#neeed to cut them

[svampira]

dudólss

[pinkbarbiecowboy]

This is a quick sketch I did of Icarus and Mel as kids falling asleep under a tree after playing tag in a field :3. ( I was thinking what if Mel was able to go to the overworld as a kid with Icarus. IT WOILD BE SO CUTEE and they just explore all the nature and plants together ahhh) ALSO I IMAGINE ICARUS WITH LONGER HAIR AS A KID IN A PONY TAIL?!

[lwieserce]

Heavily unimpressed by this mascara i bought ughhh qnd my lashes are gluing together

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ sultry vindications

🏁 Pairings : Max verstappen X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : Smut, just straight smut. warning below the cut

🏁 Word Count : 2.7k words (2763 words)

🏁 Summary : Today, of all days, is the worst time to tease your boyfriend. And sometimes, you just neeed to take a long, hard look in the mirror to realise

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @cafekitsune, motivation by @vroomvroomcircuit

🏁 Music player : Perfect strangers by Jonas blue, JP Cooper

warning : Swearing, p in v, fem recieving! oral, spit talk, spanking, dirty words [like damn], reeader is a brat lmk if I missed any <33

“-So I told her that, if you need me to bury a dead body, I have the money and the skill.” You spoke into the phone, giggling with your best friend as you walked throughout your apartment, throwing odd pieces of clothing into your arms.

“I know! I would be amazing at it.” You sighed, shoving the dirty laundry into the open machine before shutting the door with your hip and pressing a few buttons haphazardly.

Crossing over the foyer, you fall onto the sofa, laying your head back against the headrest, “Yeah, and then he had the audac- umpph.” You stop mid-sentence, grunting under the weight of a heavy head being rested on your shoulder.

“Oh, hey baby,” you whisper, glancing down at Max, whose face was still buried into your sweater, merely getting a groan of confirmation from him, “Yeah…okay I’ll call you back Kika.”

You throw the device further down the couch, burying your free hands into his hair, “Hey schat-“ He groaned, picking up his neck to launch the rest of his body over the back of the sofa and land clumsily next to you, nose diving into the pillows,”- Neuk mij.”

“Oh, okay.” You raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he pushed himself upright, “You look…annoyed?”

“Yeah- I am.” He grumbled, throwing his head back, “Couldn’t get past even half of my normal weight today.”

“Awh, c’mon Maxie, that isn’t too bad,” You cooed at him, throwing your leg over his to slot it between his thighs as you scooched closer to him.

“That’s like 90kg schat,” He glanced at you, eyebrows furrowing when you stifled a laugh, “You’re laughing.”

“I mean yeah,” You shrugged, “It’s funny watching the big bad max, turn into nothing but, this-“You gestured to him, legs spread widely as he stared at you, arms crossed over one another, “Because what? You weren’t as testosterone-y as you wanted to be?”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek and ruffle his sweaty hair, leaving the thick strands to fall over his creased forehead, “It’s okay, you’ll always be my softy.” Leaving him in the living room, you went to the kitchen, suddenly reminded of the dishes that say waiting to be put away in the washer.  

“Really? Soft?” He grumbled, suddenly appearing behind you, thick arms looped around your waist.

“As a cloud,” You smirked, attempting to wriggle free of his vice-like grip, to no avail, “Babe, let me go.”

Gasping, you felt him twist you around and rested his forehead against yours, his usual baby blue eyes becoming a darker sapphire, “Take it back.”

You harrumphed, crossing your arms over and puffing out your chest, “make me.’ You narrowed your eyes at him, despite the erratic thundering of your heart.

Max matched your gaze, usually wide eyes squinted to a menacing stare before he kissed you. Unlike every other time he kissed you, his lips claimed yours, ensnaring you in an intoxicating haze that made your knees buckle and thank the heavens for the strong grip he had around your waist. He pressed you against the sink, disregarding the annoyed squeal that you let out when the back of your dress became soaked, instead he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

The taste of him stained your taste buds, making you gasp and moan against him, wrenching your hands away from the counter to instead, latch them onto any part of his body they found available, moving sporadically from his thick shoulders to his grabbable waist and up until his neck where you had tugged at his hair in just the right way that made him groan and guide the pair of you away from the kitchen.

“shit” You gaped, licking your lips savouring his flavour melded with yours, unwanting to flutter open your eyes, lest the fog be pierced through with the unwanted clarity of your reality.

Thankfully, Max met you halfway between your desperate attempts of pulling him against your chest and dove to your exposed neck, sandwiching you between his form and the wall mere inches away from your bedroom door.

He sucked and nipped at your tender skin, trailing his lips down from your ear to the column of your neck, until your collarbone, where he found purchase on the area which made you gasp and arch into his hold, “You ready to take it back yet?” He smirked against you, watching his passion form into multiple purple-ish love bites.

“Not, hah, not really.” You attempt to shrug, but instead your eyes fly open when you feel him press his thigh against your core, “Ohh, you play dirty.” You hiss, bringing him away from your neck to slot your lips together once more, this time properly fighting for dominance with him, your faces melding against each other languidly as heavy breathes left both of you in tumultuous pants.

You barely registered the door clicking upon until he had you locked against the backside of it caging you between his arms, both palms braced next to your head as you cradled his cheeks in your hands.

“Off.” You demanded, tugging at his shirt, barely inching away so that he could rip off the article, throwing it somewhere for it to be collected later.

Your eyes glittered as you admired his chest, muscles rippling and pecs heaving as he shivered when your nails tugged at his nipples ever-so slightly.

Max held you again, this time trailing one of his hands up and under the material of your shirt, until his fingers breached the band of your bra, and instead of doing thee sane thing.

Max pulled away from your lips, looking at you expectantly for your retraction of your statement, consequently when you didn’t give him what he wanted, he hooked his fingers upwards and tore through the material. Leaving only the sound of your squeal and ripping fabric to permeate in the room.

“Max, that was prada, do you seriously need to cave-man your way through things?”

“Watch your mouth.” He answered darkly.

“Or what?”

“I’ll fuck it.”

You stared at him, the overwhelming butterflies had morphed into something darker, needier, controlling you in a way that made you want him to grab you buy the hair and shove his length down your throat until you cried.

“Do it.”

“Really?”

“You too chicken?”

Max gripped your wrist, pulling you towards the mirror, positioning you until you could see both of your reflections perfectly in the large surface, both of you were red, cheeks flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.

“Strip.”

“What are you, the TSA?”

He growled and dropped to his knees before gripping your lounge pants and tugged them off as well, letting them pool at your ankles, leaving you in just a sweater and panties, exposed to your own eyes as your gaze remained transfixed on his.

You whine and nearly double over when you felt his finger prod the wet fabric that remained soaked over your folds, “You don’t stop watching, schat, want you watching me as I fuck you senseless.” You shiver as he brings his mouth closer towards the leaking cotton, hot breath fanning over your slick covered clothing.

“Stop-“ You whimper, tugging at the waistband, begging for him to give it the same treatment as your bra, “Take, hah, take it off. Please”

“Not so bold anymore, are you?” He chides, bringing one hand away from your thigh to deliver a harsh slap to your ass, hovering over your rippling skin to soothe the sting, “Hm? Too whored out to listen now?”

“I should be getting paid for this then.” You breathe out, laughing to yourself until he meets your dazed eyes in the mirror. Keeping you transfixed on his movements, Max shucks the crotch of your panties to the side too dip a singular finger into your folds before he nudges your clit and blows cool air onto the throbbing bundle.

You hiss and brace yourself on your knees, pushing back against his face, “Ahh, Fuck.”

Max grins, and licks a fat stripe within your pussy, clicking his tongue when he feels you flutter around the muscle and tastes your lust again, and again. Until you’re shaking and moaning, struggling to keep an eye on the reflective surface ahead.

“Don’t stop” You beg, arching backwards until your hands find his hair and you begin to guide his head against your sex, the feeling of euphoria ever rising in quick leaps and bounds.

Until it doesn’t.

You gasp sharply and almost scream when Max detaches from you with a satisfied sigh, a dazed look in his eyes as he watches tears prick on your eyelashes and you turn to look at him, betrayed, “What? You looked away,” He shrugged, standing up again before wiping at his mouth and licking the glistening wetness from his fingers.

You blubbered, mouth moving silently as no sound managed to escape your throat.

