#perfect temp on my skin

[platypusisnotonfire]

Man I have had a ROUGH day at work but the weather outside is SO NICE rn but my friends disagree

Just checked the weather app and apparently it’s -14C. That’s, I guess, my happy zone.

[screampied]

𝜗𝜚 B- BIRTHING HIPS ?!

☆ sum. no one expects the pretty sweet wife ( you ) to have such good birthing hips! not even him. gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, geto.

wc. 5.9k

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationships, ex-husband! toji, semi-public (nanami), bręeding, riding him ‘till he breaks, cowgirl + reverse, cęrvix kissing, reader with the STAMINAAA, (1x) usage of "mistress", squīrting, ass worship, spīt, shotgunning (toji), size kinks.

SATORU ★ GOJO.

“h- hah, ooh sweets,” satoru would swallow thickly, every sticky digit on his fingerprints tightly gripping into the bare soft flesh of your fidgeting ass.

you swerved in seductive circles, maintaining direct eye contact while he’s stuffed inch after fat inch inside of you.

as hurried, shallow pants leave his glossed lips, satoru gives your ass a playful little spank, encouraging your tempo to accelerate with quicker hits against his lap.

“when you said you.. had a birthday present for me i-” and his voice sheepishly lowers, feeling an incoming moan travel its way up his parched throat at you suddenly surprising his face with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses. “i didn’t think y’meant your ah- hips..”

“you complaining, ‘toru?” you’d cheekily hum, combing a few fingers through his perfect hair. your ears instinctively perked at the cute, small sound of satoru’s mewl just from you running a few digits down his overly tender scalp.

your cunt was just sooo unfair-

it swallowed each inch, feeling your gripping walls wring him tight like a vice every single time..

you even spot sparkly tears glossing on his glittery lashes from the immense, raw pleasure.

“n- no! no, ‘m never complaining, promise,” he’d speak in a rush, melting right as your lips sneak a wet kiss against his mouth. a string of saliva cowardly runs away from both pairs of shimmery lips before you feel him shiver underneath you.

you were perfect- and satoru was the one who thought he had the most stamina. in reality, though, it was you. the two of you ended up losing track of time—and it’s probably been hours upon hours of you riding your husband into straight blissful oblivion.

you’re so up close that you had a clear view of him, drinking up his pretty, vocal moans as you attack his lips once again with a three-second kiss. “a- ah, i just—” he stammers, pawing sweaty palms at your ass.

you were just so ruthless- your rear, your hips, your fuckin’ knees… you just knew no bounds..

you rolled your waist in a way where it gave him a plethora of shivers. you moan, feeling the prints of his sticky fingertips dig into your skin as his tip thrashes its way around your cunt. “i.. i forgot- forgot- what i was gonna,” he’d whine, whitish brows curling into an arch. “my god-” he hiccups.

just as your hips dip inward, proudly taking in every fat inch inside of you deeply, he knew that this was it.

satoru was seeing white—not only seeing white, but he was shooting it too.

creamy gooey wads that drizzled inside of your cunt, filling you to the very brim with his lustrous knot. his cum pours inside of you oh-so sloppily and you gasp as your jittery legs forcibly cling onto his thighs like paste.

sharp pounds of skin were rough - barbarically slamming against each other at full speed even while he was still cumming.

with the sole help of your hips, you’d turn the strongest into the whiniest..

he’s whining once he continues to spray such thin ribbons inside of you, filling your cunt to capacity with seed as his right thigh grows limp.

satoru’s flushed- and his jaw was cutely dropped with his eyes bulging wide out of their sockets. it was as if your ass moved in slow motion—you were still riding him but the temp was much, much slower..

his long limbs slowly spread themselves apart as you straddled over him, staring intently into his eyes with an impish smile. satoru’s panting just as much as you. you peer at how his snowy-white hair’s all ruffled - nearly matted as he awkwardly runs a hand through.

“aw,” you’d press another kiss against his twitching mouth, feeling his naturally glossed lips tremor beneath yours. it was so, so much- and your cunt stored every velvety drop. satoru felt your ass greedily rounding itself back onto his leaking cock as you planted your palms on his chest.

his heart-

it’s racing, and he could barely even look you in the eye. satoru was embarrassed, but he didn’t want you to stop. not now - not ever.

you knew that for a fact because a small pout started to crease against his thin pink lips once, he felt your hips coming to a devastatingly slow. “why’s the pout, birthday boy? still not satisfied?”

“h.. how can i not be with those unfair hips,” satoru moans, taking pauses for each gulping breath as if was going to be his last.

strong, brawny arms wrap around your waist before he pulls you close, feeling a bubbly white ring coat its way around his thick base. satoru grunts at your hips coming to their final concluding stop, and he smacks a hand against your ass.

he looks down between the white mess that paints between thighs, moaning at the sight of your stuffed cunt before sighing deeply. “mhm- so perfect. h- happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

as you writhe around his cock that’s still languidly emitting out such thick ropes from the gummed inside, you pepper his face with kisses. satoru moans at your touch as his hands reel your hips back into him.

“y’know, for the strongest, you really gotta work on your stamina,” you tease, watching that same pout gloss against his lips. satoru’s groaned silently as he pumped you full of chalky amounts that forevermore continued to ooze down the sides of your legs. you hovered over him, brushing a soft thumb over his cheek before leaning in to whisper against the shell of his ear. “how ‘bout we do every round for every year you turned, including today?”

“heh- sweets,” satoru tilts his head, doing the quick math in his head for about a millisecond before he pulls you into his beefy chest. a scarred hand guides a warm path down your arched back as he inhales your scent—huskily grunting into your neck before chuckling. “then we’d be goin’ for like.. thirty-four rounds.”

“exactly,” you coo, and satoru ogles as you remove his blindfold that lazily hung just above his eyes. bawling it into your first - you put it into his mouth and he lets off a muffled groan. satoru falls back against the satin-covered pillows of the bed with the flesh of your bare ass still in his hand before he blinks thrice.

oh.. you looked so pretty..

towering over him like this when it’s usually the other way around.

satoru leans into your touch once you tenderly cup his face, winding up your bucking hips by introducing that beloved teeth-shattering thrust that never failed to drive him crazy.

“ngh- lie back,” and satoru starts to moan continuously with his blindfold clogging his throat before you start to ferociously slam your hips onto his lap. “let’s s.. start from the beginning though, round one, birthday boy.”

TOJI ★ FUSHIGURO.

bleary-eyed and hazed, toji groans, staring at how perfectly your ass effortlessly tossed itself back against him..

in the background of the dimly lit room with a few exceptions of lit candles, some old western movie played in the ambience. he couldn’t keep his attention on the vintage film anyway, not when you were riding him so so good.

“fuckin’ shit, babygirl,” he’d lean back, hooking a beefy arm around your waist. as you lean in close, your soft right cheek tickles against his prickly growing stubble. a stubby rolled blunt sticks out between his teeth as grassy eyes his continued to droop from his erotic high.

your hips were insane - and every gruesome swerve of your ass gives him whiplash. “remember when you…hah- used ‘ta ride me like this on our honeymoon? heh, don’t tell me y’er still in love.”

“mmng- shut up, toji,” you’d moan, clawing a hand at his dingy white tank. toji feels your eyes lingering on him and you can visibly see that haughty smirk wickedly trying to carve its way against his crooked lips.

oh, how you loathed him.

you told yourself it was supposed to be the last time, but the last time always turns into one more, then two more, then three..

but that of course never happened.

the abnormally thick tension between you both forever grew. as you leaned against his hairy chest that was protected with the thin fabric of his tank top, you took the blunt from his lips before faintly inhaling the pungent smell.

“just shut up,” you’d whisper against the shell of his ear. toji grunts once the ruddy crown of his cock sloppily rams its way deeper further. your hands meet his chest and toji drops back, staring at you with a raised brow as you pin his beefy arms over his head. your hips continued to be robust, creating such vigorous thrusts that it made him clench his teeth in longing desire. “n’ let me ride you.”

“y…yes, ma’am,” toji breathes, his voice shifting more raspy from each direct hit of your deliciously springy hips. your cunt was just so precise, and his swollen tip repeatedly mashed its way thoroughly into your pulsating g-spot. it uses that pretty spot—imagining it’s a target and he hits it perfectly, bullseye every time.

the lightning-shaped veins ran through his bare arms as you held them over his head, dragging your bouncy ass back ‘n forth until he groans.

it was just something about your body that hypnotized him. your hips practically rolled into toji, moaning against his lips until hot smoke poured between the pried open cracks of his lips.

it lands against your tongue—and it’s flavorless, but you playfully lick the corner of his lip, feeling him shiver underneath you. “goddd- those fuckin’ hips. work ‘em, girl, fuuuck . . me.”

the way your pussy was just so sloppy too. the mere definition of wet. your slick clings against toji’s hefty sack like there was no tomorrow.

you had a watery grip that always made toji loll his eyes in lewd elation. the bed was almost louder than the combined moans of you both, and it even seemed like its constant groans and yelps were trying to compete.

“not so cocky now when you’re close, hm?” you’d airily whisper, feeling toji’s arm trying to flop itself back down. you grab his wrist, hearing the cute stubborn smack of his lips at your abrupt hold. “ahhh- touch, but no looking, baby.”

“bratty girl,” toji cocks his head, the lump in his throat nearly having him gasp for air. your hips were simply not fair - and pretty soon, he was coming close. your cunt’s wetly swallowing the entirety of his stout cock, twirling around his lap before viciously slamming down on his cock repeatedly.

your sweet, harmonic-like moans were pitchy and loud, but between your legs—you were far far louder. you swerved in erratic arcs, and each squelch that left from your pussy sounded wetter every time. you watched how toji’s defined abs bleed through his tank. “fine then. make me fuckin’ cum - c’mooon,” and he sharply brings a hand toward your ass. “make y’er lovin’ doting husband proud, yea?”

“and you call me the brat,” you’d grumble, leaning back in to swap the rest of the puffed smoke that lingered in his mouth. toji snickers, feeling your ass than its way in each ‘n every direction. your rhythm was just… perfect!

you’re moving in circles, you’re moving forward, hell, you even toss your ass backward just to watch his leafy eyes roll to the backs of their sockets. your cunt’s just profusely dripping wet, and he could feel you soaking from the inside at each sloppy bounce of your berserk hips.

toji’s trying to keep up his cocky façade, but with your unpredictable movements—he was screwed. “heh- atta girl, that’s my girl. ‘m all yours ‘n y’know know it,” he grunts, bruising your cervix repeatedly with smooch after smooch with the help of his plump tip. toji’s got your hips firmly by the palms, bouncing you harder on his hardened cock to make you babble out his name like it was its own sort of chant.

‘toji toji toji!’ was all you could whine out with your head empty and dumbed down from putting your hips to work.

“mhm- even if divorced, this pretty pussy always knows who it belongs t— fuck!”

mid-sentence, toji ends up cumming at that beautiful sharp smack of your ass that makes him nearly choke on a hoarse grunt. his grip against the fat of your ass loosens and his cock’s growing weak and soft, trying to retreat itself out of your pussy. it’s thin, slimy ropes that end up tangling with your treacly juices create a lewd cobweb that glues against both fleshy mounds. “mhm, soo fuckin’ good, toji,” you’d moan, slowing the rocking of your unsteady hips as he finally succumbs to his high.

the movie still quietly plays in the background, and you lean in—snatching the blunt out of his lips before kissing him. the taste of earthy, spiced smoke lands on your tongue once he returns the sloppy gesture, groaning into your mouth as he’s dumping load after hot load into you. “mmph-,” toji shivers, feeling your arms run down his beefy biceps, feeling all over his ripped body.

you couldn’t lie- you kind of missed him. kind of..

your hips still buckled and the friction makes him hiss against your teeth. “goddamn, i can’t.. feel my legs, baby girl,” he grumbles, tilting his head back slightly once your hips dip forward. “can’t stop . . cummin’ fuck-”

“seems like we gotta work on that stamina, old man,” you’d sneer, wriggling your ass once the last final spurts of cum fill inside of you. toji’s eyes then suddenly narrow at you, and you grin before he sits up. “what?”

“old man?” he repeats.

“yeah, old m-”

and it’s almost comical how you were literally straddling his lap—and now, you’re laid flat on your back with your knees rudely shoved up to the top of your chest. there’s a carnal look in toji’s eyes, and you gulp once you glance down at his feverishly hot cockhead that’s weeping with pearly droplets of dried cum.

“yeah, okay,” he grouses, earning a sweet moan from you once his tip harshly smacks against your tender opening.

toji spits on his palm before spanking your pussy, feeling you writhe in anticipation before he pulls your legs further back. his body hovers over you before he sticks his slick-covered fingers in his mouth for just a second to get a taste—aligning his fat tip before snickering at how eager you were to open up for him again already.

“let’s see just how quickly this ‘old man’ can break his pretty wife’s pussy then, hmm? just like old times, baby.”

NANAMI ★ KENTO.

if it was anything nanami kento despised more than constantly working day ‘n night at the office on constant repeat, drowning in piles of paperwork and getting his ear talked off by calls was leaving his pretty horny wife unsatisfied.

“sweetheart-” nanami timidly groans, slouching back against his rickety office chair. you were just nasty with your hips, slapping your ass against his cock that’s repeatedly reaching deep deep deep angles with little to zero effort.

it makes nanami pull on his checkered tie that’s a tad bit loose, tapping his heel against the wooden-cold floor. “ ‘m still…on the job,” and his voice pitches huskier from each languid stroke. your gaping cunt was hungrily sucking him in, flawlessly bruising your cervix with a multitude of french kisses. “but actually, this is . . better than staring at a computer screen all day.”

“yeaah?” you whisper, sneaking your spit-glossed lips near his chin. your body was straight-up sensual. nanami couldn’t keep up with the constant bouncy reel of your hips and the way you grind so lovingly against him.

the buckles of nanami’s belt clang as you rut against his lap, rubbing against the slim fabric of his pulled-down slacks.

as the office chair turned and swiveled, so did your hips. every few seconds, nanami would peek through blurred peripherals and hope no one would walk by his secluded cubicle.

