#s’me

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Happy new year🎊🛌

[dabisbratz]

gmornin!! friendly reminder dabi nd eren nd toji nd shiggy nd aizawa nd gojo nd nanami nd katsuki love their black bfs!!!!

[theuniversalscat]

Thasssssss s’me. 🐍

[hier--soir]

night breeze

joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni summary: joel comes home to find you sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes. warnings/tags: established relationship, consensual somnophilia, oral [f receiving], joel loves when you wear his clothes, premature ejaculation, reader wears joel's clothes; body type is not described explicitly but his boxers are described as "snug" on her thighs. word count: 1.8k masterlist follow @hier--soirupdates if you'd like to be notified when i share my writing this is envisioned as a part of the ALP universe [set between 7 and 8] but it can be read as a stand alone.

The air is calm at dusk.

Soft and sweet against your skin, the smell of salt in your nostrils.

The sky is a kaleidoscope of purples and pinks and blues, and a slick orange sun drips and wanes until its belly kisses the ocean. Lower, lower, until the sky spins navy and the water pitches black. You float in that black darkness, unbothered by the heavy swells that rise and roll beneath you. The water is rocky and rough, though the waves never seem to break. Too far from the shore, they simply build and build, with no end in sight.  

And the water should be icy, cold enough to chill you to the bone and set you shivering, but you just feel hot. A searing, stuffy heat that clings even as you float over the rolling masses, letting them lap at your neck and face. Humid and dry, you want nothing more than for the water to suck you in deeper. Down, down, until your body is covered, and your hair is a floating halo, and you are finally cool.  

Yet as time passes, you find that it is not the water that is warm, but you. That stifling sticky sun that sank beneath the horizon now burns at the centre of you, red hot and raging, ready to rise again already.

You try to smother it, to tamp it down. Tangle your legs on the water’s surface and hold your breath, but it burns still. A scorching scratch at the inside of your skin, your skull, your chest cavity. And something crawls its way up through your chest now. Something loose-limbed and drowsy, working its way past your stomach, your lungs, your throat, your—

A ragged moan wakes you.   

Your fingers twitch and tighten, gripping soft sheets. Eyes roll behind lids as you drift slowly into consciousness. The air in his bedroom is cold, but in the haze of your sleep-addled brain you can’t quite pinpoint why you’re so warm. Face down on a pillow, you blink lazily and start to piece together what’s happening.

Your shirt—Joel’s shirt—clings to your skin. Sweat beads along the skin of your back, soaking into the thin fabric. The waistband of his boxers is forgiving, resting against the soft flesh beneath your belly button, though the hem of each leg is snug around your thighs. Oh, your thighs…. something sturdy holds them apart.

Two solid weights pressing against the inside of your legs, spreading them wide across the bed. A third weight against the small of your back… a hand. Fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt, bunching the material at the base of your spine, keeping your stomach flush to the bed. Another moan startles you, sharpens your mind a little. Your tongue feels heavy, mind a slow blur as you realise that the sound came from your own mouth. And as that understanding sinks in, you finally feel it.

Something hot and wet, lapping at the dark fabric shielding your cunt. And you’re wet. Fucking hell, you’re so wet it’s near uncomfortable. The sopping material clings to your folds, a persistent tongue pressing it in deeper, soaking the material in your slick juices as they drip from you. You gasp, trying fruitlessly to turn your head and see over your shoulder in the darkness.

“S’me,” he says then, and his voice is a pained, haggard thing. Rough and wanton with desire, with need, muffled from how his face is buried between your thighs. “S’just me… fuck, m’sorry.”   

“Joel,” you rasp, breathless as his tongue glances over your clit through his boxers. He groans and then the thick point of his nose is pressing between your cheeks, nudging at your covered asshole. The pressure there sharpens your senses to a point, and sends a surprised moan peeling from your throat.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just let me…” Joel inhales deeply, cursing under his breath when you lazily rut your sex back against his face.

“Jesus Christ,” you whimper. When you move your face, something damp tickles your cheek. Saliva, pooling out the side of your open mouth and leaving a small damp circle on his pillow. Embarrassment warms your face, but the sound of Joel moaning against your cunt is a welcome distraction.

Muscular shoulders keep your thighs wide open, and he mouths shamelessly at the material, licking and kissing everywhere he can reach, and it suddenly makes sense why you feel like you’re on the edge already. The boxers must be ruined; slick and spit mix together to soak the entirety of the fabric until it clings to your swollen skin.

“H-how… fuck, Joel, how long have you—”

“Don’t know,” he mumbles. “Twenty minutes? Fuck, I don’t—”

Lewd sucking noises fill the room and the muscles in your abdomen go rigid, mouth hanging wide open as his fingers curl around the gusset of the boxers, dragging them to the side. You moan and squirm against the bed as he dips his tongue between your folds, gliding it through the sloppy messy of you. His sounds match yours; hot exhales billowing against your exposed skin and sending goosebumps sprouting across the backs of your thighs.  

Joel pulls back for a minute. Keeps the material pulled to the side, allowing the cool night air to dance across the scorching skin between your legs while he watches you drip for him.

“Got home late,” he apologises, and you twitch as his breath hits your centre. He’s still so close. “Jimmy needed help with somethin’ and I—fuck, it doesn’t matter, but you were so perfect. My good girl, all tucked up in my bed, wearin’ my fuckin’ clothes, just waitin’ for me.”

“Tried to stay awake.” You hum softly, trying to inch yourself back against his face. But Joel just tuts, and you feel a sharp sting as he nips at the skin of your thigh. You pout against his pillow, body going lax and pliant once more. “Wanted to fall asleep with you.”

“I know,” he soothes, licking over where his teeth marks mar your flesh. His lips dance higher and higher until his tongue flicks into your hole. He swears low, resting his forehead against the soft plush of your ass. “But this? Comin’ home to this… fuckin’ luckiest man in the world, I tell ya.”

It's slow and steady when he lets his mouth fall upon you again. Soft little licks around your lips, tracing the dips and folds of your labia, mapping out every inch of you before his tongue dares graze against your clit. And when he does finally make contact, you jolt and whimper, already acutely aware of that familiar tingle in your spine.

Unable to reach him, your fingers tangle uselessly in his sheets, entirely at his mercy as he devours you from behind. Thick thumbs spread you open for his eyes to see, keeping you apart as he licks broad strokes up the entirety of your cunt before lathing languid open-mouthed kisses against it. Hot and wet and needy, his moans vibrate through you, letting you know he loves this just as much as you. Maybe even more.

Your clit pulses against his tongue, alive with a throbbing heartbeat of its own. And with every swipe and glide and circle you feel that heat swirl stiffer in your belly, the wave building and building. You can feel the way your hole, painfully empty, clenches over and over around nothing but air, winking at him and begging for more.

The slippery sounds of your arousal fill the room once more and soon enough you’re keening his name beneath your breath, spurring him on as you imagine the way it must shine on his beard, his lips, even in the darkness.