“Yes?” Max watched patiently as you crumpled and sunk to the floor infront of him, obediently waiting on your knees, “Look so verdomd perfect.” He hummed, tilting his head affectionately before crooking his fingers and gesturing for you to approach him at his perch on your shared bed.

Just as you were about to stand upright and scurry to him, Max tutted and with his foot, kept a heavy weight on your back. Your eyes widened up at his smug expression, until you grumbled under your breath and scuffled closer to him on your hands and knees.

A painfully embarrassed blush leached into your cheeks, “God- so humiliating.” You hiss, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“You wanna listen now?” Max bit his lip when you paused mid-eye roll, nose twitching when the once tender graze of his fingers against your chin turned into a harsher pull.

“Yeah, just really want to…” You trail off, a self-aware silence donning your tongue.

“You’re going to have to tell me..”

“I would rather not.”

“Well-“ He nodded and began to rise ”-that saves time.”

“No, no-“ You tug at his pant leg, “really want to..cum.” You bitterly mutter.

Max hummed in approval, hand coming to pet your head, “See? Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

He tugged your head back using your hair, smiling cruelly when you hissed but giggled, “Fucking twisted… You like this, don’t you?” He waited over your open mouth before colleccting spit in his mouth, and dropped the degrading drop into your waiting mouth.

“’Dunno.” You gulped, gasping at the searing hot feeling that scuttled over your chest and throat.

“You sure?”

He guided you up, pulling your panties off simultaneously before sitting you onto his lap, balancing you on his spread thighs, “You sure?” Max cocked his head at you, holding your neck with one hand, the other keeping your waist in place against him.

“Crystal fucking clear.” You’re half tempted to spit on him but refrain from doing so when he arches a daring brow at you.

He swivelled you around in his hold, facing both of you into the mirror once again, but this time, you're back is flush against his chest, head resting limply on his shoulder until his fingers comes up to guide your gaze on his other hand that goes down to his gym shorts.

You shudder when he pulls out his cock, tall and proud in his fist with a red tip leaking pre-cum that made your mouth water and eyes shine.

Max chuckles at your expression, and slaps the tip against your ass a few times, “See that mijn hoer? Look how cockdrunk you look.”

“In, Max, please.” You beg quietly, shaking your hips in hopes he would slip it into your aching hole and heal you of the needy pit that had begun to blossom since the first time he left you high and dry.

“Didn’t hear you schat, speak up.” He ran his dick up and down the seam of your pussy, coating it in your juices and hissed when you shot up, feeling him barely slip into you.

“Please, fuck, Please I’ll do anything, just please fuck me, Goddamit Max I swe-“ You’re cut off by a medley of both your moans as he pushes in his length, “Fuck-“ You squeal, watching as you barely manage to sink down half way, “So big, feel so full Maxie, wanna take all of you though, wanna take it all.” You drool dumbly, forcing your hips lower despite the iron grip he has on them.

“Desperate, aren’t you?” He bites your ear before trailing soft kisses up and down the column pf your neck, even deviating away to pepper his lips at the back of your throat and down your spine.

“Yeah” You follow along, pushing further until you could feel a delightful resistance to your determination and your breathing labours.

“You’ll get hurt-“ He protests, already gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw in an attempt to stave of the luxurious pleasure, “Don’t, I’m serious.”

You interrupt his warning by pressing with more force, until you slip down his length rapidly, causing him to choke and groan, dark, ocean eyes rolling back as he lets himself fall back against the bed, “Fuck, schat, why- why would you do that?”

Ignoring his protest, you roll your hips, moaning loudly when his tip nudges the spongy part furthest within you. You continue to take pleasure from Max, biting your lips and bouncing on his cock with his help, of course, revelling in the feeling of his wandering hand coming up to tweak your nipples our cup your bouncing breasts from his position, laying down on the thick comforter that remained ruined beneath him.

The feeling approaches again, hesitantly like the playful shore breaching the sand and you welcome the sparks of passion with a guttural moan, until Max stops your reverent movements, causing you twitch and whine helplessly, the jittery sea already cresting away from you, taking its astringent sweetness along with it.

“Max.” You scold kicking your legs out.

“You” He thrusts up one, snickering when you fall forward, “Looked” He thrusts again, this time sitting up and plastering his sweaty chest to your back, “Away.” He thrusts once more before stilling and watching as the haze filters out of your pupils, leaving you just as wheepy as you once were, if not more.

“I was so close,” You cried, fat tears running down your cheeks, “You and this stupid mirror,” You curse, sniffling when his fingers came up to wipe away the tears sweetly.

“C’mon,” He urges, guiding your hips once more, “I know you can do it” Max encourages.

“I’m gonna beat your ass.” You promise, allowing him to bind both of your hands together behind your back with his own nimble fingers.

“Sure you will.” He satiates your mindless babbling, watching, amused as you begin to rut your hips continually, clenching around his cock in a way that makes him delirious.

Guiding you, Max controls your movements, one hand around your wrist whilst the other remains tucked between your thighs, tapping, and circling your clit until you begin to quiver and shake around him, just this time, your eyes remain glued ahead.

Whether you’re focusing or not, is another question, but even as your jaw goes slack and eyelashes flutter, your eyes remain open.

Max slaps harshly against your bundle of nerves, grunting throatily when you clench even harder and twitch in beetween your rabid bounces, “Doing so well f’me, yeah?”

You nod your head numbly, spit escaping between your lips and trailing down between your breasts, “Gonna cum Maxie.” You mumble, thighs already quaking and squeezing closed as Max follows suit, his grip on your body intensifying tenfold and cock pulsating until you can feel ropes of cum shoot within your walls, painting your insides with white.

This prompts you to moan, and throw your head back, finally giving up on the inter-personal staring contest to experience the long sought after wash of titillating pleasure and toe-curling bliss that makes your irises disappear within your skull.

Your vision spotted and faded a few times, until you could feel familiar pads of fingers run against your jaw, tapping gently, “Mijn liefje?”

“Mijn liefje? ben je oke?” Max asked again, this time shaking your head slightly, which remained limp against now what seemed to be his arm that wrapped like a poised snake around your breasts, balancing your chin.

“So good.” You confirm, weakly giving a thumbs up before noticing the slight red marks that adorned your wrists, which prompted you to hiss and inspect them, despite the lack of pain.

“Oh shit, does it hurt?” He took your wrists from you, pressing feather light kisses against them whilst rubbing his thumb against the skin, all whilst also brushing your hair out of your face.

“Max you are still inside of me.” You sass, clenching around him as proof, which makes him shudder and wheeze before going back to soothing your skin.

“Yeah, but it looks like it hurts” He coos, bringing a hand down to your ass, where visible handprints were already forming.

“It doesn’t”

“Yeah, it does.” His blonde eyebrows crease with worry as he leans further back, his eyes darting between the bright red indents of his fingers on your hips and the few dozen of love bites that seem to spread through the expanse of your backside, leading futher to your front.

“No max,” You hold his face, kissing his nose once before biting his cheek playfully, “It really doesn’t, I like them- you marked your territory” your voice drops, following his expressions closely, with a cheeky smile.

“What?”

“It means, I’m yours.”

“Well...” He clears his throat once, adjusting himself and you, so that you were now comfortably laying on the bed beneath his hungry, predatory gaze, still buried deep inside you, “You cannot blame me for what happens next.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

Neuk mij - Fuck me

verdomd perfect - Damn perfect

mijn hoer - My whore

Mijn liefje - My darling

Mijn liefje? ben je oke - My darling? are you OK

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[factorydefaultlu]

pegging w alastor?? fic drabble hcs IDC i neeed more

Inch by Inch

Alastor x GN!AFAB! Reader

TW: Pegging, no prep anal sex, blood as lube, strap referred to as a cock, begging, BDSM dynamics

Having Alastor bent over the desk in his radio tower. He's stripped naked while you're still fully dressed, save for your pants being unbuttoned to reveal your strap. The pretty red silicone one.

Alastor's favorite.

Teasing him relentlessly, tugging his tail and his ears. Smirking as he tries to fight you off and maintain his composure.

It doesn't work and his cock keeps getting harder, dribbling precum all over the desk.

You spit on his pretty, puckered hole and work a finger into him. He hisses at the intrusion, but pushes his ass back against your hand.

Slut.

You add another finger and crook them, finding that smooth spot inside him that makes his voice crackle and ears lay flat.

