#needed this adorable cheek pinch on my blog

[srnileforme]

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[hellishjoel]

catching flights and snowflakes

616 words / pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

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word: snow

warnings/information: established relationship, pure fluff

a/n: this is me re-writing my author's note because my queue failed me! so I'm just getting around to seeing this and properly posting my seasons of life challenge masterlist and my first post ((now a day late >:[)) - my banners are by @saradika-graphics <3 shoutout to @berryispunk and @lady-bess for putting this together on @fanfictionoverload!

“You’re going to freeze your ass off,” you warn your Florida-born and-raised boyfriend Frankie, whose half-packed suitcase consists of breezy button-ups and cargo shorts. 

His adorably confused expression glances from his open suitcase to your dubious look. ��How cold can it be? Thirty degrees sounds like nothin’.” He sassily retorts, pinching your chin between his fingers and thumb as he angles your chin upward so that he can place a soft kiss on your lips. 

It’s his first Christmas visiting your side of the family. You were leaving palm trees behind for Castleton green pines, and his wardrobe was drastically underprepared. 

“Let’s see. Christmas in the Midwest will consist of thirty-degree temperatures, colder if there’s a windchill. You have no warm hat, gloves, or jeans without holes in the knees. The only type of boots you own are hiking boots, and those won’t keep you warm if we have to walk through the snow.” 

There’s a glimmer in his eyes, something mischievous and almost kid-like. “You think there’s gonna be snow? A white Christmas?” 

Frankie has always been devoted to the warmth that central Florida offers, never tempted to swap it for a colder climate. Snow is a rarity in his world—he's only experienced the occasional fleeting flurry. By the time those delicate flakes touched the ground, the warmth quickly melted them away, leaving no trace behind.

You didn’t promise him anything, especially with climate change and all, but as soon as your plane had touched down, fat white snowflakes passed by your airplane window with no agenda or intent. They were weightless, the reminder you needed to hold with you as the end of the year approached.  

“Looks like you’re getting your wish,” you whisper to Frankie, interlocking your fingers with his as he joins you in staring out at the midnight blue velvet sky where snow begins to fall steadily. 

Your heart soars as your boyfriend’s gaze lingers on every window you pass, from deboarding the plane to the grand floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the planes landing and departing on the tarmac. He couldn’t resist the excitement of his first real snowfall. 

Having grown up with snow days that shut down schools and heavy flakes piling up inches at a time, you had almost forgotten how magical snow could be.

Frankie’s smile is unwavering, a grin stretched wide across his face as you exit the airport’s main entrance, scanning the lot for your dad’s truck.

“Baby,” he murmurs, his breath swirling in the icy air, visible like a fleeting ghost in front of his face. “I can finally do it, just like in the movies.” Frankie’s excitement spills over as he drops his duffel bag on the sidewalk with a thud, stepping boldly out from the shelter of the airport canopy into the falling snow. He tugs his jacket tighter around him, the cold air making his cheeks rosy. “We had snow once,” Frankie says, staring at the flakes. “Didn’t even stick. Mom made us cocoa just to celebrate.” He grins at the memory and looks down at you. “This? This is a whole other level.”

You giggle as Frankie sticks out his tongue and dives his head from side to side in search of a flake to land on his tongue. “You’re doin’ this with me,” He holds your hands and twirls you under the night sky, both of you chasing snowflakes and cheering when they eventually melt on your warm tongue. 

“We should build a snowman tomorrow. This is perfect packing snow,” you remark casually, pressing your shoe into the thick, powdery layer already blanketing the ground.

Frankie’s eyes damn near bulge out of his head. “We can build a fucking snowman?!”

[awwitschuu]

KISS ME THROUGH THE PHONE, BABY!

☆*:.｡ the pro hero red riot finds himself in a hard situation during a night away from you… how will you help him is the question

note from chuu: kiri has been picking at my brain since i saw the leaks and…i needed to scratch this itch. this is from an old fic i posted years ago but revamped <3 i hope you like!

cw: time-skip pro hero! kirishima, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toy, f! reader, pet names used (baby, pretty girl, baby boy, dollie), established relationship, slight praise, slight begging. MDNI!! BLANK/ AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED <3

distant overnight missions were always hard for pro hero red riot. he was forced to sleep in a cold, desolate hotel room that lacked the warmth you radiate, forced to sleep on a shitty queen mattress alone without your touch, and more importantly forced to handle his aching hard on. alone.

the clear, flesh light wrapped around kirishima’s cock can only do so much. it just doesn’t feel the same as you do. it can’t pull him in closer and leave deep red marks on his back and shoulders when he hits that sweet spot deep within you, definitely doesn’t whine and mewl his name the way you do. different fluctuations and pitches of his name that push him over the edge, but all he has right now is a poor excuse of “good pussy” and a limp dick.

he can’t help but call you, praying to whatever higher being that you respond and are willing to humor him.

“hello?”

“baby…n-need you…”

need you. it’s hiccuped and groaned, faint squelching in the background telling you the purpose of this call without anything being verbalized. he’s adorable when he gets like this, all clingy and in need of your voice to get off. you can’t help but giggle to yourself.

“hi baby boy, need me?” you greet him with the same softness he’s fallen in love with, a little sultry added to the tone of your voice as you wait for him to tell you his needs.

“i…want you to say my name, it’s r-really pretty when you say it…please” he’s embarrassed, the pro hero red riot is currently on the phone whining to his girlfriend and begging. he feels like a fucking loser but he can’t help himself, his hips bucking into the toy in anticipation.

eijirou leaves your lips multiple times, spaced out and delicate enough to make your boyfriend feel tingly inside. you can hear the slight hitch in his breath and the gentle schlick of the toy on his shaft over and over. you imagine it’s covered in a shiny glimmer of precum, his tip collecting a good amount of it inside the clear toy. god you wish you were there…to see his face flushed and in pure ecstasy, pathetically humping a cheap toy he found online.

“you close, eiji baby?” you ask with a slight impatience. not because you’re rushing him but because you’re getting worked up yourself, rubbing your thighs together and biting the plush of your bottom lip.

“c-can you just touch yourself? i know you want to.” you hum a soft okay, tugging at the pebbled bud imprinting your shirt. he can hear the restraint in your sighs of pleasure, your quietness making his need bubble up again. “angel, what’re you doing? why did you get quite on me.” kirishima groans as he continues to stroke himself off. he needs to hear you, needs to know what naughty things you’re doing while he’s not there. you’re coy at first, telling him you’re pinching and tugging at your nipples and massaging your tits through your old school shirt you sleep in from time to time. “wish it were you, eiji... they’re so s-sensitive, ngh.”

you’re getting whinier and whinier, fully groping your titties as you rub your thighs together for whatever friction that can sooth the growing ache. “i know baby, i bet that pussy is soaked from the way you’re moaning. ah f-fuuuck!” he couldn’t take it anymore, biting the inside of his cheek as he listened to you writhe on the other end, stroking his cock even faster. “keep playing with your tits, angel. you sound fucking gorgeous- shit! so fucking gorgeous!”

you whine in frustration as you tug harder, “e-eiji, wanna play with my pussy…don’t you wanna hear me?” the thought of your delicate mauve, pinkish center oozing juices of your desire put your boyfriend’s stomach in knots. fuck hearing it at this point, he wants to see it, switching the audio call to video as he scrambles to prop his phone up.

you answer and immediately hear the harsh squelching of the faux pussy gliding up and down kirishima’s length, crimson hair disheveled and matted to his sweat kissed forehead as his face twisted and contorted in frustration and pleasure. he was coming undone and at his breaking point, hips stuttering desperately while groans and whimpers escaped him. “play with it for me, dollie. wanna see you fuck yourself nice and pretty. the way i like it.” you put on a show for him, slowly pulling your panties down revealing your soaked cunt. your legs spread and your fingers delve in, your finger rubbing frantic tight circles into your aching clit while the other hand’s middle and ring prod at your hole. fuck you’re gorgeous, glistening folds and puffy lips in full view as you look into the phone camera. “l-like this?” you say sheepishly as your reflection causes waves of heat to radiate your cheeks. you feel embarrassed having yourself spread like this, the way you avoid looking at the camera makes kirishima’s cock twitch.

