#no i dont know how to properly kiss your ass

[tipsywench]

I think my main purpose in life is to be really awkward and weird around upper management whenever they visit. I am gods awkward reminder to keep these fuckers humble.

[bl00d1nk]

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​🇨​​🇭​​🇦​​🇷​​🇦​​🇨​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇸​: brahms heelshire, patrick bateman, herbert west

​🇼​​🇦​​🇷​​🇳​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​​🇸​: slashers ofc, brahms lack of hygiene, brahms being possesive, brahms stalking you basically,patrick being a dick, vauge nsfw in patricks, dead people obvi, body snatching, also not read over so if theres any mistakes whoopsies

​🇦​​🇺​​🇹​​🇭​​🇴​​🇷​​🇸​ ​🇳​​🇴​​🇹​​🇪​: first time writing for slashers omds + writing for the first time properly in like a year so teehee also lemme know if you want this for other slashers :PPP also i tried to write this v gn but idk if i acc did so pls gimme suggestions on how to keep everything in my writing inclusive plsss!!! also if ur wondering what "w/" means it just means with im just too lazy to write with teehee

¬𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙷𝙼𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙴¬

𖦹 stinky

𖦹 i dont mean that in a funny way like this man fucking REEKS

𖦹 this means you will have to get him to wash himself

𖦹 only perk of that is showering n bathing w/ him, its a real big part of your relationship

𖦹 he likes it because hes close to you and it gives him a lot of comfort and feels really cared for if you wash his hair for him + likes the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp

𖦹 he likes leaving things he thinks you'll like all around the house

𖦹 he found a crusty ass ring he'll think you'll like?KABOOSH!!!!! its on the bathroom counter

𖦹 he also doesn't take too kindly to anyone you talk to that isn't him, he gets really jealous n upset over that

𖦹 this makes him extremly bratty unfortunately

𖦹 prepare for him being in the walls and banging on them for hours on end to piss you off and placing that stupid doll everywhere just to get a scare out of you

𖦹 will literally refuse to do anything for you

𖦹 buttt you can make it up to him by telling him theres nothing to worry about n making him a wee sandwich + giving him kisses, easy peasy squeeze the lemon (im really hoping some of yous got that reference)

𖦹 brahms also likes cuddling

𖦹 a lot

𖦹 you're sitting down reading or on your phone? not without him on your lap nuzzing into your neck having a wee nap

𖦹 you might end up with dead legs by the end of it but hey! it was worth it

𖦹 probably......

𖦹 he just stares at you a lot but dw! not in a creepy way (from his perspective at least), he's just admiring your beauty

𖦹 really likes it when you read to him + it puts him to sleep

𖦹 also loves it when you brush his hair, surprise surprise it also puts him to sleep

𖦹 CLINGY!!!!!!!!! so very very very very CLINGY

𖦹 if you leave the room for a second he will follow doesnt matter if he knows where you're going he will follow

𖦹 gets so upset if you leave during cuddling even if its to pee

𖦹 he will whine n grasp n tug at what you're wearing in an attempt to get you to stay w/ him

𖦹 the time he spends following n watching you could be stalking atp

𖦹 seperation anxiety? he knows her, very well

𖦹 will cry if you leave the house until you come back, n the moment you do he practically jumps you, crying and wailing into your shoulder begging you not to leave him ever again

𖦹 will have no intentions of letting go of you for the rest of the day

𖦹 he also really like sleeping in the same bed w/ you

𖦹 he likes that he knows you're there, you can tuck him in, read to him, cuddle him, give him forehead kisses n comfort him in case he has a nightmare or vice versca

𖦹 n e ways 8.5/10 -1 for stinkyness, -0.5 for well him being him ig

¬𝙿𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽¬

𖦹 before i get into this one i actually hate patrick bateman w/ a burning passion for very obvious reasons so i struggled HARD w/ this

𖦹 alr so we all saw that les mis poster in the opening scene so he deffo would bring you along to watch any high end musicals w/ him

𖦹 SKINCARE!!!!!!!!! he has a whole ass ROUTINE which he will explain to you in great detail and explain why the water has to be a certain temp n why this needs to be put on this way n that needs to be put on that way

𖦹 would let you do skincare on him but beware that he will check the entire ingredients list before you put it on his face

𖦹 its rather boring to listen to but he looks so proud of himself while explaining it, how could you not listen?????

𖦹 he spoils you rotten like its acc so bad

𖦹 you wanted those fancy ass pairs of shoes? they're already in your hands

𖦹 you want a reservation at dorsia? you've got one

𖦹 you literally want anything in the world? you'll have it before you even know you want it

𖦹 he obviously doesn't like people apart from himself so when he found the slightest bit of attraction to you he immediatley became infatuated with you and your life

𖦹 why were you making him feel this way? how were you making him feel this way? was it sorcery? was he going insane? yeah

𖦹 suprise suprise this did lead him to asking you out which led you up to here getting whatever you want

𖦹 hes a jealous fucker i can tell you that

𖦹 especially when he sees you within a 6ft distance of paul allen

𖦹 he storms over and makes some passive aggresive comment toward the two of you and then tries to keep himself cool w/ some swanky inner monologue and eventually drags you away because he "needed to talk to you"

𖦹 spoiler alert, he didn't

𖦹 all this leads to is some rather lewd acts back at his apartment as he tries to reassure himself that he's much better than paul allen and taunts you asking if you think paul allen could make you feel this way

𖦹 rants on to you about his music collection and explains how he thinks this song led them to stardom and someone was an idiot for not releasing this and that as a single and not putting these songs in this album and yadayadaya

𖦹 great if you actually are bothered to listen to him rant on for ages horrific if you aren't, gets quite offended if you don't show much interest in his music

𖦹 i get if if you don't tho, its really something...

𖦹 we all know this man is a complete germaphobe so be absolutley horrifically aware of that unless you fancy getting yelled at

𖦹 he love love LOVESS watching texas chainsaw massacare with you, he loves it when you twos just sit there in silence and cuddle while watching people get brutally attacked n chased, how romantic!

𖦹 finds it funny when you grimace or go 'oh my god' at any brutal scene in it

𖦹 touchy

𖦹 v e r y t o u c h y

𖦹 at any public event he always has a hand snaked around your waist or has his arm linked in yours

𖦹 even in is apartment he still has that hand snaked aorund your waist

𖦹 not a fan of kissing bc he's a germaphobe but because he knows were you've been most of the time he dislikes it a little less

𖦹 prefers giving forehead kisses tho as its quick and much more hygenic than lips

𖦹 god that was tough to write but overall, 7.5/10, -2.5 for being himself. i hate him too much to give him a better rating so ja

¬𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃¬

𖦹 i am so horrendously excited to write this because for the last like 4 days i have not stopped thinking about reanimator, i eat sleep breath the franchise, and herbert west is such a giggle so teehee

𖦹 alright if you're not in the science field or have any connection to dan hes probably not going to take an interest in you as you're not one of his areas of interest

𖦹 if you are in the category of herbert wests interests well done! he tolerates you

𖦹 like patrick would notice how weird he felt around you and would probably blame it on 'primal urges' ew

𖦹 he would most likely ignore them until he can't, and it eventually all bubbles over and he just can't resist inviting you to his basement of wonders

𖦹 he just watches you intently the entire time your there much like brahms does, also not in a creepy way (in his eyes) just admiring you

𖦹 he probably goes on a rather detailed explanation of his work and what he did to get here

𖦹 if you ever feel a lil faint abt all that stuff he just puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder cuz hes a lil awkward

𖦹 lowkey enlists you alongside dan to go steal bodies and experiment on them

𖦹 if you ever get attacked by one of the re-animated he literally doesn't leave your side, mainly to see the severity of your injuries to examine the strength of the reanimated and the other tiny bit because he cares for you

𖦹 has shit talking sessions about dr hill w/ you, it mainly consists of him getting rather heated over the fact he plagiarizes his work and ya know the whole 6-12 mins thing

𖦹 is very clingy with you when dr hill is around as he doesn't want him to make any creepy ass remarks about you so he sticks to your side like he sticks to his research

𖦹 really appreciates is when you cook for him as he's a total basement dweller and doesn't leave it for food

𖦹 so lets say you actually did make something for him he would be really surprised and would be rather amused that you care enough to make him something and he'll gladly eat it

𖦹 also doesn't sleep a lot, so if and when he comes up from the basement he will be taking a nap on you

𖦹 speaking of him taking naps, he'll just plonk on top of you when he wants to take a nap so

𖦹 yay!!!

𖦹 like patrick with music herbert will rant on about science to you

𖦹 at any time, like you could be in bed ready to finally sleep and then he starts rambling about the R.E.M cycle and how benificial sleep is for the body yet he gets absolutley NONE

𖦹 isn't very good at expressing affection for you bc he's herbert so those naps and his rants are actually his way of showing he rlly likes you

𖦹 kissing isn't his favourite thing in the world bc of germs and stuff, so he presses quick kisses to your forehead, nose and cheek such a gentleman

𖦹 but, when herberts all whiny and annoyed at life he will be down for a cheeky make out sesh

𖦹 he gets very flustered after it which is pretty funny to watch so he usually distracts himself with science

𖦹 i genuinely couldn't tell you if he would use petnames or not

𖦹 will use your name 99.9999999999% of the time, just maybe will call you darling

𖦹 just maybe.....

𖦹 n e ways dunno what else to write so 8.9/10, -1.1 for being a body snatcher ig

omds that was so hard and I was gonna add more characters but i kinda got lazy but PLEEEAAAASSEEEE lemme know what you guys thought ty :3

[comet-forgot-you]

needy vampire amber smut plsss 😣😣

happy halloween

smut. 18+ pls.

the two of you making a stupid challenge, you wanted to see how long it would take for amber to break. she was always so needy for you, her sex drive stupidly high, of course you wanted to see how long it would take her until she couldnt hold herself back anymore.

days later, the two of you are handing out candy on halloween, dressed as vampires after hours of battling with amber’s stubbornness. but now that amber sees the costume on you, she wonders why it took her so long to agree. it fits you so perfectly and amber cant stop picturing herself taking it off agonizingly slow. she had to make you break before she did.

she cant keep her eyes off of you, and when the door is closed, she cant keep her hands off of you. she gropes you over your clothes, feeling you up and turning you into a confused, needy mess. she always pulls away from you seconds before someone knocks on the door.

it doesnt take long before amber’s pulling you into her, your back pressed against her front. she tilts your head to the side, scraping her fangs along the side of your neck, letting them poke you just enough to draw a few drops of blood, before lapping it up and pressing a gentle kiss to the area.