Alastor pants and you barely have to do any work as he fucks himself back onto your fingers.

The chair scrapes the wood as you stand up and pull your hand away from him. He whines but it's cut off when you shove his face down into the grain of the wood.

You spit onto his ass once more and start prodding his hole with the tip of your cock.

Al's tail wags in excitement, though he will never admit that.

You have half a mind to flick the microphone on and broadcast what's about to come next.

Let all of Hell hear how the all mighty Radio Demon is just a whiny little bitch that likes his ass fucked.

Alastor would have your head however, and unfortunately you've grown quite attached to it.

Your thoughts are pulled to the forefront as Al whimpers, trying to push back onto your cock.

Desperate.

"Use your words." you demand, wanting to belittle him.

He whines and squeezes his eyes shut. A beautiful red is splashed across his cheeks, arousal and embarrassment getting the better of him.

"Please. Please, I need it. I need you." the radio filter cuts in and out as he loses control.

You decide to give him what he wants, in the worst way possible. Your hips jut forward and all 7 inches of your cock stretches him open as you bottom out.

Alastor practically screams and claws at the desk, blood drips down his thighs from the tear your cock made. He makes no effort to get away or tell you to stop though.

Masochist.

You start a brutal pace, and soon the sound of your hips and the squelching of his blood fill the studio.

He's wailing as you bully his prostate, fucking him like a fleshlight, like he's nothing but your toy.

He is.

With each thrust his cock rubs the rough wood and he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. It build in his stomach like fire and he desperately wants to reach between his legs and jerk himself off.

Alastor knows better than to play with toys that aren't his.

You're losing yourself in the pleasure, the ridge inside the strap is rubbing your clit in all the right ways and you're close to cumming as well.

He can sense this and tries to roll his hips to help you cum, because the faster you cum the faster he gets to as well.

You grip his hips harder and spread his ass apart, watching your cock slip in and out of him. Each time you pull out, his greedy hole does its best to suck you back in.

Closer and closer until suddenly you feel lightning strike you and you're moaning as your hips spasm.

Alastor grins wildly, excited to finally get to cum. He rolls his hips harder as you ride out your orgasm, and goes to reach his hand between his legs.

Your own hand grips his hair roughly and yanks his head up. His back arches and you look him right in the eyes.

"Why don't you clean me up, then we'll see if you're allowed to cum."

He whines, "Please, no no. I was so good. I didn't talk back this time! I didn't touch myself! I was good!" he pleads.

"One right doesn't absolve all your wrongs. Now get on your knees."

[nonsensical-pixels]

after over 12 hours of stressing over slots, i am finally done with my conversion of @saudade-sims4's portland living! this set was their birthday present for deelitefulsimmer in 2016 and was requested for the sims 2 by anonymous 💘 this is not the whole set. i only converted about 14 items, because there were a) too many swatches and b) too many slots to add. i do believe that this is my first set ever to feature added/edited slots though, so i'm quite pleased with that!

a readme and collection file are both included, and you can check below the cut for the relevant info 😊 this set is much larger than my usual ones (because there are hundreds of recolors and no items are repo'd) so feel free to go through and delete the packages you don't want!

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF (55.4mb!)

credits go to @saudade-sims4 for the original s4 meshes & textures, and to @hugelunatic and @pforestsims for their slot tutorials (1, 2) that i used to add slots where i needed them 🌈

Things to Note

everything in this section is taken directly from the readme.txt

I left out quite a few swatches, particularly the wood ones. There were 60+ PER ITEM, I just couldn't do it. The TV table acts sort of like a regular coffee table? You'll neeed the Shiftable Everything or Shiftable TVs mod to put an actual TV on it. The fireplace is, sadly, purely decorative.

Items Included

Artwork Circle -> 316 polys, 12 swatches Artwork Horizontal Ovals -> 388 polys, 12 swatches Artwork Horizontal Rectangles -> 28 polys, 12 swatches Artwork Ovals -> 388 polys, 14 swatches Artwork Rectangles -> 28 polys, 12 swatches Artwork Squares -> 28 polys, 12 swatches Chair -> 1478 polys, 40 swatches Coffee Table -> 1946 polys, 27 swatches Couch -> 1588 polys, 40 swatches Endtable -> 536 polys, 27 swatches Fireplace -> 1335 polys, 28 swatches Loveseat -> 1534 polys, 40 swatches Plant Stand -> 1372 polys, 28 swatches TV Table -> 2258 polys, 28 swatches

if there are any issues that you find with this set, please don't be afraid to let me know! happy simming, and when you download this, do keep in mind,

( @4t2ccdatabase )

[houserautha]

Ok, okay listen I have a mighty neeed to say this!

How would Feyd-Rautha feel about having a wife who’s sensual???❤️Hear me out, his spouse comes from a small planet called Eros (Greek word for passionate love) and it’s basically the opposite of Giedi Prime, the people are loving, gentle and highly romantic individuals. Even worse they are pacifists! At first Feyd is like eww wtf is that culture? Never heard of such a thing, but when it’s time to meet the bride he sees her and is bewitched…

She has long rapunzel hair cascading down her back, or in a braid. She’s gentle with the maids and teaches them how to put flowers in her hair.

Always had luxurious perfumes and oils. Runs Feyd these big bubble baths and soothes his wounds.

Has the best fruits and sweets shipped in from her planet. Loves telling stories to children, like one of those lovely kindergarten teachers and she thanks everyone for their help.

Loves to paint, and do artsy stuff that Feyd just doesn’t understand where is the war? The bloodshed! The chaos—oh she made me a painting of my battles! Oh that’s so😍

Kisses Feyd’s bruises and at first he’s like cut that out! But then he’s like “Where are my kisses?” “I demand your affection woman.” And she’s like you don’t have to beg. Black cat hubby vibes🐈‍⬛

Gives him good massages too. Will brutally kill and then surely die if she offers anyone else a massage.

Soft and siren like singing voice, plays the harp. Even the Baron is impressed and wants her to play for their events everytime.

“Pick up the blade and defend yourself wife! You never know when you’ll need to, especially if I’m not home to protect you.” His wife just shrugs “But darling, I don’t believe in violence.” Feyd take as deep breath and closes his eyes.

Speaks in a gentle tones “Hello Rabban how are—?” Feyd: “Don’t speak to him he’s a brute!” Rabban is touched that she cares but also jealous that Feyd always gets the most beautiful things offered to him. Even a caring bride.

Extremely calm and seductive. No voice or Bene Gesserit skills needed. Feyd storms in stressed, covered in blood from one his fights and she’s just lying there half naked in a robe reading a book. “Would you like to make love would that be better?” She asks stroking the sheets. “I—I would love to fuck you.” “Oh! Well those are two different things, if you’d like then” “Come here. Come here!” *climbs onto bed.*

Comforts Feyd when he has nightmares. Caresses him and hands him a mug. Feyd: “What is this? It smells horrid.” “It’s elderflower tea my love, it’ll calm you.”🥰 *sips tea* “I hate it. It’s disgusting.” *keeps sipping*

Wears a lot of silk, velvet and lace. Has a gorgeous body and luscious skin.

Feyd is shocked when his darlings don’t want to harm her because she spoils them with special treats, delicious wine, jewelry, and dresses. They forget he enters the room because they are giggling over their gifts. Feyd: “What is this?” “She gave us heart and kidney pie.” “And silver rings!”

Bonus points: She ALWAYS wears red lipstick which is a contrast to the black and white of the Harkonnen planet. Imagine whenever she steps in to see Feyd and her smile is wide and her lips look like bright blood.

Just a thought enjoy!❤️

Omg I LOVE all of this, thank you for sharing it!!

I definitely think it would be a learning curve for Feyd but deep down he just desperately wants someone to love him😂😭

I can see him getting frustrated with himself like “what are these feelings, what has she done to me” and when he asks her what kind of witch she is, she just throws back her head and laughs and tells him, “that’s love, dear”

[thebest-medicine]

Day 24: Pinned

Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[ao3 link]

A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.

Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way. 

Words: 1.4k 

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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time. 

Until today. 

The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.

“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.

“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.

Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!” 

Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.

“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.

“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.

“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.

“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.

“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage. 

“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.” 

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.

In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late. 

With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.

It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides. 

“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!” 

“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.

“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.

“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.

“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.

“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.