“there she is, just like that. such a pretty girl, my pretty girl – f-fuck.” he watches your fingers push in and out, the loud squelching of your pussy and your whines making him give in. “this thing ain’t any good, i- shit! n-need you, wanna bounce you on my fucking cock until i’m empty. u-until you’re dizzy, baby please.” bouncing on his cock would be ideal right about now, stuffing you full and being able to feel the desperate throb of his shaft.

a few fast pumps and twists of his wrist was all it took for spurts of hot sticky cum to coat the inside of the clear plush plastic, so much of it that it drips down to his balls. kirishima’s haggard breaths die down as he goes at it again, working himself up with lazy strokes.

“f-fuck, m’close…s-so close.” you hiccup as you squirm against your soft sheets, whining and rapidly rubbing your clit until it finally hits you, a rush of euphoria shooting up your calves. strings of curses and your lover’s name are ripped from you. “m’here angel, right here.”he talks you down with sweet praises, shushing your hiccupy pleas for him to come over and fill you up. “don’t worry your pretty little head, eijirou’s gonna take good care of you once im back from this mission. promise”

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆thank you for reading! if you enjoyed feel free to like, reblog and or comment! send an ask if you want, i don’t bite :3!

[fanbasetwo]

✦ SHORT ON HEIGHT ┊ RIIZE

001. PAIRING , riize × short ! afab reader

002. GENRE , fluff, reaction, headcannon

NOTE FROM SENA , if you’ve seen this on my enhypen blog already and are worried about plagiarism, don’t worry!!

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

SHOTARO . . . ✦

Shotaro adored every moment spent with you, especially when you were cozied up on the couch together, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder. The warmth of your presence made him feel at home. He glanced down, admiring how small you looked next to him, and couldn’t help but smile. “Are you comfortable, little bean?” he teased, playfully pinching your cheek. You scrunched your nose and swatted his hand away, rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Ugh, I swear, one day I’ll grow taller,” you shot back, trying to sound serious but failing to hide your amusement. Shotaro chuckled, leaning in closer. “Why would you want that? You’re perfect just the way you are.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Plus, I love being your personal giant,” he added with a wink. “Personal giant?” you echoed, pretending to think it over. “Exactly! I’m always here to lift you up—literally and figuratively.” You melted into his embrace, feeling utterly cherished and loved.

EUNSEOK . . . ✦

Eunseok was in the middle of a video game marathon when he spotted you struggling to hang a cute poster on your wall. You were on your tiptoes, desperately trying to reach the corner while the poster threatened to slip from your grasp. “Need a boost, short stack?” he called out, a playful smirk spreading across his face. You shot him a mock glare, your cheeks puffing out in annoyance. “I’m not short!” you protested, though the laughter in your voice betrayed you. Eunseok chuckled and bounded over, his playful demeanor making your heart flutter. “Alright, let’s see if my superhero skills can save the day,” he said, effortlessly lifting you with one arm and using the other to help secure the poster. As you hung there, dangling in his embrace, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ridiculously in love with you,” he replied, grinning as he set you down, and you both admired your handiwork, feeling warmth and joy in the moment.

SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

You were sprawled out on the couch, deeply engrossed in a magazine when Sungchan plopped down next to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s so fascinating over there, my little bookworm?” he teased, leaning closer to steal a glance at the pages. You glanced up, pretending to be annoyed. “Just some tips for tall people. You know, to remind me what I’m missing,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a dramatic flair. He chuckled, the sound warm and infectious. “I bet there’s a section on how to embrace your shortness!” Before you could retort, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing you to squeal in surprise. “See? Being short just means you can sit here like this,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed at his affection. “So you’re saying my height is just an excuse for extra cuddles?” “Exactly,” he grinned, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “And I love every bit of it.”

WONBIN . . . ✦

Wonbin loved those lazy afternoons when you two cuddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a cozy burrito. With your head tucked under his chin, you felt safe and content, listening to his heartbeat, which always seemed to match the rhythm of your own. “Do you ever get tired of being so short?” he teased lightly, a playful grin dancing on his lips as he glanced down at you. You shot him an exaggerated glare, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me? Being short is a lifestyle,” you replied, puffing out your cheeks dramatically. Wonbin laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to carry you everywhere,” he said, playfully lifting you up as if you weighed nothing at all. “Or maybe I’ll just start using a booster seat,” you quipped, and he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Nah, I love having you right here.”

SEUNGHAN . . . ✦

Couldn't you feel a little irritation just flipping through pictures that you and Seunghan took together? There you were, standing next to him, just like a small child sitting next to a gigantic tree. Your pouting face looked so much the deeper as you continued to zoom in on how he flashed it with all confidence and not how you were in catch-up mode. “Why do I look like I belong in a toy store?” you huffed, tossing your phone onto the couch. Seunghan caught your sulk from the corner of his eye and chuckled, pulling his arms around you from behind. “You're cute like this!” he teased, nudging your cheek with his chin. “Cute?” you sneered, but the warmth of his embrace melted that annoyance away. “You just want to be the big spoon, don't you?” you accused with a chuckle and he just gave a squeeze to your sides, lifting himself up enough to snuggle into the crook of your arm. “Always,” he replied with a laugh, and it spread a smile across your face.

SOHEE . . . ✦

You were going to snag that salt off the top shelf. Laser focus, one leg up, reaching for it, you were going to come out victorious and take it. But that was when, just as you were brushing a finger over the container, someone swooped in and snatched it with ease. “Really?” Sohee said with a small smile, his teasing voice snapping you out of your moment of concentration. “You're climbing counters now?” You turned, flushing with embarrassment, shot him a half-hearted glare as he held the salt just out of reach, clearly enjoying this. “I had it under control,” you muttered, hopping down with as much dignity as you could muster. “Yeah, Spider-Woman,” he laughed, finally handing over the salt. You had no time to protest as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “You're cute when you're all determined like that. But next time, just ask for help, okay?” he said, pressing a playful kiss to your forehead.

ANTON . . . ✦

As you strolled through the park, the sun was shining brightly upon you and Anton. He walked alongside you, his long legs swallowing space so easily that you began to walk a little fast to keep pace. “Hey, slow up, will ya?” you laughed, faking to be out of breath. “I'm not built for marathon walking like you are!” Anton turned to you, playing the innocent. “What are you talking about? I thought you enjoyed our adventures!” you rolled your eyes as you nudged him lightly. “Adventures don't have to feel like a workout!” He chuckled, quickly snatching your hand and swinging it playfully as you walked. “Alright, I'll keep the pace slow for my favorite shorty,” he teased, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You smiled back at him and your heart bounced in your chest. “You bet, or I'm running you round the park.” He grinned, his eyes flashing an opportunist glint of mischief and saying, “Deal.”

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Rules are rules

Written for the one-year anniversary edition of the @steddiemicrofic blog.

Prompt: One, 1111 words

Rated: E

Tags: Mean dom Eddie; Sub Steve; Spanking; Dirty talk; Degradation

“Steve? Earth to big boy, c’mon.”

Eddie’s voice is warm and amused, chest vibrating with a barely restrained chuckle. It makes something tickle behind Steve's collarbone, like tiny bubbles in a fizzy drink. When he untucks his face from the crook of Eddie’s neck to meet those eyes, they are crinkled at the corners, dark brown turned almost black with adoration and desire.

“There you are,” Eddie rumbles, brushing Steve's sweaty bangs from his forehead with one hand, while the other casually pets his bare ass. The touch is gentle, almost, but the irritated skin still stings with it. The burst of pain settles in Steve’s abdomen as something else, something more pleasant and urgent. “You seemed a bit loopy there.”

“‘m not loopy.”

Steve juts out his bottom lip. It's sore from where he's been biting down on it, and he knows from the way Eddie’s gaze zeroes in on it that it looks the part. Dark pink and swollen, maybe with the indents of his teeth still visible.

“Sure, darling,” Eddie coos, all sweet condescension. His fingers tighten their grip and Steve gasps, trying to flinch away - only the movement makes his naked cock catch on the denim of Eddie’s pants, and the noise turns into a downright filthy moan. “Where were we again? Remind me?”

“I, um …” Steve licks his lips. Eddie tilts his head expectantly and wipes the thin trail of moisture away with his thumb. “three- … no, fourteen?”

“Good guess,” Eddie praises. “Lucky, aren't you? Okay, here's what we'll do.”

He takes Steve's chin between his thumb and index finger, waiting for him to meet his eye.