“you look so fucking good, cant wait to take all this off baby. god, you’re getting me all worked up, fuck.” she whispers hotly against your ear. “cant you see what you do to me?” she grinds herself against your ass slightly before pulling away, a smirk painting her lips. you dont have time to collect yourself before theres a knock at your door.

15 minutes later, your cheeks are flushed and the ache between your thighs is unbearable. you’re sure your underwear is soaked and your are pupils blown, and you know exactly why. amber’s unending teasing had you so worked up, and the little pokes of her fangs injected aphrodisiac into you.

you try to stay strong, try to keep yourself together, amber was the one who was so needy for you, she’d have to break first. amber’s hands are on your hips, lips pressed against your ear. “you know you wanna break, you know how bad you need me,” she whispers.

“you know you want to break,” you whisper back, turning to face her in hold. “you know you just want to fuck me, you know you need to see me all fucked out for you,” your hands run up and down her body, fingers grazing her neck before you lean forward, pressing a kids to her cold skin just below her ear. “you know you want me.”

its you who pulls away first, turning off your light and locking the door. amber watches your every move, she watches as you make your way to your shared room. she stays still for a moment, but when you look back at her from the entrance of your room, shes next to you in the blink of an eye. the door barely shuts behind you before amber’s pushing you against it, her strong, cold hands gripping your hips so tight, you know there’ll be a bruise there.

her lips are on yours, fingers tugging at your clothes. she’s too desperate, too worked up to even bother taking them off properly. they’re ripped in seconds, cold fingers meeting your nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. “fuck,” you whine out. amber slots her thigh between your own and youre quick to grind against it, desperate to relieve the built up pressure in your core.

in an instant, the hard, wooden door you’re pressed against is replaced with your soft mattress. amber’s hands wander all over you, the coldness leaving goosebumps along your skin. “fuck, baby. i needed you so bad,” amber mumbles against your skin, pulling your underwear off of you. her fingers slide through your folds, “ive been going insane, you just look so good its hard not to take you all the time,” she whispers, trailing kisses down your body.

her fingers prod at your entrance before moving up to circle your clit. “go on then,” you mumble back, your breath catching in your throat as amber’s fingers tease your cunt. “take me.”

and suddenly, she cant take it anymore. her fingers sink into you and your warmth around her has her groaning into your skin. “fuck,” she nearly whines. all she can think about is how stupid she was for accepting your stupid challenge. “god, you feel so good,” she whispers, lips pressing against your neck.

she can feel your heartbeat under her lips, its quick, and it draws her in even more, her own arousal clouding her mind. she cant help but want to sink her teeth into your skin, and she does. she bites into your shoulder, its painful at first, a pained moan falling from your lips. and then the arousal hits, the sharp stab of her fangs has you squeezing her fingers tightly.

“amber,” you moan out, grinding yourself against her palm.

she hums against your skin, your blood filling her mouth. you taste so good, ambers far too addicted to you than she’d like to admit. she unlatches from your shoulder, lapping up the excess blood. “come on, baby,” she mumbles. “be good for me, make a mess all over my fingers, i know you want to. i know you feel good, come one baby.” her words have you clenching around her fingers, and when her palm grinds against your clit with every buck of your hips, its all you need to come undone.

“fuck, amber!” desperate moans fall from your lips as you reach your orgasm. amber’s movements working you through it.

“yeah baby, just like that. you did so good for me. i think you can go again, yeah?”

[c0llisiion]

DAY 10 — LEE KNOW

★ npr, f!reader, humiliation, lots of degradation, soft!minho at the end — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 675

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day10 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

You loved it when Minho was downright nasty and evil towards you. You loved the way his husky voice, saying the most insane things that you wouldn’t accept outside the bedroom down your ears. It was surreal in a sense. He goes from this sweet caring boyfriend outside, but once that bedroom door locks, it’s like flipping a switch. And you never complained.

He had you gripping onto the bathroom sink counter for dear life as he rammed you with his thick cock, his veiny hand conveniently wrapped and your throat and the other hand on your hip, bruising the skin under his fingertips. Your shoulders and neck were covered in bite marks and hickeys. He kissed the back of your ear and licked your lobe before speaking gruffly, “look at ya, you little slut… getting so cockdrunk… your little mind can't comprehend anything right?” Truth be told, you were cockdrunk. Your head was thrown back, and your eyes shut as soft little “fucks” escaped your lips like a mantra. “Mm… taking me in so fucking well… that's what you’re good at, only taking in cocks like the whore you are… look at yourself,” he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror in front. Your eyes were dazed and unfocused, your lips softly parted. “Pretty little face looks so dumb and fucked out… you’re liking this aren't ya?” You nodded as tears started rolling down your face at his intensity. He continued fucking you through it all. “Is that all your little pussy can take? Yeah? You’re so pathetic… the one thing you’re good at you also suck in it…” he chuckled darkly in your ears. You moaned rather loudly at the words. “Yeah… i know you like hearing all that. Knowing how you cant even satisfy me properly. Fuck. You should be glad I haven’t dumped you yet…” you couldn’t help but get even more turned on at his words, even though you knew he never meant a single word. Minho releases his grip on your body and stops. Your eyes go wide, and you look back at him panicked, finally coming back to reality. He grinned. “Fuck yourself on me. I want to see how good you are or are you going to be a bad girl?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. You immediately shook your head before slowly starting to fuck yourself on his cock, taking some time to find your pace. Minho threw his head back and suppressed his moans, not wanting to show you how much he was enjoying it. He looked at you through the mirror before slapping your ass. “Is that the best you can do? Really?” He grabbed your throat and pulled you back, “you really are a good for nothing huh?” He started fucking you again, his thrusts harder this time. His other hand reached and slapped your ass before gripping the flesh. “Such a pitiful thing… cant even satisfy her own boyfriend…” your body visibly shook at his pounding. A stream of mixed arousal ran down your thighs. Loud sloshes and wet sounds echoed throughout the bathroom. “Dirty little whore… your pussy is literally soaking wet.. you like getting humiliated, huh? You like being my little cumslut dont you baby? Yeah? My cumslut thats just a fucking mess…? Yeah?” He breathed in your ear gruffly. You nodded incoherently. “Y-yes… yes. Yes…” Minho smirked, satisfied with your response. “Whose slut are you?” “Yours…” ���is that all? Louder honey..” “fuck… yours minho! Yours!”

After everything, he would hold you close to his body, enveloping you in his warmth with a thousand apologies escaping his lips. You would reassure him constantly that it was fine, and you knew he didn’t mean any of the words, but he couldn’t help but continue apologizing. Constantly kissing your face or pulling you closer and closer.“Was I too much baby?” “Im sorry i said that, you know i dont mean it.”

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[norizz-nation]

Hello!

Can I request an Oscar smut?

Maybe Oscar being dominant as hell, gripping the headboard. (just like Edward in Twilight, when he broke the bed? )

And maybe with a breeding kink? Like him using his fingers to push back his cum?

Ah I can't breathe properly, I need this fantasy in your work, please. ❤️

Love u

Girl that is so hottt 😩 and love you too 🥺

Squeezing so good 🧡

Summary: although oscar looks like a baby boy but he could literally make your legs shake in bed, screaming his name, grabbing the bedsheets wanting for more

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, breeding kink, daddy kink, spanking

All you could hear was the bed squeaking and Oscar whimpering in your ear. You let your head fall as you felt his dick hitting the perfect spot. Your hands gripped on the bedsheet so hard that your knuckles looked pale. Oscar’s hand gripped the headboard as he kept on fucking you from behind. Your ass felt so sore, probably red by his hips slapping it every time he thrusted his dick inside of you. “God, baby your pussy takes my dick so well. Squeezing so good around my dick” he said as he kissed your shoulder.

“Shit sh-shit daddy, im g-gonna cum!” you said as you turned your head back to look at him and he smirked and shook his head and you whined out. “Oh not now baby, dont you dare cum okay?” He said as he slapped your ass making it jiggle. You didn’t know for how long you could hold it as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Oh baby, fuck im gonna cum” he said as his thrust went sloppier. “Cum for me baby. Be a good girl for me” he said as you finally came. Releasing all the tension from your body. His warm cum made you feel so full as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, his moans and whimpers sending shivers down your spine. Oscar then pushed some of his cum inside of you not letting any drop come out. “Cant let this go to waste. Your pussy deserved every single drop of my cum” he said as he smirked.

He then turned you over so that you were on your back. His fingers still inside of you as you squirmed. “Open your pretty little mouth, come on” he said as you did, sticking your tongue out. He then pushed his fingers inside of your mouth as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, sucking it clean as you looked up at him, his mouth hung open as he kept on breathing heavily.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[yourlovermumu]

imagine tying up your boyfriend while his sleeping and he wakes up to find himself literally at your mercy, saying its revenge for how he treats you in bed. and his like ''come on sweetie i am not mean to you in bed. what are you talking about?''

you tease him by kissing and licking his inner thighs. and his so frustrated. like why wont you just give him what he knows you know he wants. his telling you to just hurry up and touch him. and you tell him not until he does some begging. which he refuses to do at first. but after awhile manages to let out a little ''p...please touch me.''

you give in eventually but your just softly touching his cock while he goes, ''thats not nearly enough, baby. put it in your mouth.'' but you again, simply tell him to beg for it.

and he refuses this time again. saying no you wont get him to beg for you. and your all smug like okay then get comfy cause your gonna be tied up like this for a while.

and then your teasing him so damn much. giving his cock feather like kisses everywhere but you just wont put it in your mouth at all. nor would you stroke him properly.

and his just soooooo frustrated that he swears once he gets out these ropes, your really gonna get it. he says his going to absolutely show you no mercy at all. and your just giggling at his threats like ''as if, your the one tied up and helpless. not me.''

but luck really wasnt on your side this time. because turns out he was slowly loosening the knot while you were busy teasing the leaving day lights out of him.