Bakugo growled. “Deku…” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend. 

“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”

The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard. 

Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke. 

… 

Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little. 

Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked. 

Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground. 

“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.

“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand. 

“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor. 

“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head. 

“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled. 

Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’. 

The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped. 

Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—” 

Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?” 

Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?” 

Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew. 

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

[hongthoven]

Okay, hi my love <3

I can´t stop thinking about Yuyu and Mingi and my brain is like, CRAVING for fluff. Just cuddling or going on a walk and all that stinking cute, tooth rottingly cute fluff. imagine the reader beind shorter and them just being her protectors and best friends or boyfriends and them just showing her how important she is for them!

I´m alreay tearing up at the thought of them (or any of ateez for that matter) proposing to them in the cutest ways and i´m just... yeah, i´m sobbing. it´s a neeed <3

LOVE YOUUUUUU <3

i hope you´ll have an amazing day, my cutie patootie <3

Hi Kittykat ♥

I didn't think this through and fluff isn't my typical comfort zone so I'm sorry if that's terrible, but here's my attempt at fulfiling your needs for some cute comforting moment with Mingi.

Slight angst at the beginning, if that calls for a tw.

Love you ♥ @bethelighthalazia

I doesn’t take more than this for Mingi to immediately call you, cutting the texting short so he can hear your voice, looking for any sign of a breakdown. He knows every crack, every change in your tone and years of friendship have given him the luxury of anticipating that kind of conversations.

« Is it about that jerk again ? » Mingi’s voice is a little hoarse but soft as ever and you can’t help but sigh as soon as it wraps you up into an invisible blanket. While he has been trying his best to keep your mind off of your ex boyfriend, Mingi knows just how much you can get into your own thoughts sometimes, digging your own grave.

You’ve been laying in bed for hours now, spiraling into your darkest thoughts, hating yourself for the most and reminiscing the last time you have felt truly loved and desired, failing to pinpoint the exact moment. It is definitely « one of those days » you typically brush off, unwilling to make a big deal out of it but sadly settling into a pathetic routine.

A pity party you never asked for but still seem to secretely crave.

« No, it’s not » only half a lie. You have been thinking about him, but not quite as much lately.

« I was just wondering why no one ever loves me enough to stay, that’s all » while you’re aware of just how sad you must sound right now, there’s a sense of comfort and safety in your friendship with Mingi that makes i tokay for you to just blurt out anything coming to your mind, including your deepest secrets.

« What about me ? What about Yunho ? »

« I love you both dearly but… you’re my best-friends »

« And ? You don’t feel loved around us ? »

« God, Mingi… You just don’t get it… Nevermind » you sigh, a little hurt not to hear precisely what you need from him at that exact moment. Of course, your childhood best-friend being the stubborn man he is now, isn’t keen on giving up that easily.

« Why don’t you explain it to me then ? »

There’s a knock on the door and you’re suddenly aware of your current state. Hair messily wrapped into a bun, rotting in your pjs and you’re pretty sure your face looks like it hasn’t seen a ray of sunshine in days but still, nothing compares to the absolute shock of seeing Mingi standing in front of your door as soon as you reluctantly fling it open.

« I was in the neighborhood » he shrugs with a smile, ending the call as you stare at him in disbelief with your phone still tapped to your ear. You had noticed the traffic sound in the background earlier and while you could perfectly picture your best-friend walking around the city, heading to god-knows-where as he tried his best to cheer you up, you were nowhere near prepared to have him showing up at your door within ten minutes.

« So what is this all about ? » he adds as you remain with your back against the door for a while, nervous to put some actual words on your insecurities. But as Mingi walks closer to you with his typical gummy smile, his dimple digging into the flesh of his cheek as a reminder of the safe place you have found in this man, nothing seems too unbearable anymore.

« I just… don’t feel desirable lately… »

« That’s bullshit »

« Excuse me ? »

« You are desirable »

« Oh yeah, says who ? »

« I just said so, didn’t I »

« That’s not… »

« The same ? Yeah I know » he adds, his arms pulling you into a hug as you almost face plant into his chest. Sometimes, you tend to forget just how much taller he actually is, and though it’s not that obvious when you two are heading out while you perch yourself on some nice heels, today is quite the opposite. Standing on your tippy toes, you fail to even reach his shoulder and settle for the warmth of his chest against your cheek.

« You know you’re beautiful, right ? »

You nod, not entirely convinced but still appreciative of Mingi’s efforts to boost your confidence through his typical praises. You’ve been here before, seeking shelter into his arms while he tries his absolute best to cheer you up and though you would never admit it, there’s something about the way he looks at you, the intensity of his gaze almost burning through your skin, like there’s nothing left around for him to see but you, that makes you feel a little too special. More than you intend to be.

The sun has been replaced by a pitch black sky outside and the late hours of the night only occurs to you when you wake up, dizzy still, into the heated comfort of Mingi’s embrace. With his arm around you, your leg snaked around his hip as he rests lazily on the couch, the arm that isn’t keeping you safe simply settled behind his head as an extra pillow, Mingi only seems half-absorbed with the movie playing on tv, his attention caught with the very first flinch of your body against his.

« Well hello there, sleeping beauty » he smirks, immediately pressing his lips to your hair and you hate the way your skin reacts to a simple touch, shivers running down your spine as the warmth of his breath hits the back of your neck.

« How do you feel ? Any better ? » Mingi’s eyes are filled with a mix of worry and adoration, his palm reaching for your cheek to stroke it softly.

« Much better » you pause, reminiscing your prior breakdown « sorry ‘bout that ».

« Don’t you dare apologizing » his thumb hooks under your chin, forcing you to tilt your head upwards to meet his gaze, the intimacy of a simple gesture sending mixed signals to your brain though you decide to ignore those.

« I love you, don’t you ever doubt it » his lips find yours through a quick peck, nothing you haven’t done before but today, you feel him linger for a bit longer than usual, his fingers almost pushing into the plush flesh of your cheeks as you close your eyes to bask in the moment.

[leclsrc]

we need need neeed a charles variant of the media naranja fic :( just a multiple lives au even just a drabble or a headcanon auds audrey big a please only u do this shit justice

bec this has been rotting and i needed to practice writing :)

divine sense – cl16

Charles is always led back to you. title from this

“Your mole is nice,” he says, cutting himself off and thinking a bit more on his words. “It sits just there, on the corner of your eye.”

“Really? God.” You poke at it, rub over it even if it sits relatively flat and unassuming and a bit tiny. “I’ve always hated it. People mistake it for leftover eyeliner or mascara all the time, and it’s—whatever.”

“It’s pretty.” His gaze could light you on fire and water it down all at once. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. Granted, I thought it was a, uh, how you say? Mascara, yes, that flicked off your eye a bit, but now it’s just there. I like it.”

A slow smile creeps its way onto your lips and you bite it back, to no avail. “Thank you.”

“It’s the reason why you look so familiar to me.” My mole? You ask, your head turning to the side a bit. He nods. “I don’t know why, either. I mean, clearly we didn’t know each other then. But something about you—you’ve always felt familiar, I think.”

“I have?” 

The trees are greener in the spring, but they’re thin still, not yet too thick with leaves that will fade into orange and die and fall. It’s perfect, Charles thinks, because then the sun filters perfectly through the green of them and shines through the blinds and onto your face, smiling tenderly and warm and waiting. Your eyelashes cast a shadow across the rest of your face and he could stare forever.

“You have.”

—

“Did you get mascara on your eye?”

“What? Oh. Fuck, no. This—it’s a mole.” You turn quickly to the mirror. “I know, it looks a bit like it, yeah.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.” 

“It’s all good. So, Charles, right?” You reread the application sheet and stretch a hand forward to shake his. “My new roommate… taking up Architecture.”

“Yep.” He smiles proudly, the emblem of your university front and centre on his sweatshirt. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but have I met you before? You just look a little familiar. Mole and all.”

“Oh.” Instinctively, you reach up to touch the area on which it sits. “I don’t think so, sorry. Um, but in my Lit class, we did have a discussion about how… like… moles are places where you were kissed in your past life.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. The fall breeze filters through the open living room window, blowing tendrils of hair over your face that you’re quick to brush away. “Granted, I don’t know who would want to kiss an area like this.”

“You don’t?”