“Please,” you mewl, drooling against his pillow still, vaguely aware of your saliva gliding down your neck, thick and viscous. “Joel, fuck me, I want it, want you—”

“I will,” he swears, but you can feel how rapt he is by this. How every facet of his attention is trained on keeping his mouth on your pussy, his tongue rubbing firm circles around your clit just how you like. He gasps and pants against you, nodding a little, groaning when his nose glides through your folds and your scent coats his nostrils. “I will, I will, I just need you like this a little longer. I will. Promise.”

His grip is tender against the crease of your thighs, fingers digging in right where your leg meets the flesh of your ass as he eats at you. And you can tell by the way his noises deepen, turning guttural and depraved, that he won’t be making good on that promise tonight. Know it from the way his face ruts forward into your core every few seconds that he must be grinding his leaking cock against the mattress, feverish and desperate for relief. And the mere thought of it, of him hot and hard, straining inside his pants, has the muscles in your legs going taut.

Joel murmurs your name, so soft under his breath. His long tongue dips inside of you and then strokes up to flick against your clit, and finally you dissolve under his mouth.

The orgasm flows through you much like the waves in your dream. Joel coaxes it out from deep in your stomach until you’re a wet trembling mess beneath him; nothing but a rolling mass of waves for the sticky sun to sink into. Warm and wet, the high laps at your body from every angle until the edges of your mind are fuzzy, molten heat drooling from your cunt and onto his grateful tongue as he groans.

He doesn’t let up those soft swirls of his tongue until your hips are twitching away and you’re whining his name, and begging him to come up here. And so he crawls up your body, movements slow and sleepy as he drops heavily against your back. Thick thighs bracket your own, and that scruffy chin sits against the slope of your shoulder as he presses a kiss and a drowsy mumble of hey baby behind your ear.

“That was nice.” You smile when he takes your earlobe between his teeth. Curious, you work a hand between your back and his chest, fingers trailing down until you reach the damp spot at the front of his trousers. He exhales roughly, hips jerking backward, sensitive. “Fuck, did you come?”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his smile sheepish and shy against your skin. You laugh, heart swelling and eyes falling shut as you let him tip you onto your side and pull you back against his chest. A broad palm snakes over your hip, fingers dancing beneath the band of the boxers to rest against your skin, and he squeezes the flesh there greedily. “Gonna fuck you in the mornin’,” he vows.

You hum, already half asleep again despite how chilled your skin turns as your sweat cools. “Gonna wake me up with your cock inside me, hm?”  

“Fuck,” Joel chokes out, his grip on you tightening. “Yeah, baby. I will.”

“Is that a promise?”

“S’a promise.”

thank you for reading x

[princessbrunette]

easter at the chateau was pretty non existent. atleast until bunny!reader came along.

they’d heard you before they saw you, the sweetest thing clad in white — bunny ears flopping atop your head and basket rumbling in your hand as you run across the dry grass, attracting attention of the two males on the porch.

“happy easter!” you squeal, diving into jj’s arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“jesus girlie, you got a rocket up your ass or what?” he pats your butt, his own smile unable to be hidden, always happy to see you. you jump down, straightening out your skirt.

“hi sweetheart.” john b seems less alarmed, arms crossed as he leans against the front door hinge. “uh, what’chu got there?”

“your first clue!” you pant, still out of breath from your eccentric entrance. you reach into the otherwise nearly empty basket, merely there for appearances and pull out a neatly folded pastel pink card, handing it to john b.

“clue?” he frowns, opening it up as jj wanders curiously over to his side.

“you guys are always chasing treasure so i decided to make you guys a little easter hunt!” you grin, eyes glimmering hopefully at the two. jj points his finger at you.

“now that? that is adorable. can this little hunt maybe like, wait until i’ve had some breakfast? or—”

“you have to do it now!” your voice cracks, looking devastated at his lack of enthusiasm.

“—you know what now is the perfect time for a hunt, actually so— that’s perfect, yeah—”

john b is smiling down at the card, reading the rhyming clue you’d scrawled in pretty little curlicue. it was terribly easy, but incredibly sweet. the brunette touches his chest with a genuine smile, looking back up at you.

“healing my inner child right now, y’know that?”

his blonde best friend snatches the card, adjusting his pants with the other hand as he reads over it. “when’d you have time to hide all these clues around anyway?”

“last night! when you guys were sleeping.” comes your simple smile, fiddling with the lace trim of your mini skirt. they look at you, and then eachother before shrugging.

“yeah, checks out.”

you follow them around, giggling on their tails as they pretend to struggle with your clues. when they arrive at the last card, you scramble away— waiting for them in the bedroom where the hunt ends, shedding your clothes to reveal a frilly white lingerie set, and presenting a carrot cake you’d baked just for them.

when they bust in casually, you’re stood with a grin — stopping them in their tracks. john b’s eyebrows jump up as his gaze rakes over you and jj is quick to fix his cap, licking his lips. “woah—”

“tada! s’me! i’m the prize!” you can barely contain your excitement. small kitten heels with the fluffy ball at the toe tip tapping against the wooden floors. john b is the first to break into a grin, closing in on you.

“you know, i had my suspicions that might be the case, but i didn’t wanna presume…” his voice is warm and deep and you’re already biting your glossy lip, gazing up at him like he hung the moon and stars as he strokes the skin around your waist.

“wow, really guys? on such a holy day?” jj sarks with faux disapproval as if he isn’t actively working his belt off his shorts. you thump your foot lightly.

“guys! you have to try the carrot cake first. worked hard on it.” you’re pouting, fluttering spiky black lashes up at your boyfriends as the darker haired of the two twiddles with the white fluffy bunny ears you’d secured to the top of your head.

“yeah screw that.” jj scoffs. you furrow your eyebrows, john b shooting him a look. “oh you know i love your baking babydoll but right now i got my mind on eatin’ one thing and one thing only.” he approaches with a charming smile, dropping a kiss to your lips as john b works your panties down your legs.

“pussy?” the brunette tilts his head.

“yep, pussy. definitely pussy.”

[luvrxbunny]

fifteen minutes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader 

Prompt: Free Use (?)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, kinda rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, minimal talking and kissing, no aftercare (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.3k

A/N: the end feels kinda sad cus no aftercare but- 

You’re waiting for Eddie in his changing room. It’s a little bigger than an office, but not big enough to be a bedroom. There’s a couch in it and a little vanity desk for his makeup and hair. You’re on the couch, trying to ignore the springs in it as you read a magazine you swiped from the receptionist's desk. You have headphones in, listening to Eddie’s newest EP, the same one he’s here to perform. You’ve tried to listen to his set live but being backstage means it’s a bit louder than you can handle so you play his music as loud as you can handle in your ears. 

You’re reading the newest edition of Vogue, your eyes popping out of your head at how fancy some of these outfits look. You’re snacking on some grapes Eddie packed for you as you bob your head to his guitar solo in your ears. You turn the page again and smile at a lady in a pink dress, and a man in an all-black suit standing next to her, his hand on her hip lightly. It reminds you of Eddie. You imagine him in that suit, his hair resting on his shoulder- or even better, in a man-bun atop his head. 

The metal in your ears dies down slowly with a fading guitar riff and adrenaline shoots through you. If the EP has ended that means that Eddie should have around 15 minutes between sets before performing one of his older albums. He always spends that time with you, even if half of it is him panting harshly from all his stage antics and chugging water to soothe his over-used vocal cords. You don’t mind though, a smile is already on your face at the thought of seeing him- and someone is grabbing you. 