“I don't want you to space out again, so from now on, you will count along, loud and clear. And, after each, you're gonna say thank you like a good boy. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh,” Steve says dumbly. His eyes flit down, as if the answer might be hidden there ... which turns out to be a big mistake.

His cock is painfully hard, red tip leaking precome into the bulging crotch of Eddie’s jeans. He wonders fleetingly if his ass matches the color, and the thought draws a desperate whimper from his throat.

Eddie throws his head back and laughs.

“That's not an answer, baby. Try again?”

“Eddie, please,” Steve whines, grinding himself down into Eddie’s lap. “I need-”

“Oh, I know what you need honey,”

Eddie kisses his forehead and pinches his ass. “You need my big, hard cock in that greedy little hole of yours, isn't that right?”

Steve nods, long past the point of shame or self-consciousness, rolling his hips and arching his back the way that drives Eddie wild, the way Eddie says makes him look like a needy, pretty whore.

“Yes, sir, please. Need your cock, need it so badly, need you to stuff me full and fuck me, please, plea-”

The slap of Eddie’s open palm connecting with his ass echoes in the silent room.

“Begging will get you nowhere, honey,” Eddie singsongs over Steve’s yelp. “You want my cock, you do as I tell you.”

“Alright, alright,” Steve gasps. “Fuck, fifteen!”

“And?” Eddie rumbles, nipping warningly at his neck.

Steve whimpers, humiliation coiling tight and delicious in his belly. “Tha- … thank you, sir.”

“There's my good boy,” Eddie coos, kissing the tip of his nose. “Keep going, c’mon.”

The next slap lands right in the middle of Steve’s ass cheek, harder than the previous. Steve moans and jumps at the pain, cock bouncing with the motion.

“Sixteen. Thank you.”

“Such a good job,” Eddie purrs. “You're desperate for it, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve babbles. “Wanna ride your cock, wann- aaah, seventeen. Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, you wanna ride me?” Eddie chuckles, mouth painting Steve’s neck and chest in a pattern of bruises, bright red and angry to match the one on his ass. “Well, that's a pity. You know why? The moment we get to twenty, I'm gonna bend you over the back of this couch and take you from behind like the sweet little slut that you are. And when I finish, I'm gonna come all over that pretty mark on that incredible ass of yours.”

“Oh God, please,” Steve groans. He's a spring wound tight, ready to release. Every sensation, every thought narrowed down to the spots where Eddie is branding his marks into his skin. Eddie chuckles, fond and happy.

“Gonna look so pretty, baby. Perfect ass painted red from my hands, streaked white with my come. Gonna leave it there when I'm done, so that it seeps right in, so you never forget who you belong to. Gonna rub it in nice and good, right here.”

Another slap. Steve feels his ass jiggle with it. The pain sizzles right into his fingertips, right into his twitching dick, and he wants, he wants, he wants-

“Nineteen. Thank y-”

“Ooops,” says Eddie. “What was that?”

Steve freezes.

“Uh,” he mutters. “Eighteen. I meant eighteen, sorry, I-”

“Well,” Eddie winks, and pecks his lips. “That's just too bad, isn't it?”

“No,” Steve whines. “Nonono, Eddie, c’mon. Don't make me do this, please, I'll do-”

Eddie silences him with a finger to his lips. It burns as it sinks into the bruised and bitten flesh, just as the fingers of his other hand as they press into the center of the bruise.

“Oh, honey,” Eddie coos, tone syrupy sweet and soothing. “I wish we could. You think I don't wanna get my cock into that sweet little hole? But rules are rules, aren't they?”

Steve opens his mouth to argue. Eddie’s nails dig into the bruise, just a little.

“Aren't they, Stevie?”

Steve screws his eyes shut, tears clogging his lashes. “Yes, sir. Rules are rules.”

Eddie’s smile against his pulse is large and proud, with just a hint of canines.

“That's right, baby. And now …”

Before Steve has time to process what's happening, he's grabbed by the waist and flipped around. Eddie manhandles him into position, until he's kneeling at the edge of the couch, elbows bracketed on the backrest, ass in the air and back in an obscene arch.

“Don't worry, honey, I haven't changed my mind,” Eddie hums. His fingers graze Steve’s leaking tip as he steps back, almost as if on accident. “Just figured we'd make it a bit less comfy for you. Keep you from spacing out again. Now, let's take this from the top. Ready?”

“Ready.” Steve sighs. The first slap feels like an electric current erupting from the base of his spine. His cock bounces so hard it almost hits his stomach. “One. Thank you, sir.”

[bakuliwrites]

MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)

It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)

Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.

When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3

You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.

Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).

When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3

You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.

Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3

Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.

You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.

When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3

Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.

Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).

When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3

In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.

Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.

He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3

[dilfhos]

*busts down your door* OKAY LISTEN HERE. I DONT SIMP FOR TOJI BUT I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN AND CREATE CHAOS SO THIRSTY ASK: TOJI HUMILIATING READER CAUSE SHE WANTS TO RIDE THAT DICK SO BAD BUT HE WONT LET HER 😭😭😭😭

for meeeeeee? :O

WHO: TOJI FUSHIGURO x FEM!READER

+degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, overstim, use of bitch (half affectionate or not idc >:)), brat-taming.

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You think it’s over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning…

“No,” Toji suppresses the urge to grin at the sight of your reactions, his hands only coming up to brush away the ones gripped on his shirt. “Not in the mood t’night.”

You sit back, palms spread across the expanse of his chest as you peer up at him. He offers a scowl in return before his hips are bucking, a signal for you to get off. Flopping beside him in defeat, you glare at the magazine he deemed more important than what you were offering. Baiting. And needing.

“Why’re you being like this?” He sighs emphatically as if your very presence in the shared bedroom was a complete hindrance to the mundane task of reading at ten in the evening.

“Why’re you actin’ like you call the shots? It’s a turn-off y’know?” He sneers.

“You’re a turn-off,” You mumble half-heartedly. He’s intentionally silent.

Toji’s left you unsatisfied for weeks, his grumbles of work becoming redundantly annoying. It only drives the desperation and lowers your dignity as you find yourself overwhelmed with need for just an inkling of his attention.

To him, it was one of many games he enjoyed playing in way of fucking with your head. Oh, how you looked with dumbstruck eyes as he brushed you off as any other woman and not his lover, The gears in your head turning as you tried desperately to force your way back into his arms. His curt responses and blatant rejection only fueled you to push harder. He enjoyed shoving you to the brink of crumbling, only for him to grip all your pieces back together.

Your brazen shows were adorably tempting but not enough for him to loosen his resolve. (Not yet.)

Like now, as you’ve deliberately flexed your body toward your nightstand to retrieve your water. The shirt—his shirt—rises up over your hips to expose the cheeky thong embedded between your ass and Toji’s eyes move to the back of your head until you turn around, an incredulous expression on his face.

“Desperate huh,”

“I don’t know what you mean,” You shrug, eyes darting away. “‘M not gonna force you to be intimate, I’ll just find someone else to occupy my time. Maybe G-”

“Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” He places his reading material on the nightstand as he stands. “You’re pouting and baiting after I said no to touching your little cunt. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, hm?” There’s an amused lilt to his words as his brow twitches implicitly.

You frown, thighs flexing at his cruel, harsh tone, completely unfazed. Why would you waste time with your toys when you could have the real thing in all its thick, heavy glory?

Toji was absolute in his decisions up until now, never looking your way all week in your skimp sets and not bothering to say anything to your advances. But when you tried to act innocent or even worse, play on his emotions, it made him wanna see you cry.

Literally.

It’s why his grip is so bruising and his body is hard stone as he looms over your trembling body, ecstatic at the fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks.

“It’s t’much!”

“Too much she says,” He chuckles, a maniacal grin on his face. He merely shoves your punily fumbling hands aside, attacking your swollen clit with his calloused thumb. “No, I think this is exactly enough. For needy little bitches like you?”

Your hips rear off the bed electrified, tears falling as you slap at his wrists in desperation.

“Won’t do it again! T’much….TOJI!”

“Mhm, lemme hear you again slut,” His hand strikes firmly against your tits, the sting sending your body squirming. His fingers are merciless as they pinch and pull at your taut nipples, his grin only widening when he feels you coming undone.

Your essence flows like a flood, drenching his arm and sheets in downpour. He’s still going, arm flexing with finesse as his fingers rub against your ridges, that abused spot inside you making more tears fall.