And maybe you’re a bit loopy from the drive, or hungry from waking up early, or maybe not at all. Maybe Charles the college roommate is messing with you, or maybe pulling a prank, or maybe not at all. The sunset today is beginning to tint the room and his pretty face a muted orange and you could stare forever.

“I don’t.”

—

Your first time in Italy is marked by a series of ugly firsts: first catcall, mistranslation, scam, blistered heel. But you make it, despite it all, to your foster family’s farm estate, all old vine-caked buildings and stables and lemon trees. You spot somebody poking their head out of the upstairs window but the mop of hair disappears just as quickly.

The door is answered by Pascale—the one you’d been corresponding with prior to today. With her is her husband, Hervé, and two sons, one of whom is somewhere in the house getting your room tidy, she says apologetically. You’re quick to quell her apology, sated by the ice water and bowl of fruit (Hervé says something about picking them all out himself; Arthur, the younger one, pulls you aside with a boyish smile and says it was actually him.)

“Lorenzo is off at university for summer classes,” Pascale explains when she’s putting the second spoonful of pasta on your plate. “So I am stuck with Arthur here, and Charles. He’s about your age, yes? Twenty-two in October.”

Charles descends into the kitchen talking in rapid Italian to his mom, that only tapers off when he sees you at the table. You smile, dopey, raising a careful hand to wave.

He stares. 

“Vieni a sederti,” Pascale says, pointing to the empty seat beside you. Shyly, he takes a seat and fills up his glass with water—then yours. 

“Oh,” you say. “Thank you.” Your gaze travels to him, and find he’s already looking—at the corner of your eye.

“It’s a mole,” you clarify with a quiet, pretty laugh. “Are you excited to take me around? Pascale says you’re my tour guide.”

“Sure, sure.” He laughs. “Where do you want to go?”

Hervé has played some Italian music on his vinyl, so it’s what scratchily plays through the dining area, accompanied by the scent of garlic and lemon and olive from the trees outside, blowing a gentle breeze through the archway of the house.

You turn away from his green eyes to answer one of Arthur’s questions, peppering chili flakes over your aglio olio to twirl and deposit into your mouth. One red flake stays on your lip and he imagines swiping it off with his thumb. Your eyes meet his again, gaze amused and gentle and Charles could stare forever.

“Anywhere, really.”

—

“Oh, honey,” you whine playfully, letting your husband crowd you against the counter of your kitchen, peppering kisses all over your face. “Missed me that much?”

“You know I did.” He parts from you, and even if he's taller his gaze seems to convey looking up at you, adoration and love crowding his green eyes. A hand caresses your jaw, cheek; his thumb rubs over the corner of your eye. The blank skin there, unmarked, unblemished.

He kisses it. His favorite spot. “I woke up this morning thinking about you,” he says fondly.

“About how I left you in charge of changing Mila while I slept in?” You tease lowly, forehead pressed to his.

“About how in love I am with you,” he says honestly. Your heart pulses. It was never a whirlwind of love for either of you. It was slow, warm, familiar. Hey, you.

Despite that, he means it, you know he does, he’s never failed to show just how much. When he wakes up early to change Mila, or when he takes charge of the stove when you’re sleepy. When he lets you walk him around the winding avenues of Manhattan to get cookies or a good coffee or a better beer. When he watches you sing karaoke tipsily, Billy Joel or The Smiths. The way he memorizes every part of you, the way he knows you. Any and all of the love Charles ever had and ever felt always answered to you. 

Lips meet the corner of your eye again. “You know that? I love you. You changed me. You know that, right?”

You could stay forever, in the dusk of the city, questions suspended in the air to be lovingly answered in the lifetimes to follow. They will come, though. You can stay for now—you’ve done your waiting for a love like this.

You smile. “Right.”

[cemetery-sunset]

Caught in the Cattle Chute - Nubbins Sawyer x GN!Reader

Summary: When Reader is just trying to do some chores and clean up the slaughterhouse, they get an interesting surprise from their lover.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings / Tags: they/them pronouns, gender neutral! reader, established relationship, rough sex, surprise creampie?, blood/dirt/grossness, groping, fingering, grinding/humping, unprotected sex, slight dubcon? kinda

A/N: this is porn with no plot, enjoy!…. maybe a part two will happen?

The slaughterhouse was an interesting place, to say the least. It was dingy and gross, covered in grime and blood… and yet, somehow, it was serene and almost peaceful. It wasn’t regularly used or habited by anybody, family members or not. There were always ambient noises, dust settling, pipes squeaking and the wind flowing through the trees outside.

Leaning over the table towards the back of the slaughterhouse, the newest member of the family hummed to themselves, gently picking up a severed hand out of a pile of dried blood. The hand was stiff and pale, they threw it into a nearby bucket that was slowly filling up with various body parts. They hummed to themselves as they used an old rag to wipe down the bloody, dirty table. It was not a necessary chore to clean up the slaughterhouse… or any of the Sawyers’ house really. The only member of the family that truly cared about cleaning up the houses was Nancy, and she never came to the slaughterhouse anyway. Cleaning it up was just a nice, time-wasting thing to do while the rest of the family were too busy doing their own chores.

There was a noise from somewhere else in the building. A thud like something fell over. Another hand was thrown into the bucket, and then a few different bones. The person paid no mind to the noise, this area always had noises coming from another room, this was normal. The thud came again.

They kept wiping down the table, collecting body parts and trying to clean as best as they could with a dirty rag and lots of elbow grease. Before they could comprehend what was happening, they were grabbed suddenly. Two thin, yet strong, arms wrapped around their midsection, immediately going to their chest. They scream in surprise, not expecting the attack, dropping their rag onto the even dirtier ground.

“H-hey preeetty!” Nubbins’ excited voice rang out in their ear as he leaned his head down to their neck, sniffing at it deeply.

“I-I-I was lookin’ for you!” He chirped out, moving his body to be flush against his lover’s back.

“Nubs?! What’re you doin’?!” His lover tried to move away and turn around to face the man, but his grip was iron. He ignored their questioning as he moved further into their space, pushing them off balance, forcing them to hold onto the table in front of the pair. Nubbins’ large hands kept groping and feeling their body, moving over their chest and pushing at their lower stomach in an attempt to push them ever closer to this rigid body.

“Hang- hang on! Can we just-“ They got cut off when they tried to pry off Nubbins’ hands from their chest. That’s when they felt it, grinding hard against their ass, a hard bulge in Nubbins’ pants.

Nubbins started to moan into his lover’s neck.

“You- you just- you feel so g-good!” He moved his hands over their body, squeezing their soft flesh harder than necessary. His lover’s body was growing hotter by the second, their mind going foggy.

“I-I-I just neeed this!” He cooed and shushed his lover, using more force to rub his hard on against their clothed ass.

“Hey! Nubbins!” They tried to stand up straight and pull their body away from his, but it was no use. Nubbins used that opportunity to push them harder. Their hand slipped from the table as they fumbled onto the floor.

In the fall, both parties failed to notice how close they were to a giant bucket of blood, dripping from a nondescript bag on a hook. For a second, Nubbins lost his grip on his lover. They fell and knocked over the bucket, spilling the bloody contents all over themselves. The clean new clothes they were wearing were immediately ruined, most of the blood ending up on their torso, arms and face.

“Ah! Come on, Nubs!” They tried to protest while rubbing blood out of their face, but it was no use, their skin was now tinted an aggressive red.

As if the hitchhiker wasn’t already in a state of animalistic need, seeing his beautiful lover covered in blood only worsened his feeling.

“Y-you- look…” One of his large, honey hands went down and palmed his bulge as his partner was beginning to stand up on their own. He was frozen for a minute, unable to move purely because his head was overwhelmed with so many thoughts at once.

“Nubs, I just got this shirt… an’ I’m tryin’ to clean.” They were mermering to themselves as they stood and stumbled a little, trying not to slip on the blood.

Before they could catch themselves, Nubbins did it for them. He rushed to grab them again, this time somehow more feverish. His hands moved around the blood and rubbed it all over their face and chest.

“Oo-ooh-!” His voice was high and excited, his brain losing all coherence so all his words began to slur and become word vomit.

“Hang on- Just let me-“ They tried to protest and move away, but they couldn’t get a grip on his arms with their own being covered in slick blood.

“Pree-tty, preetty, pretty, pre-etty- “ He kept moving forward and forward, invading all their personal space. His partner struggled to not fall over, instead slipping on their own feet and the blood on the ground.