“so paranoid, baby. hey, look at me, hey-” and as your hands crawl their way toward nanami’s chiseled cheeks, fawn eyes lock against yours within an instant. he’s sweating bullets, and you moan at the feeling of his cold watch band ghosting down your skin. “mhm, good. eyes up here, all on me. eyes on your poor wife who hasn’t been touched alllll day.”

“hah- more like.. you touch yourself by video calling me while showin’ off the toys i buy you,” nanami sighs, preventing himself from eye-rolling at the cunning grin that’s trying to compress against your lips. he was right though, whenever nanami was at work and you were at home—you’d call him, sometimes video call.

sliding your hands down your body… touching yourself while wearing his work clothes… purposely making a bit of a mess on his side of the bed too.

“can’t help it when my husband looks like you,” you whisper, leaning further forward so that your tummy’s pressed up against his tailored button-up. his cologne was always loud, he was wearing one of your favorites too.

it always smelled like a mixture of dirty cinnamon and rich, seductive chocolate. nanami quietly grunts, low eyes peering at his bright computer screen that had dozens of tabs open.

so overworked..

but he couldn’t lie—your hips always knew how to relieve his stress, make him forget all about his important tasks and documents he had to go over. your cunt’s just so greedy though.

every pump of his cock hastily drives through you at high speed, hips steadily forming such rough collisions with each crashing thrust. with the way you were riding him, he started to have thoughts of getting you pregnant. “f- fuuck.” he’d groan, sexily tilting his head to the left once your lips made their way onto his skin. you’re soft- creating a trail of invisible kisses as you rode him so good that he didn’t even notice his phone was suddenly ringing.

brrrriiiiiiinnng!

it’s the office phone—and it’s the same, high-pitched ringtone like always that was merely akin to nails on a chalkboard. “mmh- important phone call, ‘ken. must be important,” you’d teasingly moan, bringing your rocky hips to a brief pause. nanami groans in annoyance at the interruption, stretching his split knuckles one by one. with a lively hum, you playfully pout. “ ‘s okay, i can always…wait-”

“no- no,” nanami grumbles, soft brown eyes nearly rolling back due to the thick gaping stretch of his cock mending your insides with such ease. he pulls you into him, giving your ass a needy squeeze. lowly whispering into your ear, nanami sighs before answering the phone. “be a . . good girl ‘n keep those hips movin’ sweetheart. i’ll be quick.”

“yes, sir.” you’d play along, feeling his dick twitch between your saturated folds—and oh, you knew that made him hard. secretly, you knew nanami always did have a sir kink.

your ass slammed into nanami’s lap violently, and he’s feeling himself grow weaker and weaker the more your weight presses on top of him. “nanami, speaking,” he’d gruffly answer, trying to conceal his pantingly deep breaths.

you couldn’t really hear much except gibberish, but you started to get louder the more his mushroomy tip vertically drags its way down your sopping cunt. ‘mmph!’ after ‘mmph!’ would come out of you—and you were so vocal that he had to put a palm over your mouth.

nanami deadpans, clearly knowing what you were up to. “uh.. uh huh, i see,” he continues, groaning once his cock slides its way near your clit, tapping near your slick entrance before sloppily ‘popping!’ itself back out.

you bring a hand toward his veiny cock, slipping it back in before you then realize—you’re drooling all over his palm. “nasty.. girl,” he whispers under his breath, forgetting that he had someone on the other line.

the colleague on the other line said something along the lines of ‘what the…’ and nanami quickly backtracked. “ahem- i mean, yes. that sounds good. i should be free… monday.”

with the conversation coming to a close after a few overly prolonged seconds, nanami ends up cumming mid-conversation. the phone ends up dropping against his desk, and nanami groans, wrapping his arms around you while spewing out hot masses of cum.

“fuck- fuck sweetheart, oh, m- my,” he’d stammer, blond brows twisting together at the feelings of elation. it’s fiery hot - seeping deeply into your core so much that it even dribbles down your thigh. your cunt’s all puffy — prettily glistening with remnants of bubbly cum tearing from your folds before you kiss him. nanami moans against your wet, quivering lips as clashing teeth battle with each other.

as your grinding hips earn out a soft moan from him, he swallows your whines, tucking you underneath a sleeved arm before spanking your ass. “god, m- might have to propose to you again. ‘m still cummin’.”

and as you’re still straddling him with both sweaty bodies smushed against each other, your ear twitches at the quiet mumbling sounds of the phone that were never hung up.

“mr. nanami, what… on earth… did i just listen to.”

SUKUNA ★ RYŌMEN.

sukuna gravelly groans, huffing out low ‘fuck’ ‘s and ‘ugh’ ‘s after each spongy bounce of your ass.

the wholly cruel stretch of his cock buries itself deep within you making him click his tongue. sukuna was always a perfect fit — sometimes it took a bit of stretching, but he always knew he was around and inside. his cock knew each and every route, studying every slippery orifice and corner of your gummy, squeezing walls.

sinister, red eyes trail down your bouncing frame before he snickers at the cute taunting thrusts of your hips. “some . . nerve, woman,” he huffs, his lungs failing to keep up with your barbaric stamina. a sleazy grin tries to tug against both corners of his lips as he firmly grips your ass, spanking you again to encourage you to go faster. “ngh, ridin’ me while wearin’ my kimono? must hah- have some kinda death wish.”

the fabric wears your entire body loosely, and sukuna can’t help but gawk as you jerk your hips at such a sloppy tempo.

your pussy’s overwhelmed with all the fat inches of sukuna’s cock that mercilessly bullies its way into you. like always - he knew the exact layout of your pussy, and you moan once he presses a hand on your tummy.

“actuallyyy, they look better on me,” you quietly mumble, licking a stripe up his neck. sukuna inhales a sharp breath, scarlet eyes knocking further to the very back of his tilted skull. he was always a fool for your touch. “don’t you agree?”

“such a smart mouth,” sukuna grabs your entire chin, steadying your hips with another. out of the many enemies he’s faced—your hips were the far brutalist he’s ever been up against.

you didn’t know when to quit.

you moan at the soft pricks of his honed claws nipping at your skin, hearing the loud, pitchy sounds of both sharp rutting hips clashing in sync.

sukuna can’t help but stare—stare at you, at your body, and especially at the way you continuously threw your ass in circles, circles galore.

“think my wife’s gettin’ a ‘lil too spoiled,” he growly murmurs, tracing the claw of his thumb over your lip. your cunt’s never felt so full - his tip was just as mean as he was. it drags its way through a lewd pattern, caressing through every part of your gummy walls before seeing your eyes bulge to the size of saucers. “aw, look at that face. ‘s too big for you again, like always, hm?”

“s- shut up, ‘kuna.” you moan, pushing him back against the wobbly throne that sounded like it was about to snap into two within seconds. with a stubborn ‘hmmph!’ he lands on his back, eyeing you with a quirked pink brow.

with your knees bent to a certain degree, you started to guide your hipsby rocking it back against his lap. you knew how to swerve and grind. making the curse groan continuously from each slap of your hips, he spanks your ass while scoffing angrily under his breath.

sukuna didn’t have a weakness - besides you.

you had a type of arch that was killer.

all sukuna did was lie back while he watched you work. your ass bounced and bounced as skin against skin relentlessly ricochets onto each other. he didn’t even realize how his jaw was tightening. your grip was enticing—your cunt was slick as ever, drowning the entire shaft of his thick cock with your dripping sap. “g- goddamn, woman,” sukuna groans, his voice softening a bit.

who knew something as such as hips was enough to put the sukuna ryomen in check?

the penetration ended up turning sloppy within each ‘n every round that progressed, and sukuna’s tip was practically making love with your sensitive g-spot.

the stimulation had you moaning into his neck before you gasped, feeling him grab your hips. sukuna glances at you, feeling your sturdy hips nearly slowing down before he tauntingly tsks his tongue at you. “hah- don’t slow down now. you wanted ‘ta fuck me, so fuck me with those pathetic- hah, hips, girl.”

he’s just so big - you couldn’t help but whine out repeated inaudible whimpers. his custom made kimono loosely flows over your body as you continue to move with the constant creaks of his throne groaning from each bounce of weight. “f- fuck, ‘kuna,” a gargled moan bubbles out of your throat as you press a sloppy kiss against his lips.

sukuna’s jaw easily goes slack, and the rough slams of your ass left him spacing out in no time. your cunt’s so powerful that he gets transformed into another dimension for a split second. milliseconds pass and the demon sees nothing but pure white, and that’s when he cums.

sukuna lets out a gruff battle-crying groan once he releases—pouring such a gluey batch of cum into your cunt. it’s hot - messily oozing its way into you, a few spurts dribbling down his fat base that’s a blushing pink. a gravelly grunt leaves from sukuna as he grips your ass, making your hips circle their way slower against his pelvis.

“ugh- the audacity of this w- worthless pussy,” he stutters, shakily chewing on every word from the elated pleasure that comes from his finish. sukuna’s crimson eyes roll, and he bares his fangs deep into your neck as his creamy knot deepens inside of you. “fuck.”

“oh, don’t tell me you’re gettin’ tired already, m’lord,” you’d tease, saying that title, knowing how he’d always get hard whenever you addressed him in formal manners. sukuna’s faintly trembling underneath you, and he hisses at the sticky sight of his own cum that starts to paste against the undersides of your nearly numb thighs. eagerly, you buck your hips into him again, watching his eyes carnally widen. “one more round, ‘kuna—yeah?”

with a quirked pink brow and lowly hooded eyes, he’s panting heavily. sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you, practically creating a bulge just from how ridiculously thick he was before he sighs.

“y- yeah, one more.”

“one more what?”

sukuna shoots you a glare but it soon falters once your ruthless rocking starts up again.

you’re rough, burying your knees into his thighs as your ass smacks against his cock - making him groan out a needy whine.

“fuck- one more round.. mistress.”

CHOSO ★ KAMO.

every time you rode choso, he can’t help but fall in love with you - again.

it was just something about your hips. something about the way you moved, the way you stared deeply into his eyes, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. your voice alone was enough to make him finish, pumping you full of viscid wads that swam their way right into your warm, welcoming womb.

“s- so fuckin’ hot,” he’d whine out, studying each hop of your hips with bleary half-open eyes. if you squinted just enough, you’d spot how his pupils were gradually turning heart-shaped. you sensuously rolled your hips in a way where choso was at a loss for words.

“mmh- baby,” he’d groan, feeling your thighs lift before slamming straight back down. your cunt sloppily clamped down on his cock tightly, wringing choso dry and milking him for all that he was worth. “don’t- don’t stop, please- don’t stop, fuuuuck.”

flimsily, you threw your arms around over his shoulders that were so tense-slacked.

as you’re right next to his face, choso’s frantically panting—puffs of air leaving from his parted lips with greasy black strands sticking to his forehead. choso’s just glossed with sweat, and his hands start to slowly creep their way to the bottoms of your plush thighs. “touch me more, ‘cho,” you’d moan, grinding yourself against him in circular motions.

choso’s cock was hard - so so hard. you felt it, and it’s as if time stood still when it happened.

the blushing crown of his shaft securely squeezes its way through your pinching walls, introducing itself to your convulsing g-spot.

“chosooo, chos—oh!” you’d shriek, your thighs immediately collapsing against his. the stimulation of his crowned head smearing around the spongy texture makes you short-circuit for a moment.

you probably looked cartoonish. nothing but white painted the insides of your rolled eyes with your jaw goofily dangling open, furrowing brows curling up in such bawdy pleasure..

“a.. are you okay? does it hurt?” choso stammers, awkwardly cupping your face with big, roughly textured palms. your cheek falls into his hand as you smile, bringing a kiss toward the tip of his nose while leaning into his gentle touch.

“baby, ‘m fine,” you reassure him, watching choso’s shoulders sag. choso’s hands snag at your ass as his head falls back. the adam’s apple that bobs in his throat never stops bobbing, and he throatily groans once he starts to feel your wobbly hips pick up again.

“o..ooh! keep hittin’ there- yeah, right there,” and choso sucks his teeth as he not only hears but feels your pussy slickly slide on his cock. ravened eyes of his eventually flicker down at your neglected, bouncing chest and choso cutely sighs.

humming, you hold his chin while rubbing the pad of your thumb over his sheeny pouted lips. “go ahead, choso. feel ‘em.”

he’s touched you probably dozens of times. the two of you were married, and yet he was always hesitant, waiting for your approval. right when you gave it though, choso couldn’t contain himself anymore.

you gasped once choso quickly sank his face in between your chest, cupping his mouth around one of your bare nipples. “mmp-” he’d let off a muffled moan against your skin, the muscles in his face relaxing as he felt you patting his head.

you were still riding him, strenuously smacking your hips on top of him - each squelch from your cunt never failing to pitch higher and higher.

the arch of your back stretches further, and you feel his hand swat against your ass. choso’s tongue sloppily swirls around your tender nub before it turns into wet suckles. “f- fuck, jus’ like that, choso,” you’d whine, hearing each loud ‘pop!’ sound away from his lips once your tit occasionally slides out his mouth.

choso’s weakly rutting into you too, but one of his arms wraps around your hips - pulling you closer. you’re rocking back and forth, hearing him moan against your skin before he starts nipping. “ ‘m gonna c.. cum,” his eyes widen, digging slender fingertips into the right cheek of your ass.

and his voice shook at each pounce of your hips. you’re riding him until he breaks - literally.

the split of choso’s tip rummages its way through your tight, clenching walls, steadily jackhammering its head toward the hood of your clit. your thighs nearly snap together shut at the long-awaited pressure, and you wrap your arms around his slim torso.

“fuck, oh f- fuck ‘m gonna cum too, choso,” you’d whimper in his ear, feeling his body underneath you cutely shudder. your hips were just delicious.

he’s nearly forgetting to breathe with how damn good you rode him - with how you rotated your ass, rocking your waist, barreling all of his inches. choso’s heart thumped straight out of his chest, and one glance of you was all it took for him to realize he was falling in love with you again.