“Please, no more! N’more!” Your cunt squelches as it weeps around his digits, your frantic whines falling on uncaring ears. Your legs splay instinctively in an attempt to kick him off but he’s shoving them away, crawling over you with his weight.

“Stop moving. You asked for this,” He grumbles, pinning your wrist under his large palm. His others is shoving your sticky thighs apart again, exposing your sloppy cunt to the cool air. You’re too stunned to realize the fat head of his cock slickening your folds until he’s shoving himself in, grip tightening on your wrists when you buck off the bed. His hand smushes your damp cheeks together, drinking in your disheveled state as his stroke begin, punishable.

“Oh baby, look at me now. Talk for me like you were doing earlier,” he cooed wickedly, your blubbering incoherent.

“‘M sorry, please!” You’re not sure whether you’re begging him to stop or ravage you more, you’re only stuck on the overbearing pressure building in your tummy again. His cock is fat and heavy as it drags through your slobbering cunt, the paps of skin deafening over your whines.

“Keep crying, just gonna make me fuck ya’ harder, heh.” He releases you, hands palming your thighs flush against the mattress as he thrusts into you. The bed rattles on its legs as you cry his name, the noises around him synonymous to his own growls.

“Take it. Take daddy’s fat dick baby, I wanna see you cryin’” You’re clinging to his wrists, your whining incoherent as your vision doubles with tears. There’s a blurry Toji above you, grinning down like a fucked god at its prize, watching as you cry and squirm in his grip. It isn’t until his hand comes up to snake around your jaw when you’re mumbling promises that you’ll be good from now on. That you’ll love him forever no matter how mean he is! That no one ever compares to Toji! Not even him!

“‘M cumming! T-Toji!” It isn’t until his hand delivers a quick succession of pats against your wet cheek does your cunt clamp him in like a vice. He grunts as you grab him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, your heels digging into the small of his back as you tug him close. His nut jets into you, Toji’s hips shallowly grinding against your ass. He stills momentarily, face nuzzling the side of your damp neck before he rises.

You think its over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning. A fucked-out mess, sighing blissfully as you prepare to move. In one lithe motion however, he has you by your ankle as you’re now on your stomach, face smushed into the mattress by his palm.

“Now tell me again about Gojo.”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

[zee-143]

Do you know that thing couples do where one person covers the person's eyes and goes "Guess who?"

Can I please request Kit doing that to the reader and the reader guessing literally everyone except for him

Your blog is really cool btw!

Guess Who!

A/N: ADORABLE. ABSOLUTELY SKKSMS. TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT ON MY BLOG. I often think it's messy but at the same time I'm a messy person 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: none yuh

Fluff ☁

☆ You were just guessing wrong to tease him☆

Kit x GN!Reader

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, You thought with a sigh. Your science teacher happily agreed to let you use her classroom for private study time. You would've used the library but these days it gets crowded. You just needed an empty study room.

You open your study book and read over your notes. Being so stuck with the words on the page, you didn't hear footsteps come through the door. Kit had seen you walk into the classroom earlier. He thought it would be funny to tease you. Only a little.

A pair of hands clasp over your eyes and you gasp. You hear a small chuckle from behind you "Guess who?" Your shoulders slouch as you relax. You try not to burst out laughing at how obvious he was. You hum before responding. "Jentry? Is that you? "

Kit scoffs "Do I really sound like Jentry?" You don't respond and only shrug. Kit pinches your cheek "Y/N guess who, seriously! " You pretend to ponder again, tapping your chin with a finger. "Well, you do have a more male voice" You say. Your hands brush against his "And your hands aren't quite like Jentry or even Stella's"

"Exactly" Kit nods with a grin

"So you must be Michael! "

Kit's excitement drops into playful annoyance "This is funny to you? " Kit leans down to glance at your giggling face. "One last chance. Guess who? " You nod in response "Hmm. I think I know who now"

"You're smart. Of course you do" Kit rests his chin on top of your head. You snap your fingers "You must be my lovely, awesome and favorite person ever... " Kit's face flushed. "Favorite? Really? "

"Why yes Kim Kardas- I mean Kit" You snort

"Hey I heard that. You're not funny" His hands pull away from your eyes. You blink, adjusting your eyes to the room once more. Kit sits in the stool next to you and glanced down at your notebook. "Studying already? " You nod "It's more productive than playing guess who"

"Which you suck at" Kit retorts, flicking your forehead. You roll your eyes before speaking "Maybe I do suck at it but you know what? " Kit's eye brows raised waiting for you to continue. Without a second thought, you placed your hands over his eyes "Guess who! " Kit chuckles. "Uhm, my favorite person too? "

"Cute but no"

"Then I give up" He says as you remove your hands. "I'm only the love of your life" You place a quick kiss against his nose then look back at your study book. Kit's face shifts into a bright red. He doesn't say anything and responds with a smile

He'd definitely be trying that game more often

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

[catcze]

⠀「 Grocery Shopping *ೃ༄ 」 

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Kazuha, Xiao, Thoma, Ayato, Alhaitham

「 ### : 」 gn reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, modern au

Reposted from my secondary blog !!

⠀「 KAZUHA*ೃ༄ 」

An absolute sweetheart who insists on pushing the cart or carrying the basket for you !!

Sticks pretty close to your grocery list, though if something interesting catches his eye he might pick it up and show it to you in hopes to convince you to get it.

His choices in food are of the healthier variety, I feel like. Mostly goes for organic choices, and is pretty well-learned in knowing which fruits, veggies and fish are the freshest and which are the closest to spoiling.

Tbh grocery shopping with Kazuha is so ?? Chill? Like, little to no stress, swear.

It’s just very easy and relaxing, walking through the aisles at a leisurely pace and plucking stuff off of shelves. You two talk about whatever you want as you walk, or sometimes you sing along to the music that plays from the speakers.

If something is too tall for either of you two to reach there’s no problem!! Kazuha can jump pretty damn high so he can reach the tip-top shelf easy peasy ♡

I feel like Kazuha also has a secret sweet tooth? Nothing too wild, but you’d catch him eyeing a pack of marshmallows every now and then, or staring a little too long at a tub of ice cream.

If you seamlessly pluck up whatever sweet he’s debating on getting and put it into the cart, he’ll literally light up and give you a sweet smooch on ur nose :((

⠀「 XIAO*ೃ༄ 」

To his credit !! He’s pretty damn decent as a grocery buddy. 

Xiao’s a little introverted, typically choosing not to be around other people for very long periods of time, so him actually volunteering to come with you nearly moved you to tears.

He also pushes the cart from you and keeps track of your grocery list, crossing stuff out for you without you even having to tell him.

Xiao doesn’t talk much, which isn’t very out of the ordinary, but he does give some helpful suggestions when you’re indecisive about something. And he’s very pragmatic and straightforward when he helps you make your decisions, too, so it’s very time-efficient having him with u ♡

He barely asks for anything that isn’t on the list tbh? I dunno, I guess he just doesn’t feel the need to. Not to mention, he’s not particularly picky when it comes to his meals either, so he’s content to sit back and let you take the reins for restocking the fridge. 

If his eyes sparkle a little when he sees you picking up ingredients for almond tofu, you choose not to tease him about it.

Definitely the one to try and bring all the grocery bags to the car in one go. And??? He somehow manages it to ??? You have no idea how, or how the guys somehow managed to hold your hand while also toting all those grocery bags but ?? Hey, you’re not complaining. 

⠀「 THOMA*ೃ༄ 」

I shit you not Thoma is the best person to go shopping with. Hands down.

Thoma doesn’t go to the supermarket for his groceries, actually. Or at least not all of them. For some stuff that have to be imported or that are a bit harder to come by locally, he goes to the groceries and such.

However, when it comes too food shopping, his first stop are the farmers markets!

He’s already a regular at the local farmer’s market. Old grannies love to pinch his cheeks whenever they see him and they always coo over you two being an adorable couple.

Thoma leads you by the hand all around the farmer’s market the entire time you’re out, knowing which stall to go to for the freshest produce and the most decent price. 

Knows how to bargain with the locals without being disrespectful! And he always manages to net really good discounts. If you ask him how he does it, he’ll wink and tell you that it’s just his charm. And you can’t fully disagree.