Your skirt is flipped up and thick hands grip your naked ass, groping your cheeks roughly. Your hands rip your headphones from your ears and you’re about to scream when they rest their body on you, pushing the air from your lungs. “It’s me, baby. It’s me. I need you.” 

Eddie’s voice is hot against your ear, fanning over your cheek and you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. He’s still wearing his jeans but he’s pulled you apart so he’s grinding his clothed crotch over your naked pussy. You don’t usually wear panties to his concerts because afterward, during the afterparty, Eddie tends to whisk you away to a remote location to have his way with you, sometimes he just does whatever he wants in the middle of whatever room you guys are in. You just wanted to make it easier for him. 

This is new though, you guys had discussed it after Eddie saw it on some rock blog he reads from time to time. You were open, you told him that your heart belongs to him so you don’t see any reason why your body shouldn’t as well. He spent the rest of the night fucking you about it but after that, he didn’t bring it up again. You’d almost forgotten about it, but now you can see it’s been on his mind. He’s moaning into your ear, humping his jean-clad cock into your sensitive hole, abusing it with the rough texture. “Eddie.” He moans at the way you say his name and pulls back. 

“Yeah, baby, s’me. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you through the whole set.” You can hear him unzipping his pants behind you and his telltale moan when he finally wraps his hand around his throbbing dick. He jerks himself off to the view of you, spread out on his couch, your little white skirt framing your perfect ass. He can see your lips glistening for him, your pussy crying for his cock, making a mess all over herself. He groans at the sight and digs in, not bothering to prep you one bit. 

You almost scream his name out but he presses his hand to your mouth, his rings digging into your lips painfully but your mind can only focus on the pleasure and the heat of the stretch his cock is causing inside you. Your hands reach behind your head blindly as Eddie rests his body against yours. You’re moaning against his hand raggedly, they rip from the base of your throat and vibrate against Eddie’s other hand that found its home wrapped gently around your neck. Your hands finally find his head and you pull him forward, forcing his head into the crook of your neck and turning your head to his, your eyes pleading and darting to his lips when he looks at you. 

You’re whining behind his hand, wanting desperately to connect your lips to his. He already looks wrecked as he holds your eye contact, he’s groaning and whimpering at you, his eyebrows drawn in and his eyes unfocused as they wander your face. He has no thoughts in his head as he ruts into you, he can’t even take the time to decipher what you’re begging him for. He can feel his orgasm growing in his stomach, brewing like a storm and you’re just feeding it more. You’re whimpering his name behind his hand and his eyes are crossing, doubling his view of you. 

The sight has you moaning loudly into his hand, vibrating his palm as feels the coil in your stomach pull tighter. You moan more desperately, needing to kiss him before cumming and he finally pulls his hand away to force your head into his lips. You’re barely kissing him back, mostly moaning his name and licking into his mouth, trying to swallow everything he can give you, anything that tastes like him. 

He pulls away to moan into your mouth, your jaw slack with the assault of pleasure, with the orgasm that’s burning like a warning in your gut, promising to ruin you once it’s released. Eddie feels the same way, he’s trying to last for you but he knows he’s running out of time and you’re pulsing madly around him. His hips stutter into you as his orgasm begins to overflow, his balls are tightening and shooting pleasure through him every time they smack into you. Your pussy is teasing him at this point, clenching rhythmically like you’re trying to milk him, like you want him to cum in you. 

So he does. His cock explodes inside you and it’s like nothing he’s felt before. It’s not more or less enjoyable, it’s always incredible when he’s with you- but it’s more aggressive. It slams into him, knocking all the air out of his lungs and he could swear that he blacked out, just floating through an abyss of pleasure. You’re whining into his ear and he can feel you trying to cum around him, you’re clenching purposely now, grinding back into his stuttering hips. He knows, he knows you can’t cum without him touching your clit but he doesn’t have enough brain power to even help you… and he doesn’t have to. 

You let out a sob-like whine as Eddie’s hips calm down and he pulls back, already struggling to get his pants back over his legs. “Eddie, I didn’t-” He cuts you off by completely falling off the couch, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He sits back up, level with your face and kisses you with a small smile. “I know.” He stands up, jumping a bit to get his jeans up quicker. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll help you when I get back I swear.” He blows you a kiss as he rushes out of the room, hearing people calling for him outside the hall. You’re left in silence in his room, panting and desperate as you hear the crowd scream, letting you know he’s already back on stage.  

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[fluffymaxsworld]

“who’s calling you? pick it up.”

this prompt with ghost!!

-> inspired [make sure to check the link and drop a like to the original post]

[short post, female reader, p in v, pervert ghost, porn no plot!]

NSFW BELOW!! MDI!

“cmon babe, pick it up” ghost smirked, looking at the buzzing phone on the bed, ignoring the fact that he was thrusting into you and making you scream and moan like crazy.

“ah… ngh… can’t…” you squirm.

“oh no, must be important, pick it up” he says, almost forgetting his pulsing dick inside your throbbing pussy. he hands you the phone as you read “johnny (soap)”.

“babe… s’soap…” you stuttered, your walls clenching around his cock.

“pick it up” he orders, pounding into you faster.

you shiver, but he finally picks it up for you.

“hey soap, s’me ghost” he grunted, his face red and his dick deep inside you. “yeah, she’s wit’ me.” he hands you the phone, grinning maliciously.

you look cock drunk and you’re sure you sound cock drunk. soap is gonna face you this moment until you die.

“s-soap…” you whined, “s’me… i’m with… ah… g-ghost…”

he keep pushing into you mindlessly, tracing small circles on your hungry clit, making you feel the first signs of an upcoming orgasm.

“i can’t… r-right now… call you… later…” you breathed, tears of pleasure falling under your eyes.

you let the phone fall down on the bed, moaning loudly and crying his name, “ghost… shit… im… i’m gonna cum…”

“gonna cum too baby, gonna fill you up so well” he groaned, pounding into you harder and whimpering, making you seconds close to your orgasm.

“shit… shit… gonna fill you up, pretty slut” he hissed, finally coming inside, filling you up well just like he promised. and you follow him, coming around his length, your feet curling up and your eyes half closed.

slowly he pulled away your pussy from his shaft, looking at you and wiping away sweat.

“how pretty are you, next time you’ll have to stay more on the phone”

“you’re a fucking idiot” you say.

but then, your eyes fall on the phone that was laying on the bed. you pick it up…

you were still in a call with soap. he heard everything.

you’re gonna kill yourself, if not today as soon as you face soap again.

[dark-and-kawaii]

ᯓ★ His Personal Cocksleve

Summary: Raphael puts your body to the test while in his ascended form.