With one strong grab on Nubbins’ forearm and his lover slipping in the opposite direction, they were able to free themselves from his grasp once more.

His lover yelped as they tripped from the hitchhikers grasp, instead falling head first into a cattle chute. The chutes lined this side of the slaughterhouse, they hadn’t been used in a while. Now most of them were rusted, dusty and broken from time. Nobody has touched them in years.

As their head shot through the chute, their shoulders slammed into the metal hard. They yelled at the impact; the force was so aggressive that the cattle chute slammed shut, closing around their neck and trapping their head on the other side of the chute.

“Nubbins! Nubbins! Help me!” They cried, using their bloody arms to push and pull at the chute, the metal not even creaking under their force. The only thing that did was get blood and handprints all over the metal machine.

Nubbins was too busy babbling nonsense to help his lover. As they squirmed and thrashed against their new bindings, he couldn’t help but get that same feeling he had when they got covered in blood. He rushed to his partner, slipping on the bloody floor but regained his balance before falling.

“You- you soooo- an’ this-“ Nubbins laughed as his hands slammed into his lover’s ass cheeks unceremoniously, smacking loud smacking noises in the process. The man squeezed and groped at their ass, moving up to their sides.

“Whoa-ah!” His partner jumped at the sudden contact and aggression.

“Hey, I’ll help you, if you get me out! This- this ain’t funny!” They kept squirming, pulling uselessly on the undisturbed metal around their neck. The man kept laughing, at the sight, the situation, at his own lover.

Nubbins shoved his bulge right up to their ass, his hands nonstop groping his lover’s soft body. He pulled their hips backward, causing their jaw to slam against the metal.

“Hey! Ow! Stop it!” Nubbins didn’t stop. He only kept rambling to himself and pulling on his partner’s hips, pushing his hard on right against them.

“Just get me out of here! Please!” His partner kept trying to plead, their cries fell on deaf ears.

Nubbins kept laughing and groping at his partner, loving being able to feel their heat through their pants. It was addicting for him to rub his bulge all over it. His cock rubbed against his zipper so hard it nearly hurt, not enough to make him uncomfortable, just enough to make him painfully harder. In his hazed mind, Nubbins stayed rubbing against his partner, only taking one hand off of them to messily yank open his belt and zip down his fly. His loose grey pants fell to the ground instantly, the belt being the only thing that held them up.

His cock was longer than it was wide and curved to the side. The dark pubic hair resting all around it was completely natural, running up and up onto his flat stomach. Standing straight out, completely at attention, his head was flushed red and already shiny with precum. His balls hung heavier than normal, full from how long it’s been since he’s had the chance to ravage his lover like this. Nubbins wasn’t experienced enough to know how to take care of himself properly, so most of the time, he went without any release for days, and sometimes weeks.

“Nubbins! What’re you doin’?! Get me outta here first! Someone might come in an’ find us!” They pushed at the cattle chute more, to no avail. They tried to cover up their raising voice with the scolding, but it didn’t work. Their breathing got heavier and even they could feel the effect being in this predicament had on their body. Their legs started to tremble as they held onto the cattle chute, no longer pushing, just using it to try to keep themselves stable.

With his cock free, Nubbins rubbed even harder against his lover. The layers between them getting thinner and thinner, only serving to make his excitement rise.

“Fee-el good- soooo good!” He rambled, focusing on how he could feel their heat more prominently on his cock now, with his pants being discarded. His bones hands grabbed at his partner’s cheeks again. His grip landed on the waistband on their pants, he pulled them backward aggressively, less like he was trying to strip them, and more like he was now using the clothing as more leverage to get even closer.

His partner kept trying to protest, but the lord Nubbins pulled at their pants, the more their brain went foggy. They could feel how hard he was, how long he was, the cold air of the slaughterhouse hit the tops of their cheeks as Nubbins’ pulled their pants halfway down.

“You… soo pretty… I-I really… like-“ Nubbins rambled out as his hands slid into the back of his partners pants, pulling them down only barely. The fabric was stuck on their thighs, it was barely low enough for Nubbins to reach their hole. With only their thin cotton underwear in the way, everything felt heightened.

“The-ese a-are pretty ttoo!” Nubbins pulled at the white cotton, making his lover squirm even more. He pulled them up and down and sideways, playing with the fabric. Nubbins grabbed his cock and moved it in between the fabric and his partner’s skin, starting to rub up against their hole directly. They both let out pathetic moans, his partner’s legs trembled more.

“W-wait-“ His lover tried to get him to slow down, but there was no getting through to him when he was like this. It was like he was an animal reverting back to his natural state, like he couldn’t think about anything other than cumming.

As if his lover’s underwear wasn’t wet already, his pre being spread up and down the back of them only made it worse. They were somewhat translucent from the fluid, Nubbins could see the pink of his own cock through the white. The sight only made him run up against them harder.

Finally having enough teasing, Nubbins ripped the underwear with his bare hands, not even having enough patience to use his knife. The fabric stayed wedged between his lover’s crotch and their pants, but it was now in pieces.

“N-now-“ Nubbins barely said a word before he rammed his cock deep into his partner. They both moaned out, his lover letting out shaky breaths, having to hold onto the metal chute with white knuckles. Nubbins laughed at the familiar feeling, barely giving himself a second, he roughly grabbed their ass and began pulling them back and forth onto his cock, spearing it deep every single time. His balls slammed into their body, making a lewd wet noise coming from beneath the pair.

For a moment, he went as deep as he could and just grinded into their wet hole, his balls rubbing up against their ass. He leaned down and shoved his face into their back, licking at the blood on their shirt. His forehead rested on their back, his face now smeared with blood, his smile painted pink.

The quiet, slow moment only lasted so long before Nubbins couldn’t take it. He was never known for his patience. Without warning, he dug his nails into his lover’s sides, nearly drawing blood. He slammed his cock into their hole over and over, repeating a whimpery little mantra.

“So-o so-so good, s-so soft…” Nubbins’ hands were covered in blood, old from the bucket and new from his partner. His nails were dirty, they got blood caked under them as he raked them over his partner's back, pulling at their shirt.

Quickly, Nubbins’ reached up and grabbed his straight razor from the little furry pouch that hung around his neck. He laughed and squinted his eyes as he cut through his lover’s shirt, slicing it in half and pulling the pieces off of their trembling body hastily. He raised the pieces high, not stopping the movement in his hips as he scrunched up the shirt in his dirty hands and rung it out like a used towel. The dirty old blood rushed out of the fabric, splashing onto their back. Drops flew all over the pair, getting onto Nubbins’ shirt and into his partner's hair. After he was satisfied with the amount of blood covering his partner, he dropped the shirt on the ground and used his hands to rub around the blood, smearing it into their skin.

“Ha- ha-! Lookie! Y-You look gooood!” Nubbins laughed as he covered his hands in the blood, dragging it down their spine, all the way to their ass. His hips didn’t stop moving into his lover as the blood began to drip down their cheeks. The hasty movement from his hips made the blood flow faster down his lover’s hole and his own cock.

“Oh-oh! Th-that is- ah-!” Nubbins’ sentence ran off as it turned into a pure moan. He never paid attention to his volume level, but especially when he was balls deep in his partner. Said lover was struggling to stay still with all the movement, their legs trembling and nearly buckling under the aggression and pure power coming from the unpredictable man.

Nubbins leaned over their back, continuing to rub the blood all over them. His nails dragged harshly onto their stained skin, slowly ripping it open. As did the bone bracelet that adorned his right wrist, it started to rip up their skin as his hand and wrist were dragged roughly all over their body. Nubbins didn’t even realize what he was doing, all the blood he was making his own lover shed. The man moved his hands under their torso to hold onto their chest. His hands were full as he groped and pulled at any skin he could get his hands onto. He used his harsh grip as leverage as he was now hunched over their body at an awkward angle, to continue his harsh thrusts.

His partner lifted one hand off of the cattle chute and held onto the large one on their chest. Both of them just moaned, Nubbins laughing and his partner closer to screaming.

Suddenly, Nubbins heard a much louder scream than normal as he decided to shove his teeth deep into his partner’s back.

“F-fuck, Nubs- hang on-! Ple-ase!” They tried to beg for mercy but their pleas only made Nubbins laugh harder. He slowly dragged his teeth out of the deep, bloody gouge in their skin. He shoved his big nose into the wound and licked at it, getting even more blood all over his face and teeth.