Definitely brings around his own eco-bags, too. He’s used to carrying all the groceries on his own, but if you offer to help he’ll thank you with a kiss and a smile.

At one point while you two separate to cover more ground, he passes by a stall ran by an old couple and their grandkid that sells flowers. He gets you a bouquet— nothing too big that’s hard to carry around, but something small and cute that you can press between your books and display.

When you reunite and he gives you the gift, he looks so goddamn precious holding out the flowers to you with his smile that u just wanna give him a kiss ♡

⠀「 AYATO*ೃ༄ 」

If Thoma is a god-send to be with when grocery shopping, Ayato is… nicely put, the exact opposite.

Listen I don’t blame the man. He’s rich enough that he’s never really had to do his own groceries before, so he’s a bit out of his element when he accompanies you to do it one day, but it’s still cute that he cleared a part of his busy schedule to help you out with this. He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit (and a pretty face, which helps.)

Motherfucker picks up some incredibly overpriced caviar, looks at the price tag ( $95 !!! For 30 grams what the fuck !!! ) nods to himself like he remembers you having that shit on your grocery list (you do not) and would have plunked it into your cart if you didn’t catch him in time.

He reasons that he’s tried this brand before and that it’s a very delicious-tasting one that you should try yourself, and his reasons are honestly pretty sweet, but it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t need the goddamn caviar. When you try to tell him that you don’t have the budget for it, he offers to get it for you which, again sweet and it makes you want to kiss him, but that’s not the point Ayato !!

Aside from his ignorance inexperience with how much a typical grocery run costs, there’s also the fact that this guy can’t cook for shit. As a result, if he’s not tossing rich person food into your cart, he’s placing shit that should under no circumstances be mixed together in the cart, claiming that he thinks the combination sounds nice to consume.

Ayato, dearest, I love you, but what the fuck is a Cheeto mango shiitake salad ?????? 

⠀「 ALHAITHAM*ೃ༄ 」

The mf who makes a detailed shopping list, complete with the specific brand of the item you’re looking for, the exact amount, the exact price for said amount plus quantity, and then several alternate brands if the one he was aiming for sells out. All of these are entirely researched before hand.

Well, he either does that, or he goes for he most outrageous expensive shit you’ve every seen.

And no half of the time he doesn’t even throw in the $60 per kilogram cheese because he likes it— he does it because he kinda enjoys pissing off a certain blond architect who invites himself over to sleep on your couch rather often.

It’s usually up to you to cross your arms and stare Alhaitham down, quietly judging him for a petty bitch while he crosses his own arms and stares back at you, one eyebrow raised in the way that makes you not sure if you want to punch him or kiss him.

Sometimes you win and with a sigh, your boyfriend quietly turns and goes off to acquire the next item on his incredibly detailed list, leaving you to put his purchase back as you victoriously fist pump to yourself.

Other times, he wins and you throw your arms up, rolling your eyes so hard as you try not to look at his smirk for fear of actually punching him (or, you know, kissing him and flagrantly having public displays of affection.)

Fine! You say to him with a huff that’s not actually angry. Keep your goddamn parmigiano reggiano. 

You can never feel huffy about it for long, though— not when you find an extra tub of your favorite ice cream later as you put the groceries away. 

[guess-my-next-obsession]

After Work Relief

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (no explicit smut but my blog is 18+ only, soft!joel, nudity, hints at sexy times but no actual sexy time, foot rubs bc joel is a saint)

word count: 1.5k

joel masterlist

“There you are,” Joel smiled, looking up at you from his spot on the couch besides Sarah, the two watching some low-budget action flick and enjoying heated up leftovers you made for dinner last night. Letting out a sigh, you kicked off your shoes by the entryway, your bag quick to follow. Hobbling over to join them, Joel welcomed you as you sat on the arm of the couch beside him. “You alright?”

“It was a long shift,” you grumbled as your feet throbbed with pain, your return to retail after a year-long hiatus not going as smoothly as you hoped. “My body hurts all over. I can’t walk—actually, I think I’m stuck here. Just like this. Going to wither away on the armrest of our couch.”

“And yet I’m supposed to look forward to becoming an adult?” Sarah quipped, earning a chuckle from both of you. “Both of you are either always tired or always in pain.”

“You ain’t wrong,” Joel smiled at her in a mixture of amusement and pride, impressed by her wit at such a young age. Turning his gaze back to you, he reached his arm around you and rubbed your hip over your clothes.

“I really need to shower but I can’t move.” You gave Joel an intentionally exaggerated frown, earning an adoring pinch to your chin.

“Need help?”

“Ew,” Sarah gagged, earning a playful pinch at her side from her father.

“I meant help up the damn stairs.” Sarah pinched him back, Joel scoffing at her before attacking her with both hands, the two now in a back-and-forth duel.

“I think I can hobble my way upstairs by myself,” you answered after Joel and Sarah’s pinching match ceased after a particularly good sting on the back of Joe’s arm. Joel’s pain lingered as he looked back to you, his hand still rubbing over the spot that stung even minutes after the grab. Finally finding the strength to stand, you leaned over the armrest and pressed your lips to Joel’s temple, Joel’s arm moving to hold you around the hip. “No promises on coming back down, though.”

“I’ll be up to bed soon as the movie’s over,” he promised while slipping his hand on your hip just a bit lower, giving you a loving pat.

“Guess this is good night, kiddo,” you turned to Sarah who was nearing sleep, her head resting on her father’s shoulder.

“Night,” she yawned, “Don’t die on your way upstairs.”

“I’ll try not to,” you assured with a chuckle.

After stalling your exit from the soothing heat of your shower that you took sitting down on the tub, you finally forced yourself to your feet just in time for Joel to peel the curtain back and sneak in behind you. You hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his cheek against your shoulder, swaying you a bit in his arms.

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” he confessed in an exhausted rasp.

“Me or these?” You slid his hands up your stomach to your breasts, Joel gladly cupping their weight and chuckling.

“Both.” He kissed the back of your neck and slipped one hand down your front until he was cupping your pussy. “This too while we’re at it.”

You giggled and spun around in his arms, grinning at him as you leaned in to hover your lips over his.

“I hate to say it but I think I’m too exhausted for sex tonight,” you kissed his pout as he hummed in acknowledgment, his hands kneading at your lower back. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be,” he kissed your apology away and continued to rub your back. “Go get comfy in bed, baby, I’m right behind ya.” Joel kissed you again sweetly, deeply, the kind of kiss that you swore actually held the power to heal you. “And don’t bother gettin’ dressed, gonna give you a massage so you don’t wake up gruntin’ like me.”

“Is this your way of hinting that you’d like more back rubs?” You scratched beneath his chin, Joel’s smile lighting you up inside.

“If you feel so inclined,” he replied, earning a chuckle.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you pinched his chin before stepping out of the shower.

Quickly drying yourself off, you threw on your robe and went through the motions of your skincare as quickly as you could manage before brushing your teeth. You hopped into bed the minute you were done, the ache in your feet returning after the soothing effects of the shower began to fade away.

The shower creaked as Joel shut the water off a few minutes later, his naked form visible from where you sat reading in bed as he stepped out of the tub and toweled off his hair. You bit your lip as you marveled at him, debating on changing your mind as your eyes lowered to the mouthwatering sight of his hefty cock hanging between his thighs.

“Gettin’ a good look?” he teased you as he wrapped the towel around his waist and moved to the sink to brush his teeth and throw on the moisturizer you recently began training him to implement daily.

“Just admiring you,” you chirped back with a smirk, your eyes turning back to your book.

Joel’s feet padded into the room, the sight of his broad and muscular back distracting you from the paragraph you’d been trying to read as he grabbed his favorite sweats from the dresser and tugged them on.

“It’s not fair that in order to seduce you I have to put on a fucking g-string and lace while you just have to throw in a pair of grey sweats,” you playfully complained as Joel crawled up into bed, resting his body between your legs and plucking the book from your hands so that he could lay his head on your stomach.

“You ain’t gotta do shit to seduce me,” he mumbled as you started raking your fingers against his scalp. “Just you breathin’ around me gets me hard as a rock, baby.”

“Where’s that massage you promised me, huh?” you smirked at him as he lifted his head and gave you a sleepy smile.

“Feet or back?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches.

“Hmm,” you contemplated your pain for a moment. “Feet.”