“ugh- fuck me, baby—use me, oh f- fuck,” he’d start rambling, the sweaty prints of his thumbs swirling circles around the occasional dents in your back. he found it so attractive how each time you moved or rocked against him, your muscles would cutely tense at the excessively wide stretch of his cock. “need you. i…hah- need…you,” he’d murmur between pauses of sharp breaths, and choso’s entire body slumps back within seconds.

one final thrust and he’s cumming - hard.

you end up finishing too — gushing straight out, poor trembly thighs collapsing right over his meaty thighs that were the mere definition of ‘numb’.

you’re whimpering as he’s filling you up with satiny ropes that tangle with your syrupy slick that soaks the head of his cock. “fuck, ‘cho, that’s it. r- relax,” you’d swerve your hips around, watching choso’s abs clench underneath you. you’re riding him so good that he thought he was gonna get pregnant.

you’re drenched - bringing two fingers toward your cunt, coolly spreading your pretty entrance apart. your clit’s pulsing, and you’re moaning once you see small masses of cum spilling down your clit. “you’re always so messy.”

“hah- for… you,” choso sighs, a sleazy grin forming across his lips. his hand still remains glued to your ass and he grunts, sneaking a hand between the crack of your thighs. “mmh- i think.. i want you to do that again, baby.”

“what?” you bring a chaste kiss toward his lips, swallowing the incoming whine that leaves from choso’s lips. he’s never tasted sweeter - and you could feel his body quiver at the feeling of your hands sliding down his chest.

choso moans against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. “s.. squirt,” he purrs hoarsely, and you gasp once he lifts you, making you lie back this time. darkened eyes fall toward between your sprawled-out legs and he nearly drools — taking in the pure sight of his cum wetly streaming down your pearled nub. choso whines against your cunt, taking one long lap of his tongue, relishing at the messy taste of both mixtures of arousal - yours and his.

with a pout, choso starts to clean you up, smearing the bridge of his nose against your twitching cunt before meeting your gaze. “squirt again, pretty girl. i.. i wanna taste it this time,” and he gives your swollen heat a wet kiss.

“pretty please?”

SUGURU ★ GETO.

geto could practically feel his mouth watering once he saw that sweet, perfect arch of yours.

he’s used to seeing you in front, up close ‘n personal but no.. you wanted to try riding him in reverse. not only that, but you decided to ride him in reverse while he was still very much sensitive.

“ooh, p- princess,” he’d grunt hoarsely, tasting the treacly sweet stream of saliva pooling into his mouth. the buds that live on his tongue ached at the hot, comforting squeeze of your cunt. geto’s still getting over his recent orgasm—globs of cum still sticking against his cock and glossing wetly between your quivering legs. “ugh- you’re killin’ me here with that pretty fuckin’ arch of yours, y’know that?”

“mhm, good,” you’d reply in a hurried tone, feeling his lust-like gaze lock against your ass. you weren’t even going fast and yet, your hips already had him on a leash.

geto couldn’t stop staring - nor could he keep his strong, callused hands to himself.

you moaned, planting your hands against the crumpled-up sheets before gasping. geto makes you arch more, getting a pretty fogged-eyed view of the way your backside curves over his lap right before his eyes. “hah- suguru, don’t stop touchin’ me.”

“didn’t . . plan on it, pretty,” he rasps, trailing his eyes down at the rocking curvature of your waist. you’re fuckin’ moving, and with your hands gripping onto his knees—you threw your ass back against him time and time again. geto groans, feeling his reddened tip that was still leaking swab its way around your clit like a q-tip. your ass had a grip that made him nearly choke on the treacly saliva that sticks near the back of his tongue. “god- so perfect, look at you, girl. so hah- damn gorgeous when you’re on top, fuck.”

“mhm,” you’d bite back a moan, the sensual rolling of your hips turning more intimate by the second. his dick coarsely stretches through your slavering insides, sloppily pumping you full with each ‘pop!’ squelching out from between your thighs. geto keeps his gaze locked on your ass the entire time, and that’s when you start to bend your knees.

you arch lower, zealously wriggling your ass before bouncing on his cock and that’s when you hear him starting to whine. “fuck- so big,” you’d gasp, taking control of the tempo by steadily veering your hips like a boat. “hold my hips, sugu. hold ‘em while i fuck you.”

geto lets off a guttural groan, swatting a clammy palm against your backside before both hands attach near your rotating waist that’s raining with sweat from all angles. you’re merely glowing and it’s just so pretty.

“tch- you’re gettin’ cocky, princess,” he’d mumble, his voice turning shakier as your ass frantically ruts into him at full force. his sweltering hot tip’s on the verge of splitting you open and you moan each time you feel its overly vast curve delve straight inside your pussy, nastily dragging its way down your sopping valley. tossing his head back, geto’s abs instinctively clench through his shirt before he whines again. “ ‘m only lettin’ you take charge ‘cause i—”

and geto pauses abruptly, violently clenching his teeth at the slick pasty feeling of your pussy trapping the entirety of his thick length. breath snatches out of his chest before he groans loudly, spanking your ass with the corners of his lips twitching into a pout.

“o- oh fuck, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum again,” and the words whine out from his lips oh-so prettily, grunting each time you slam your ass back down against his cock. his bulbous tip deepens its angle inside of you, rolling his eyes from the sudden pressure arising.

he’s never felt hotter — and geto nearly blacks out completely once you start to purposely slow down, sneaking a hand back to smack your ass right in front of his face while craning your neck. “yeah, give it t’me then, baby. don’t miss a fuckin’ drop.”

“such a s.. slut,” geto groans, nearly getting hypnotized by how good you’re dragging your hips in figure eights. they gradually shift into circles—and he’s buried deep deep deep, pounding into your cunt rawly until he ends up shooting blanks again. you end up finishing too, and it feels like a deep sigh you are finally letting go. shockwaves and electricity pierce through every nerve and vein through your body, and your mouth drops open��feeling your teeth chatter once your hips back their way up against him in reverse.

geto’s body underneath you immediately shudders and oh- he’s whimpering, feeling the weight of your rickety hips steady.

as his mouth grows dryly arid, geto lets off a weary ‘phew’ as the core muscles in his abs tighten.

viciously thin ropes of cum shoot into you. globs of it seep deep inside of you, watching as your cunt sloppily spits remnants of it on its tip—coating the shriveled-up base of his cock that’s been perfectly milked. “b.. baby,” he hoarsely groans, hands still stuck to each side of your hips.

it was such a pretty sight — your cunt remained stuffed full with buttery ribbons of cum that ran down your thighs before he spanks your ass.

“jus’ . . gimme a minute. think your pussy really hah- broke me,” and geto gives the right of your ass cheek its final needy squeeze before sighing in defeat. “f- fuuuuck, girl.”

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐, 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠

a first shower together that starts with a fight over water temperature… he might grumble through everything but yeah, he’s kind of a softie if you know where to look!

Bakugo’s breathing was a low, steady murmur as he lay on his side, one arm tucked beneath the pillow and the other lazily brushing your waist under the T-shirt that, by pure coincidence, happened to be his. His half-lidded eyes barely bothered to open, far too comfortable in that shared laziness, in that wordless truce where neither of you had the slightest intention of getting up.

Minutes passed like that, waiting for the other to break the spell with a simple phrase: "I'll make breakfast." But this time, it was you who shattered the silence... with something totally unexpected.

"Wanna shower together?"

You turned to face him, cheek half-buried in the pillow, looking at him calmly, like you'd just asked if he wanted toast or cereal.

"What?"

"Wanna shower together?" you repeated, unfazed.

Bakugo stared at you in silence. It wasn’t the nudity that set him on alert. It was the mental image. The two of you, skin to skin under the water, no context of passion, no excuses. Just... together. Vulnerable. Comfortable. Almost domestic. A part of him wanted to say no. Out of instinct, out of pride, out of not knowing how to deal with that much tenderness so early in the morning.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue and sat up. "Like you'd actually let me say no."

The bathroom filled with the sound of water hitting tile. He avoided looking directly at you, his eyes flicking to the ceiling, the floor, the showerhead. You noticed. The way he pressed his lips together, the twitch in his jaw, the crack of his knuckles as he clenched and released his fists.

"What, you shy now?" you asked, one eyebrow raised, amused.

"Shut the hell up!" he snapped, turning his back to you as he stepped under the water. "Just... hurry up."

But as soon as you turned on the faucet, the inevitable happened. A stream of steam started rising quickly, fogging up the mirror, clouding the air. Bakugo stepped back like he’d just been shoved.

"What the fuck is this?!" he barked, brow furrowed and damp hair stuck to his forehead.

"The perfect temp for a proper bath," you answered, stepping in with a calm smile. "Not everything has to be ice and torture, Katsuki."

"Perfect?! This shit's straight outta hell," he huffed, dodging the water like it was acid. His skin was starting to flush, not from embarrassment, but from the heat.

"Maybe you're just too damn sensitive," you said, turning slowly under the water, letting it slide down your neck, shoulders, back. You knew he was watching now. You knew because he stopped talking.

Bakugo swallowed hard again. His eyes dipped for a second, tracing the curve of your waist, the wet strands clinging to your back. He hated himself a little for it. Hated even more the way his chest ached with softness at the sight of you, so carefree, so you.

"You're gonna boil me alive," he muttered, but stepped back under the water, growling low.

"Drama queen."

"This ain’t drama! This is a damn demon sauna! How are you enjoying this?"

"Same way you enjoy suffering with freezing cold showers."

And that’s how it started.

A dumb fight, yeah. You tried adjusting the water while he, quick as a shadow, moved the handle to cool it. Your fingers bumped into his, both of you dripping, slipping, shoving each other with laughter hidden behind grunts and grumbles.

"Katsuki!"

"Hell no! You’re not boiling my balls off!"

"Drama queen!"

"Soft-ass!"

"Stubborn!"

And then, without meaning to, you slipped a little as you turned to reach him, but his arm caught you in a flash. He held you steady with a firm grip on your waist, his other palm braced on your back, pulling you close.

There was a second of silence.

The water was warm now. Your forehead pressed against his chest. His chin rested on your head. Both of you soaked, heated, vulnerable.

"You're hopeless," he muttered, not even angry. "Always makin’ me act like a damn idiot..."

And then, silently, without another word, he turned the shower knob.

The water, which had been a battlefield until now, shifted. It wasn’t lukewarm anymore. Not completely cold either. It was warm. Hotter than he liked. Closer to your preference. Your comfort zone.

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[danikamariewrites]

Could you do ACOTAR men x reader headcanons where how they would react/ respond to reader shoving her cold hands up their shirts?

My hands and feet are always cold so I always have my hands in my pockets or in between my thighs. And I always have some hot hands packs in my jacket during the colder months.

As I am typing this, I’m waiting for my socks to finish warming up in the dryer so my feet are warm 😀

Always so Cold

ACOTAR Men x reader

A/n: I’m always cold too anon and this weather is killing me bc of my Raynaud’s. I hope your socks are nice and toasty babes 🥰

Also @redbleedingrose did one like this a while ago and I reread it all the time it's so good (along with literally everything else she writes) you can read it here

Warnings: none

Rhysand

He would be working when you come into his office and you’d innocently start rubbing his shoulders

Your hands go lower and lower until you shove your frozen fingers down his shirt

Rhys let out a small scream, “Why are your hands always freezing!?” You let out a giggle as you rub them against his chest trying to soak up his warmth

He pulls your hands out from his shirt, leading you to sit on his lap

Your shivering at this point from the loss of heat which does not go unnoticed by your mate

“My darling, you’re freezing come here.” You sit on his lap as Rhys pulls you into his chest. “A little.”

Rhys scoffs lifting you up going to sit by the fire. “Warm yet my love?” You pretend to think for a moment before shaking your head. “Nope. I think we should go to bed and snuggle.” Rhys lets out a laugh kissing your forehead. “That sounds like a great idea darling.”

Cassian

Cass is just minding is business making a snack in the kitchen when you sneak up behind him

You plaster your hands on the back of his neck and he drops what’s in his hands letting out a shocked sound

Cassian pulled away and turned to look at your silly smile

“Why!? And why are you always so gods damned cold?” You let out a loud laugh and move to shove your hands up his shirt

You hug him and keep your hands against his warm skin. Cassian hugs you, rubbing your back to warm you up. “Why don’t we go snuggle on the couch, I’ll make hot cocoa too.”

You let out a hum, “that sounds perfect.” Cass shoos you away so he can make your drinks and snack

Azriel

Az would know when you're sneaking up on him thanks to his shadows

He lets you get close but at the last second Azriel spins around and grabs your wrists. You let out a squeal of surprise as your mate pulls you into his chest

"You will not get me with those icicles you call hands again." He says laughing with you as you try to break free from Az's grip

"But Azzy! I'm cold and need you to warm me up." You give him a fake pout while trying to hold back your laughter

Az lets out an exaggerated sigh, "Fine. I guess we should go upstairs and get you bundled up." "Can I have your hoodie that I love?" "Of course you can." He says placing a soft kiss on your head

Lucien

Lu is so unbothered by your cold hands so he always lets you grab at him

He just raises his body temp more making it so you're suuper warm

He hates that you get so cold. While you make jokes about it he is genuinely concered becuase no one should be that cold all the time

When you do come up to him Lucien insists you snuggle on the couch

You lay on top of him and Lucien wraps you up in a blanet, using his powers to become your personal heater

Usually you end up falling asleep perfectly toasty

Eris

Eris just lets you put your hands up his shirt and your hands wander all over his torso

He just looks down at you with a fake annoyed look

You smile at him knowing that he's worried about you and your cold hands

He carefully removes your hands bringing them up to his mouth leaving soft kisses across the back of your hands

"Here my love." Eris whispered, encasing your hands in his, warming them with his powers

You lean into Eris to absorb more warmth

The lordling kisses the crown of your head lightly whsipering sweet nothings

[nicksolemnlyswears]

TWO IS COMPANY, THREE IS A CROWD

SWEET TREAT

pairing: opla!zoro x reader, opla!sanji x reader

word count: 1.7k

warning: 18+, smut, swearing, penetration (p in v), fingering, slight vouyerism (?), very little spit play, zoro has a biting and pain kink

a/n: i want to preface this by saying that i have never seen the original anime 'one piece'. if you have watched it and you think the character are super ooc i apologize but i warned you.

i watched the netflix live action and i fell in love with it and its characters. i liked it a lot more than i ever thought. as soon as i finished it this prompt came into my head and here i am 24 hours later.

this is my first time writing about opla so please be kind to me :')

With everyone on the crew busy you have the perfect opportunity to slip into the cabin Zoro and Sanji share. Your green haired boyfriend waits for you on his hanging bed. He has an arm thrown around his eyes, pretending to take a nap.