''still want me to beg, baby?'' he laughed at the panic on your face as he yanked you by your arm. slamming you down on the bed. he pinned both of your hands above your head and tied you with the same rope you used on him. ''yeah? do i still need to beg, princess? beg for you to suck my cock? do i?'' he taunted. a smug grin plastered on his handsome face.

needless to say...he quite quickly had you regretting ever playing around with him in the first place.

you cried and squirmed. jerking your hips away from him only for him to pull you back by the hips. ''keep doing that and i might not let you cum at all tonight.'' he said sternly, slapping your thigh to somehow make you behave. all you could do was just sit still and take it. you had lose count of how many times you had been edged. your mind clouding with the need to get rid of the uncomfortable arche.

''p-please-! i- i am sorry!! i- a-ah...let me cummm...p-please i am s-so sorry...'' you sobbed. begging him pitifully.

''aw...my poor baby wants to cum so badly, doesnt she?'' he cooed. stroking your cheek tenderly while his thumb brushed away tears.

you nodded dumbly in respond.

''...'m sorry baby, your gonna have to prove to me you deserve to cum.''

you frowned, pouting sadly before a yelp left your lips when he pressed the vibrator to your clit again.

''its no use pouting, baby. dont try to use your cute little face to get your way.'' he chuckled. biting his lip when his eyes landed on your pussy again. so fucking drenched. soaking the sheets and yet you havent even came once yet. he cant help but let out a dreamy sigh at the sight. fingers prodding at your hole before slipping in with ease. they slip in so nicely. ''..god you take my fingers so well.'' he groaned.

and truthfully he is rock hard. has been since your little teasing session. it was only a matter of time before he gave in. the only reason he has been able to have some self control for this long without drilling you full of his cock was because he gets off on seeing you cry and beg. he loves it. the wracked state your in and the how vulnerable you look. the way your pussy is just begging to have his cock inside. and so is your mouth, letting out pleas after pleas to just let you cum. you even tried tempting him to fuck you full of his cock. sly little thing. it almost worked. almost. if he hadnt slapped your ass and threatened to not let you cum at all you probably would have been able to get him to fuck your tight little hole. but now....now he wasnt sure how much longer he can hold on and not just fuck you dumb.

''how about this, you gimme a kiss, and if your able to kiss me back properly while i stuff this pussy full of my fingers...then i'll let you cum. how's that sound? hell i would even give you cock. yeah? you want my cock, baby? mhm...sweet little thing..such a mess right right now..need to be full of my cock so badly, huh?''

he chuckled seeing you desperately reach to kiss him. your just soooooo adorable.

his lips were soon on yours and oh you were winning straight into his mouth. trying so desperately to keep kissing him without your mouth hanging open to moan loudly from how good his fingers were hitting your insides.

the kiss was messy. his tongue finding its way into your mouth and tangling with yours. small groans slipping from his lips as he kissed you like a starved man.

the kiss was messy with your mouth latching onto his yet you couldnt help how distracted you were by his fingers toying with your cunt. his thumb rubbed at your clit as two of his long, thick fingers drilled into.

and it turns out kissing was proving to be a little difficult with how good his fingers were making you feel.

but even if you werent able to kiss him back properly, he wouldnt hold it against you. he cant hold it against you. hell, he would be lucky if he could even think about anything other then the feel of your tight, warm walls squeezing his fingers and the twitch of his cock at the thought of replacing his fingers with his dick.

''h-hah...you wanna cum baby? you wanna cum, right?'' he spoke in between pants. breathing heavy as he held direct eye contact with you. his eyes heavy with desire.

he smirked smugly when you nodded your head over and over, mumbling out a breathy ''yes''.

''..yeah? of course you do.'' the words left his mouth as his palm came to lay flat against your cunt, slapping it. you yelped and he only snickered at your reaction. ''..dirty, dirty little girl...look how messy you're down here..its beautiful.''

his eyes were fixated on your wetness that made not only a mess on the sheets but also his hand.

without a word he brought his hand to your lips, poking at your bottom lip as he urged you to open your mouth.

''c'mon princess, you know what you have to do...open that pretty little mouth and suck.''

you didnt have to be told twice. already parting your lips open to take his pointer finger into your mouth. you took it in inch my inch, and he didnt rush you. just letting you take your time with it. but by the sight of something so erotic...his not sure how much longer he would last. his already at his limit. and you just had to look up at him like that while he had his fingers in your mouth, sucking them so, so gently as your tongue swirled around the digit. and he wasnt even thinking before shoving another into your mouth. and you welcomed it gladly.

''...d-addy..please f--uck me...'' your voice came out muffled by the fingers that stuffed your mouth. but he heard you nonetheless.

''...damnit.'' he mumbled under his breath, his jaw clenched as he finally deemed he really cant hold back anymore. he needs to fuck you. right. now.

he was quick to slip his fingers out of your mouth just as quick he was with shoving them in. both his hands now gripped your hip in a way that was sure to leave bruises.

his hand slipped down from your hips to your thighs, his strong arms pushing them back to your chest. he leaned over you, bring his mouth to your wrist and ripping of the thin silk ropes. he pulled the ropes off of your wrists with his teeth before spiting it out on the ground.

it wasnt necessary to have you tied. not anymore when his cock alone is going to leave you senseless. not to mention he loved it when you left your scratch marks on his back.

''gonna fuck you hard now baby, hold on tight, kay?''

GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, GETO SUGURU, shoei barou, reo mikage, JINGO RAICHI, ryusei shido, OLIVER AIKU,MICHEAL KAISER, kei tsukishima, tobio kageyama, TETSURO KUROO, TURO OIKAWA, YUJI TERUSHIMA, ATSUMU MIYA

[princessbrunette]

ok but what u just said abt reader doing the maddy thing… with rafe walking in on her… and he’s like wtf and she’s like i just wanted to be perfect for u… are we having the same vision rn

YEP I WAS WAITIN FOR SOMEONE TO SAY IT !!

he lets himself in, knowing your home alone and honestly he wasn’t even gonna try and get w you tonight, he just wanted to see you because he was tired and everyone at home was pissing him off !!

and he gets closer to your room and hears you moaning ?? he just freezes on the spot with a confused expression because who the fuck… you don’t even know how to touch yourself properly so it’s surely not that. he comes closer, and starts to hear the sounds of porn coming through a screen and now he’s really just confused. a day ago you didn’t even know what ‘squirting’ meant and now you’re a regular on the hub? it’s not making sense.

so he just opens the door, like — rafe doesn’t have time for games and he’s not gonna sneak around and try and figure it out by himself. the sight he walks in on is you, cheek pressed to the mattress, ass up in the air in your little pyjama shorts, a fake and forced moan leaving your throat, craning your neck round just a little so you can see your screen.

it takes you a moment to process rafe catching you, just as soon as you do you’re up and slamming your laptop shut, covering your face with a horrified “oh my gosh! rafe!”

“the fuck are you doing?” he glances at your laptop, squinting in confusion.

“ugh… nothing, it’s — it wasn’t what you think.” you sulk, bringing your knees to your chest mortified.

“i don’t care about you watching porn, but why were you pretending to… fuck?” he’s still standing, knuckling at the bridge of his nose.

you look down at your hands on your lap, twisting your fingers around eachother in embarrassment. “i just wanted to be… perfect for you. when we do stuff.” you admit, quietly, refusing to look up. he holds his hand up, closing his eyes for a moment before walking right up to the foot of your bed.

“look— you—” he sighs, plucking up your laptop with one hand. “this— this isn’t gonna help you. m’not expecting you to do all that crazy shit.” he places the laptop aside, sitting down and staring at you for a moment. “i wanna make you feel good, not expecting you to do trickshots or some shit.”

“yeaaah, but… i want you to think im sexy. i don’t know how to be… that.” you nod towards the laptop and he quickly shakes his head with his eyes closed.

“no you— are you kidding?” he gently wraps a secure hand round the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he stares you down observantly. “you… are very fuckin’ sexy. okay?” he brings a kiss to your lips, pulling away only slightly to speak again. “i dont… want a pornstar. just want my sweet girl, yeah? i wanna be the one to break you in.” he drawls, a trace of a smirk sitting on his lips as he pulls you back in.

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Could you do the mercs with an s/o who is like- almost comically short?

Oh boy wouldn’t it be a shame if this anon asked me to do a size difference nsfw headcanons one next? Wink wink.

Mercs with an S/O who’s a small menace to society

WARNING: Older bigger men bullying the ever living shit out you. (kinda hot though?)

Scout:

- Scout will not hesitate to make fun of you at every given moment. He’s a decently tall dude so he’ll manhandle you a lot. Holding you in his arms like a personal teddy bear. Overall walking around with you in his arms.

- You bite his arms when you’re bored and he flinches and goes “Ow! What are you? A fuckin’ goblin?!” (Doesn’t he know? The smaller you are, the closer you are to hell.)

- “I could probably slug you into the stratosphere y’know.” He says. You don’t want to test that theory.

- When he’s upset he’ll pick you up, go into his quarters and lay there with you in his arms. Just like the aforementioned teddy bear analogy. If you’re screeching and biting like a fucked up chihuahua that doesn’t deter him.

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Soldier:

- Keeps giving you petnames like “Boot.” “Little one.” “Rat bastard.” (Ignore that last one.) and cheesy shit like that. Treats you how a rich middle aged white woman would treat her teacup pig. You’re being strapped to his back in a baby carrier while he rocket jumps.

- Gets incredibly rough with you on purpose. He likes seeing your squeaks and angry reactions. This guy definitely has a height difference thing. Throws you at enemy lines at like mach 20 knowing full well you’ll shred them like a fucking gremlin. Or stuffs you into his rocket launcher. Pick your evil.

- Lies about you being younger in order to pay less in restaurants. He somehow gets away with this 90 percent of the time. Spy is kind of envious that he didn’t even think of that.

- “NO! WAIT! DONT SHOOT! HANGFIRE! CHILD ON BATTLEFIELD!” He raises you above his head. You’re unbelievably pissed. You’re a grown ass adult. But the enemy lines somehow hesitate which abides him time to blow everyone up. He has no reason to be this smart about your height.

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Demoman:

- The first time he saw you he burst out laughing. Really hard. Like nearly fell over and shit. He couldn’t stop laughing like actually. It took him days to even approach you properly and finally call you adorable.