“Alright, hand me the lotion, baby doll,” he tossed the blankets back and got into position at the foot of the bed. You handed him your lotion, smiling at him as he got to work kneading away every sore and tender muscle in your feet and calves.

“How was work today?” you asked, not wanting him to go neglected just because you had a hard day.

“It wasn’t too bad, actually,” he shot you a smile. “The concrete guys came on time, so Tommy and I were off by four. Think we should be finishin’ this place up by the end of the week.”

“Your first build,” you beamed with pride, Joel having been working so hard this past year to start his construction company from scratch. “We should celebrate.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled as though it was a joke.

“I’m being serious!” You gave him a laugh. “This is a big deal.”

“It’s just a—“

“No, it’s a big deal. And we’re going to celebrate it on Saturday. Me, you, and Sarah.” Joel surrendered with a tender smile and a nod.

“Thank you, baby,” he set your foot down to work on the other. “And by the way, you know you don’t have to work, right? We’ll be fine. It ain’t worth all this stress on your body.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But I want to help out. It’s not fair that I get to stay home while you’re out breaking your back for us.”

“Baby,” he let go of your foot and crawled up the bed, pulling you into his warmth as he laid beside you. “I enjoy breaking my back for the two of you. It makes me happy knowing that I get to come home to your sweet smile every night, and ever since you started workin’ again, it’s gone away. I miss it.”

“I miss it too,” you sighed and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll give ‘em my two weeks tomorrow.”

“Good,” he kissed your cheek. “Now I’m the only one who needs foot rubs.”

“I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive,” you poked his stomach and earned a laugh.

“Always,” he smiled against your cheek as he nuzzled his stubble against it. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more, Miller.”

[hungharrington]

for your 1k celebration sleepover🍾🎉congrats eeek!!! You deserve it so much <333 your writing makes me feel things i’ve never felt before thanku for making tumblr great again🫰 –; ik im sending this quite early but i did not want to miss out 😭

(Even if you don’t choose this one just know ily, okay? thanku)

FOR A BLURBBB

“ [ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. “ from that first prompt list

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“ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. “ from the second😫😫 i literally just believe that we need more praise in this world amen😮‍💨😮‍💨💞💞

thank u so much my love!! oh my, feeling things you've never felt before?? that's such a big compliment omg thank u!! this was such a delicious combination & i sorta took the shy part and ran with it- hope u enjoy! <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+ afab!reader

Steve adores your shyness. Especially when it seems to pop up when he's least expecting it.

You're beneath him, cocooned in his arms, and you just look so pretty getting worked up on his cock that Steve can't help but stare. There's a pinch between your brows, eyes scrunched shut with your mouth hung open — and every breathy noise you make goes straight to his cock. He rolls his hips expertly, hitting the spot inside you that makes you keen.

It works perfectly and he feels his cock twitch at the raspy moan you make, the way you grip the sheets that little bit tighter. Fucking beautiful.

"So pretty," he says lowly, more to himself, but its enough to make you open your eyes. "Y'so pretty."

He's staring at you, intense and reverent. His brown eyes lock onto your own, skirting up and down your skin to drink in how you moan for him. You feel a spool of embarrassment flush through your system, your usual shyness making you squirm for all the wrong reasons. It's too much — the gentle fucking, his slow thrusts, paired with his sweet gaze that's taking you apart. It's too much, you feel too on display.

Your hands come up and you smother the next whimper out your mouth with your hands, your legs tightening their grip around his waist. Steve shifts, his hands moving your hips deftly to change the angle and this time when he fucks back in, sinking his cock deep into your cunt, a loud cry escapes your lips.

Too much, too loud — your hands creep up and you hide your face in them, trying to catch you breath, trying to keep from being too overwhelmed under the heavy gaze of Steve's love.

"Hey, hey, no, don't hide," Steve's murmurs. He noses closer, nuzzling against your fingers to try get you to move them. There's a little flickering worry in him that has his thrusts slowing to a stop, wanting to check you're alright. You stay hidden, breaths still laboured.

The hand holding your waist travels up and gently wraps around your wrist. He doesn't tug. Instead, he presses a soft kiss to your fingers, trying to coax you out with his words. "Please let me see you? Honey, I-"

He pauses to drop more kisses along your hands, beginning to tug gently on your wrist to guide your hand away. "Sorry, f'staring, sweetheart, you're just so pretty, s'just I can't help myself, okay?"

You let him pull your hands back and Steve's glowing smile makes it worth it, reminds you of who you're with, of how much you trust him. The urge to hide doesn't dim but the want to share in this moment with Steve outweights it by a million.

Especially, when Steve says, "There we go. Hi, baby."

He leans down and kisses you, lips pink and plush and good against your own. You kiss back fervently, lit afire from how Steve moans into your mouth. The kiss breaks and you can't help but smile too.

"Hi." You whisper back.

Steve's grinning so much his eyes are crinkling at the sides. He nuzzles down again, a wet kiss placed on your cheek before he steals another from your lips. "Y'okay? Got all shy on me, did you?"

You're too shy to even admit it aloud, so you nod instead, a loud gasp pushing out your lips when Steve starts moving again— his cock nudging your sweet spot so deliciously. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs, your tummy burning hot.

"That's okay," Steve assures you. His voice is low, barely a hum. Words just for you. "You're being so good for me, letting me see you, mhm."

The praise makes you clench around him and Steve's hip stutter for a moment, a sharp whine falling for his lips. His pace is still slow but his thrusts get deeper, all as he continues his praises against yours lips, "You're so good for me, aren't you? So fucking good around me, fucking made for me."

You mewl at his words, the coil in your tummy turned tighter and tighter by pleasure and Steve melts, feels his lust build higher and higher. It blazes hotter, knowing that you trust him to see you like this— to let him see your moans and to take his in exchange. Steve lets another moan drip through his kiss and presses his forehead against your own as his lips leave yours, close enough to count your eyelashes.

"So pretty," He murmurs again. "So fuckin' pretty on my cock, aren't you?"

[or0ch1maru]

ima need some nsfw obito x curvy fem reader head canons 💳💳💳💳💳

18+, minors, ageless blogs, and trolls DNI

note: i am very petite with limited curves so if i made any mistake in my imaging, please let me know and i will gladly fix it!

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-for starters, just know he will have a hand on you at all times. obito can't get enough of you and your figure

-sees you as a goddess and treats you as such, especially in the bedroom

-our sweet boy will worship your body; starts with a chaste kiss to your lips before moving down your neck, following every dip and curve.

-HICKEYS. your frame will be littered in red and purple marks. another thing he loves is leaving bite marks across your soft skin. his favorite place being your hips and ass. the feel of your curves under his hands and teeth is something he can never get enough of

-obito loves any position where he can see your face, but loses himself when he's got you bent over any surface, the way the plush of your ass ripples with every thrust is more than enough to make him cum.

-spanks and squeezes your ass as he's balls deep. watching as your cheeks turn pink and red from the constant contact

-was never the type to prefer tits over ass or vice versa as he loves all of you so much, but that doesn't deter him from obsessing over the way your figure looks when you're arched in doggy

-don't worry yourself if you think you may be 'too heavy' to sit on his face, he will HAPPILY suffocate under your pretty pussy and thick thighs. if you even attempt to hover, his hands will clamp down on your waist as he yanks you down onto his tongue

-his eyes will be on your face the entire time, watching your chest rise and fall as you buck against his sinful mouth, the way your hands palm at your full breasts, gently pulling and pinching at your nipples

-will squeeze and rub circles against your hips and thighs to reassure you to keep going, to use his mouth as your own personal toy

-his eyes rolling back as your adorable and puffy clit bumps against his nose, coating the entirety of his lower face in your slick.

-if you wear a dress or any type of outfit that accentuates your figure in any way, just know obito will be pulling you away to any empty bathroom for a quickie.