You slide your shoes off and saunter to the bed where you straddle his relaxed body and lean over his chest. The pads of your fingers playfully trace his exposed chest. He calmly removes his arm from his eyes and wraps it around you instead. A soft grin adorns his sharp features.

He heard you coming down the hall, he knows the difference in the steps of his crew mates. That and he noticed your heated stare throughout the day while he practiced with his swords. A book may have been in your hands but your eyes were locked on his figure.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper with a bite of your lip.

“Missed me already?” Zoro smirks, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger.

He's surprised it took you more than ten minutes to seek him out. He had been expecting you to barge through the door as soon as he walked in. Guess he has to give you more credit than that.

“Desperately,” you say, catching his lips with yours in a heated kiss.

He knows what you want. The escape to his room in pretense of a nap was all a ruse to get you in his bed. And you followed the unspoken plan seamlessly. Your absence on deck went nearly unnoticed.

Zoro's hands firmly grasp your thick thighs, pulling you flush against him. You moan into his mouth as one of your hands gets tangled in his hair. The other runs up and down his chest, feeling the scar left behind from a duel and his hard muscles.

You love his strong hands and how they cling to your body whenever you’re near. His touch is hot on your skin, leaving blazing flames of arousal behind. The callouses in his hands add to the sensations coursing through you.

His fingers teasingly play with the hem of your skirt, lifting it to touch the skin underneath. He cheekily gives your ass a squeeze before grabbing a fistful of your dress and taking it completely off your body.

It forces you to break your kiss yet a string of saliva connects the two of you. Zoro watches this with lustful eyes, lips smashing back against yours, teeth nipping your bottom lip.

Zoro sits up with you still on his lap, holding onto his strong shoulders. Against your protests he pulls away, glancing at your nearly naked body.

"Tsk." He should’ve known you wouldn’t be wearing a bra, you tend to avoid the tight garment as much as possible. You smile cheekily at him, playfully arching your back to temp him into taking what he wants.

Just like in his day to day, Zoro is quiet in bed. Opting to make you moan and cry out his name. All you get from him are quiet hums of approval, grunts and the occasional swear word.

With one hand holding you in place, he lifts his other hand to grasp at your soft flesh. Your nipples perk up feeling his warm touch and Zoro takes advantage of that as he lightly pinches them between the pads of his fingers and pulls on them.

You watch his concentrated face with your lip between your teeth, holding back moans. Your breaths are shaky something he can clearly feel as he leaves open mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck and chest, sucking pretty bruises on your skin.

Your hips begin grinding lightly against his to try and somewhat relieve yourself. Zoro is in no rush though as he takes his time sucking a nipple into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. That's when he looks up at you and catches your eye. He mischievously shoots you a wink and bites down on your nipple.

"Fuck," you cry out in pleasure as he soothes the ache with his tongue.

Zoro quiets you down by kissing you once more. While you're distracted his touch trails down between your legs.

“Been wanting this a while, huh?” He teases, feeling the strings of your arousal coating your panties.

“All day,” you pant, planting another kiss on his lips.

“Thought you got your fix this morning,” he mentions casually, tilting his head. He's feeling you though the thin material, outlining every part of you as it clings to your skin.

“Not enough,” you pout, leaning your forehead against his.

“Typical,” he scoffs. “Let me take care of you.”

Your underwear easily snaps with a tug of his fingers. You glare at him disapprovingly. He laughs it off, kissing the pout from your lips. Then Zoro dips his finger in your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness without a barrier to hold him back. With your eyes scrunched in pleasure your head drops on his shoulder, begging in his ear to keep touching you. To give you more.

He circles your clit as his other hand touches the rest of your body. His hand grips your side, your chest, your thighs, it has a mind of its own as it does as it pleases with your body. Zoro bites your shoulder as he pushes one of his long fingers in you. He's always been one to play with the limits of pain and pleasure.

"Yes, Zoro. Baby, please." Your begging is chopped and incoherent but he understands what he needs without you telling him.

One finger becomes two and soon your hips rock along to the pace. You've returned to kissing his lips to keep quiet. The crew should be outside, out of earshot but you can never be too cautious. The only noise in the cabin is the squelching coming from Zoro's finger in your pussy and the smacking of your lips.

His digits curve just how you like it, hitting that spot inside of you as his palm hits your clit with each push. He's relentless once his teasing comes to a halt. Over and over Zoro sends jolts of electricity through you.

You're slumped in his lap as your hips ride his fingers. Your forehead falls against his as you try to keep your whines to a minimum. You whisper praises and words of encouragement until that knot in your stomach begins unraveling.

“Gonna cum,” you cry out. You bury your fingers in his hair and his back as your walls begin to contract around his fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” Zoro praises, feeling your pussy clench rhythmically around his fingers. Your thighs shake just the same, wave after wave.

You're flushed atop of Zoro, catching your breath. His fingers leave you but then soon come to rest on your bitten-red lips. You open them willingly, tasting yourself on his fingers as you lock eyes with him.

As he pulls his fingers back you say, “I wanna ride you, Zoro. Can I?”

"You can handle it, baby? All on your own?" He asks, teasing you. He's being a little shit who wants to give you a hard time.

You eagerly nod, unbuttoning his tight pants and taking them off along with his shirt. His cock is hard and pretty. He has a nice length but is more on the thicker side. You release a shaky breath remembering the delicious stretch it provides. The tip of his cock is a dark pink always enticing you to lick it.

“Get it wet for me baby,” he orders you as he lies back in bed with his arms folded behind his head.

You're wet enough to take him but Zoro likes to watch you drool over his cock. Grabbing his cock that lays hard on his abdomen, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting a strip of saliva fall down to his cock. His precum and your saliva mix as you wrap your hand around him to spread it.

You look to him for approval and he nods. You adjust yourself over him, pussy hovering over his erect cock. You line him up and press his tip on your entrance, letting it gather your arousal.

With your patience running thin you sink down slowly, taking inch after inch. The sting of him stretching you out unmistakably erotic. Zoro's eyes jump from watching your fucked out expression to your pussy swallowing his dick.

Your eyebrows furrow and your mouth falls agape as you fall flush against him. The dark patch of hair at his base tickling your thighs. You could cry from how good you're feeling and the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

His palms caress your thighs, encouraging you. It's a silent praise for doing it so well. You feel Zoro thrust from under you, a sign you should start riding him.

"Fuck," Zoro silently curses as his eyes zone in on your tits bouncing along with you. His hand instantly reaches out, flicking and pulling on your nipples.

"Zoro," you moan, hands splayed on his stomach, bracing yourself. With each bounce you feel him hitting that spot, again and again.

Unlike Zoro, you are not physically strong. You can't fight for hours without breaking a sweat so it's no surprise you start getting tired. Your thigh muscles ache, making your movement sloppy. Each time you slow down though he spanks you, making you jump and pick the pace back up.

Zoro could do more to help you but he doesn't feel like it. He likes seeing how far you'll go to get what you want. You just want to use him for your pleasure and he's letting you do just that. He has enough controlling himself to not nut so soon from the vice grip your cunt has on his cock.

Getting frustrated with Zoro's spanks you grab his hands pining them down on his stomach with yours. Any other day it would've been far from enough, but he lets you be.

You're no quitter though you won't let Zoro take over so instead you choose to rock your hips back and forth. The pleasure is just the same as your clit drags on his pubic bone. Your eyes close and your head is thrown back as you get used to the new sensation. Chasing your release is the only thing on your mind.

“Came to say dinner is ready but you two seem busy,” a voice speaks from the door. Sanji.

He's watching the spectacle in front of him. He should've known you were up to no good when he noticed your absence in the kitchen. You often like to keep him company and help him out wherever you can.

“S-sanji,” your eyes widen in surprise. Even from across the room Sanji can hear the lewd noises your wet cunt makes with each movement.

“You did a shit job this morning,” Zoro grunts as your walls choke his cock more than before. Sanji watching the two of you will do that to you.

Sanji walks up to the bed saying, “It’s not my fault she’s insatiable. I had her screaming into her pillow this morning. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He asks, grabbing your chin with two fingers.

"Yes," you breathe out, looking up at your other boyfriend. Sanji rewards you with a slow kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Zoro watches the two of you, rolling his eyes.

"Hmm," he mutters, "Good girl."

Sanji inspects you with calculating eyes. His finger follows his gaze as it wanders from your cheek to the mark on your neck he left this morning, it continues to your shoulder where it circles around the bite mark Zoro just created. It continues its descent down your sternum as he avoids touching your chest. As he nears your slit his finger lifts from your skin and a smack is delivered to your ass. How he wishes he can switch with Zoro at that moment. It's of no matter though he'll have you in his bed later in the night.

"Join us," you beg Sanji, trying to chase his lips but he pulls back. "Want both of you."

That same sentence is what got you in this predicament in the first place. Both men were attracted to you and you were attracted to both of them. It was too hard to choose one over the other so you all made a relatively simple agreement.

"I'm afraid I can't, darling," Sanji apologetically smiles, giving you one last kiss. “Finish up soon or Luffy won't leave any food for the two of you.” he says, leaving the room once more.

The last thing he catches is Zoro flipping you over to your knees, your chest pressed against the mattress and your surprised expression as he pushes back into you. Zoro loves when you take the lead, but it's time he takes things back into his own hands if either of you wants to have dinner.

[givemefevrr]

I just read your dom!enha post and jake ?? mr sim ?? the thought of him being possessive ??? ugh I'm the weakest soldier out there !! him seeing you run into your ex and just have a simple convo yet he gets moody af for the few next days without telling why he's suddenly like this then all this ending up in an angry sex ?? pleaseeeeeeee write it in your words I can't do this myself !!! love you in advance

- 🌷 anon

Is It Him or Me? (NSFW)

Pairings: possessive dom!Jake x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, light angst, rough sex, angry sex (all consentual), swearing, fingering, edging (?), cum eating (?), teasing, begging, overstimulation, kissing, dry humping, biting/marking, facials, pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc.), Heeseung is your ex

Jake is a great boyfriend. He absolutely adores you, and whenever you are out together, he always holds your hand and steals kisses whenever he can. And that's exactly what is occurring right now. 

Standing in line at a cafe, waiting to order, you couldn't help but giggle and squirm as Jake nuzzled into your neck, peppering your skin with soft, tickling kisses. Jake had been talking about bringing you here for months, as this was his favorite coffee joint, which he used to work at all through high school. It's on the other side of town, so it was a bit of a trip. But he chose the perfect day to bring you.

"Stop it, Jake, that tickles," you playfully protest, gently pushing him away amidst your laughter. 

With a grin and sparkling eyes, Jake teased, "But you love it when I tickle you," punctuating his words with a lingering kiss on your cheek.

Suppressing your laughter, you swatted at him. "Not in public, you goof," you replied, noticing amused glances from others in the line.

Jake chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours as he turned his attention to the menu. "So, what are you in the mood for?" he asked, excitement radiating from him–practically making him vibrate.

"Hmm, what would you recommend, Mr. Barista?" You asked, scanning the menu before smiling up at Jake.

Eyes lighting up, Jake exclaimed, "Vanilla latte, of course! That's what I'm getting. Their vanilla lattes are the best. Well, at least when I worked here, they were." 

You scoffed at his pride but ultimately decided on the vanilla latte. 

But then you saw him. The bell atop the door chimed, a gust of wind blowing into the cafe upon their entrance. The familiar man seemed to recognize you, too, as he locked eyes with you and walked over. 

It's your ex-boyfriend. 

It's not like the two of you left off on bad terms, but you guys haven't talked or seen each other since the breakup, making this incredibly awkward. 

"Hey," your ex greeted, approaching you with a friendly smile.

You glanced at Jake slightly before answering, the boy paying little attention to the conversation. Responding with forced nonchalance, you exchanged pleasantries, hoping the conversation would end soon.

"I didn't expect to run into you here," your ex continued, "It's quite a trip from Hillsdale, huh?"

It's weird, considering you both live in the same town, yet he coincidentally showed up in the same cafe, almost 45 minutes away, at the same time as you. 

"Yeah, it's just a day trip," you nod. 

He nods, too, the awkwardness becoming increasingly more apparent the longer the conversation continues. 

"So, how have you been? What have you been up to? You look good," he complimented, looking you up and down.

"Ah, I've been great. I finally got a temp job for that marketing company downtown," you smiled softly, proud of your achievements.

"That's amazing! Yeah, I work at a car dealership about 10 minutes away from this place now. What a coincidence, though," he chuckled, finally becoming aware of Jake standing beside him. "Who's this?"

"Oh, Jake. This is Heeseung," you glanced at Jake once more. "My ex," you added a bit quieter, noticing that you'd caught the attention of other people around you.

You could feel Jake's grip on your hand tightening upon hearing that Heeseung was your ex, but he said nothing–masking any discomfort with a forced smile. 

"Heeseung, this is my boyfriend, Jake." Heeseung looked like a deer in headlights, an embarrassed flush rising on his neck as he let out a matching embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, my bad, man. I didn't even know," he laughed, sticking a hand towards Jake for a truce.

Jake wore a small, forced smile and shook Heeseung's hand. "You're all good," he replied.

"Well, I'll leave you two be." Heeseung looked back at you. "We'll have to catch up again sometime," he said before walking to the back of the line. 

After he left, there was a silence between you and Jake. You leaned into his shoulder slightly, cuddling up to him, as cuddles always made him feel better. Feeling uncomfortable, you broke the silence and said, "Well, it was nice seeing him again, I guess."

Jake nodded but didn't say anything, his grip on your hand tightening as you both stood in line at the cafe.

When it was your turn to order, you excitedly ordered the vanilla latte Jake recommended. However, Jake didn't even bother getting anything for himself, even though this was allegedly his favorite place. He put a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and mumbled for the cashier to keep the change, around $15. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your drink was being made, you and Jake waited by the to-go station. When the kind barista boy handed you your drink and said, "Have a great day. I hope you enjoy the nice weather," you reached out to take it.