✧₊⁺ Pairing: Ascended Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

✧₊⁺ Content: NSFW - Belly Bulge - Monster Fucking

Your stomach was starting to cramp from how deep his cock was buried inside of you. You'd been in that same position for so long, legs splayed wide, knees bent, feet desperately trying to find purchase on his ascended body, with your hands wrapped tightly around his boney tusks. Your face was pressed against the side of his, mouth open and gasping and panting for air as his cock was thrusted up inside you so deeply you swore it was to puncture its was into your womb…

You knew if he could speak right now he’d tell you how shameless you were, how proud it made him that you were so loud, so needy, so desperate and wanting of his cock and his seed. He loved to watch the way you lost control and let Avernus hear your moans. The way you arched your back and threw your head back, mouth hanging open in an endless moan that he would then take full advantage of, smashing his mouth into yours, swallowing your sounds down his throat like he was trying to consume you.

You cried out in pain, the sound morphing into a high-pitched whine as your fingers dug painfully into the skin around his tusks. His large monstrous hands hands pulled you down against him completely, his cock buried all the way to the hilt. It was too deep, it hurt so much, but it also felt so good. The feeling of his cock fucking into your cunt as deep as it could possibly go, his bulbous head knocking painfully against your cervix.

Your glossed over hazy eyes could see the bulge in your tummy, could see it poking through your skin… How it disappeared with every thrust and then returned as he used you on his cock like his own personal cocksleve… That’s all you were to him right now, a cocksleve for him to use, nothing but a warm wet hole for him to bury his cock inside and use as his own personal fuck toy.

The pain was overwhelming, the stretch, the burn, the way his cock was stretching your gummy walls, filling you more than any human man ever could… You knew you’d be able to feel it for days after this, a reminder of who owned you. The thought making you grip harder against him, “y-you ow-own s’me~” you babbled against his him, eyes rolling to the back of your head, tongue lolling out, saliva dripping from the corners of your lips, a string of it connecting to the floor.

You could do nothing but cry and scream, each powerful thrust making your body bounce, the pain making it feel as if he was puncturing your stomach with his cock. It hurt so much but you loved it, you loved him, loved him so much. You loved the pain, the stretch, the abuse, the way you were being used for nothing but his pleasure, “Ra-pha-Raphael~~” you cried out his name, your voice breaking, throat dry from your cries, and the only response was a deep rumbling growl from within his chest, his tail colliding on the ground hard enough to crack the marble…

There was no telling how long you were going to be at his mercy, how many orgasms he was going to wring out of your tiny exhausted body before he was satisfied. How many times he’d make you squirt that pretty clear liquid of yours across his abdomen… How many times he would lap it up greedily, like some hungry dog…

The thought had you a little terrified, but also excited you at the same time. You loved him so much… You were his good little mouse, his personal cocksleve, his property, his pet, his toy. You were his to play with, to use, and abuse. And the only thing that could ever make you happier was if he could speak when like this and praise you, call you a good girl, a perfect little pet, and his favorite cocksleve.

By the time he was finished with you, your body had collapsed limply against him and on his cock, a drooling, sloppy wet mess. The only sign that you were still alive was the twitching of your abused hole around his still rock hard cock, and the shallow rise and fall of your chest, your breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath.

As a fiery circle swirled around him, his cock slipped out of you and before you could fall to the floor with a thud, a red clawed hand catches you. His cum spills from your ruined gaping hole… Making a mess all over his grand flooring- nothing one of the lost souls can’t clean up later… For now, Raphael looks down at your unconscious naked body, a smile forming on his face, “such a perfect little pet… My pretty little mouse.”

Scooping you up into his arms, the devil holds you against his chest, and with a snap of his fingers the both of you disappear in a cloud of ash and embers and reappear next to his healing bath. He knows your body is aching, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d allow you to sleep next to him covered in sweat and other bodily fluids.

His claws carefully trace along your back and side, and with the utmost gentleness he lowers you with him into the hot steaming water, holding you in his lap. A gentle kiss pressed against the top of your head as he relaxes in the bath. A gentle purr rumbles from within his chest and he smiles against your hair, content to stay here for a while and just bask in the moment, and admire his fucked out little mouse.

[eepywriters]

I haven’t done this before but can it just be cuddling fluff with quackity 😄

.✦°. • Cuddling with Quackity ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just domestic Alex

a/n: thank you for the request! And dw, you’ve done amazing <3 also I decided to do something different with this, just little cuddling scenarios based on different contexts

LATE SUNDAY MORNINGS

Sunday’s mornings. Heaven in Earth.

No work, no stress, just sleeping soundly in the arms of your lover.

Nothing compared to the feeling of lazing around with him the morning, giving yourselves the much needed rest you both deserved, while also spending some quality time with each other. But maybe something did, the peculiar choice of pillow you made that day: Alex’s chest.

Cheek pressing into his broad chest while his hands rest on your back, keeping you flush against him.

His chest had always been your favorite pillow, as embarrassing as that is. The constant sound of his heartbeat being a reminder that he’s here, next to you, secure in your arms.

You stir, limbs feeling a little numb. You feel comfy in your current position, but you also couldn’t help feeling restless and a bit guilty, you did sleep on top of him for hours after all.

He never seems to mind that though, every time you confront him about it he dismisses you with a little shrug: “I don’t care about your weight, actually I found it comforting. It’s like… if I feel you, I know we are together, and that’s… that feels nice” he’d always smile at you, a light flush of pink showing on his face at the cheeky confession.

Everything is meant to have it’s end though, and while you you surely feel like you could sleep for another 10 hours, you had chores to do. You try to get up, pushing against Alex’s chest to give yourself the strength to break his grip of steel on your back.

A soft whine falls from his lips, clearly not agreeing with your choice of action. He presses his hands down harder, effectively caging you between his arms and his chest.

Well, you were back to square one.

He had a habit of holding you impossibly close when you actually could enjoy each other’s company in the morning: you both usually had to scurry off to work before the other was awake, so there wasn’t really any time for cuddly shenanigans.

“Lex c’mon, gonna prepare breakfast” your words come out a little slurred as your mind was still hazy from your slumber; not that you really cared when your main focus was on how to free yourself from Alex’s tight embrace.

He only grumbles, grip not faltering even by a little.

“Let’s sleep s’me more” he utters, his deep, morning voice being in complete contrast with his childish behavior.

In all honestly, you still felt a little tired (and you didn’t feel it in your heart to say no to him, especially when he was holding you down like this). Two more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt right?

“Just 5 minutes m’kay?” you sigh, closing your tired eyes right back.

He nods.

You definitely slept more than that.

HE COMES BACK FROM A LATE WORK SESSION

You usually tried to stay awake and wait for him, just enough to have a little small talk before drifting to sleep together, except today not only was he taking longer that usual, but you were also feeling very tired.

You struggled, battling against your tired body, yet eventually your eyes felt too heavy to keep open any longer.

Light shuffles and movement around you are what surges you to open them again.

“Shhh, go back to sleep honey” he whispers, before warmth blooms on your forehead as his lips connect to your skin. A sigh of content leaves you whilst Alex peppers your face, and with each new spot he covers you melt more and more in his touch.

Your head rests in his arm, while his other one grabs one of your tights to guide it on top of his own legs. Your hand instinctively lay on his chest and you’re set, ready to bank your 7 daily hours in maximum comfort.