-pulling your dress or skirt up, pushing your panties to the side as he fucks into you. your cheek mushed against the wall as he fills you up

-when he's like this, his hands don't stay in one place, they're roaming all over you; neck, tits, belly, down your spine. he truly can't get enough of you

-will NEVER have you feeling insecure or putting yourself down about yourself. he has two methods for the times this happens

-the first being; body worship. he will kiss and give you a reason for each feature you're worrying about. will have you standing naked in front of his full body mirror as he does this. wants you to see yourself as he does

-ex: if you're insecure about your belly/pouch. he will plant kisses everywhere before telling you why he loves it. 's a pillow f' me baby, so soft and plush'

-his second way being you either flat on your back in missionary, or fucked standing up in front of said mirror. his hands caressing your plush, leaving hickey's as temporary visuals of his love as he would call it. for days after you can look at yourself in the mirror and see the lingering devotion and adoration your boyfriend/husband left on you

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[velvetvexations]

i have a weight gain and stuffing kink. when i first moved into my apartment i got a little moon chair that said it could hold up to 350lb(im 280) and when i sat in it it instantly buckled underneath me and flattened. the bars were unsalvagable. it was the most embarrassing and sexiest thing ever. i want to be made fun of how fat i am so badly about it 😫

you're so very cute and adorable I want to pinch your chubby cheeks and maybe give your fat as a good slap to watch it jiggle

Kink time: I love being a pig. In the ‘pig nose, curly tail, fat shaming’ sort of way, sure, but also in the ‘forced to piss in the mud and then roll around in it like a barn animal’ sort of way. In the ‘head shaved and nose hook permanently installed’ sort of way. In the ‘gagged with some kinna toy that only allows grunts and oinks and squeals to come out’ sort of way. In the ‘teats stretched out and never allowed to stand on my legs like a human again’ sort of way. In the ‘fed leftovers and scraps in a trough and explicitly told I’m being fattened for slaughter’ sort of way. I’ve legitimately considered tattooing additional nipples on the rolls on my belly for the full piggy effect.

I used to be real into pig play! I switched over to being super into donkeys mainly because of a person of Moroccan heritage I dated very many years ago. It's weird, actually, because you'd think that would make pig roleplay even more degrading, but I just glommed super hard on treating them like a donkey and they were super into it, and it's stuck with me since.

My kink as a woman in her 40s is being a total loser simp for hot bitchy girls half my age. There’s nothing quite like publicly and pathetically calling a skinny stacked 20yo “mommy” as I follow her around while she shops using my credit card, as I beg to slurp on mommy’s titties, as I clean her house, as she fucks my husband.

ahahahahaha that's so pathetic <3

In my quest to be a total porn rotted gooner freak, I’ve recently discovered donkey transformation porn. It’s so fucking weird and edging to it makes me feel like such a degenerate porno addict, I love it.

high five for humiliating donkey kink

gay man anon - you are totally fine!! im glad it makes you worked up hehe. you deserve nothing but adoration and a nation at ur fingertips

you're so right

There's this specific genre(?) of porn that gets me off so hard and it's basically impossible to search for - I fucking love porn where all the people perpetuating the cruel or violent or rough sex have their identities hidden, whether masked or pixellated or whatever, but the submissive/victim is on full display, instantly recognizable if you ever see her in public. Sooooooo hot.

it's a great display of subtle cruelty

not sure if kink confessions are still happening but- I want my husband to fuck a hotter tighter better woman on top of my wedding dress

I'd let him jerk me off with it <3

Lmao your response to the anon who pointed out what trfs have resorted to with you reminded me of the 'Don't bully me, I'll cum' tshirt. Would you ever own one?

well then people might not bully me lol

we need to get hornier for small tits!!! big tits are awesome but they're the only ones people talk about!!! small tits r hot too shout out to everyone with A-B cup breasts

much love to all my smaller titted pals

Are we still kinkfessing? I’m a homoromantic bisexual girlie and my biggest kink is fetishising my lesbianism for men. Making out with and having sex with other girls in a way that is very porno rather than what actually feels good - sloppy kissing/licking each others tongues, light clit rubbing that’s angled so he can see it, etc. it’s so fucking hot and I love being a ~problematic~ lesbo teaching men that lesbians are sexually available to them ^-^

love that for you anon

Idk why I'm getting nonstop recommendations for mtf detrans/misgen blogs but crazy kinks are not just transmasc purview ok the girls are also gettin it

They sure are.

since it *sounds* like a fetish, i think if we should just *turn* "transemasculation" or whatever into a fetish term. just use it for maybe detrans forcefem or the sph that is specifically catering to trans men. that is if that gross term doesnt die soon. it actually makes me really uncomfortable

It was actually already a term coined by transmascs to describe a subset of transandrophobia, but I like the way you think and encourage you to apply the "turn it into a fetish" solution in the future.

Some of the humiliationy stuff some of velvet nation seems to be into kinda reminds me of this post so I thought I should share

making my subs dress cringe lmao

yeah I'd do that but I'd also probably be dressed like the guy on the right myself

Forever chasing the sexual high I got from the domme who held my head down and forced me to eat dog food while fucking me with a knotted dildo if we’re being entirely honest..

They had your head down forcing you to eat dog food, but they were using a knotted dildo? That seems...confusing!

realizing I have a bit of a mould kink.

fascinating

I’m 19, half japanese, and the only thing that’s ever been in my pussy are the beasty dildos from bad dragon. I have the tentacle the stallion and the tongue one. And lately I’ve been getting more and more obsessed with the idea of like — leaning into that? Like I’m a dumb little hentai addict anyway so why not let people use my throat and my ass but only ever actually get pussy fucked by monster cocks, you know?

you know what you want anon

Well if we’re still doing this: I’ve been thinking a lot about my dream T4T relationship lately. Me, the trans guy whose testosterone makes him insanely ferally horny constantly. Her, the trans woman whose HRT makes it difficult to achieve and maintain erections. Obviously the solution here is for her to torture and abuse me, satiating her sadism by forcing me into more and more fucked up and humiliating things in the interest of our sex life being fair and balanced. After all, if I can get horny from a stiff breeze, she deserves the same level of dedication and commitment to her arousal, right?

You'll make a t-girl very happy some day.

it's times like these that i am glad my kink is weird and stupid and nobody would ever attempt to make it into a political statement

lucky :(

[too far gone into tumblr discourse voice] i only jork my peanits to praxis and protecting women unlike those transandrodorks with their forced masc

moral purity is what kink needs

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✧ An probably noticed your nature even before you two started dating and it only made her fall for you more

✧ I mean... did you honestly expected her to think nothing of the way your cheeks turn red so cutely?!

✧ bonus points if you have chubby cheeks! She just won't be able to help but pinch and poke them gently! But if it's annoying you, she'll stop. She doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable!

✧ but she will tease you a bit. Knowingly or not... she really means it as a compliment but it may turn out it makes you even more flustered

"Awh!! Did my hug really made you blush this much? You're so incredibly cute!! I swear, I couldn't end with better and cuter partner than you!"

✧ she's definitely gonna try convincing you to let her take photo of you! If you disagree, she'll respect it. But if you agree for whatever reason, you can be sure it's her new wallpaper or AT LEAST contact photo for you

✧ definitely tells stories about how you recently blushed to VBS and they have to hear all of it

✧ she once even told a bit about you to a regular she trusts...

✧ she's the type to randomly remember about your reaction and start kicking her feet alike high school girl with a crush, no matter if it's alone in her bed or on her break as she sits in the public place VBS is used to it tho so no worries

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[blogfullofemos]

Let Me Break The Ice (Part I)

To the moon knight girlies, sorry for the long break. This was inspired by an anon ask I've seen from another blog. It sent my mind spiraling into feral thoughts, my true Britney Spears persona. Thank you and enjoy. 😘

Summary: You had a rather 'very heated' dream which put you into a very compromising position 😏. Would you think your husband Marc Spector would mind?

Warnings: Mentions of rope bondage, mentions of smacking, Daddy kink!Marc, being called slut *gasp*, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, and dubious sensational foreplay. Like that scene of Harry Styles with the watermelon (iykyk).

Word Count: 1,034

        You woke up with a sigh as you came to from the heated dream. “You okay beautiful?” Marc asks with a rest-addled voice, his hand lightly playing with your splayed hair. You look at him with droopy eyes and realize your balled fist was wrapped around Marc’s cotton tank, your other hand inside your pajama pants. The thick quilt barely covering your body as it covered Marc’s up to his stomach.  “Fuck m’sorry.” you apologize moving your hands away from their rather odd places. You shifted your body to face him as he did the same, he rests his hand on the side of your face. He rubs his thumb gently on your cheek as he brushes your hair away from covering your face. He then proceeds to slowly with ghost-like sensation glide his fingers down the side of your neck, you moan lightly from the gentle feel by the rather rugged side of your husband. Your eyes showcasing adoration to the stubbly beard growing out, knowing Steven would shave it off sooner or later for fear of losing his job. But the thought of feeling the stubble prickle your skin reawakened your need with a force. “What did you dream about? You woke me up by your shuffling and grabby hands.” he admits as he glides a finger down to the dip between your collarbone before finally resting it on the bed.