But Jake beat you to it, grabbing it from the boy and handing it to you instead. "Let's go," he said, practically dragging you out of the cafe. 

Trying not to spoil the date with his attitude, he suggested walking around the city to enjoy the weather.

He bought you some light pink and blue flowers from a small vendor, seeing you croon at them, knowing they were your favorite kind.

Next, you walked across a footbridge over a stream, asking Jake to take a picture of you with the beautiful view in the background. You walked, thinking about how Jake had the privilege of taking this beautiful path home from school every day. 

Finally, as the sun set, you both decided to stop at an ice cream shop. The shop's perimeters had a swinging chair facing a small body of water with fishing docks along the edges. You two sat on the swinging chair with your ice cream in hand, Jake having chosen not to get anything for himself once again.

He had been trying to make the day fun by buying you flowers and taking you to these nice places from his childhood. But even as he handed the flowers to you, you saw his expression falter. Even as he walked across the bridge with you, he hadn't even told you that story about him taking the bridge path home from school–you made that up yourself to fill the gaps of what wasn't spoken. And even as he sits with you now, he sits on the other side of the swing, resting on his chin in his hand on the armrest. His sulky mood and his distance are so unlike him.

Jake had tried not to ruin the date, but his emotions were still visible despite his efforts.

You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for the "wonderful" day. But he remained quiet, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your gaze. 

And he said nothing on the car ride home as well, only having a hand attached to your thigh as he drove silently. 

–

Jake was certainly in some sort of mood, as his behavior persisted for the next few days. 

He became increasingly distant, his temper flaring at the most minor inconveniences. If he ran out of milk for his cereal, he'd fly into a rage to the point tears would well up in his eyes as he curled up on the floor in frustration for hours. 

He seemed to withdraw from you completely, barely initiating hugs or kisses like he used to. You tried to talk to him and understand what was happening, but he remained tight-lipped, shutting you out of whatever bothered him.

Almost every night ended with him laying in your lap, upset at something to the point he's shaking, and you running your hands through his hair to try to calm him down. He'd eventually fall asleep in your lap, only to be up and gone elsewhere before you woke up in the morning. 

Then, one day, something happened that pushed Jake over the edge. It was one of those nights you found yourself playing with his hair, trying to soothe him as he wrestled with his inner demons.

It was almost bedtime, and you wore only one of his baggy t-shirts and underwear, as you usually did for bed. You were on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, when a notification popped up. It was from your ex—he was trying to follow you. 

You hesitated, reading it, and weren't planning on accepting the request, yet Jake must have thought otherwise. He tensed up upon seeing the notification. 

And moments later, he was sitting upright, his arms practically caging you between him and the couch cousin, kissing you roughly, placing your phone on the floor. You weren't against his sudden switch-up, as you haven't gotten a kiss from him in almost a week now. 

You opened your mouth as he asked for entrance, tonguing at your lips. And as he deepened the kiss, he began moving, causing you to chase his lips, following his movements. He lifted you off the couch, carrying you to your room, refusing to let go of your lips, and once he met the edge of your bed, he immediately plopped you down and crawled on top of you, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting dark marks into your skin. 

"I fucking hate him," Jake grunted into your neck, his voice muffled, and you barely just caught what he said. 

A lightbulb lit up in your head. Ah, that makes sense. 

"Is that why you've been in such a mood lately? Because of one interaction I had with Heeseung, who I haven't thought about for years?" you asked, lifting his head up from your skin.

Jake's eyes bore into yours, filled with anger and frustration. "Don't say his name," he commanded, his mood worsening. So, you decided not to press the issue further, realizing that mentioning Heeseung's name only fueled Jake's anger.

Jake ducked back to your neck, lips trailing down. His kisses became more urgent as he pushed your shirt up, revealing your skin underneath. His hands roamed up the sides of your body, his touch desperate and needy. You could feel the intensity of his emotions in every kiss, every touch.

Jake continued to kiss down your chest, his movements almost rushed. His hands roamed over your back, slipping up the back of your sports bra. 

"Off–" He grunted, already pushing your shirt up and off your shoulders along with the bra, leaving you only in your underwear. "Take it all off."

His mouth immediately connected back to your skin, biting your shoulder and kissing all the way down to your chest, where he took his time marking you up. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently guiding and reassuring him with your touch. Despite his roughness, Jake's actions were vulnerable.

His hands gripped your hips and thighs and squeezed roughly, his fingers definitely leaving bruises. You tugged on his shirt, to which he willingly took it off, yet eager to return to your skin. 

"Mine…" Jake kissed down your chest to your stomach, mumbling the word repeatedly. "You're mine. Say it." Jake's voice was low, his gaze on you dark, staring at your body with pure rage and hunger. 

"I'm yours," you giggled. You had never seen him like this before and found it slightly endearing. 

But he wasn't having any of that. "This isn't a fucking joke. Say it." he scolded, gripping your face and effectively grabbing your attention. "Say that you're mine and not… not his…" 

Yet with the way he squeezed your cheeks with one hand–pushing your lips out, making you look stupid–there was no way for you to coherently do as he asked. But you try nonetheless. 

With a whimper, looking right into his blown-out pupils, you said, "I'm yours. O-only yours, I promise," as best you could. 

His possessiveness only turned you on more, and you could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch. Satisfied with the response, his lips crashed back down onto yours hungrily. He growled against your lips, letting go of your face and using that hand to roam down your body, his fingers hovering outside your panties. 

You squeaked into his mouth, thrashing slightly as his thumb rubbed hard at your clit, overstimulating you. 

He pinned your hips down on the mattress to prevent you from squirming, continuing his administrations with a sick grin on his lips. You watched his face as his anger turned into lust, fueled by pure jealousy. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against his hand.

Smirking, he added more pressure to your clit, causing you to try to writhe even more. 

"More," you whimper almost inaudibly. 

"Hm?" Jake asked, as if he didn't hear you. But with the look on his face, you could tell that he did. "You want me to stop?" You whimpered softly, shaking your head and reaching for his hand.

Despite that, he stopped touching where you needed it the most, earning a whine and more squirming, even though he's not touching you anymore. 

"N-no, please don't stop," you whined, reaching for his wrist and pulling it back to your heat.

He just looked at you condescending as you humped his hand, and if you were in a normal state of mind, you would have had enough social awareness to stop–but you were far too horny right now.

"Please," you begged again, looking up at him with eyes glossed over with need, your hips bucking against his hand as you desperately tried to get more friction. 

Jake smirked at your eagerness before giving you mercy, pulling your panties off and sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp. He grunted in response, returning to trailing hot kisses on your skin. You could feel his teeth grazing over your skin, knowing that by the time he's done, you'll be covered in bruises for days. 

And that only turned you on even more.

"Oh god–" your breath hitches in your throat, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

"You like that, don't you, baby? My fingers inside you?" he purred, watching as you twitched and whined beneath him. "You love how I make you feel, how I can make you fall apart with just my fingers."

"Yes, so good– Fuck," you moaned, arching your back in pleasure as he added another finger and began to thrust harder and curl his fingers just how you like it, stretching you and filling you in a way that only he could. His other hand pressed against your lower stomach, the pressure making you even more sensitive.

"He doesn't know how to fucking touch you like I do," Jake rasped, his voice laced with arrogance. "I know just by the way you came so hard the first time I fingered you–there's no way that fucker has made you cum before. Only I can make you feel this good." 

You could only nod wordlessly, unable to form a coherent sentence. Jake loved every second of it, the smug smirk never leaving his face. Your hands reach down to his sweatpants, trying to undo them.

"You want it so bad, don't you?" He cocked his head to the side, almost condescending. You frantically nod, hoping he'll just give you what you want like he usually does. And you get hopeful with how Jake chuckles darkly and pulls his pants down a bit, exposing his throbbing cock. 

You mewled a bit as he pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied look. He positions himself at your entrance and leans over you, his face inches from yours. But his following words crush all hope, and you know you'll have to do more begging. "Do you want me? Or do you want him?"

"You," the desperation in your voice was clear and urgent. "Please. I don't want Heesueng, only want you. Just you–" 

But before you can finish begging, Jake slams into you, filling you completely.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking say his name?" His hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to pump into you, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. He doesn't hold back, his pace rough and frantic with all his pent-up rage and jealousy.

You let out a moan, arching your back. Jake was rough, and it was shocking. But oh, it felt good. It felt better than anyone you had been with before. Jake knew your body so well and knew exactly how to make you lose control. 

You dig your nails into his shoulders, neither caring about the deep red marks as you press into his skin. Your walls clench around him, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of sanity. 

Jake's voice breaks during one of his moans. "C-can't believe he saw you like this before. I f-fucking hate him. Only I'm allowed to see you like this," he pants and his movements become sloppy, holding your hips down tightly as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. And his movements continued to get more and more desperate, his words becoming incoherent as he kept mentioning your ex. 

You could feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten as you were pushed closer and closer to your breaking point. "P-please, m' gonna–" you gasp, clenching your teeth together as Jake's cock hits just the right spot inside you.

He uses a hand that was holding your hip to rub circles over your clit, trying to coax you to your orgasm. He then moves his other hand back to your lower belly, pressing down on it hard, like he did earlier. He hadn't done this before tonight, but you wish he had because you can feel his cock pressing against all the right spots even more now. You can't help but feel a bit jealous yourself, wondering who he learned that from. 

But regardless, the added stimulation sent you over the edge, your body shaking as you came hard around Jake's cock, pulling some stray swears from him. 

But Jake wasn't done with you yet. He kept fucking you, even as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation. You could barely form a coherent thought as he continued to pound into you, his own release still building inside him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he grunted, his thrusts becoming shorter and rougher. "My pretty girl. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face."

And with one final hard thrust, he pulled out, maneuvering himself to jerk off over your face. 

You were cock drunk at this point, and your face must have shown this, as Jake chuckled deeply. He cooed, brushing his hand on your cheek and wiping away tears you didn't know had fallen. "Awe, who did this to you? Who's got you all fucked out like this?"

And you finally made out a broken "you" through your whines and panting. 

"Yeah, that's right," your response makes his grin widen, seemingly with pride. "Me, not him," Jake spoke as if trying to convince himself more than you. 

It only takes a couple more tugs before his hot release splatters across your face, his moans and deep laughter mixed with one another as he comes down from his high. 

When he's done, he crawls to lay next to you, seemingly a whole new person. 

His puppy-like personality is back, wearing the loving smile he always has when looking at you as he wipes his cum off your face with the corner of your sheets. 

Afterwards, he peppers your face and lips with soft kisses, speaking equally soft words. "I'm sorry, baby," he nestles up next to you as you do the same thing, a small smile on your face, still kind of out of it. Was that too much? I've just been so moody lately because of…yeah."

"No, I just wish you'd talk to me and not let everything build up." You pout, placing your palm on his cheek before snorting out a laugh. "Not that it wasn't amazing. I've never seen you so possessive–it was hot."

He giggled at this, too, a soft blush rising in the apple of his cheeks. 

"But really, talk to me next. You aren't okay after something like that. Okay?"

"Gotcha," He scoffs before peppering you with kisses all over again.

Ahh!! I guess your my first anon 🌷 :)

Also, apologies for the insane word count, I yap a lot as you can tell 😅

[strawb3rryg2l]

How to lose 'Bob' in 10 Days, Part 3

Characters: Bob x Y/N, Robert Reynolds x Y/N, Sentry x Y/N, The Void x Y/N

Summary: You thought you'd lost, your husband, Robert Reynolds forever. Consumed by the Void and the chaos it left behind. But then you woke up in a world not your own. One where he's alive. Where he goes by Bob. Where he doesn't know you. To him, you’re a stranger. You have 10 days to lose him, before everything falls apart. But the cracks are already forming. Time stutters. Reality bends. And something followed you here, something made of grief, memory, and everything you refused to let die. As you try to lose Bob in 10 days, the world unravels with every lie you tell yourself. You’ll have to make an impossible choice: hold on to the man you love, or face the truth and finally let him go. Because if you don’t... this world won’t just end. You might go with it.

Word Count: 2,355

Warnings: A dark twisted version of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, spooky, creepy, Spoilers maybe? (Please let me know if I should add anymore.)

Note from the author: This is my work, and I will be posting on here and @ strawb3rrygal on Archivesofourown. Keep in mind these are my ONLY TWO accounts. Please feel free to reblog if you like it! I've been working on this one as I write my other fic 'The Temp' which you can also check out if you'd like.

New here? Go back in time -> Part 1 , Part 2

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Y/N jolted upright in bed, heart racing. Sunlight poured in through the blinds too bright, too clean, casting perfect white lines across her comforter. Her mouth was dry. Her limbs were heavy. Her thoughts were a foggy mess.

She blinked slowly, trying to swallow the thick lump of confusion in her throat.

Her bedroom looked… normal. Unmoved. The cotton sheets tangled around her legs. Her shoes neatly by the door. Her purse on the hook. A small breeze floated in through the cracked window, lifting the corner of an unpaid bill on her desk. And yet—

She couldn’t remember how she got here.

She tried to retrace it, like stepping backward through a dream, but every memory frayed at the edges. The bar, the hallway, the writing on the wall. Bob leaning in to whisper something in her ear. And then…nothing. She had no memory of calling a cab, or unlocking her door. Just that oppressive electric music still ringing in her ears, and a vague, crushing weight in her chest.

Y/N ran a hand over her face. God, did I dream all of that?

She dropped her head back against the pillow with a groan, staring up at the ceiling like it might answer her. She stretched and turned to her left side sighing briefly. And then she saw it. A photo. On her nightstand. Her stomach clenched. She reached for it with a shaky hand.

It was the same photograph from the basement. A candid shot, her Robert, smiling in the sun, caught mid-laugh. She hadn’t seen this photo in years. So it wasn’t a dream. Her breath hitched. She brought the picture closer, inspecting every detail. The old brown leather jacket he loved, the softness in his eyes, the worn paper edges… And then, like something tightening around her ribcage, she remembered the number.

Slowly, she looked down at her hand.

There it was, faint, almost smudged in parts, but still visible etched into the skin of her arm in his handwriting. A number. His number. The one she’d told herself she wouldn’t text. She exhaled hard, chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breath. Her skin felt clammy with adrenaline. This wasn’t just a strange night. Something was happening. And it wasn’t done with her yet.