He gives you one last big kiss on your cheek and moves his forehead against yours, his soft breath warming his face. In a normal occasion you would be bothered by that, but you were way too sleepy to do anything about it (plus you couldn’t deny the butterflies that blossomed in your tummy at your closeness).

Before you know it, you both are dozing off, lulled by each other’s comforting presence.

YOU COME BACK LATE FROM WORK

After an exhausting shift, you were finally home. It wasn’t usual for you to come back this late, the clock just having ticked over two three o’clock, but work was work, and you be damned if you lost this one.

You sigh, mindlessly throwing your keys on their place before b-lining for your bedroom; your body had been aching to lay down and forget about all it’s worries ever since you sat down on your car’s seat.

You hurriedly change in your pajamas, trying your best to ignore the cold chills that start running up your arms. Alex had always been a light sleeper, so it doesn’t surprise you to see a half-lidded, drowsy set of eyes looking at you.

He lifts up the blanket with one hand, shivering lightly while pawing the empty spot on front of him with his free hand. You spare no time, swiftly crawling into his waiting arms and sucking up all the warmth you could muster from his body.

It spreads like ink, just beneath your flesh and deep inside your heart.

“Y’re cold” Alex whines weakly, even though he makes no move to shove you away from him whatsoever. As cool as you could be, there was no case scenario that would have him stray from you.

You shuffle your legs around, trying to warm yourself up while he plops his chin on top of your head, running his hand up and down your waist to help you in your objective.

You hug his chest, burring yourself onto him and taking in his sweet scent. He smelled like home.

“I missed you” you mutter, rubbing your head against him.

His answer doesn’t come in the form of a reply, but in a kiss on top of your head. He’s really happy you’re there with him, safe in his arms.

WATCHING TV TOGETHER

You had been eyeing a series for a while, holding yourself back from eating it up in one evening to ask Alex if he could be interested in watching it with you. The last time you two spent some quality time watching tv together was a long time ago, and it was a rewatch of Breaking bad. Yes, again. You honestly had lost count of the many times you ended up sitting trough his favorite episodes before going to bed.

“He have nothing better to watch anyways” he always said, and you swore that if your affection for him was any less you wouldn’t have been able to keep up with his antics.

That man had an obsession and he needed to work on it. Not that the series aren’t a masterpiece, but seeing the same plot in repeat for the fifth time has got you sick of it.

He wasn’t enthusiastic about it at first, giving you the same excuse about how busy he was with streaming and his project, nonetheless after mustering some adorable puppy eyes - and with the use of your incredible charm - he miraculously accepted to give it a chance.

Needless to say he’s enjoying the series more than you.

He had always been like that, he just needs a bit of convincing from time to time. Just a little push.

And there you both stood, his head laid on your lap as your hand gently runs trough his dark locks. As much as people gave him shit for his hair, they were very soft, and you often found yourself playing with it when you didn’t know where to put your hands.

“Can I braid your hair?” you don’t know where that question came from, you just suddenly felt the need to see him with a pretty little braid.

He emits a deep rumble from his chest.

You take it as a yes.

After some time of expertly moving your fingers around, creating a gentle dance between his locks and your digits, you deem your work acceptable.

“Look at me one sec”

He looks up at you, the little braid framing his cute face perfectly.

“You look cute” you laugh, giving him a big smooch on his forehead.

Alex scrunches his nose, not expecting the sudden burst of affection before letting out a small laugh himself.

“You think?” he says, and if his tone isn’t enough for you to pinpoint his cockiness, his poor imitation of the chad face certainly is.

“You’re so stupid” you huff, smacking him lightly on his arm.

“But you looove me” he drawls, hugging your waist and looking up at you with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen him wear.

“Yeah I really should reconsider my judgement skills”

“HEY WTF”

(Would anyone want something similar but with kisses? Let me know ^.^)

[untilwedont]

Jealous Boy

But I can't help it

RQ: Vinnie Hacker x male reader pls!!! Angst to fluff like y/n gets jealous of a girl who is flirting with Vinnie and Vinnie flirts back leading to an very heated argument where Vinnie says something he regrets and tries to make it up to y/n

Warnings; alcohol, mentions of cheating.

to be quite honest, you’d say you were one of the luckiest people to live on earth. I mean.. one of the finest people on earth— a man that everyone would literally kill to just get a smile from, chose to date you.

by man I mean Vinnie Hacker. Every girl thirsted over the guy, and it shocked the public when he openly came out as bisexual and revealed to be in a relationship with you.

but.. dating a fine ass man comes with it’s downsides. A lot of girls, as soon as they laid eyes on Vinnie, tried to come up to him and flirt, doing anything to try and get your boyfriend turned on.

Luckily you dated a loyal man and he’d always push them off, telling them he was already in a relationship— but that changed.

You guys decided to hit the bar, take a few shots, call a taxi home, and maybe have drunk sex?? Well— that was the original plan at least.

“can I get another shot, please?” You asked the bartender, handing them the empty shot glass. They nodded, grabbing your shot glass and taking it away.

You were only two shots in, and hadn’t felt anything happening to your body. You weren’t one to get drunk easily, unlike Vinnie.

By two shots in, he’d already been tipsy, slightly slurring his words when he talked to you. “S’hey, ‘nother shot..” He asked the bartender, giving them the glass and rubbing his eyes.

“You good, vin?” You ask, noticing his slured words becoming more frequent, signaling he was becoming more under the influence.

“hm? oooh~ yeah, for sure!” He said, smiling at you drunkly. You nodded, watching as the bartender gave him another shot of strong alcohol. You decided you were done drinking for the night, wanting to at least be the more sober one.

You left to take a quick bathroom break. When you came back, you expected to see nothing less but you’re drunk boyfriend alone. But, when you returned, you saw a girl talking to vinnie.

Except, it was different this time. He wasn’t pushing the girl away like he usually would. No, he was talking to her. Not in a regular way, but with a more flirty tone.. Like he was enjoying her. Her looks, body, voice, everything.

A sense of jealousy instantly rushed through your body, overflowing your mind with hateful thoughts. But, you tried calming yourself down, thinking it was the alcohol overflowing vinnies mind. Yet, there was something in you that wanted to snoop in on the conversation.

The distant voices of both of them slowly became louder as you got closer. “So, what brings you here tonight?” She asked, slightly biting her lip while trailing a finger down vinnie’s shoulder.

It was obvious about what she wanted. “S’m just here hiccup to have s’me fun..!” He smiled at her, unaware of her wants. “What’s a fine lady like you doin’ here?” Your fists clenched as your jealousy began to overflow you once more. Was he really about to cheat on you, or was it just the alcohol?

“Just.. lookin’ for some fun~” She smiled, placing her hand on Vinnie’s thigh. Vinnie smiled back. “You got a girlfriend?” But, before he could respond to her question, you quickly interrupted the conversation.

“Actually, he has a boyfriend. So you can.. run off now.” You gave her a smile as you shooed her away. Her face turned to disbelief and she walked off. “Oh, hey baby~” vinnie spoke from behind you.

“Don’t fucking baby me, we’re going home.” You grabbed his hand, gripping it sternly, forcing him out of his seat. “Heyy, what’sth big hol’ up?” He asked, his hand still in yours. You didn’t respond, only quickly calling an uber to pick you up. (don’t drink and drive)

You ignored all his little complaints about leaving so early until the taxi finally arrived. You both got in and the whole car ride was silent, the only words being spoken were when you told the uber your address.