“Mmm- you ta-taste so good you might as well be deeesert tonight!” He laughed as he added more bite marks, his hands moved down to his lover’s hips, harshly digging his dirty nails into them and pulling them back against his cock.

“W-wait! To-too much, Nubbins!” His lover screamed, trying to move away from not only his mouth, but his cock that was continuously burying itself as deep as possible.

Before they could say anything, their body jolted and released onto their thighs and Nubbins’ already soaked cock. Their legs shook aggressively and nearly gave out, they had to grip onto the cattle chute so hard that their hands hurt.

“Fu-uck!” Their voice was broken and shaking, just like the rest of their body. It was so intense that it even made Nubbins’ hips stall for a moment, he couldn’t take the pressure that surrounded his cock. Even after his lover came, Nubbins didn’t stop, his hips grew more sporadic as he just threw himself at them over and over, bruising their backside.

“A-ah-! So- tight-!” Nubbins started to cum before either of them knew what was happening. After a quick second, he realized he started to cum inside and he ripped his cock out of his partner’s hole as fast as he could. The rest of his cum landed on his lover’s ass and their back, adding more color to the painting that covered their body. The man used his thumb to press his cock against his lovers hole, rubbing against it while he breathed heavy, watching his cum spray all over their soft skin. He could see his cum dripping on the edge of their hole and the sight nearly made him hard again.

“Lookie at aaall this-“ Nubbins said, his voice rougher and breathy, getting his hands covered in the blood, cum and sweat that covered his partner. He stuck two of his dirty fingers in their hole, not even trying to give them pleasure, just to pull out all the cum that he accidentally sprayed inside.

“T-This needs to be he-here…” He trailed off, like he was talking to himself. The man rubbed his dirty fingers, that were now covered in his own cum, all over their hole, making sure that it was messy and beautiful.

“Fuck…” Struggling to not collapse onto the ground, they tried to look back at their partner as he talked.

“Nubs, can you- can you help me now? Please?” They tried to ask but Nubbins had already pulled up his pants. He gave his partner’s bare all a mindless tap.

“I-I-I don’ know how ta work the chute!” He laughed, gesturing to the machine. His lover started to panic, pulling at the metal, leaving more angry red marks on the sides of their neck. Nubbins’ forte was more mechanics of the homemade variety. If he didn’t make the machine to begin with, chances were he couldn’t figure it out.

“What?! What d’you mean?! Ya don’t know how to open it-?!” Using one hand, they tried, and failed, to pull up their pants. The fabric was too tight, their legs too weak and the fact that they were covered in multiple gross liquids didn’t make the fabric move very easily.

“Fuck- Shit- Nubbins, help me!” They kept struggling, and pulling against the metal, simultaneously trying to fix their unfixable wardrobe.

“I k-know! I’ll go git Johnny!” Nubbins said with his big lopsided smile, proud of his own idea. His partner felt their heart drop, their face losing all color.

“No! Nonono- No! Nubbins, don’t you dare!” They kept thrashing and screaming, now trying to use their legs and more of their body to pull at their binding.

They could hear Nubbins’ laughter, it was loud and obnoxious. He kept giggling maniacally as he gave them a few more spanks on their ass before fixing his belt and nearly running out of the room.

Nubbins just kept laughing as his lover just kept yelling at him. The last thing they heard was the leather metal door to the slaughterhouse be ripped open and then slammed shut, sealing their fate.

[camels-pen]

fic(?) idea: Usopp gets immense anxiety from anything covering his eyes during and after Boin. like, in terms of survival, he Neeeds his fucking eyes to be clear so he can snipe shit. So when his hair was growing out maybe something happened, or something almost happened, and just. scared the shit out of him to the point he couldn't handle that any more. Even a strand of hair over his eye worries the hell out of him.

and like, he gets back to his crew and for a while things are fine, but then something happens in a fight- not an injury, but an enemy gets too close and they're a little too strong with a sword and suddenly, Usopp can't see. Not because the person cut his eyes, but because the person cut his hair. and beyond how he'd grown to enjoy having hair this long, he could tell, almost in an instant, that it was cut to the exact length that almost got him killed on Boin.

The difference now is that Usopp has Haki to aid him.

So he takes out the guy, does his best to push down the growing panic, and watch out for his friends. Then when the fight's done, he keeps trying to offer help, to find something to keep his mind off his hair, to trying and force himself to be normal but it isn't working. his friends are getting concerned and his hair is still all over the place and he's been using Haki nonstop to cover his peripherals and-

and brook rests a hand on his shoulder and quietly offers his aid. Usopp's bites his lip as tears trail down his cheeks. he nods and the two of them head for the bath. (the crew, brook included, doesn't know the extent of Usopp's hurting, but they will eventually)

[bonny-kookoo]

i neeed a drabble of yoongi biting mc i neeeeedd the angst the tsundereeeeee pleassssseeeeee

It had been happening all too quickly. Maybe it was a combination of things; a bad cocktail mixed from both his sickness and his lack of control over his reactions, flavored with the bitter taste of the fa t that he just entirely betrayed your trust and threw all of your kindness in your face with that action.

And the worst part is, you're not even doing anything. You just watch as the red dots of blood grow from the puncture wounds of his teeth in your forearm, before they trickle down, and drop onto the fluffy pink carpet in front of the couch.

"Oh.." you just say, before looking back at him. "I'm.. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was too pushy." You gently apologize, and he feels horrible. You didn't do anything wrong- he was being unnecessarily lazy and grumpy at you for just asking what he wanted to eat today. That was no excuse for lashing out like that just because you tried shaking him awake.

You're supposed to scold him. Be angry. Yell at him, or maybe even cry like you always do. But you don't.

You just accept it, and he hates it.

He hates that you're so soft and gentle and careful and sweet- because he himself doesn't know how to do that. Even as he gets up and tugs your injured arm to the kitchenette connecting to the living room area, you're still not complaining even though he knows he must be hurting you.

Even as he washes your blood away with trembling hands with what he's aware are way too rough motions, you don't complain. Or say anything, really, for a long time.

"Yoongi?" You wonder quietly, as he makes sure he cleans the wound thoroughly. His kind, after all, has specific bacteria in their saliva meant to weaken prey so it'll go down even if it does escape. "Yoongi." You say again, but he shakes his head, bites his bottom lip as he concentrates on making sure he flushes everything well. "Yoongi, hey-" you finally say, turning off the faucet of the sink to cut his erratic behavior off. "You're fine." You say.

"You-" he shakes his head. "Phone.. we need- call. Call doctor- need to look at." He motions to your arm, grabbing a paper towel to have you press it down on the still bleeding wound, skin red and irritated. If from the bite, or his senseless rubbing, he isn't sure.

"Yoongs you have to calm down first." You say, so kindly, and he hates it.

"Be angry!" He barks because of that, taking a step away from you. "Angry!" He demands, but you shake your head.

"Why would I be angry?" You wonder. "I overstepped, and earned the consequences. Nothing bad happened." You deny, but he shakes his head.

"Be angry." He asks of you, more quietly now. "..please." He adds, not looking at you- rather staring to the side, faint taste of your blood on his tongue disgusting. "Dont be kind." He shakes his head.

"Why not?" You wonder, dabbing the paper towel at your wound.

"I don't.. just don't." He shrugs, frustrated. "Doctor. Now." He demands, but you shake your head, and have the audacity to laugh.

"No, maybe tomorrow if it gets bad. For now I'll put one of my bigger plasters on it, it's fine." You shrug. "A tiny little bite isn't a big deal." You simply say, walking into the bathroom to fetch said plasters from the cabinet- pink and purple ones with animals on them.

Yoongi watches from the doorway how you put them on, unsure what to do now.

"Do you wanna nap some more while I cook?" You ask, but he shakes his head. "What do you wanna do then? Order in? That might be faster.." you hum to yourself, closing the cabinet- his face right behind the door of it, making you jump. "Geez, Yoongi what did I say about that stalking thing you do-" you start, before you're suddenly engulfed in a very awkward, but gentle hug.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles into your neck.

"I know." You nod, and he nods back, holding you a bit more properly now. "I'm sorry too." You tell him.

"I know." He answers-

Holding you a bit longer as he decides that he should maybe be a little more kind to you from now on.