She stared at the number on her arm.

Her phone sat just inches away, silent, unassuming, the portal to something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Y/N reached for it slowly, her thumb hovering above the screen, heart thudding against her ribs. What if he doesn’t answer?Worse what if he does? She hesitated a moment longer, then took a shaky breath and typed the number in. It felt like dialing a ghost.

The call rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each second stretched like wire.

“Hello?”

His voice. It wasn’t over the top, not dramatic. Just... tired. Cautious. Deep, a little hoarse like he’d just woken up or hadn’t slept at all. Her mouth went dry.

“Bob?”

A pause.

“Yeah.” His voice sharpened slightly. “Who is this?”

She swallowed. Her grip tightened on the phone.

“It’s Y/N.”

Another pause. This one deeper. He said nothing. But she could feel the weight of the silence growing.

“I— I think we talked last night,” she continued. “At the bar. You gave me your number.”

Silence.

Then, carefully. “I don’t remember giving anyone my number.”

Her pulse spiked. “You… don’t?” she asked.

“No. And I don’t usually write on people’s skin.” There was a shift in his tone now, no longer just cautious. He sounded unsettled. Like something was clicking together in his head that he didn’t like. She had a distant memory of Robert, her husband, when they first met he hadn’t touched her. Not once. At the time, he was still trying to understand how to control his power, as to not push anyone into a ‘shame’ room.

“I woke up with your number on my arm,” she said, more firmly now. “And I have a photo of… My— my… Someone I knew. From the room. Downstairs. The one that’s not supposed to exist.”

He was quiet for so long she thought the call had dropped. But then he exhaled. Slow. Controlled.

“Where are you right now?” he asked.

“My apartment.”

“Don’t go anywhere. Don’t talk to anyone else about this.” Another beat. “I’m coming over.”

The line went dead. Y/N lowered the phone slowly, staring down at it like it had just turned to ice in her hand. She was alone again. But not for long.

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The knock on her door came at 10:04 a.m., exactly twenty seconds after she’d realized she wasn’t wearing pants.Y/N froze on her living room floor, clutching a spoonful of peanut butter and staring at the front door like it had personally betrayed her.

She blinked at the front door like it might vanish if she stared hard enough. Another knock came, a bit louder this time. She glanced down at herself, sleep shirt and avocado pajama shorts that. Perfect. She shuffled to the peephole, spoon of peanut butter still in hand. When she saw who it was, she almost dropped it.

Bob.

Dressed in all black, just like the night before. Except now he was holding a brown paper bag. His expression was unreadable, somewhere between “I brought you breakfast” and “I may or may not be a government experiment.” He knocked again. A polite three-tap rhythm, like someone trying to appear normal but still bearing the weight of weird.

Y/N cracked the door. “You.”

He tilted his head. “Me.”

They stared at each other. The tension wasn’t heavy. It was… curious. Bob raised the bag. “I brought croissants. Thought they’d go with your existential crisis.”

“You assume I’m having one.”

“You answered the door holding peanut butter like it was a weapon.”

Touché. She sighed and stepped aside. “Fine. But keep your shoes on. My place isn’t clean enough for barefoot intimacy.”

He shuffled in a little awkwardly, shoulders hunched, looking around her apartment. “You’re surprisingly awake for someone who, and I quote, ‘bolted from the physical plane’ last night.” He chattered lightly.

“I don’t remember getting home… or telling you that.”

He glanced around. “Do you always black out after tequila and ghost warnings, or was that just a Thursday thing?”

She followed him with narrowed eyes. “You’re awfully chipper for someone who may or may not have been haunting my dreams.”

“Listen,” he said, plopping onto the edge of her couch, “Haunting is not my style”

He placed the croissant bag on the coffee table and looked around. His gaze landed on the framed photo on her nightstand. The photo. Robert. Her Robert. Still smiling from inside the silver frame like nothing had changed, like he wasn’t dead, like he hadn’t been ripped from her life like a page torn mid-sentence.

Bob stood slowly, walking toward it. His hand hovered over the frame. She reacted instinctively. “Don’t touch that.”

He paused but didn’t look away. “I’ve seen him before.”

Her throat tightened. “I’ve seen him. In my sleep. Or somewhere close to it.”

She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t even told Bob who that man was. That it was him, a version of him. Blonde, blue eyes, different style, still they were different versions of the same peron. But before she could question him further, he turned to her and pointed to her arm. “That’s my phone number?”

She blinked. Then looked down. There, still faint but undeniably real, was a string of digits scrawled across her wrist in looping cursive. His number. Her voice dropped. “That’s your handwriting?”

He made a face. “Please. I write like a gremlin with caffeine withdrawal. That’s practically calligraphy.”

She exhaled shakily and sat down across from him. “This is insane.”

A silence settled between them, not awkward, not quite heavy, just real. Like the air had agreed to hold its breath while they figured this out. Then his stomach growled. Loudly. “Okay, spooky energy aside,” he said, brightening a little, “can we please eat one of these croissants before I start chewing on your decorative candles?”

She laughed, surprising herself. “Fine.” A beat. “This is a really weird morning.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he rummaged through the paperbag, taking out croissants. He had gone to the kitchen, and placed a paper towel neatly on the counter as to not leave crumbs everywhere. It was hard. He looked like the man she loved and lost.

Bob handed her a croissant and gave her a half-smile.

She accepted it and chewed in silence for a moment, her mind racing. None of this should be happening. And yet… somehow, having Bob in her apartment, cracking dumb jokes, made her feel a little less like the world was spinning out of control. He leaned back, balancing a mug she hadn’t even realized he poured. “So, what’s the plan?”

“For what?”

“For this ridiculous ten-day dating challenge you’re secretly trying to run on me. Don’t look shocked. I remembered. You went on and on in the phone call about how you’d try to make me fall for you and then dump me for work. It felt very network TV.”

She stared at him, stunned. She could not remember telling him that. “And you still showed up?”

He shrugged. “Croissants. Mild haunting… A cute girl.” He said shyly. “I’ve said yes for less.”

Y/N blinked. Then laughed. For the first time in days, no, months, she actually laughed. The weight of grief, confusion, fear… it didn’t vanish. But it shifted, just a little. Like maybe, just maybe, there was room in her chest for something else. Like hope.

Bob was halfway through his second croissant by the time they decided maybe leaving her apartment and going out for a walk and some coffee was a good idea.

“I mean, if we’re going to pretend to fall in love and crash spectacularly,” he said, mouth still partially full, “we might as well do it with some caramel machiattos.”

Y/N raised a brow. “You’re very comfortable being manipulated.”

“It’s coffee, not a blood pact. And hey, maybe I’m manipulating you. Ever think of that?”

“Is that a threat or a flirt?”

“Yes.”

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Y/N had a strategy. She’d written it down in her Notes app on her way home from work. The heading was Operation: How to Lose ‘Bob’ in 10 Days. Which was very fitting, since you know… Underneath it were bullet points she typed:

Talk about marriage on the second date

Cry (a lot) in public

Force a pet name (maybe: Snugglebums)

Sabotage his laundry

Collect his hair for a “future clone”

???

It was chaos. Glorious, embarrassing, secondhand-cringe chaos. But that was the point. She wasn’t supposed to succeed in seducing him, she just had to convince Bob she was completely, undeniably, un-dateable. That way Elise would get off her back. She’d fulfill her part of the deal. And maybe, just maybe, she’d forget how much he still reminded her of her dead husband.

That last part was trickier. Because Bob… wasn’t running.

“So.” Bob said leaning across the table. They’d sat at the coffee shop Bob had chosen, because he swore they had the best hand crafted beverages here. “Day one of our not-love story.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Y/N replied, eyeing the specials. “I’m supposed to be the charming one. You’re supposed to be… brooding. Distant.”

Bob gasped theatrically. “Are you trying to box me into a trope?”

She laughed again. God, this man was dangerous. His humor was dorky, his timing weirdly perfect, and even when he wasn’t trying, he made her feel… lighter. Like a tether in her chest had loosened just enough to breathe. The moment softened until the waitress reappeared and accidentally knocked a pitcher of water off a tray.

It didn’t fall. It froze mid-air. Like time had hiccuped. Bob and Y/N both went silent, eyes locked on the floating pitcher, suspended in a shimmer like it was trapped between seconds. Around them, no one noticed. Conversations continued. Cutlery clinked. Sunlight moved across the table like normal. Then a blink. The pitcher crashed to the ground, water spraying across the floor.

No one flinched. No one reacted. Except them.

Bob looked at her, voice low. “Did you—?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I saw it too.”

The waitress didn’t apologize. She just blinked slowly and walked away, mumbling something about “entropy being cute this time of year.”

Bob leaned in. “Okay, not to alarm you, but I think the coffee shop might be haunted.”

Y/N’s lips twitched. “You picked the spot. And by what, is it the ghost of caramel’s past?”

“By vibes,” he corrected. “And possibly quantum instability.”

She snorted. “That’s the name of my memoir.”

He pointed a finger at her like he was tagging her in a cosmic joke. “See? You’re starting to have fun. Admit it.”

“I’ll admit it,” she said, smiling despite herself, “when this stops feeling like I stepped into a sitcom written by David Lynch.”

By the time their drinks arrived the air between them had shifted. Laughter came more easily. Her walls felt less like a fortress and more like a flimsy picket fence. And Bob, despite the weirdness, despite everything that should’ve sent him running, was still there. Still watching her like she was something familiar, even if he couldn’t name it yet. At one point, while reaching for more sugar, their fingers brushed. Neither of them pulled away.

He looked at her with quiet curiosity. “So, what happens next?”

She sipped her hot beverage and leaned back, smirking. “Next? I start doing everything in my power to make you fall in love with me.”

“And then you break my heart?”

She nodded.

“And you think I’ll let you?”

That gave her pause.

Because the truth was… she didn’t know. Something about Bob wasn’t going according to plan. Something told her he might be here for her, not for the game. Or maybe they were both being played by something much bigger than the both of them.

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Author's Post Note: I thought I'd share part 3 already!

[seaskate]

Poll is done, check here for fics as they come out

Fic Explanations:

1. The Batkids are watching the first season of Arcane and stop for the night after episode four. They discuss who would be which characters if they were in the world of Arcane. Jason says that he would Jinx, Tim knows that he's wrong.

(Joker Junior Tim)

2. Constantine comes to Gotham following a magical lead that had fled to the city, knowing that most Justice League members and metas are not welcome there. This somehow leads the man and the bats to the conversation of Santa Claus, his apparent realness, his death that one of the bats had known of, and what Constantine did with his bones after that.

3. Tim has met many assassins over the years. This is not a fact that the bats know as well as they should. So, when assassins start popping up around the teen, there are questions to be had, and schemes and deals at hand. Maybe even the return of some that Tim had thought lost.

4. When Tim turns eighteen, it is Ra's that finds him first. Normally Tim would hate such a thing, but Ra's at least was an enemy that he knew would play mind games with him, not someone meant to protect and care for him that does test in him anyways and calls it training. He says as much to the man not knowing that the bats were watching.

5. [Mini series: 2 pieces]

Tim goes to Jason in his Red Robin costume before he leaves Gotham to search for Bruce, asking the older bat to look out for his territory while he was away. Jason is more concerned with the younger bat having taken another costume of his than why he'sleaving Gotham. Tim explains that neither thefts had had anything to do with Jason, especially not this one.

(It was Kon's colors that he was chasing this time after all)

6. Ra's reaches out to the bats, asking for them to mediate a meeting between the high ranking members of the League of Assassins that he wanted to hold in Gotham. They agree, hoping for a chance to gleam information from the shadow society. Tim doesn't show up though, at least not in the way that they had expected.

7. The five Robins, previous and current, meet one day and end up on the conversation of who counts as the killer Robin out of the five of them.

It's not who any of them thinks.

8. [Mini series: four pieces]

Tim Drake was kidnapped when he was thirteen, and his DNA forcefully changed by the Temps Aeternalis to hold that of history's greatest killers, making him a perfect killer. He escapes two years later and returns to the night he was taken, and soon becomes Robin later. This is how Young Justice, Ra's, The Batfamily, and the Justice League come to know of these events.

(Based loosely around the Umbrella Academy comics and the experiments done to Five within them by Temps Aeternalis (alt. The Commission in the show) In this, Tim is meant to have been a trail subject for the process done to and prefected with Five)

9. Three assassins break into the Batcave one night, three that Tim knew very well even if he had thought that he had buried two of them in that desert. Now they stand before will eyes faintly green.

He knows then that he has to choose.

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[fairycosmos]

its so frustrating how difficult it is to get employed rn,, ive sent like thousands of applications since agust of last year and none of them called me back, even went to an interview and it went great only for them to not call me back 😭 im dying, i need a job but no one is hiring wtfffff!!! !

goddddddd fucking tell me about it. even though my current job is toxic as fuck im dreading when the temp contract runs out and im back in the job hunt. i've tried really hard to adapt this mindset of like detachment when it comes to interviews and stuff because honestly most of the time you could be the perfect candidate and they''ll still ghost you. the job market is LITERALLY impossible rn and even the most qualified people are struggling so pleaseeee i know it's easier said than done but try to practice the skill of not taking it personally. and it is a skill like it will take time and patience to build up the mindset and that thick skin but it is possible. anyway a lot of places just put out ads to see what's out there with no intention of hiring or put out ads even though they're hiring internally/ already have a person in mind for the role........and atp most places are looking for someone with two degrees and 10 yrs experience and 30 different skillsets who can juggle the responsibilites of 5 different titles all under one entry level position for absolute minimum pay.......it is utter madness !! obviously it's a good idea to reflect on each interview and try to like optimise how you present yourself to the interviewer but most of the time it's just good timing and luck when they actually pick you. nothing to do with your abilities or who you are!! wishing you all the luck in the world on your job search, totally understand how crushing it is x

job interview guide / thread of real job interview tips

[daceydeath]

Poor Decisions

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader Word Count: 0.8k Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, cheating, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, praise, slight breeding kink.

Hyunjin" you mumbled in the brief periods his soft lips weren't connected to yours "we shouldn't do this" you pulled away slightly as you straddled his lap, your brain still functioning slightly. What had started as an innocent movie watching rapidly descending into soft touches, quiet whispers and eventually the position you were in now.