- Picks you up when you can’t reach something off the top shelf and instead of helping you get it, he just sits you atop the shelf and leaves you there. They have to call either Heavy or Sniper in order to get you down.

- You take advantage of your height and perch on his shoulders like a parrot. The other mercs don’t understand why Demoman has a pet gremlin.

- “Er’ is my crotch goblin Y/N. They’re gonna bite your dick off if ye cap this point lad!” You can’t say you disagree with that.

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Engineer:

- A romantic partner whose tinier than him? Sign him the fuck up. Cradles you like a baby and kisses your head. Bounces you on his lap to soothe you. Expect a lot of sitting outside on the rocking chair at night while he rocks you in a blanket.

- You make grabby hands to him for uppies and he feels like he’s not allowed to say no. “Aww, sugarplum…” He cooes, setting down whatever he was working on and lifting you up into his arms. He might tickle your tummy if you’re fine with that :)

- Picks you up by the scruff of your uniform like a mother cat when you’re misbehaving. He will stare in amusement if you struggle.

- “Careful outside on the Badlands, darlin.. Never know when one of ‘em damn condors might be circling you.” You can’t decide if you want to kiss this man or kill him.

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Heavy:

- You’re literally so small he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or something. Always has to wiggle his way around you in the base corridors and mutter what you assume to be an apology in Russian. What you don’t know is that he’s actually cursing out the Administrator for hiring such a tiny Merc. What if you get squashed by falling debris or something?

- HE PICKS YOU UP WITH ONE HAND. YOU ARE IN HIS FUCKING FIST. YOU ARE BEING HELD LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE.

- Treats you like a fucking stress ball. scoops you up in his hands and squishes your cheeks. Lays you on his lap like a small kitten belly up. No amount of biting or awful demon noises will ever convince him to do otherwise. Chuckles lovingly at your tiny anger. “Little, little, little. Tiny like the ant.” He baby talks you.

- Due to your height it’s impossible to bother him. Unlike the others. You can gnaw at his ankles and scratch at his chest but he remains unmoved like a large boulder. Threatens to splat you against the wall like one of those rubber toys and turn you into a pancake.

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Pyro:

- In his point of view you’re actually terrifying. He doesn’t know why. But you stand out from the rest in their beloved Pyroland. You’re a creature from the primordial depths of hell that has come to eat their soul. You’re uncanny as shit.

- When they meet you for the first time it takes for godamn ever for the Mercs to finally figure out why Pyro was behaving so erratically and out of character. Engineer finally convinces poor Pyro to speak to you and it doesn’t end up in vain. You’re actually a pleasant scary monster.

- Spies don’t scare them. Pyro can kill spies with no effort. But you? Holy shit. Sometimes he doesn’t hear you come up behind them and this usually leads to Pyro spontaneously crying because you startled them. (Your team’s Spy is VERY envious of this.)

- You think this is great! You decide to play a prank on them by crawling on all fours down the dark hallway. Pyro looks like a deer in headlights. All tensed up like a cat attempting to look bigger. Two seconds later the entire base is on fire. You have to explain yourself to the other Mercs how this happened and it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever you kill someone on the battlefield it’s horrific shrieking mixed in with fleshy eating sounds.

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Sniper:

- Calls you stuff like “Baby bear.” Mostly because he purposely holds you like a mama koala in his camper van’s bed and in the sniper nests. You cling to his lap and listen to his heartbeat while he scopes out the window.

- Same as scout to some extent. Carries you around wherever he goes and holds you like a plush doll. “Easy there on the lil’ daggers, mate.” You keep digging into his skin to hold steady.

- Growls at you when you bite him. Something about you both is evil and animalistic. Bites you back on your “scruff” when you bother him too much. He wants to shake you around in his teeth like a fucking chewtoy but he knows full well that might accidentally kill you. Has straight up cute aggression around you.

- Sniper your furry is showing. Helen, get yo fuckin dog bitch.

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Medic:

- “Well it seems you stopped growing at a certain age. That typically is due to genetics and other factors.” He says after looking at X-rays of your finger bones. Tracing his finger over the image of your growth plates as he squints to see better. He fixes his glasses back up on his nose and scratches his chin.

- He gives you a mischievous side smile. It’s unsettling. He secretly finds the size difference incredibly attractive. He tells you to take the lead vest off and waves his hand dismissively when you question his creepy expression. “What?! It is just my usual smile. I always look like this.”

- You’re not convinced. You take the vest off and straighten your team uniform a bit to get yourself situated. Without warning he grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave. “Ah-ba-ba-ba! I didn’t say you could go yet.” He pulls you against his chest. Forcibly. His natural heat was causing your heart beat out of your chest. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. Cupping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t move.

- The way you were (in theory) powerless was exhilarating for him. He placed his free hand on your chest and marveled in your heartbeat. Really? That’s all he wanted? Medic let out a long pleasured sigh. “Oh, that’s gooood.” He feels like he could potentially hold your tiny heart in a cute little decorated specimen jar but that would kill you, sadly. Can’t have that.

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Spy:

- Has unimaginable amounts of trauma from his father figure and you help him cope with said trauma a lot by being small. He deeply regrets passing by the chance of raising Scout. That in-and-itself was also a traumatic experience for him. Whenever it isn’t romantic lovey dovey adult time you lay in his arms and he looks over your adorable small body with adoration in his eyes.

- He rubs your small cheek and although he’s still frowning like always — you know full well this man is losing his mind on the inside. This was oddly healing for him. He felt butterflies in his chest as he gave you the love that his family never gave him. Jesus christ, somebody get this man a silicone baby or some shit. And a therapist. Mostly a therapist.

- He has no idea how to baby you to be honest. No fucking clue and he isn’t great at this. He does what he’s seen people do before in public. Wrap you in a blanket and pats your back. He says nothing as he does this. “There’s a scared little boy behind that mask isn’t there?” You ask him lovingly.

- He avoids eye contact after you say that. Looking away shamefully. His mouth twitches. You put your head under his chin contently.

- He stalks you and monitors you on the battlefield. Ready to stab the ever living crap out of anyone who overpowers you. In a particularly rough situation with an enemy heavy he risks his own life to backstab the opponent. You batter him for being too bold and exclaim that he could’ve killed himself. But Spy side eyes you, fixing his tie and cloaking away. He was secretly proud of himself that he had finally managed to protect somebody smaller than him. To make up for all the times he wasn’t there for Scout.

[sweet-art-o-mine]

HI POOKS EBTUI5JEVTJWGUESN

Is it okay to request some Yuuji x chubby reader ff? I dont really mind if it's smut or fluff, but it would br nice if it's both! TANKEW KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK MWAH

[[I’m so sorry this is like a billion years (9 months oops—) late. I got sad again, gang. Also started college again, and got super busy. I’m writing this like a fever dream at 3am, so I hope you can forgive any mistakes, or ooc moments. This idea was surprisingly difficult because I didn’t want to make it seem like size was an issue for the characters, and I don’t usually include body size indicators when I write haha but I really did try. I hope you can enjoy this little drabble of Yuuji being a total sap for his pretty gf while I get my writing mojo back! - Ami]]

Loverboy (Yuuji Itadori/Reader)

Summary: Yuuji loves his pretty girlfriend…maybe a little too much? Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: NSFW (slightly), slight implied affectionate obsession

There was something about the plush thick of your thighs that practically had Yuuji salivating. His hands run the expanse of your soft tummy, cuddled up to your side like he was glued to you, but his eyes focus in on the little glimpses he catches of your legs under your shorts.

His teeth sink into the skin of his bottom lip, wishing he was brave enough to try and pull you impossibly closer - to grip you by the dip in your thighs and slot himself between your legs for the comfiest cuddle in the world.

The thought of your weight pressing down on him sounded so comforting, and the idea of your soft skin against his own could send him into orbit. If he thought about it for too long, he worried he wouldn’t be able to keep himself under control.

He swallows thickly after another failed attempt to rip his attention away from your bottom half, completely unsuccessful at paying attention to the movie you picked out. I mean, honestly, how could you expect him to watch some silly drama when your cute ass was literally right there? Looking at you was way more interesting than any movie.

He still couldn’t believe you had agreed to that first date with him almost six months ago. He had almost fallen down a flight of stairs chasing after you just to beg for your number. He would’ve groveled at your feet for a chance, honestly. He balked when you turned him down at first - if you looked closely enough, you could probably see his heart shattering into a million pieces - but his invitation to the tiny, family-owned movie theater in the next town over wasn’t the most comfortable date idea.

As much as you liked the idea of getting to know the guy who nearly cried when the words, “sorry, but…” left your pretty lips, the theater chairs were too small and dug into the flesh of your thighs, or the arm rests pressed against your sides in a way that had you constantly shifting to at least feel a little less squished.

Thankfully he seemed to catch on pretty quickly, because he almost instantly suggested coffee instead (after pulling himself together). To which, you agreed.

And nearly half a year later, Yuuji was still obsessed with you; the curve of your hips, the softness of your tummy, and the squish of your thighs. God, you were perfect.

He slides his arms a little further around your waist, pulling you closer with practiced ease, like you weighed nothing. He presses a kiss to the space between your shoulder blades, unable to properly put his feelings into words, even now. But that was okay, he had always been particularly good at showing it.

“Hm?” You hum to get his attention, eyes never leaving the TV screen as you question his sudden display of affection. The only answer you get is another kiss to the round of your shoulder, and you turn your head to glance back at him, letting your curiosity get the better of you. “Yuuji?”

“Sorry,” He mumbles against your skin, pressing a few other quick kisses to your back and shoulder - daring enough to briefly kiss the back of your neck. His bouts of sudden affection were something you were no stranger to, but your eyes meet his without hesitation, and you pause briefly and the way his pupils are blown wide with adoration as he looks at you.

“Are you okay?” You can’t help but ask, like you can’t believe he’s looking at you with that much love in his eyes. No one had ever looked at you like that before Yuuji. Somehow, he made you feel so unbelievably loved, and you weren’t sure you did anything in particular to deserve that.

Of course, to him, you didn’t have to. “Fine,” he answers, shifting behind you just enough to lift his upper half, leaning over your side to kiss at your cheeks, slowly gravitating lower until he reaches the corner of your lips. “You look so pretty…”

“I’m just wearing shorts and a tee-shirt,” you giggle softly, turning your head until your lips meet his in a chaste kiss. “Nothing special,” you muse. He doesn’t seem to care that it’s ’not special’. Just the fact that you’re his girlfriend is special enough to make him feel like he was going crazy.