When you arrived home, you got out the uber, not bothering to wait or help vinnie get out. He quickly followed behind as you opened the front door, “Hey, what’s going on with you?” He asked as he ran up behind you. “I’d rather talk to you when you aren’t drunk.” You mumbled as you walked through the front door.

“Baby-..” He went to speak again but you quickly cut him off. “I told you to not baby me.” He tossed his hands in the air from confusion. He wasn’t sure what he did wrong. “Just.. just don’t speak to me until you’re sobered up.” You spoke, this time more calm.

He was confused but didn’t complain any longer. The next day rolled around and Vinnie awoke to an empty bed. He was definitely sober now, but needed to suffer the consequences of a hangover. He walked out of the room to find you in the kitchen. He wondered what time it was since he saw you already showered and ready for the day.

He walked up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your head. But, you quickly pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, scratching his head. “So you don’t remember what happened last night?” You calmly asked, not bothering to turn around and face him

“Uhm… I mean not really.. why, did I do something wrong?” He questioned. You felt your hands curl up into a fist as you sighed. “A girl… she came up to you while I was gone,” you finally turned around, “she flirted with you, but you didn’t push her away. No, instead.. instead you flirted back. The way you eyed her.. the way you-..” you took a deep sigh, “The way you let her touch you… and you just sat there…”

Your head hanged low, staring at the ground as you bit your lip. “Baby- I..” He let out a nervous laugh, “I was drunk last night.. you know that.” He tried placing a hand on your shoulder but you quickly took his hand off. “Oh, but you remembered to call me ‘baby’ after you called her a ‘fine fucking lady’ a few fucking seconds ago?!”

You felt tears forming as you stared at him. “Are you- are you accusing me of cheating on you?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief. You scoffed, “I don’t know, Vinnie. Would you? What if I hadn’t stopped the conversation, vinnie? What if I watched as you told her you were single? What if I watched her fucking kiss your lips?! What if-..” Your voice got louder with every ‘what if’, but vinnie cut you off from your ramble.

“Okay, M/N stop!” He yelled. “Do you hear yourself right now?! Why the hell would I ever cheat on you?!” His voice had a sense of nervousness in it as he continued to yell.

“Well im sure you were fucking thinking about it when you eyed her tits!” You yelled back and vinnie scoffed. “Okay, fine! So what if I hookup with a girl?! it’s not like you show me any action anyways!” He yelled, not aware of the words that just came out of his mouth.

You stared at him in disbelief, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Did you-… did you just admit to thinking about cheating on me..?” You spoke lowly, your anger quickly disappearing. Vinnie’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. The words that just came out of his mouth.

“W-wait..! no, no, no, that’s- that’s not want I meant!” His yelling quickly turned into regret as he tried to come up to you and hug you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You harshly whispered, pushing him away as you went to leave the house. “N-no, baby wait!” He tried stopping you from leaving but you were already walking out the door.

You left the house. You weren’t sure where you were going, you just drove. Drove until you couldn’t drive any longer. Vinnie on the other hand cried his heart out, sitting on the kitchen floor as he knew he just ruined your guys’ relationship.

But, after sometime of crying, he had a sudden idea to fix things with you.. or at least try. He wasn’t sure how long you’d be out so he thought he’d start his idea right away.

The sunset became more visible as you continued to drive. You weren’t sure what time you left the house and you weren’t sure what the current time was. You silenced your phone after the constant calls from vinnie. The radio wasn’t on, you left it off just so you could hear your own thoughts.

You knew you had to come back home at some point.. you had nowhere else to stay. So, you eventually returned home. You walked up to the front door and hesitantly turned the lock. You silently walked in, looking around and noticing that it was silent.

You suddenly noticed red shaped petals on the ground that lead upstairs. You followed the petals that continued inside the bedroom. You opened the door, peaking your head inside. There was a sealed cake on the bed that spelled ‘I’m sorry :(.’ Three nicely wrapped gifts sat behind the cake.

There was a sealed envelope that rested on top of the sealed cake that had your name written on the back. “Vinnie?” You spoke softly as you walked towards the cake. You grabbed the envelope,

“M/N im sorry about what I said earlier today. I promise you that i’d NEVER cheat on you. You mean the world to me and the thought of you feeling hurt because of me makes me so angry with myself. I know this may not be a lot but I promise with everything I will continue to try and make it up to you. I love you so much M/N you don’t even know it.

Love,

Vinnies.

Your heart began to hurt once more as you read the letter and your lip slightly quivered. You opened the three gifts. Inside were many of your favorite things, ranging from clothes, to accessories, etc.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. Maybe you’ll give him a second chance.

A/N; ENDING HERE THIS SHIT IS TOO LONG

[dimorphodon-x]

God dammit

[bravo4iscool]

Okay but what if we had designer!reader and model!ghost?????? Love your writing ❤️

first of: THANK YOU SO MUCH!! and second of: HOW DO Y’ALL COME UP WITH THOSE COOL IDEAS???

but your wish is my command hehe…

i think model!ghost would be kinda hard to work with, y’know? always demanding perfection but barely speaking; his gaze hard and judging (🤭😨).

but—here comes the but—designer!reader meets exactly that!

seconds before he’s supposed to be on the runway they be like: “simon, no; come back! i need to change this!” and then they’ll stitch and maybe cut around on his outfit like a madman.

at first he’s confused and irritated; he’s never worked with someone that met his standard; so he’s very distant when they first meet but when he realizes he and reader are quite the same he starts to warm up.

“d’nt y’think we could change this up a bit?” he mumbles, looking down ag himself, frowning. “the sleeves look a bit-“ before he can finish reader is already standing in front of him, fumbling with the sleeves of his suit.

“yeah, you’re right. they look too loose.” they pause for a second before they hurry over to their desk to get the supplies. “gimme just a second and i’ll fix it,” they promise.

“y’stressin’ t’much,” he calmly retorts one day when reader once again fusses over him last minute.

“you demand perfection,” they only mumble a hurried reply, fixing a loose thread. “at least that’s what i’ve been told.” they’re so focused on their job that they don’t notice ghost’s eyes widen.

“y’perfection. why would i demand more?” he then asks, looking down at reader; just in moment to see them halt and blush. “y’stressin’ t’much,” he says again, this time much calmer.

he lifts his arms to carefully push reader away. “the fit’s good. y’did good work. why fussin’ all over me?” he tilts his head, slightly smiling.

reader just takes a deep breath and sighs. “i’ve been warned about you when i first started working with you…” they avoid his gaze. “they told me i wouldn’t last two days because you’re so…harsh on the designers you work with. that’s why i’m fussing over you the whole time. i don’t want to disappoint you, okay?”

ghost quietly nods along, his eyes searching for readers. “y’d’nt disappoint me,” he says, his voice deep and calm, almost soothing to readers heart. “y’perfect, i couldn’t ask f’r anyone better than you.”

“now, that’s a lie,” they laugh but ghost just cups their face and makes them look at him.