"Why not?" he groaned softly kissing down your jaw to mouth at the skin on your neck making you melt even further into his touch

"Chan" you gasped as his hands continued their path of tracing every curve of your body making your temperature rise everywhere he touched.

"He's not here" he whispered against your lips through his cocky smirk before capturing your lips again in a searing kiss that made your mind almost go blank "It's just us".

"What if he finds out?" you panted pulling away from him again slightly fighting what you knew was a losing battle between your mind and the heat pooling between your legs that only he could solve. Hyunjin knew well that the longer he kissed you, the more he touched you the less strength you would have to say no, he was always your biggest weakness even when he wasn't supposed to be and he loved using it to his advantage.

"Baby he will never know, I swear" Hyunjin's long fingers cupped your jaw as he stared into your eyes his lips already slightly swollen from the kisses he had already stolen.

"You swear" you whispered making him smile softly at you your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips unable to resist how good he you knew he could make you feel, before slowly leaning in to connect his lips to yours his tongue running across the seam of your lips seeking entrance which you gave him instinctively.

Knowing he had broken your resolve he gently began unbuttoning the front of your shirt exposing your chest to him which he kissed his way down to making sure to mark you lightly only in places no one would be able to notice.

"Fuck Jinnie" you whimpered as his nimble fingers danced across your stomach to cup you through your jeans.

"I will definitely fuck you baby don't you worry" he smirked wickedly before nipping at your hardened nipple through the fabric of your bra making you arch towards him, encouraging him to nip harder and his touch became rougher, needier. Pulling back he took in your slightly dazed expression your fingers finding their way into his hair tugging lightly at the roots as you tried to bring his lips back into contact with yours.

"Up baby" he groaned pushing you gently then waiting for you to stand slowly, Hyunjin made quick work of your jeans and underwear holding your hips as you stepped out of them and returned to straddling his thighs "Good girl".

You preened at the praise running your hands up his chest and ridding him of his t shirt before he helped you to undo his jeans to free himself, his cock already hard and ready for you, the blush pink head leaking slightly made your mouth water. Roughly he dragged you closer by your hips helping you to slowly sink down his length. You could only moan softly at the slight burn that came from your walls stretching around him as he leant back to watch you grind yourself against his hips.

"Jinnie" you whimpered as he helped you to move your hips to the temp he wanted and you needed his hips coming up to meet yours when he wanted to make you yelp.

"Fuck you were made to ride my cock baby, not Chan's mine" he growled possessively into your ear while you began grinding yourself against him faster "He could never fuck you like this could he?"

"No Jinnie" you wailed breathily, your orgasm approaching with lighting speed at the sound of his voice and the words spilling from his perfect lips.

"Gonna fill you up baby, you want that? Want me to knock you up so you can be mine?" he continued pulling you tightly against him and biting down on your shoulder teasingly not marking you properly but enough to make your breathing ragged.

"Fuck yes Jinnie, please" you begged not caring how desperate you sounded as the slight pain from his teeth on your skin mixed with the pleasure building in your core. You felt him stiffen within you before he came, the heat spreading through you pushing you over the edge and your legs beginning to shake with the force of your orgasm.

"I mean it baby, I want you to leave him and be mine" Hyunjin whispered not really wanting to admit that he was in the position he was in "We need to stop doing this but I can't give you up".

A/N: Thank you for reading your support and love means the world to me and all your likes, reblogs and comments make my day xx

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[restless-soulz]

HOW THE HOUSEWARDENS ACT W/ A BABY (not their own, they're all still underage)

RIDDLE:

-man this guy is so bad with babies, but damn it if he isn't efficient

-he'll make sure that the physical needs are taken care of, but that's not entirely what a baby needs.

-but a baby can't tell you what exactly it needs so it'll just be stressful for both of them until he figures it out

-it might be a while

-doesn't do super well with physical affection (giving)

-he probably won't burn down the house to make a bottle for the baby but he will stress about the temperature and it'll go cold before he's satisfied and it'll repeat the process ad infinitum

LEONA:

-pls the baby he knew was cheka, and he was easy he's got this (NOT)

-lion man just wants to sleep and does not appreciate being woken up for feedings or changings or anything else

-doesn't care about bottle temp, milk is milk

-won't show but is a little stressed about having claws vs incredibly fragile baby skin

-genuinely confused to as why not all babies are not like Cheka

-after a while he'll get down the baby language and be so fast at it, just to maximize his sleep

-hey if it works it works

AZUL:

-another one not really fit for children

-would try to foist off the child to the leeches, and then realize that unfortunately he is the much better option (because morays eat their young)

-he will do his best tho and he will do an almost perfect job

-he just...overestimates human baby milestones

-it's ok, it can go one of two ways. either the parent is delighted by fast progress or Azul feels embarrassed

-like riddle, doesn't super love the whole physical contact thing

-also secretly i'd think he'd be great to talk to for anything involved in being recognized outside of your children or a body dysmorphia kind of depression cause same

KALIM:

-mans has 40 siblings or something

-i trust him, but he can be a little...cloud heavy

-he will make sure that baby is cuddled, and fed, and played, but sleeping is not his thing. adorable, but babies are AWAKE around him

-plus he's had servants that take care of the gross parts so he's clueless about how messy babies usually are

-jamil would lose his mind having two people to take care of, one infinitely more dependent than the other

-as much as i love him, don't give him a baby

VIL:

-he wouldn't try very hard

-babies are hard and he's not planning to babysit very long, he has more important things to do, but in the meantime

-this baby will be TAKEN CARE OF

-he bought a lot of...well...everything and all the excess goes to the parents.

-the cutest outfits you've ever seen

-detests changing and other gross parts but will do it

-does not like the not sleeping part, but he will admit they are very cute

IDIA:

-you're playing with fire here

-the only baby he's ever been around was Ortho, and that...ended terribly

-panicking every single second, and rapidly googling every time the baby breathes a little weird

-builds an automated bottle warmer and baby rockers so he has minimal contact with the baby as possible

-until Ortho says that skin to skin or physical contact is best for optimal health

-he'll whine and cry but do it, for a super short amount of time

-made an automatic changing station so he never does the gross parts

MALLEUS:

-adores children. they do not adore him.

-he can scare them a bit being all dark colors and rbf

-but he does theoretically know how to take care of a human baby

-i don't think silver should count since he's more of a changling

-will not put the baby down unless absolutely necessary (my kind of guy)

-the baby lives in a singular too big shirt or the most regal ensemble you've ever seen. no in between

-doesn't bother with changing since he can just magic it away

-also buys everything for the baby and keeps half for when he hopes to be asked to babysit again

[m-jelly]

Demon Huntress Reader x Incubus Levi. Incubus!Levi tempts and seduces Reader to have fun with him (they are secretly lovers)

@2moth-anon2 requested

Irresistible lover

Incubus Levi x fem!reader

Supernatural AU, magical AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, flirtatious Levi, sexual language, teasing, touching, oral, monster loving.

While on a journey to hunt down a dangerous demon, Levi temps you over and over with delicious words and touches. You give in to temptation and allow your lover to fawn over you.

Lore: Some demons help hunters hunt down bad demons. Levi offered his services to help because a demon killed his two friends. As a result of helping you, he fell madly in love with you and you fell for him and you became a couple.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

You released a long sigh as you grabbed the magic scroll on your next target. You were tired, exhausted and frustrated. Work had been non-stop for you and it had meant less couple time with Levi. As a demon, Levi had a large and deep hunger for you. So, it was hard to get the balance right between doing your job as a hunter of demons and being dedicated to Levi.

Even though Levi was a hungry demon, he was very patient and sweet with you. To him, you were worth the wait. Every inch of you was delicious and your heart was so beautiful. The love he had for you was unmeasurable.

The stress and exhaustion were just rolling off you and Levi could sense it. Levi wanted to fix this, he wanted to get you to relax, he wanted you to smile, he wanted you to be happy and to do that he had a plan.

As soon as you walked into your study at the hunter base, he locked the door and used his powers to make the room darker - it was mood lighting. It appeared you didn't notice, so Levi was going to pull out all the stops.

Levi changed his human appearance to more of his demon one because he knew how much you loved it. His horns grew large on his head, scales appeared on the corners of his face, up his neck and all over his body. His hands turned into strong claws that looked like they had been dipped in tar. His long tail whipped to the side as he growled in pleasure. His tongue was long and pointed for perfect reach and lastly, his shirt peeled off his body to show off his muscles.

He pushed his raven hair back and slowly slinked his way over to you. The way he called your name was sensual like it was pleasurable to call out. He dragged a claw across the table and growled. "You seem...stressed."

You whined a bit as you kept working. "I am. This needs to be done. He's a high-ranking demon on the loose. I need to stop him."

"That will happen. I know you will." He grabbed the magical scroll making you pout and protest. "But you need a break."

You stood up. "He doesn't stop so I shouldn't."

Levi tossed the scroll right as a flying little imp appeared and took it away. "Darling sweetness, he will rest, trust me." He stared you up and down. "You look good enough to eat."

You blushed. "You say that all the time. Call your imp back and give me the scroll."

He reached over the desk and pressed a claw into your shirt right between your breasts. "I will, but after you've been a good girl and relaxed. I'm worried about you." He pulled his claw down and slowly ripped your shirt open. "You are so arousing."

You shivered as your warm skin was met with the room's cool air. "Levi."

He eyed your breasts in your bra. "So supple, plump and delicious."

You pulled back and yanked the shirt closed. "Y-You're distracting m-me."

He leapt over the desk and sat on the edge right in front of you. "My intention."

You tried to move away but Levi's wings burst from his back, and one of them moved and blocked your path. You turned and tried to escape the other way, but his tail wrapped around your thigh. "Le-Levi."

Levi looped his claw finger around your belt loop and tugged. "You work so hard. You're so strong. You're so inspiring." He ran his lips right between your breasts and inhaled deeply. "A darling love like you should be worshipped and rewarded." He delicately kissed your skin. "Such a magnificent love."

You mewled in delight and tangled your fingers in his hair. "You're too sweet to me."

He looked up at you. "You deserve your body to be worshipped every day and night." He licked his lips to show his long pointed tongue. "Say yes."

You could feel the yes on the tip of your tongue, but your senses came to you. You had a job to do and you shouldn't be playing with your demon boyfriend. You turned in his arms and mewled. "I need a new shirt and to start working."

Levi ran his hands up your body as he spoke against your ear. "You work so hard all the time. You need a break. Everyone takes breaks. Everyone needs to relax and unwind." One hand massaged your hip as the other gripped your breast. "So many knots in such an alluring body. It must be so hard for you."

You leaned your head back and relaxed against his touch. "Mm, it is."

"A good night's rest and some good loving with work all the knots out and help you think fresh."

"You're right."

He nipped your earlobe between his sharp canines. "Just a night off. One simple night off won't do any harm."

You leaned against Levi, your weight now fully on him. Legs now weak, you sat between Levi's legs on the edge of the desk. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as Levi continued his touches and massaging. Every move he made was electrifying to you, it always was.

You turned your head and gazed deep into Levi's eyes as they glinted with power. "Do you love me?"

Levi smiled softly at you. "More than words can describe. You have my whole heart and immortal soul. I love you, forever and more."

You welled up as your heart swelled with adoration. "I love you too."

He leaned closer. "I know. I can feel it through our bond. It is...breathtaking." He crashed his lips against yours as his fingers plunged down into your underwear and began caressing your clit.

You felt a shiver run through you as two long clawed fingers pressed deep into your pussy and pressed you in every perfect way. The palm of his hand stimulated your attention-seeking clit. Each soft and intentional movement was hypnotic and pleasurable to you.

Levi's long pointed demon tongue was blazing hot inside your mouth. The way he moved was soothing and yet arousing. You felt safe, calm and relaxed, but also like your body was on fire. All you could do was cling to your lover as he moved and worshipped your mortal body, which in time he would make immortal like him.

A light whimper came from you as soon as he pinched your nipple. A throbbing of pleasure pumped through you from your chest to your heat and back. The danger of it all added to the sexual pleasure. If anyone knew about the undying love between the two of you, or that you took part in the pleasure of the body with each other, you would be shunned and banished from your people.

Most would have accused Levi of tempting you to love him, but Levi would tell you otherwise. Levi's intention was to make a deal with you to take revenge. However, your heart, body and soul lured him in and he was hopelessly in love and yours. You were Levi's master and he would do anything for you. Although, when it came to sex, he was always the tempter because he was a demon of sex.

Levi pulled from your lips as your moans heightened in pitch. The light in Levi's eyes brightened. "That's it, my darling. Cum against my hand and enjoy the pleasure that is your body."

You threw your head back and cried out in bliss as you felt a pleasurable pop. "Levi."

Levi moaned in pleasure as you fed him with power. "Good girl." He dragged his fingers from you and licked them clean. "Delicious meal."

You leaned against his chest. "Mm..."

He lifted you up and laid you on your desk. "Worry not, my darling." He licked his lips and moaned. "I will help you relax more." He clicked a clawed finger against your trousers and panties causing them to slice off. "I will plunge my tongue deep into your pussy and enjoy the flavours of your arousal." He knelt before you and shifted your legs over his shoulders. "I must kneel before my altar."

You reached down and gripped his horns. "I'm all yours."

His long pointed tongue dragged up your lips and clit. He smirked as you whimpered. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

You threw your head back as his long, thick and pointed tongue plunged deep into you. Your thighs clamped around his handsome face. Your back arched as he moved and rolled his tongue. A shiver ran through you as his clawed hands ran down your body. You knew very well that this was not going to be something short, it was going to be an all-night loving.