The way your eyes soften as you look at him, and your pretty lips pull into a smile, paired with your slightly-exposed-but-far-too-tempting skin does something to his brain. He felt like he was melting, every breath leaving him pliant in your hands. A willing victim to your killing beauty.

His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and his blood seems to be rushing lower before he even notices. For some reason, his brain briefly conjures the image of the first time he really kissed you and tortures him with the reminder of how he finished in his pants just from the feeling of making out with you.

He tries to subtly shift his hips away from you, not wanting you to notice the quickly growing arousal in his shorts, but you knew him too well, and a playful smile creeps up on your pretty features.

“You know...you don’t seem fine,” you hum, quickly glancing him over as heat saturates his reddened cheeks. His hormones always seemed to get the best of him when he was so close to you - constantly at war with wanting to be so close to you it would be nearly impossible to separate, and the fact that if he dared to get to close, he’d be playing peek-a-boo with his erections.

“Totally fine,” he replies, attempting to sound cool and collected as he rips his gaze away from you to stare aimlessly at the TV. The TV he was very obviously not paying any attention to despite gazing straight at it like he was paid to do so.

“Feeling hot?” You try to suppress a little laugh, obviously finding his surprisingly innocent reactions adorable. You shift on the couch to face him before sitting up, straddling his legs in a way that instantly has his eyes wide and mouth open.

He almost protests - you shouldn’t be on top of him like that, you obviously look too good! What if his brain turns to jelly because of you? What will he do if Gojo-sensei and the others make fun of him for getting even dumber?

He can feel his heart racing, brain imagining a mile a minute; your flushed, ecstasy-filled face, his cock pressed deep into you. He can almost imagine what your voice would sound like as you climaxed when the touch of your hand dancing around the waistband of his pants snaps him out of his daydreams.

“Wha—? Wait!” He almost whimpers, face hot as he watches you slip your hand under his shirt, lightly tracing the definition of his abdomen before drawing closer to the start of his happy trail poking out of his shorts. “Oh, God,” his breath hitches in his throat as he looks at you, and he’s practically twitching in his pants with anticipation for what you might do next. He could feel the growing dampness in his underwear. “Are you sure…?”

His whole body twitches under your touch as you slip your hand into his shorts. “Let me make your dreams come true?”

[mcbeetlebeeb]

I'm currently getting into a fandom that isn't homestuck, but I can't turn down a request :3

these will still be headcannons and- uhrm- yea

Gamzee Makara

He is, talking about some mystical shit dude

I think hed appreciate someone who just listens too him blabber

don't ask me why but he'd like to naw on you

not full fledged biting a chunk out of you

I think he's too aware of how sharp his teeth are to go biting down that hard, but yknow

nipping at you gently, but not before he was smothering you in sloppy clown kisses

this is real specific but I think hed have the type of eyes that you can't seem to keep eye contact with

he's just so much taller and just has this lopsided shiteating grin, that shows most of his sharp ass teeth

I'd like to think his eyes are always that half lidded gaze, especially when it's at you

but no intent behind the looks he gives, fuck- probably no thoughts either

lights on no one home

don't get me wrong, he's not dumb,

in the simplest sense hes a big ol airhead

yknow a dingbat, a bit of a scatterbrain

but he's not like- vegetable for a brain dumb as hell

and thats another thing, it's definitely really convincing to probably think that he's yknow, not all there

but it throws you off gaurd x2 when he'd get all close and murmur and mumble certain things too you

he looked like he had a maximum of 3 thoughts floating around in his brain

but here he is, mumbling in a low almost gravely tone, right by your ear

I love to think he's one of those tall people to rest his arm playfully on your head if your shorter, which you most likely are-

can't recall if I mentioned the last time sense I have a rubber ducky keeping track of my memory

but I think hed be cold all the time

not like, bothersomely fridged

but enough to make you shiver and squirm if he were to press his hand to your skin, noticeable enough for you to verbally go "Damn-"

also!! I think hed be a huge sucker for you just holding his face with your hands, letting him relax against you, eyes shut

still grinning a bit and letting that low rumbling purr come from him

and this also means playing with his hair,

pet him damn it he demands it

no, not really more like laying and being in your space, following you round until you pay attention properly too him

sense most trolls can't- yknow- go out in the middle of the day because of their intense asf sun, trolls are nocturnal

so like if you ever took a photo with him with flash his eyes would do that reflective thing that cats have

or for another example, yknow how in the dark the first thing you spot about your black cat is its eyes?

yeah that

like I said in the other headcannon thingy, he's just always lurking and looming, he likes knowing what your doing even if he's not involved

and this comes with him trailing around you like a dog that sees you have food and knows you'll give it too them at some point

wether it be from afar or close, don't assume he's not close by, him being a purple blood im sure he's well aware of how violent trolls can be,

but with you around! oh he can't let you wonder off too far- Alternia's atmosphere is dangerous and the fauna is even more dangerous-

so don't expect to go very far without him trailing behind you

but he'd understand if you explained too him you wanted time too yourself or with somebody else one on one

I dont think hed be a jealous person, maybe a lil possessive! but he's not overbearing with it

he just wants you safe and content, and he wants you too feel that way around him

have a song I think fits his uh? vibe towards? significant other? because 🎉

Dave Strider

mm have I said he's a genuinely a big goof?

but I think that'd be something someone gets right off the bat

maybe

if you can pick up on someone trailing off on tangents of meaningless words that can go on and on without someone actually ever responding

than it's pretty visable

I think itd be pretty adorable though (I know I'm gay, whatever)

like if he were to start talking about something, anything, and you gave a simple short response, he's gonna take that and run with it

especially if he likes you

I think hed definitely be one too stare

but how could you tell? he's always wearing those shades

probably a good reason why he wears them other than ironic purposes

so no one sees what or where or in this case who he's lookin at

constantly staring though, wether it's you having a conversation with you or, you doing something random he's just watching

no actual thoughts id like to say

just observing

watching you be you, do your own natural thing, picking up on the way you talk or gesture at stuff

I cannot urge this enough but I still firmly believe physical touch would be a very special thing too him

it's not impossible or looked down upon too be able to hold his hand or lean against him

but he'd be mentally noting each touch, each expression you make, listening intently too your tone, hoping your doing the same

but with these actions he'd be straight faced as always, but he can feel his hands tremble ever so slightly, he recognizes his heart beat picking up

unfamiliar with these feelings with how they're being presented yknow?

most times he ever feels this way he's in danger

but he knows he couldn't be safer right now, like he wants to believe that, it's not hard for him to believe it

but his body is just hardwired to tense up, clench his jaw and steady the shakey breathing

but being patient and respectful would melt those feelings away really easy I'd like too think

just sitting there and slowly showing affection, brushing thumbs against his knuckles, tracing over fingers

you focus on his hand, flipping it over and thumbing at his vaguely sweaty palm, hand still shaking faintly in your gentle grasp

he'd just stare at you, in disbelief and adoration, and realization that he doesnt need to be poker faced round you

that he doesnt need to put up a front to protect himself, the squishy parts of him he learned to shove away to get along with life

a big sigh of relief to say the least,

but once he realizes he doesn't need to be someone else for you, he can just be him, no expectations or demands, he can rely on someone else for once

you ain't ever gettin rid of him after that, he's not clingy but he's no longer keeping you at arms length, not now, not ever again

AND HE GETS MUSIC THING because he is my favorite right next too the crab man <3

author note: I feel this sucked a big booty buttload but I was already half way done with it when I dubbed it that, so have this anyway!!!

[justmeinatree]

I’m Not Ever Going Back

Summary : Part 3 to Step Into The Light … you get your wish.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut

Word Count : 1k

harry groans at your confession, his head tipped back against the couch. as he feels you trying to work his briefs down, he raises his hips, shimmying, his cock finally freed, briefs discarded on the floor.

you bite your lip, your eyes level with his cock, as you’re on your knees, on the ground, between his legs. your hand reaches out, fingertips gliding up and down his shaft. it was so velvety smooth, you were absolutely entranced. 

harry was losing his mind, the featherlight touches were somehow making him impossibly harder, his cock aching almost painfully.

your tongue pokes out, lapping up against his balls, not ready to give him the touches he’s been longing. you were desperate to see what you could do to him. you wanted him to beg, just like he did to you.

you tap his inner thigh, looking up at him through your lashes, “put your foot on the couch.”

harry obliges, not thinking twice, giving himself entirely to you. fuck, he doesn’t remember ever being so horny. spending an entire day being teased and touched, he wasn’t sure how much else he could take.

with harry’s foot now perched on the edge of the couch, his hips right on the edge, you had the most perfect angle to do what you loved most.

your mouth works its way down, from his balls to the soft smooth expanse of his taint, in sucking kisses.

harry’s body trembles as your lips connect with the sensitive spot, a loud moan ripping through his chest, “fuck, that’s so good. do it again.”

so you keep sucking, nipping, licking, anything you can think of to turn him into a withering mess, while completely avoiding his puckering hole. you notice it twitching every time your spit leaks down, harry’s legs shaking, his hands in tight fists against the couch.

you lap up at him, loving the noises you’re pulling out of him. all of the whines, whimpers, breathy pleas for more, more, more.

with time, you let your tongue catch on the rim of his hole, harry’s entire body jolting, hands gripping into your hair tightly, eliciting a groan from you.

“fuck, fuck, i need more. need more, please,” he whines, hips bucking towards your mouth, searching for that feeling again.

you decide to give into him, tongue swirling around his tight ring, muscles spasming uncontrollably. you make sure to get him nice and wet, his moans getting louder and needier.

your tongue pokes out, slipping past his spit drenched hole, licking at his insides. 

harry’s chest is raising rapidly with every deep breath he works into his lungs. his grip into your hair has tightened significantly, stomach muscles twitching with every pass of your tongue over his inner walls.