“would i ever lie t’you?” reader shakes their head, gulping. “that’s right. i mean what i say.” his eyes are piercing through reader and they feel like he’s staring straight into their soul…

“now y’ll sit down ‘nd relax while i run that silly show.” he guides then towards the little couch in his dressing room, gently pushing them down. “‘nh when i’m done we’ll get s’me food. understand?”

reader only nods again, completely at a loss of words. they’ve never been taken care of like right now…

they shouldn’t get used to it. but…maybe they want to…

(masterlist | part 2)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

[billiethepumpkin]

My Name: Dabi

Kinktober Day 2

Warning: Rated X. This content is intended for those aged 18 years or older. If you are a minor, please do not interact.

Contains: Alcohol/drunkenness. Minor injury. Grinding. Teasing. Hickeys. Nipple play. Fingering. Edging, both intentional and accidental. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Slightly aggressive sex. Birthdays. Feelings of self-hatred.

Author's Note: I know that Dabi is an adult, but I'm still an old fuck :)

Also, this is a repost! I wrote this a while, and I loved it. So here it is again.

It had been several days since you had been to Dabi’s apartment. He had asked you to get several things for him, seeing as he can’t be seen in public. He couldn’t put his freedom on the line, just for groceries. And you were happy to oblige, seeing as you’d be going to his house anyway at some point or another. You had been there dozens of times before, maybe even hundreds. It was dark. There was barely any furniture; just whatever Dabi could find in the dump at night, along with one singular small television that you managed to buy him for your most recent Christmas together.

When you got to his apartment, he cracked the door open slowly, carefully, until he saw that it was you. He was so drunk you could smell the alcohol as soon as the door to his apartment swung open. He was shirtless, his hair quite a bit messier than usual. If you hadn't been in love with him, you might've said he looked pathetic. You wondered how much he had drank, but the empty bottle of some sort of alcohol sitting on the coffee table was a dead giveaway. It was a surprise to you. Dabi knew you were coming over. You had this planned for a little over a week. You’d planned to bring him groceries right after you got your weekly paycheck, and that was today. “-ey there, pretty girl,” he slurred, leaning in the doorway for a moment. Worried, you pushed past him with your paper bags of groceries, almost completely ignoring his words.

As you put away the groceries, you take a minute to ponder. Why would he be like this? What had gotten into him? You knew Dabi was a drinker. After what hell he’s been through, he needed a vice, a coping mechanism. And you couldn’t argue that being drunk did help the pain sometimes. But why today, when he knew you’d be here?

Before Dabi had downed his second double shot of whiskey, he had been sulking. Sulking over the anniversary of his birth–today. He was reminiscing on the previous birthdays he had celebrated when he lived with the rest of his family. He remembered the way Natsuo always tried to make a big deal of it. But it never mattered. It never mattered because his father never even so much as glanced in Dabi’s direction–not even on his own son’s birthday. He never told anyone that his birthday was today. And even after almost a year of knowing each other, you still didn’t know Dabi’s birthday.

You put the groceries away, taking your time to organize them as best you could, before you turned to your boyfriend. He was leaning in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, his head leaning completely against the wall. When you turned to him, he was actually pouting. Yes, Dabi, the man who had survived years of domestic abuse, an entire forest fire, and dozens of missions with the League of Villains, was pouting.

You huffed a small laugh before stepping towards him, his back now against the wall, looking down at you. “What’s wrong?” you cooed up at him with a soft smile.

“You hav’n’t giv’n me ‘ny att’ntion,” he slurred. “Doesn’ y’r boyfr’nd deserve s’me love on ‘is birthday?” He let it slip.

And he really didn’t even mean to. He didn’t realize he even said it out loud until your eyes widened with worry, and you asked, “It’s your birthday?!” Before Dabi could even answer, your shoulders sank with sadness. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “I had no idea. How can I make it up to you? You know what? How about I make you dinner, hm?”

Dabi slowly, tiredly shook his head. “Don’ w’rry about it,” he whined, his eyes drooping and his hands resting on your hips.

“Come on,” you said. “You have to eat something. It’ll help you sober up. How about I order something?” Before Dabi could even think of a response, you were already calling the takeout place you had shown him on your first date and ordering his favorite food for him. Fuck, why did you have to be so… sweet? And caring? Dabi was trying to pretend it wasn’t his birthday. He didn’t need you going and ruining it.

He didn’t know what to say. You looked so sad, feeling like you had failed as a girlfriend, forgetting his birthday and trying to make it up to him. He couldn’t tell you yet. Dabi needed you to feel better first. Damn, how did he end up comforting you? Oh well, he thought. He couldn't be angry at you for just caring so much. Even if it was ruining his plans of sulking.

Dinner came, and you ate together, watching a TV show on your Netflix account. When your food containers were discarded on the table in front of you, he started to get dizzy from the alcohol, and he laid his head on your shoulder.

“Why’d y’ do all that?” he slurred, his eyes threatening to fall closed.

Your eyebrows angled in worry and guilt. “Well… I just wanted…” you began, “to make your birthday special. I forgot all about it, and I didn’t even get you anything–”

“Stop,” he said, waving his hand. “I’s not y’r fault. I didn’ tell you.”

“Oh,” you sighed. “Why not?” You treaded carefully. You worried that too many questions might cross some boundaries, that he might have done it on purpose.

“I’s not a big deal, m’kay?” he mumbled.

You looked at the floor instead of at him. You waited for some kind of real answer, but after several minutes, it was clear you weren’t going to get one. You prodded further. “It’s just that–”

“I’s none ‘f y’r bus’ness,” he groaned, his brows pinching together. He lifted his head, the room spinning slightly. He stood up, refusing to talk about anything. But as soon as he was lifted to his feet, he lost his balance, falling face-first into the corner of the coffee table. You gasped, and you crouched next to your boyfriend, a small cut just above his eyebrow.

“You okay?” you asked, seeing the cut and brushing the dyed dark hair out of the way. He didn’t say anything back. You offered him your hand, and he reluctantly took it, slowly standing up and moving to the couch. You went to his bathroom and found the first-aid kit–the one you forced him to keep in his apartment for times when one of you was being an idiot. You brought back an alcohol wipe and a bandage. You sat straddling one of his legs with the flashlight of your phone illuminating the space. Once he was all patched up, his eyes remained closed as his head rested on the couch cushions behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked in a whisper.

Dabi shook his head. “Jus’ don’ like my birthday,” he answered, looking down, his gaze refusing to meet yours. And suddenly it all clicked. He didn’t have to say anything else. You were being an idiot. Months ago, he told you all about his father, and you were just now putting all the pieces together. Dabi’s birthday was a not-so-gentle reminder of who he was supposed to be and who he was not. And for that he refused to forgive himself.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your hands resting on the space between his neck and his shoulders. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, now gently lifting his chin so that his lips met yours. You kissed him over and over again, one turning into hundreds. The difference in feeling between his upper and lower lip was vast. The top was soft, smooth. The bottom would have felt chapped if you didn’t know any better. His rough hands, outlined with cold staples, slid under your dress and rested on your plush thighs. You inhaled sharply at the sensation of metal against your skin.