[edenemy-art]

togruta are salamanders in my mind

u guys are hearing my ideas about this now (some of it is based on actual salamander facts others are just like. my own mind)

cold-blooded

• can’t regulate their own body temps

• prefer cooler temps though (~65°-70°)

• ahsoka’s clothing is heat-regulated

partially nocturnal

• their native planet(s) is the perfect climate for them, so they are diurnal there

• off-planet they prefer cooler parts of the day & nightime

• most active around late afternoon/evening

love moist/wet environments

• swim very well

• can hold their breaths for a long time

• dry environments cause their skin to crack

• not acclimated to snow or deserts AT ALL

• salt isn’t great either (ahsoka still eats it tho because she likes it (it burns her tongue a little but it’s Fine))

• skin is moist to the touch (ew ik but they’re salamanders guys come on)

• have to drink Lots of water if they’re in a drier climate

primarily carnivorous

• will eat other things but prefer meat

• they eat bugs too

• ahsoka will catch bugs off of trees & snack on them while on campaigns & the boys go BERSERK

• she just looks at them very confused with a mouthful of worms, and then offers one to them

babies

• they’re in eggs but it’s a live birth. egg is incubated & hatches in the mother’s womb

• babies can regenerate limbs like axolotls

• have gills that fall off during adolescence

anatomy

• biofluorescent. their markings glow under blue & ultraviolet light

• blue tongues!!! (this is very important to me)

• their fingers are very slightly webbed (like a tiny bit toward the base)

lmk if u want more bc this headcanon is constantly expanding

[stujet9rainshine-blog]

@hugsandchaos This one is more of a drabble than a one shot, but it's cute!

"Manny clings to Danny during warm nights [I made it day time lol] because his boyfriend is like a very huggable and kissable cooler. Danny has no complaints or arguments, he loves the cuddles."

It was miserable.

Manny groaned, sprawled out on their secondhand couch in nothing but his boxers and a loose tank top, arms splayed as if surrendering to the heat. The little standing fan hummed at full blast, barely making a dent in the oppressive wave of desert hell pouring through the open balcony door. Their apartment was still bare-bones—just a couch, a coffee table, and their mattress on the floor in the bedroom—but right now, Manny had been convinced they hadn’t needed anything else. They needed AC.

Across from him, Danny stretched like a cat, arms lifting over his head, shirt riding up over his pale stomach as he sighed contently. “Man, this feels great.”

Manny cracked an eye open and stared at him. "¿Cómo qué great? It’s one hundred and fifteen degrees in your american temp, Daniel.” He flopped an arm dramatically over his face. “I feel like a fried egg on the pavement. How are you not dying?”

Danny tilted his head back against the couch arm, considering. “I dunno. I think I might be thriving.” He smirked. “It’s nice not being cold for once.”

Manny groaned louder. “That’s so unfair.”

“Not my fault I’m built different.”

Manny huffed, shifting to sit up, his skin sticking unpleasantly to the couch. “Ugh, I was raised in the desert—I used to wear a leather jacket everywhere. And yet I am melting.” He gave Danny a pointed look. “Stay away from me.”

Danny’s smirk widened. “Oh, now I have to,” he teased, rolling over and throwing himself onto Manny’s lap in one smooth, dramatic motion.

Manny yelped, shoving at him. “Danny, no—” He paused, hands still on Danny’s sides.

Danny was cold.

Not just a little chilly, not the faint coolness of air from the fan, but genuinely cold, like a fresh drink pulled from the fridge.

“…Holy shit.”

Danny grinned up at him, all smug. “See? Built different.”

Manny didn’t even hesitate. He lunged.

Danny laughed as Manny all but tackled him, rubbing his sweaty face against Danny’s stomach like a heat-dazed cat. Manny’s arms wrapped around his waist, legs tangling with Danny’s as he nuzzled closer with an exaggerated groan. “Dios mío, you’re heaven.”

“See, now this I don’t mind,” Danny hummed, reaching down to run cool fingers through Manny’s sweat-damp curls. “Told you, always cold. Take advantage of it.”

Danny snorted, letting his arms drape over Manny’s shoulders, utterly content. “Guess I can live with that.”

Manny let out a pleased sigh, pressing kisses to Danny’s side in between basking in the perfect relief his boyfriend provided. “You’re never escaping this. This is your life now.”

Danny grinned, pressing his now thoroughly chilled palms flat against Manny’s sweaty back. Manny shuddered at the cold, but instead of pushing him away, he melted into the touch with a pleased hum.

“Ohhhh, sí, that’s the good stuff.”

Danny chuckled, flexing his fingers as he let the chill seep deeper, cooling Manny’s overheated skin. “Didn’t realize there was a domestic application for ice powers.”

Manny let out a lazy sigh, completely boneless against him. “Me neither. But I think this is their true purpose now.”

Danny smirked. “I dunno, I’m from the land of cold and snow. The only real use there is violence.”

Manny snickered. “Nah, I think you were always meant to live in the desert, you fucking lizard.”

Danny let out a loud bark of laughter. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Manny turned his face into Danny’s chest, snuggling in shamelessly. “You don’t wanna be hot. You just wanna sit in the sun and absorb heat so you can be extra cold later.” He cracked an eye open, grinning. “You’re like one of those lizards that does push-ups on rocks.”

Danny gasped dramatically, dragging one cold hand up Manny’s spine just to make him shiver. “What are you talking about? That's not how cold blooded animals work.”

Manny practically purred, arching into the touch like a smug cat. “Oh, that’s nice. Do that again.” Completely ignoring the correction.

Danny rolled his eyes but didn’t stop, idly tracing chilled patterns across Manny’s back. “Unbelievable. I’m out here literally giving you relief from heat exhaustion, and you’re calling me a lizard.”

Manny chuckled, kissing his shoulder. “My lizard.”

Danny sighed, but the fond smile never left his face. “I swear, you’re lucky I love you.”

Manny hummed, snuggling closer. “Yeah, I am.”

[livinginsunnyhell]

Please Forget Your Scarf In My Life

The cuddling thing was – well, Buck’s heart hammered uncomfortably fast every time the clock ticked closer to bedtime. Impatiently, he sat in bed while Eddie finished his nighttime routine. And when the light turned off, he waited with bated breath to see if Eddie would still reach for him.

Buck’s absolute patience with this new feature of their friendship was completely ordinary. Cuddling was completely normal. Totally standard.

But he shouldn’t get used to it. This was all temporary.

Temp-or-ary.

100 percent temporary.

Not the forever kind of a thing.

He needed to remember that.

He pinky promised himself when Eddie got out of the shower smelling like his spicy shampoo and Buck’s vanilla body wash that he stole and he wrapped himself around Buck, he would gently tell him, ‘Eddie, please stay on your side of the bed tonight. No hard feelings but I…’ Well, he’d leave that last part off. He’d tell him point blank ‘stay on your side.’

And that will be that.

He will get the words out tonight.

He will.

Because – because when Eddie was wrapped around him like that, and he held Buck’s hand over his heart, and he slotted his hips behind Buck’s, and they shared the same pillow and—

Those thoughts rose like long hidden secrets resurfacing in the ocean. He always pushed them back down. Repacked them and sent them as deep into his heart as he could manage. Because he wasn’t allowed – he couldn’t – Eddie was his best friend.

And he’s straight.

Eddie was always going to be off limits.

The water in the bathroom turned off and Buck tried to focus on his book.

Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

His heart replicated a drum roll.

The door to the bathroom opened and Eddie came in toweling off his hair. Shirtless, because he probably forgot it and wasn’t intentionally trying to kill Buck. He’s probably cold. Buck was looking to make sure he didn’t need a sweatshirt. Droplets of water rolled from his collarbone down to his abs. His sweatpants were low on his hips, and he smiled tenderly when he caught Buck’s eye. He grabbed his shirt, the material slowly going over his chest as it dropped to the edge of his waistband. Eddie left to hang the towel in the bathroom and in the second he was gone, Buck held his breath, impatient for his return.

Please forget your scarf in my life.

And come back.

Come back later for it.

Finally, Eddie slid into bed next to him.

“You want more time to read?” Eddie asked around a yawn. “Or are you ready for bed?”

Now would be the perfect chance for Buck to say he’d like to read longer. Every night, Eddie waited until it was dark to take Buck’s arm or to snuggle up against Buck’s back. Last night Buck was the little spoon and tonight – tonight he was going to go to bed after Eddie and it’ll be fine. He made himself a promise. He’ll sleep on the edge of the bed like he had for most of quarantine. He would not come within a foot of Eddie. He would continue reading—

“I, um, I’m going to read to the end of this page.”

Eddie nodded and picked up his phone. “I’ll stay up with you.”

“Eddie, you don’t have to – I mean, I know you’re tired.”

Eddie shrugged and shuffled around in bed. Was it Buck’s imagination or had he moved closer to him? Eddie scrolled through Instagram. After a minute, Buck continued to read.

Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

Buck stuck his bookmark in his page. “You know what – I’m actually tired. Let’s go to bed – I mean sleep.”

Eddie glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t mind.”

“No, I’m tired.”

“Buck—”

“Really,” And with a finality Buck didn’t feel, he put his book down on the bedside table and turned off his light. Now it was Eddie’s side of the bed bathed in a golden luminosity. It was hard for Buck to turn away from the glow encircling Eddie. His skin looked so warm and inviting. The light brightened his brown eyes. His curved lips were—

Eddie turned the light off and they were encircled in darkness.

Buck turned onto his side and pulled the covers up to his chin. Behind him, Eddie shifted around.

“Night, Buck.”

“Good night, Eddie.”

Buck squeezed his eyes shut.

Maybe Eddie wouldn’t do it.

Disappointment crested and flowed over him.

Maybe Eddie changed his mind.

Longing wrapped itself around his heart.

Maybe Eddie was just indulging Buck’s clinginess.

Sadness—

Eddie’s arm slipped over Buck’s waist and pulled him closer until Buck’s back was pressed against Eddie’s chest.

“Is this okay?” Eddie whispered.

Buck’s betraying-filthy-too-honest mouth said, “Yeah.”

His terrible- defected-backstabbing body relaxed as Eddie’s hand rested over his heart. And Buck’s two-timing-mind-of-their-own fingers intertwined with Eddie’s.

Eddie rested his head against the top of Buck’s back where his spin met his neck. His breath grazed over his skin peeking out from the collar of his shirt. Goosebumps prickled to life and descended across the plains of his flesh. Buck pressed his back against Eddie’s chest, seeking out his presence. A desperate need for reassurance that this was their reality – Eddie was still with him.

[allsouls-emma]

Hey lovely!!!!! Let me say that I am so thankful that you write for Leon and that I loooooooooove your stories so for! Could I send in a request? Maybe where Y/n (French if possible cause I am also French) joins him in the US and they move in together after sometime doing long distance? And just super fluffy!!! No rush though! Take care of yourself!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

✧Reunis pour Toujours ✧

─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader

@frenchgirlinlondon Bonjour ! I hope this lives up to expectation, merci my darling.

warnings: established couple, not fluent in French, fluff!!, no use of time nor setting.

It had been a year since Léon had left France for the U.S., chasing his dream of swimming glory at Arizona State University. The long-distance had been tough, with late-night FaceTime calls and endless texts, but nothing could replace the warmth of being together.

Today, that was finally going to change.

Y/N looked out the window of the taxi as it pulled up to Léon’s apartment complex in Tempe, Arizona. The sun was shining brightly, and palm trees lined the street—a stark contrast to the familiar Parisian boulevards. The moment the car stopped, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was it. A new chapter in their relationship.

Y/N stepped out of the taxi, pulling a suitcase along. The door to Léon’s building opened almost instantly, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, with that familiar mop of curly hair and a smile that could light up the darkest of days.

“Mon amour!” Léon called out, rushing down the steps. He wrapped Y/N in a tight embrace, lifting them slightly off the ground.

“Léon!” Y/N laughed, burying their face in his neck, taking in the scent they had missed so much. “Je t’ai tellement manqué,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his skin.

“Tu n’imagines même pas,” he replied, pulling back slightly to look at them. His brown eyes were filled with a mixture of love and relief. “Finally, no more time zones, no more screens between us.”

Y/N smiled, their eyes welling up with happy tears. “Je suis tellement heureuse d’être ici, avec toi.”

Léon kissed them gently on the forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Moi aussi. Let’s get you inside, I can’t wait to show you our place.”

Together, they carried Y/N’s suitcase up the stairs. Léon opened the door to his apartment—a cozy space filled with a mix of modern furniture and personal touches. On the wall was a photo collage, mostly of the two of them—memories from France and moments from Léon’s life in the U.S.

“Welcome home,” Léon said softly, watching as Y/N took in the room.

“Our home,” Y/N corrected, smiling at him. They placed their suitcase by the door and walked over to the couch, where Léon had laid out a few of their favorite snacks from France—a thoughtful gesture that made Y/N’s heart swell.

They sat down together, Léon’s arm draped around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close. “This feels surreal,” Y/N said, their voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” Léon agreed, his fingers gently playing with Y/N’s hair. “But it’s real. We’re here. Together.”

Y/N turned to look at him, their faces just inches apart. “What do we do now?”

Léon grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their lips. “Now, we make this place ours. We create new memories, explore this city, and just… be together.”

Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at their lips. “J’aime ça.”

They spent the rest of the day unpacking, Léon showing Y/N around the apartment. The kitchen had a small dining table with two chairs, perfect for cozy breakfasts. The living room had a large window that let in plenty of natural light, and the bedroom was simple yet comfortable, with a queen-sized bed that looked like it had been made with care.

“C’est parfait,” Y/N said as they walked into the bedroom, running their hand over the soft bedspread. Léon came up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist.

“I’m glad you think so,” he murmured, resting his chin on their shoulder. “Because I want this to be our space, where we can relax after a long day, where we can just be ourselves.”

Y/N turned in his arms to face him, their hands resting on his chest. “I’m so happy to be here with you, Léon. I know it was hard being apart, but it made this moment even more special.”

Léon smiled, leaning down to kiss them softly. “Every second was worth it if it brought us to this moment.”

They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, savoring the feeling of finally being together after so long. The challenges of long-distance seemed like a distant memory now that they were in each other’s arms.

As the day turned into evening, they curled up on the couch together, a soft blanket draped over them. Léon had his arm around Y/N, their head resting on his shoulder as they watched a movie. But more than the movie, Y/N was focused on the steady rhythm of Léon’s breathing, the warmth of his body next to theirs.

“Je t’aime,” Y/N whispered, looking up at him.

Léon smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead. “Je t’aime aussi, pour toujours.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, everything was perfect. They were together, and nothing else mattered.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, Léon holding Y/N close, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together. No more distance, no more longing—just endless days of love and happiness.