“christ, poppet, s’so good. fuck,” he groans particularly loudly as your tongue collides with his sweet spot. “m’all yours pretty girl, do what you want with me.”

you hum against him, pulling your mouth away momentarily, replacing it with your thumb, gently massaging his hole. 

harry wines in protest, making a small giggle leave your lips, “dont be greedy. just wanna watch for a minute.”

and so you do. with the angle of your face buried in his ass, you couldn’t take in how beautiful he was while he was falling apart. 

his white tshirt is stuck to his torso, sticky with sweat. his hair is completely disheveled from the thrashing of his head. his arms and legs trembling in ecstasy. his cock was standing tall, angry red, feeling completely neglected. he looked properly fucked out. properly fucked out from just your tongue. you can’t imagine how fucking beautiful he’d look if you were giving him more.

“you’re so pretty, harry,” you whisper, before your brain had time to catch up. and although it was the truth, you weren’t quite sure you wanted him to know that right now.

you watch his reaction to your praise, his entire body rolling up as he bites his lip, “you make me feel so good, poppet.”

you dip down, your mouth working over his now abused rim, one hand reaching out to give some much needed attention to his cock, stroking it in a loose fist.

the whimpery, breathy moan that he let out was probably enough to make you cum again. he was so blissfully pornographic sounding. you weren’t sure why you’d expect any less from him.

you tighten your grip on harry’s prick, your tongue reaching that sensitive spot inside him again. he’s cumming instantly, without any warning, hot ribbons of spunk are shooting out of him, landing on your hand and his stomach.

you work him through it, milking him until not a drop is left inside, harry shuddering a bit from overstimulation, his grip on your hair pulling you away from him.

you work your way up his body, licking up the remnants of his orgasm on the way, cleaning his skin up completely, moaning at the taste of him.

harry watches you in awe, scooping up his cum with your tongue, eating every bit, happily. 

you keep the last bit on your tongue as you reach harry’s mouth, slipping your tongue through his lips, depositing his spunk in his mouth, kissing him hard.

harry groans at his taste, mumbling against your lips, “fuckin dirty girl, aren’t you ?”

you whimper, nodding, biting into his lip as a loud knock can be heard at the door, both of you stopping cold, hearing the voice bellowing through, “if you’re about done harry, it’s time to go.”

……

Masterlist

tags : @illyanam1011 @marvelsbitchh @gem1712 @amateurduck @its-murphy-time @rueluvsharry @buckybarnessimpp @lexiecamposv

[sugar-omi]

Dilf!Cove spicy headcanons… crumbs for the masses please… 👀

HELP I SPIRALED THIS IS SO LONG.... THIS AINT CRUMBS ITS LITERALLY A WHOLE MEAL

but no bc why did this actually get outta hand.... um. anyway.... may or may not fix the format bc there's a lot going on but.. enjoy :)

tags : NSFW, DILF!cove, headcanons, multiple choice dialogue, dilf!cove is just frisky okay you just gotta read it, bit of bottom/switch cove, lots of service top cove

synopsis : nsfw dilf!cove headcanons

big. big man. big, beefy, squishy, thicc man with PROMINENT VEINS IN HIS (BIG) HANDS and he KNOWS ITS HOT and he ABUSES IT BC HE KNOWS YOU LOVE IT

constantly grabbing you, rubbing your thigh and back and shoulder...

can't drive properly unless he has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his

don't be afraid to smack his hand away, because thats how you end up giving truck drivers a show on the highway bc your nasty ass husband is fingering you or jerking you off until you're sloppy

like i think a few truckers know you by now....

he's so bad for yalls reputation</3

also you can't pay him enough to button his shirt up all the way.

minimum 3 buttons undone.

usually has 4-5 buttons undone and when he bends over you can see his (pierced) nipples and all the bite marks n hickeys you left behind last night

sleeps in less and less clothes

remember how someone (on twt i think? maybe it wasn an anon tho) said smth about why does cove wear long pants n shirt when he doesnt like layers?

well he had that epiphany too

and at first it was pants and tank top, or long sleeves n shorts

then tank and shorts... then just his boxers....

but now, he'll sleep full on naked

ofc if you're uncomfortable with it, he won't.

but who doesn't want their sexy husband to sleep naked?

it leads to interesting mornings too..

cove's hard length pressed up against you because he can't sleep without holding or being close to you

and for weeks, the morning starts with lazy hand-jobs, frisky blow-jobs (especially when he's sleeping, something you surprised him with when he said he dreamed about that yesterday)

and then it ended up with you or him on top of the other, your/his hips never too far away and you're lazily kissing..

or cove cuddling you in the morning, and you slip him inside you or he slips between your thighs.. cove loves it when you do that, pushing your ass back on him and he can just hold you while you fuck yourself on his cock

loves to take you on vacation or lil getaways

you're kids are grown and you're empty nesters, even if theyre still at home for college, they dont necessarily need you now

so if cove takes you away on a beach vacation, surprising you with a boat for a week. thats great!!!

and you promise to send your family pictures, but please be careful...

because that picture of the view through the window? you can see your naked husband in the reflection

that picture of you laying in bed with breakfast? you can see his soft cock laying on his thigh...

besides those photos, maybe think twice before sending the 'safe' ones or prepare for comments telling you to get a room (or your kids sending sick emojis or something bc cove is being touchy in the photo)

bc cove is either grabbing your butt, chest, his face in your neck, and/or he has you on his lap, and you can basically see the nasty thoughts in his head or his look of satisfaction or his hand is (once again) in a dangerous spot...

everyone jokes abt you 2 having the time of your lives over there, especially away from the kids

kid: please leave the sexual tension at the door BEFORE YOU GET HOME!!!! ✋️✋️

which they'd be right abt, because that selfie of you guys using the mini-bar in the backyard?

cove bends you over the mini-bar and sucks you off / eats you out until you complain abt the surface hurting your back and then he picks you up and brings you inside

that selfie of the two of you or one of you in the infinity pool, both of yall in your cute new swimsuits you bought for this trip, having a drink?

after that picture, cove has you leaning back on your elbows, the water splashing and clapping between you as he fucks you

or you'll be trying to take a selfie and he swims up behind you, and fucks you from behind.. your body squished between his body and the wet tile as he tells you how good you look in that swimsuit...

yeah definitely fucks you in the pool or hot tub several times.

while sitting in the hot tub, he has you in his lap and he's thrusting up into you, your arms wrapped around him and he's sucking on your chest

that picture of you guys in your formal wear, about to go to dinner?

you were so late that your table almost got given away, all because cove begged you to let him give you head after you got ready and dolled up

and you aren't even gonna mention how he stopped in the middle of getting ready himself to fuck you over the bathroom counter after you got out the shower

yeah, everyone sees you guys absolutely glowing when you come back, and there's definitely a mark or two on each of you that isn't hidden

mmm this is why I can see cove buying a boat

sometimes you can't afford to take a whole trip abroad or outta state

so why not spend the day on the boat, and maybe.. just maybe... you can sunbathe, sip mimosas, let cove give you head.... sounds like a great time <33

omfg surprises you with lingerie

buys himself something risque and lays out a trail of petals to the bedroom from the front door, and there he is, on a fluffy bed with more petals, laid/sat up all pretty

surprises you with toys too

even if its more of a gift to him, it benefits you <3

who wouldn't wanna pleasure their stressed husband after a long week, using whatever vibe, dildo, plug, or fleshlight that he picked out for you to use on him

even begs you to fuck / peg him, he really just wants you to take care of him

or if you let him, he'll fuck himself on your cock (or your mouth) until he feels better

also does it for you

buys you cute lil toys to use on you alongside his mouth or cock

no matter what, loves to pleasure you, especially with his own body

constantly using his mouth or fingers on you, he lives for it

also buys you lingerie if you'd like it

but mainly buys you clothes. be it formal, casual, or whatever

likes to dress you up period, especially for dates

ofc there's always a surprise in there :)

which always leads to you rushing home or sneaking into the bathroom at the restaurant n one of you tugging at the others clothes

omfg nudes and taking pics/videos...

by this point, cove will send you a cheeky nude or video while you're at work just to make you rush home or call him on your lunch break

loves it if he gets to come to your work and you ride him in the parking lot, growling about how dirty he is

if you send him a nude or video while he's at work, fuck he's in pieces

needs you to come fuck him or suck him off, or even let him get you off (he'll definitely jerk off while giving you head)

sometimes he just can't help but wanna take a picture of you and/or him during sex

you just look so pretty; covered in sweat n hickeys (and his cum<3), stuffed with his dick, or your head thrown back from pleasure when he's going down on you.

or his fingers stirring up your insides until all you can hear in the video is your sloppy insides, loud moans, and occasionally cove's dirty talk n babbles about how good you are for him

also wants to commemorate you or him looking pretty in lingerie

poses all pretty for you, shows off his fat ass in his lacy undies... he's just so cute

so not only do you guys have a lovely memory of a spicy anniversary (or random tuesday) night, but you also have material for the spank bank

because when you're away long enough, you can expect a naughty call from cove in the middle of the night

someetimes he sends you a text to please call him, he needs to hear your voice... or you catch him in the middle of reminiscing

he's all breathy and panting, tries to act normal but after the first few times, doesn't even bother trying to pretend his not rutting up into his hand or fucking himself on one of his favorite thick dildos<3

[luna0713hunter]

I’m still not entirely sure how to go about requesting things without sounding demanding

Autumn prompt please with shanks 8, 14 and 15

Thanks

Author's note : oh darling,you can never be demanding!!! I'll be happy to write for you!!!also,sorry this took so long,uni is kicking my ass lmao! Hope you enjoy it ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

"putting blankets on you/them while sleeeping"

"Where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?" "Sorry i ate them." "You don't sound sorry." "Well I'm not."

"Making you wear their jacket when you're too stubborn to dress properly."

Based on this prompt

Shanks x reader

Warnings : so much fluff,like, ALOT,age gap relationship,use of petnames such as 'princess', 'baby girl' and etc

*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧∘˚˳°*.✧

When you let out the second sneeze in the past five minutes,a warm,long coat immediately draps around your shoulders.

Clinging to the only source of warmth,you raise your head and look at your captain with a bashful smile.

"Sorry,Cap."

Shanks only shakes his head and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to his side,and gods above,does it melt your heart.

"Its alright, princess. But i did tell you to dress better."

A light pout tugs at your lips and Shanks' arm tightens around you;you know how weak your captain is for your pouting.

"But i wanted to impress you!"

"Darling," a light kiss presses on your head as you two near the ship,and start to climb the small stairs inside, "you dont need to dress up to impress me. You already did it so effortlessly on day one."