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Fen!!!! Hope you are doing weeeell 😇

The Aurryn thread had me in stitches omg. You created a problem... now take responsibility 👀

Also just completely ignoring the whole reaction you have to the luca questions..... hmmm... 🧐🤔

But back to my ask. It is my most favorite ask i alwaaaayyyyys ask and i neeed to ask. If no one else has. But i fucking love a jealous RO especially when they try to not be jealous or it's completely outrageous for them to be.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo: MC is at some ball thing and another noble is very much just trying to rizz the hell out of them. Like flirting their pants off (to hopefully flirt the MCs pants off too) and MC isn't uncomfortable but just enduring it because it's probably not something new. What do the ROs do/think about that 👀 📝

Also, I'm so glad the page is so lively, lol 💜

Hi again!! I’m doing well thank you! Hope you are good too. I see no problem with the aurynn situation 😏--in fact I have discovered I have the power to turn straight people gay with nothing more than a drawing so NONE of you are safe. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🔫🐛pew pew

Dunno what you are talking about with the Luca questions....there is nothing suspicious going on. :3

As for the jealousy question:

Kieran: pre-feelings, they won't really be very jealous and would probably only intervene bc they feel that someone flirting with their betrothed is going to be a bad look for them, you, and the noble. Post-feelings, they would start getting jealous but would have a hard time recognizing it as jealousy bc it is not a feeling they are familiar with. They'd probs spend a while just watching you from across the room with a troubled look and then find some excuse--if only to convince themselves they are doing this for a good reason--to cut in and dance with MC instead. They'd be in denial over feeling jealous.

Aurynn: pre-feelings, not going to care much so long as MC doesn't look uncomfortable. If MC does look uncomfortable or like they are so incredibly bored out of their skull, he'd step in but otherwise he is fine with letting MC handle it or if mc is flirting with others if they want to. He's a slut. He gets it. And he knows if MC really wants out of it they can just signal him with a look and he’ll come to the rescue but not without badgering the hell out of the noble first, if only just for the fun of it. Post-feelings, he's going to be struggling with why the hell he cares so much about seeing someone else rizzing mc up and might start getting petty about it. He wouldn't even care about rudely cutting in if it means he gets to monopolize your time and would probs overcompensate by being overly casual and talking too much so you can’t get a word in edgewise or question him bc he doesn’t quite know why he did that either.

Samira: Pre-feelings, so long as MC doesn't look uncomfortable, she would feel it would be rude to intrude even if she thinks it is a bad look for someone to be flirting with an engaged person so openly bc she is not nobility and feels a bit out of place cutting in between nobles but she would offer sympathetic looks if she can tell mc is just enduring it. Post-feelings, she might start to choose to interpret the noble's actions as overly brazen and mc as uncomfortable just to give herself an excuse to cut in. Would be staring daggers at the other noble even after they left despite herself.

Nihm: pre-feelings, would feel it would be bad for someone to be flirting with an engaged mc so openly and might leave it for Kieran to handle out of respect but if Kieran doesn’t notice then they might try to politely cut in so as not to cause a scene. post-feelings, they are going to have some internal suffering and maybe staring at mc longingly from across the ballroom as they try to figure out what they should do. Might cut in to avoid a bad situation and then feel really awkward afterwards bc they've cut in for selfish reasons and now don't know what to do about it. Might just leave out of embarrassment.

Lilith/Lucien: Petty about it either way. They might debate about stepping in at first and then very quickly lose that self-debate—if one even occurred at all—and scare away the noble, which wouldn't be hard considering L's reputation in Celestyl. They’d be pretty smug about having your undivided attention. They tend to pout if you choose someone else over them, depending on the situation.

[brandogenius]

neeed more phoebe and ya similar to spiraling fic i love their relationship so bad

(this has been in my drafts for a while + not proofred. was contemplating on posting it or not but have y’all phoebe & younger artist crumbs)

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - phoebe & younger artist - frustration

word count: 673

“i can sense tension” you stopped strumming your guitar, hands sweaty, fingers callused, frustration and anxiety settled deep in your chest. phoebe was stood at the opened door to the backstage room, staff and crew were flying past phoebe at a million miles per second, busy and in a hurry to get ready for the show tonight.

“the vision.. isn’t visioning- this stupid guitar” you grumbled, roughly setting the guitar down onto the ground by your feet. your notes app was opened on your phone, disregarded to the side of the couch. phoebe walked over, sitting down beside you. “im sure it is-“

“it’s really not.” you cut phoebe off with a heavy sigh as uou ran a hand through your hair in frustration. it wasn’t working and it had you stressed- nothing was working. everything was wrong. lyrics written in the notes app but no cords or pattern seemed to fit the vibe. you gave up

“the struggles of being a musician. we’ve all been there.” phoebe chuckled to herself. picking up the acoustic guitar and propping it into her lap. she busied herself by messing around with chords she heard you play.

“how can you just..pick up from me and create a good melody? why doesn’t it work for me?” you huffed in defeat, slouching back on the couch, eyes scanning phoebe, analysing what she’s doing.

“practice makes perfect. it’s a cheesy saying but it’s true. every musician gets frustrated or burnt out like you are right now. but, that’s what makes a good musician. progression” she stopped strumming, turning to face you with a serious look on her face.

“you can’t force things to happen. it’ll happen naturally. i usually look at stuff for inspiration. go on writing trips, listen to other music. if i find a song that has a good melody, i’ll write down the chord progressions and take inspiration from them” she turned back to the guitar and started to tune it.

“yeah- i get that. sometimes i just feel like.. i’m not a good musician. nothing works right, lyrics are shitty. i look at other songs by i don’t know- muna and i think woah- how can they do that but i’m here like-“

“i’m stopping you right there, kid” phoebe talked over you, sensing where this is going. “i’m not having a repeat of last month. we do not compare ourselves to other musicians and singers. each to their own uniqueness and individuality” she placed the guitar down, turning to face you directly, sitting criss crossed on the couch.

“yeah but-“

“respectfully dude, shut up. you’re an amazing and super talented singer and musician. you put yourself down too much and i don’t like that. that’s not a healthy mindset to have. comparing yourself to other people isn’t good either.”

you looked down at your hands, picking at the nail polish.

“everyone has their own flaws, i do, you do- julien and lucy do too. you let yourself spiral from overthinking about something small to getting yourself worked up and then put yourself in a bad mood which is not good. you can’t be doing this kid, it’s not good for your mental health”

“i don’t really need a lecture from you” you sighed, looking up and staring at the ceiling.

“i’m not gonna lecture you. im only stating the obvious. you’re young, you have so much ahead of you, so much to live for and see. you don’t need to put yourself down. you don’t understand how cool and talented you are. when i first met you i was like ‘damn, that kid’s cool as heck’ and im right!”

you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head a bit. phoebe grinned.

“see? i made you laugh” she patted your thigh and stood up. “don’t spiral into negative thoughts alright? if you find yourself doing it, just come talk to me. don’t bottle shit up until you get frustrated and take your anger out on the poor guitar, alright kid?”

“yeah- i guess so”

“good”

[thejasonandsladeagenda]

Hi,

I hope this is okay but I‘ve been desperately searching for a Slade/Jay fic - literally fine combing my history.

Maybe you or one of your followers knows it or maybe even downloaded it (i fear it got deleted but maybe i really just can’t find it).

A/b/o, Alpha Slade, Omega Jason, Pre-modern-ish Setting?

Slade is part of group of outlaws spending the winter in a cabin where no one can reach them.

The other outlaws are a bunch of DC villains.

Jay and the bats go after the outlaws but while the rest pull back, Jay gets stubborn over a disagreement and effectively gets cut of and trapped in with the villains/outlaws due to the weather.

They capture him and Slade effectively takes him for himself to safe him from the others - but behaves somewhat gentlemanly, doesn’t force him into anything (but does somewhat manipulate).

They have an incredibly sweet relationship dynamic, Jason really grows into himself through it, appreciated for his strength and his omega nature (instead of constantly having to suppress his omega instincts to be seen as barely enough).

They both kill to protect each other - obviously a first for Jay.

Slade has an incredibly cool, opinionated Stallion.

It already had 20+ chapters, was nearly finished. Even if it’s never gonne be finished I just neeed to re-read it!

I think we found it!

Props to @bittercape for recognizing

This looks so cool btw and I can't wait to read