      You bit your bottom lip, deciding if you should expose your masochistic dream to him. But knowing Marc, he was the perfect balance between the 2 of them. “Well, it was a wet dream.” you started, noticing Marc’s sleepy disposition start to sparkle with a requited interest. You smirked trying to hide a giggle. “Continue.” Marc pushes with a poke to your shoulder. ‘Now this is where it might get interesting’, you thought to yourself as your legs rub against each other to ease a rather hungry feeling between them. “We were in a room. Me, You, and Steven… Kind of wonder why Jake wasn’t there since this scenario would’ve suited him better.” you hint, knowing Jake was highly dominant in the bedroom. You place your hand on Marc’s left pec, giving it a squeeze before trailing a finger down the middle of his stomach, stopping at his happy trail to rest it back on his neck. Making Marc shuffle himself closer to your suggestive action. “Well, we switch bodies so I wouldn’t be shocked if Jake came later into the picture. You know he loves to stay back most of the time and watch.” Marc confesses, which you never knew.

“Oh so papi does have a subby side. A cuck. Who would’ve known?” you joke, but as you both laugh Marc brings your right breast out from under your tank top. You gasp as he flicks his rugged thumb across your nipple, he brings his lips to yours in a breathless kiss. Licking your bottom lip before saying “Jake says to be careful with joking on people’s kinks.” Marc pinches your nipple making you jump at the sudden feeling and yelp mere inches from his lips. “You know how this could end tonight.” he finishes.

      Marc flips you to your back so he could be on top. He licks a wet stripe up the side of your neck and blows air on his way back down, making goosebumps form at the chill. You place a hand into his luscious curls as he starts his work on the side of your neck. You close your eyes as you continue, feeling your nipple twirl around your husband’s thumb as your walls coat itself more for his arrival. “O-Oddly enough, you both were in separate bodies.” Marc nips your neck and starts suckling at the redden area “I was tied up in this horizontal position, feet fully off the floor. I-I could feel the rope keep my legs bent and open, pinching my wrists just enough for it to s-sting. Fuck, Marc.” you gasp as you felt his hand leave your breast and go into your pajama pants.

His index finger slowly circling your clit with just enough pressure, Marc’s stubbly chin adding more sensation to your building orgasm. “Don’t stop now (Y/N).” he groans. You try to recollect the dream, even as it felt like you were reliving it’s pent-up frustration. “St-Steven’s head was between my legs as he.. Fuck.. As he ate me out.” Marc grinds against your thigh, finally letting you feel his hard cock under his pants “I-I was crying because I was so close. MArc!” you yelp as his finger picks up the pace on your swollen clit. You lick your palm, letting as much saliva stick to its surface before bringing the hand into Marc’s pants. Taking hold of just the tip of his cock, “Baby.” he moans, stopping his bruising artworks on your neck. His breathing labored as you continue, “And fuck Marc you were so good to me.”. You could feel his tip become extra lubricated from his precum as he moans your name. 

      “You were pulling my hair till I could feel every point in my scalp plead for release, but you didn’t let go. You kept me looking at those sexy brown eyes of yours as you were saying the filthiest things.” you say as you feel his hand lose its rhythm on your clit as your palm rubbed against his tip with almost painful pressure. You turn your head to look at Marc’s eyelashes flutter as he focused on your hand job. “Ye-ah baby, what did I sa-ay?” he asks looking at you, dazed in pleasure. 

“Look at my slut, begging to be filled with Daddy’s cum. Oh you should see yourself, crying for Steven to bring you to completion. I can see your fingers dying to touch yourself, but you can’t… And you slapped me, telling me to be a good little cock whore for you both.” you answer, making Marc pump his cock in your hold, short and fast. He grips the side of your hair, making you look into his lust blown eyes. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?” being his last coherent sentence for the night.

[sleepingdeath-light]

my darling ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (03/02/22)

word count ; 924

content ; praise kink, body worship, suggestive material (foreplay but no sex)

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; joker x female reader

read also on ; ao3

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‘I must be the luckiest lass in Britain,’ you cooed, allowing your fingertips to trace the length of his features, ‘to have such a beautiful husband.’

‘Well, love,’ he began, never one to just accept a compliment, ‘I’d have to disagree. Ya aren’t lucky to be stuck with something like me — a circus clown with blood on ‘is hands — but I’m surely the luckiest man alive to have landed a beauty like you…’

That made you frown slightly and you sat up straight, hips straddling his own as you spoke to refute him. Your touch gentle as ever as you caressed and adored every feature you mentioned, not stopping until he was red in the face and at a loss for words.

‘Now, my dear, ya may not be able to see it from your angle. But let’s try and see it from mine, yeah?’ You tilted your head playfully and he rolled his eyes in return, nonetheless letting you do what you wanted.

‘Your hair is the most stunning shade of red,’ you breathed, carding your fingers gently through his fringe and delicately working out each knot that you caught against, ‘the same colour that defines the start of the prettiest summer mornings and that ends the most exciting summer evenings. The sun could learn a thing or two about red from you, I reckon.’

Then you moved lower, pressing a brief kiss to each of his eyelids. ‘Purple is my favourite colour ‘cos of you, y’know? Those twin beauts in there are the talk of every town we visit and I’ve had to fight of a good few ladies who were talking a bit too fondly about ‘em. Called ‘em amethysts — but I can positively say that those gemstones can’t possibly shine anywhere near as bright as your eyes can, so they can’t even hope to hold a candle to you.’

Next you traced the smattering of freckles that were dotted about his nose and cheeks, grinning widely at the way his skin warmed under your feather light touch. ‘And don’t even get me started on these pretty little things; dotted on the white of your cheeks like stars in the sky. Could map out a new set of constellations on ‘em, finding the patterns and that, since that’s what you do with natural beauty. ‘Least that’s what rich folk say.’

Noticing him about to protest, you quickly ducked down and pressed a brief yet passionate kiss against his lips. Pulling back a hair’s breadth to whisper your next piece of praise.

‘And these pretty, soft lips of yours are the best. They turn into the most handsome smiles and fit just perfect on your face — and don’t get me started on how good they feel on my body, cos then we’d be here for a week.’

After that you paused for just a moment before you reached up and interlocked your fingers with those of his prosthetic. Not missing the way his eyes teared up when he looked over and saw it, as you continued, shuffling down just so as you brought your lips to the underside of his jaw.

‘You’re a beautiful, amazing man, even if you can’t see it yet. I don’t care if it takes you one year or a hundred to realise how wonderful you are, I’ll stick with you through it all. But tonight, please just let me show you how much I love you,’

And the shaky smile and nod he gave was all the response you needed to go ahead and start worshipping him.

To work your way down his body with soft kisses and softer touches until he, even if just for a moment, saw himself through your eyes. You started with his throat, licking and kissing your way down over his Adam’s apple and pressing a particularly wet kiss to his pulse point and smiling against his pale skin when you felt it jump beneath your lips. Then you moved down to his chest, paying equal attention to both sides as you alternated between the two — using your hand to play and roll and lightly pinch at one nipple whilst taking the other one into your mouth to lick and suck and gently bite before switching over to ensure that both got the same amount of attention. Finally was his soft stomach, which you delighted in kissing along and feeling it jump and tense with every breath and caught giggle whenever you’d brush up against a particularly ticklish spot.

Though when you reached the start of his happy trail, you paused. Feeling his hard cock straining against your chest as you rested between his legs, and oh so tempted to swallow him whole, but still taking that moment to stop and look up at him: taking in his hooded and dilated eyes, admiring the mess that his hair had become, drawing your gaze to his perfectly parted lips as he whimpered and gasped and panted under your attentions. Then you reached up and took his hands, one by one, to your lips and pressed a passionate kiss against each palm — first his flesh hand and then his prosthetic — before smiling up at him and speaking.

‘I love you so much,’

And whilst he didn’t need to say it (you could tell from his smile and his watery eyes), your husband still reached out and pulled you up into a kiss as he repeated his response over and over again against your grinning lips.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’