The crew greets the both of you,and you smile with a wave. When Yasopp lets out a loud whistle upon seeing your figure particularly being swallowed by Shanks' coat,you stick your tongue out him while trying to control the blush rising up your cheeks. You push Shanks toward the back to hopefully warm up in his room.

"Yea baby that's what I'm talking about!!"

"We dont even need to tell them to get a room, they're already on it."

"Oh my god, Shut up!"

You cheeks flare and you shut the door behind yourself. You take off Shanks' coat and put it neatly on the hanger near the door. Shanks smiles at you and starts to change out of his slightly damped shirt,when you hurry to his side. You gently help him get into warmer clothes and kiss his stubbled cheek. The scene of his toned body makes your heart beat a little bit faster,but its nothing unusual;ever since he lost his arm,you were always by his side to help him with anything he needed.

And even after so many years,the sight of the lack of his left arm has you blinking back tears.

"Princess," a gentle hand rests on your cold cheek and you nuzzle into it slightly, "you still look cold. Get under the blanket and wait for me."

You nod when he closes the door behind himself;already giving orders to his crewmate for the night.

Feeling restless to relax without him,you make your way toward the kitchen in hopes of making him a hot beverage to help him warm up a little. As you pour the rich and steaming hot chocolate in two mugs for yourselves,you spot the little marshmallows on the counter. You put five in each mug,and make your way back to Shanks' room.

And its not your fault if the marshmallows in his drink vanishes on the way.

When you push open the door,you see Shanks already under the blanket with a tired smile on his face. He reaches out and takes hold of his drink gratefully and waits patiently for you to get into the bed next to him. He presses a soft kiss on your temple and raises the mug to his lips and-

"um, princess?"

You give him an innocent hum and sip your own hot chocolate;the burst of the flavors making you smile harder.

"where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?"

You tilt your head slightly and grin at him.

"sorry."

"you dont sound sorry."

"well, I'm not."

Shanks blinks at you,but suddenly he lowers his head and with one swift movement,bites into one of the marshmallows floating around in your drink.

You immediately move your handa away from him with a squeak and pout at him lightly.

"Shanks!what the hell?!"

"you stole mine first, darling."

You roll your eyes at him and resume drinking your own drink;your captain could become such a child sometimes,and you'll be lying if you said you absolutely didnt adore him.

When the hot liquid warms your insides,the bed suddenly seems too cozy and comfortable,even if the blanket has slide down your shoulders. You dont know when you're eyes have dropped,but when someone takes hold of your mug and gently pulls you down into a strong chest,you go willingly.

The blanket gets pulled up all the way up your body and a comforting arm wraps itself around your waist.

A gentle kiss presses to your forehead and a happy sigh escapes your lips.

"sleep well,my darling."

And you dream of gentle sea,blue skies,and your Captain's happy laughters that night.

[ctrlgojo]

warnings: smut, f!reader, virgin!reader, bimbo!reader, jealousy, manipulation, dub-con recording, dacryphilla, semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), food, masturbation, nobara is gojos kid nd ur bff, gojo is a creepy perv but we love it.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who sees you after so many years and is shocked to see how beautiful you’ve become.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who asks nobara if you have a boyfriend without making anything obvious. “she’s glued to her phone 24/7, i wouldn’t be surprised if she has a boyfriend..” he says with a sly smirk, knowing full well his daughter can’t tell his true intentions behind his words, “oh please y/n’s too innocent to date guys, let alone talk to one.” nobara snorts at her dads silly words, his smile curves upwards even more hearing his daughter expose you.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who always makes you take showers in his bathroom when you come over for sleepovers just so he can “accidentally” walk in on you changing and of course you’re too dumb to even realize it.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who drives you around everywhere because your his “sweet girl” just as much nobara is, of course that’s just an excuse to follow you around everywhere.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who has you on your knees while his daughter is out for a doctors appointment, teaching you how to suck a dick properly since you’re an inexperienced virgin who has never been pleasured properly.

“that’s it.. you’re doin’ so well princess” he praises as you get used to him pushing your head up and down on his dick.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who takes upskirt photos of you, tricking you into the wildest positions and snapping a quick photo while you’re super busy trying to process what’s happening, later scrolling through his album of the photos of you and fucking his fist to them before he goes to bed.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who not only likes to take pictures of you but also videos, he pulls out his phone (sometimes camera if he’s feeling special) and records your pussy gushing all over his cock with your knees pressed all the way to your pretty little head. he laughs at your dumb fucked out face, he wipes your pretty fat tears with his free hand and teases you, “cock got you this dumb baby?”

bestfriendsdad!gojo who fingers you underneath the dinner table while nobara sits right across from you, completely clueless of what’s going on as she rambles on about her day and gives you a funny look when you accidentally let a small moan slip.

bestfriendsdad!gojo that fucks you from behind while on the phone with nobara as he sticks his slender fingers in your mouth to silence you and the way you tighten around him doesn’t go unnoticed. “yeah.. fuck.. im just working out right now i’ll call you back later, dont forget to eat lunch..” he innocently reminds her while he’s busy with your pussy, nobara assures him that she will eat. after the call ends he throws his phone to side and thrusts into you at an insane pace making you squeal in pleasure, “squeezin’ around me so tight while your friend is on the phone, you really are nasty princess..”

bestfriendsdad!gojo who steals your panties from your bag whenever you come over for sleepovers, your dumbness only turning him on more as you dig in your bag to find the pair of panties you had swore you brought.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who has you stupidly sneaking into his room during sleepovers cus you can’t get enough of his fat pretty cock.

bestfriendsdad!gojo who kisses you goodbye and smacks your ass before he drops you off home and smirks at your flushed face when you leave the car.

“you’re always welcome over sweetheart..”

[just-some-random-blogger]

*pulls up into this drive thru* a morpheus x reader smut to go please! newly crowned queen of the dreaming is so close to going crazy for how INSANELY GENTLE Morpheus can be so she lowkey asks him to smack her ass like once, maybe twice, or like ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵐᵉˣʸ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ, pssh i dont know, possibly overstim them both aha ᵐᵘˡᵗᶦᵖˡᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢˀˀˀˀˀ thank you!! *drives to the next window*

As You Command

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Yeah RIP that badussy -me

Word Count: shits prolly gon be 2k (lol nearly there) 1k+

Warnings: literally PWP, fem!reader, smut (bondage, edging, over stim, choking, fingering, vaginal penetration, praise kink), typos, etc.

A/N: OK PULLUP HO MINORS DNI Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"Dream," I trail off, rolling from where I laid next to him to straddle his thighs. Dream looks up at me, hands instinctively falling to my hips, eyes raking in my figure.

He calls out my name in response. I nibble my lower lip as I feel my skin prick with goosebumps.

"I have a confession to make."

"Hmm," his pouty lips curve upward, "confess to me."

I lick my lips and take in the sight of his toned body beneath me, still bare from our previous love making. I bite at my lip as I grind my core on his hardening length.

His hands that make their way up to knead my soft breasts freeze when I ungraciously admit, "I want you to choke me."

Dream is as still as a statue.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that-" I cut myself off when one of his hands grab at my neck. There was no pressure to it, in fact his thumb sweetly rubbed my skin, and yet it was enough to make my stomach roll.

I whimper when his clutch begins to slowly constrict. His other hand goes down to my hip, kneading the flesh there firmly.

"Is this good?" he asks.

I nod as I he readjusts his hand. He brings one of his fingers up to my lips and I lean into him when he does so.

He guides my movements as I grow wetter while rutting against him. He notes, "you seem to have meant you wanted me to choke you very literally."

I grunt, "I- I..."

He withdraws his hand from my neck to allow me to gather my thoughts. I sigh at the lack of contact and grab his hand with my own, placing it back where it was, "I meant..." I start, "you treat me like I'm so precious, and I love that, but..." I press down on his hand, "I won't break if you get a bit rough with me."

My stomach drops when Dream pulls away so he could bring himself to sit down and adjust me while he atop him along the way. I let out a sigh when he brushes my hair back and digs his fingers in the roots of my hair, making me tilt my head up to him as he leans in to breathe against my neck, "do you mean to tell me you do not enjoy my attentiveness to your needs, wife?"

My stomach breaks into butterflies at the recently unlocked pet name.

I don't have the mind to answer, and he makes me yelp when I am pushed back on the bed with him hovering above me.

I let out groan when he grabs my hands and pins it over my head with one hand, his other lands on the base of my neck. I call out his name when he enters me slowly, his hips roll into mine so deliciously.

"For someone so sweet, you think of things so naughty, my dear," he mutters with a ghost of a smile.

I am a mess of breath and lewd noises beneath him when he picks up his pace. He gives me exactly what I want. This is why it was so jarring when he pulled away.

The next thing I know, I am in a dark room, standing on my feet with my wrists dangling over head, bound by something, I did not know what.

I feel my core throbbing at the sudden lack of contact. I could barely stand properly with the ache between my legs.

A shiver runs down my spine when my thigh is grabbed and propped down on a shoulder. I feel him kiss me from my knee, all the way up my anticipating heat, but then he stops.

"Do you want me to continue, my love?"

"Yes," I breathily reply.

I let out a confused whimper when my leg is released and suddenly I feel like I'm alone. It's too damn dark that I open and close my eyes to check if I could tell a difference. There wasn't any.

"Perhaps," he whispers, suddenly behind me. I shudder when his hands land on my hips, one slowly moves between my dripping wetness, "I should take you with my fingers."

I call out his name when he does just that, stroking me slowly. I lean against him, head finding its place against his shoulder. I arch my back against him, yearning for more.

Dream, knowing well the measures of my body, indulges me with a quicker pace while his other hand cups my breast. He then does the cruel thing of slowing down and pulling away.

I whine at the lack of contact, "please, Dream, don't stop."

The feeling of him behind me disappears. His deep humming reverberates through my entire body, "I thought you wanted to be less attentive, more rough."

"I never said less attentive!"

He laughs.

All of a sudden, my bounds are released and I topple forward, hands finding themselves on a surface in front of me I wasn't aware was even there. I bet there wasn't a while ago.

I try to pull away, but I find myself bound again. A panic shoots up my stomach.

All at once, Dream grabs my chin face and asks, "would you like me to stop?"

I shake my head in his hands, "no, no, please, don't stop."

"Are you certain? I felt my your agita-"

"FUCK ME DREAM!"

"..."

"..."

"... please?"

I let out a guttural cry when all at once, he is behind me, "well, since my desperate queen asked so nicely."

He begins ramming into me like it was his life's purpose, his only use. I am a mess against him. I relish the feel of his fingers digging into my hips, the feel of his roughness against my ready core.

At the rate he was going, I would embarrassingly come undone in a few minutes.

"Please," I whine, "don't stop!"

My head drops as he grips me tighter. I am forced to my toes when he angles me up against him. My nails dig into the surface where my hands are propped on.

"That's it, sweet girl," Dream grunts, "come around me like the good girl you are."

My arms begin to give out against his pace. My stomach begins to tighten. I don't even realize I'm unbound until I nearly slip from my place while chasing my high.

I'm calling out his name when I come undone against him. Dream's grip is what keeps me from crumpling down.

My breath his heavy, my throat is stuffed with deeply pleasured groans.

The next thing I know, we're in a different position, and yet he is still milking my reaction for all he's got. My legs and arms are wrapped around him. My bum is supported by a hard surface, and my head was dangling behind me like my neck had no strength left to keep it up.

He has me sealed against him, his hand even carries my heavy head as I continue to groan and spasm because of my high.

The ecstasy slowly begins to fade. I let out a discomforted whine when he does not stop.

Dream makes me lean against him as his hands trail down to my thighs, "I want you to come around me again, my pretty girl."

"Dream-"

"I think you can take it," he mutters against me, hips still snapping in the same pace still.

I whine his name out as I bring my face near his, reeling back with sharp breathes in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Do you think you can take it, beloved?"

I bite down on his neck as I pull him close to me, unsure of what else to do at the feel of his harsh ministrations.

I feel myself calm down when he pulls out. He leans back, giving himself the opportunity to grab my face.

"My love?"

I don't even realize my eyes were closed when suddenly I see his face as light slowly shines around us.

I pant as I take in my form, his form. I grab at him when I see his hardened length, taunt against his stomach. I pull him towards me as I turn my gaze back to his face, "I can take it," I say rather desperately.

He calls my name out, but hisses when I grab him and guide him back into me.

"You do n-"

"I can take it!" I whine, closing my eyes at the feel of him. I pull him closer, sealing my arms around him, "I want to make you feel good too."

Dream releases a sigh, kissing my cheeks repeatedly as he adjusts me by my thighs again, "I feel good knowing I made you feel good."

I whimper, rocking my hips against him when he still does not move, "I'll feel good once you've come inside me."

My breath begins to hike up again when Dream meets my movements with much quicker ones. He takes my lips into his, only releasing me when he feels my need for air.

"You are so good to me, my queen," he mutters in praise, "so good, so sweet, and all mine."

"Yes, Dream," I groan, "you can do whatever you want- I'm all yours."

That seems to be the exact push he needs.

I fall to my back. My eyes break open at the softness suddenly beneath me. I realize we're back where we started, in our bed, making it creak with our strenuous activity.

The sight of his delirious face makes my stomach coil in telltale anticipation. I screw my eyes shut and arch against him when repositions himself above me, hitting that sensitive spot that has me screaming.

"So good to me," Dream says.

I whine out similar words, "fuck, yes, so, so good."

Dream sinks down against my neck, readying himself for his impending undoing.

We continue like this, closely taking in our incoherence while Dream made the bed quake. He really is so good at what he does that I feel my stomach build again.

"Is my queen going to come now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Dream, I'm so close."

He kisses my cheek as he rises slightly to allow himself a more secured position.

I feels like I died and came back to life when I come around him. The feeling is much more intense this second time around because of how hot and thick Dream's own orgasm feels inside of me. I'm as tense as rocks beneath him, then I'm softer than putty. My pulse is loud in my ears, and yet it is drowned out by the sound of me calling out to my husband.

He breaks into me until there's nothing left of the both of us. We're both spent and breathless by the end of it

He allows me to gain but a semblance of consciousness when he kisses me and rolls to my side.

I can't think when he pulls me close.

I have no idea why he even asks me anything after that.

"Are you alright, my love?"

I only answer him with my pants.

Dream presses a kiss on my cheek, hand rubbing my belly, "I did not want to do this, but I think I must attend to some business in the Dreaming for a moment, lest my concerns with one of the nightmares worsen."

I turn to him, eyes wide and questioning.

"I will not be long, I swear it."

When I finally get that he meant to leave, I nod my head slowly, "yeah... I'll... stay here."

Dream offers me a soft smile and kisses me one last time. I make myself whimper when I readjust on my spot.

[cerise-angel]

waiting game +18

gator tillman x reader

notes: nothing much just sad smut cause im sad and horny. hope you guys like it 💕

Gator watches you cleaning up the windows of his room, from afar, with the goddamned vape on his mouth, as usual. He knows that his parents dont pay you well enough for the immaculate cleaning you do. He wonders why you do it so perfectly, but then again, he remembers his parents would fire you if the cleaning wasnt spotless. And like you told him once, shit job with shit pay its better than no job and no pay.

Gator assumes youre right, but he doesnt understand really. He doesn't need to. His dad owns the city, and pretty soon Gator will too. He's contemplating whether he should or not go talk to you, remembering the first time you two chatted. Mostly he spoke, talking about how pretty you were to be doing such a nasty job. And how prettier you would look like on his mattress. He said grinning, like he knew you, like he thought he could win you. You stared at him with dead eyes, the gaze on them much similar to the deers he sometimes shot with his father. Made him flinch. "I need this job Gator. And not even you will fuck this for me." He stills replays this phrase on his mind every night, sometimes while touching himself, showing you that you need him, not the job. Sometimes when he had a rough day, he thinks about what you meant, and why he couldnt answer properly, leaving you with a stuttered and whiny "Fuck you."

He stares at you now, unabashedly, hazel eyes greedily tracing the swell of your breasts on the tight tank top. They follow to his favorite part of you, pretty chest and neck glinting with sweat and a bit of sudsy water from the window. When he feels youre about to look at him, he decides to stare at your thighs and ass covered by a pair of black sweatpants. He chuckles, when his eyes stare back up at your face, your eyes angry at him. Before you can say or do anything, he reaches to you, inhaling smoke from the vape and blowing it against the window you just finished cleaning. He leans against the wall, smiling fondly at you.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and catching the bucket with soapy water to clean it again. Gator waits for you to finish, eyeing you greedily, thinking about your soft skin against his, your hands cleaning him with the same focus you clean his house, before blowing a big puff of lychee scented smoke against the glass. He smiles again, like a mischievous kid. Which he is. Again, you sigh, grabbing the yellow sponge from the bucket, ready to clean again. This is not what Gator wants. He wants your attention. He wants you to give him some reaction, to curse at him, to smack his chest so he can hold your arms, press you to the wall and kiss you. But you dont seem willing to play his games today. He hates that.

Huffing, he does the most annoying thing that he can think of and kick the full bucket. The soapy water runs on the wooden deck, that you had cleaned prior. Throwing the sponge at his chest, almost crying from frustration (this is the fourth time this week that Gator decides to taunt you) you snap.

"What is it Gator?"

He looks at you with small eyes, like hes ready for a lecture from his mother. When he doesnt speak, just keep looking at you with his puppy eyes, you groan, walking past him to fetch the kicked bucket. Gator stops you, manly hands grabbing at your sides. You curse at him, too tired for this. He doesnt seem to care, dragging you inside the house, ignoring how you try to fight him, nails digging at his biceps and foot glued to the ground. At his room, he gently releases you, locking the door patiently while you curse and cry at him. He reaches to you, rough hands holding your face before licking your tears. Even though you dont want to, your body betrays you, the whole situation too familiar, you hug him, enjoying his body warm and affection.

"I miss you. I want you. I need you. Please."

Each phrase is punctuated with a sloppy kiss to your lips. You only nod, and he knows that means that you miss him too, that you want him too. His mouth devours you, plump lips caressing every inch of skin they can find. You whine, because you want him to kiss your lips, to taste your spit, and he complies right away. He tastes like peanut butter and artificial lychee flavoring. You dont mind. He tastes like him, and even though it pains you to admit, that is your favorite taste.

"I dont wanna get fired." You mutter while his hands help you to get rid of the tank top.

"You wont. And if you were, that makes it easier for us."

You pull away from him. Again, Gator doesnt understand that you need this job. That being fired wont be good because theres no way in heaven that his parents will let you two stay together. Because he is a Tillman, and you are the cleaning lady. And you know that Gator wont do shit to try to keep you. Not really. He looks at you, searching for what he did wrong, why are you crying and hiding from him again. Gator reaches to you, pulling you to sit in his lap, holding you the way you do when his father shits on his head. With glossy eyes you look up to him.

"I think I love you. Tell me how is that going to make anything easier."

Gator is in shock. He swallows air, heart beat racing, this is everything he wanted to hear from you since the fourth time he kissed your chapped lips. He doesnt know what to say, and you take his silence as a bad thing. Hurting you try to get away from his embrace, before he snaps out of his transe. Gator pulls you back to him, glueing his mouth to yours, a mess of spit and tears. He cant talk, but he can show you. His hands free you from your old bra, pulling your pants off. You help him get out of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers in a rush. He never stops kissing you. His hand cups your pussy, while the other touches your nipple in a agonizing pace. He licks into your mouth pulling your panties down and plunging two fingers in. You moan softly, trying to rub one of your clothed feet on his dick. He gasps softly, adjusting your feet against him, fucking you faster, kissing your lips so hard that you feel them bruising. Gator quickly takes his fingers off you, replacing them with his swollen cock. He sets a brutal but gentle pace, making sure you feel all of him. Your hands grab at his biceps, his back, his ass, every part of him you can reach. He holds your hands at the top of your head, squeezing them in sync with how your pussy squeezes him. When you come, crying softly on his chest, he smiles proudly. You cradle his chin with both of your hands bringing his lips to yours. He comes eagerly inside you, filling you up, and resting his spent body on top of yours. Your arms and legs are still tangled on his torso, locking him on you. Gator enjoys that, feeling on his skin how much you need him. When you release your grip, he rolls to your side, pulling you to him.

"I can try to make it easier." You decide to believe him for now.