He pulled away, and you looked down at him with a longing in your eyes. “You okay?” he asked as your skin adjusted to him. You nodded, and you desperately pulled him back into your kiss. His hands ventured further up your legs, eventually coming to rest on your hips, where the lace waistband of your panties dipped into your flesh. Dabi’s fingers splayed against your skin, the different textures melting into your flesh and making you shiver. He fondled the waistband of your panties, making you involuntarily squirm against him. The friction of his clothed leg against you was enough to egg you on. You grinded your clothed sex against him one more time, and he grinned into your lips. His right hand trailed the outline of your panties against your thigh, and eventually rubbed his thumb against your clit on the outside of your underwear. You sighed into his lips, impatiently waiting for more, wondering what would be “too forward.”

You laced your fingers into his long black hair, gently caressing the back of his head. Dabi let his head fall back, leaving his neck open for you to take between your lips. You pulled away long enough for Dabi to pull his shirt over his head. Due to Dabi’s burns, his neck was much less sensitive than the rest of his body. He could barely even feel the contact your lips were making with his neck. You knew this. You moved to his chest, just below the staples, and Dabi sighed into your touch. He could barely even think straight. He had never remembered a time when someone treated him like you treated him, when someone was as thoughtful and as considerate as you. He could only sit back and watch as you gently sucked a piece of his flesh into your pretty mouth and swiped your tongue over it. He’d never been given a hickey before. Most people were too scared to touch his neck. But here you were, finding a way and making it enjoyable for him.

“Fuck~” he groaned as you let go of his flesh with a pop. “I love you so goddamn much.” He lifted your face and slotted your lips into his. His right hand remained on your still-clothed pussy, but his left hand moved to unhook your bra. He struggled for a moment, trying to concentrate on everything at once, but you helped out by pulling your dress over your head, unhooking it yourself, and tossing your bra to the floor. Dabi had seen you naked plenty of times before. Hell, you had fucked on the first date. But seeing you now through his drunken lens, an even mixture of love and lust behind your eyes, made his cock twitch. He wanted to show you exactly how much he loved you the best way he could.

He took your nipple, hardened against the cool air of his apartment, between his lips. You let your head fall back, hair ghosting against your back. You let out a whine as his tongue swiped over your breast, his thumb gently brushing against your sex through the lace of your panties. Soon, you felt his soft fingertips push your panties into a thin line to the left of your pussy. Now, his thumb brushed against your bare clit, pulling another whine from your lips, longer this time with enough desire to make a saint blush. Pleased, Dabi dipped two of his fingers between your folds and played in your arousal for a moment, thoroughly coating his fingers in your slick, relishing in your scent and desperate to pull more sighs and whines from your love-swollen lips.

Dabi’s lips pulled away from your tit to look up at you as two of his long fingers slipped past your entrance. Your mouth dropped into a pretty O shape, mimicking a moan as Dabi’s drunken gaze met your lustful one. You let the shaky moan escape your lungs as his palm rested against your clit and his fingers curled inside you. Dabi’s lips were just centimeters from your own. Dabi closed the gap, slotting his lips into yours and beginning to move his fingers inside you. Your lack of sounds, however, led Dabi to believe this wasn’t enough. He picked you up and switched spots with you, laying you down on the couch with your legs still spread. He quickly pushed his fingers back into you, curling them again to hear you moan, louder this time from the new position.

Dabi began to lazily pump his fingers in and out of you, the palm of his large hand pushing against your clit with each thrust of his wrist. He absent-mindedly palmed the growing bulge in his jeans, too focused on your pretty noises to realize that he could fully stroke himself. “Dabi~” you whined, “you’re gonna make me cum!” Dabi groaned at the name. He didn’t know it bothered him until right now. He’d have to think about it later, the way that name made him feel, especially coming from the lips of his girl, someone he was supposed to love. He’d think about it later.

“Tha’s th’ point,” he growled, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind. “Cum f’ me, sweet girl.”

It was the nickname. The nickname had you flying over the edge, the rope of pleasure snapping in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm gushed over Dabi’s fingers and dripped down your ass cheeks, your moans tumbling over your tongue like dice.

Without a moment to rest, Dabi unzipped his jeans, his dick aching to be set free from their denim and polyester prison, desperate to be buried inside you. He slapped the tip of his cock against you several times, sliding himself between your folds and coating himself in the liquid of your orgasm. When he rested his head against your entrance, your eyes widened. “Too much,” you whined. “D-dab-bi, I c-can’t–”

“Don’ call me that ‘nymore,” he commanded, looking you dead in the eyes. It wasn’t him being bratty or demanding or even the “dom.” The sentence came out of nowhere, without Dabi even thinking. The small amount of worry in your eyes made Dabi question his own words. He swallowed hard, the look in his eyes changing from fiery to soft in a matter of seconds, trying to silently assure you he wasn’t angry.

You were panting and shaking, not-so-patiently awaiting the stretch of his cock against your walls. “W-what do I call-all you the-en?” you stuttered, eyes flashing between his hips and his eyes.

“My name,” he answered, “is Touya.” With no time for you to respond, Dabi–rather, Touya–slammed his entire length inside your waiting cunt. You gasped as his hips collided with yours. Touya’s movements stopped to soothe you, as you whimpered and whined underneath him against the stretch of his member. He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, your thighs stretching to allow Touya as close to you as possible. He rested his forehead against yours as he pulled out of you slowly. His right hand came to caress your cheek. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled. “Di’n’t mean t’ scare you.”

You nodded, not quite able to come up with the words to respond. Slowly, methodically, he thrusted into you, his tip kissing your cervix as you let out a soft whine. Dabi let his eyes close as he listened, continuing to move his hips as slowly as possible, worried he might scare you again. “T-Touya,” you stammered. His icy blue eyes opened to find you, staring up at him with as much love as you could muster. Before that moment, Touya hated the person he was supposed to be. With every small reminder, he hated himself a little more for not living up to be that person. But when those syllables came from your lips, he felt loved. He felt wanted. He felt needed. He felt like he was the person he was always meant to be. “N-need more,” you pleaded.

He thrusted in and out of you again, with a little more force and slightly more speed. You let out a loud sigh. Touya’s sobriety was ruined–he got drunk on your moans, your scent, the way your pretty pussy gripped his dick like a vice. “R’lax, pretty girl,” he groaned, nearly through his teeth. “If y’ clamp d’wn on me like that, ‘m gonna cum already.” He slowed, almost to a stop, his cock resting inside you at the hilt, reaching deep inside you. With his left hand, Touya caressed your waist, your hips, anything he could reach. He wanted to be impossibly closer to you. He thrusted into you once again, once he was sure he wasn’t going to bust on the spot.

You did your best to relax, taking long breaths that exhaled in the form of moans and cries. “Oh, you pretty little thing,” Touya groaned, becoming restless. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“‘M yours, Touya,” you moaned in response. “I’m all yours.” The sound of his name–his true name–escaping your lips left him gasping for air.

“Promise?” he asked, looking you in the eyes with the same intensity as before. His thrusting slowed, pulling you away from another orgasm. You sighed, grieving the loss of the previously incoming pleasure. “Promise you’re mine?” At first you thought this was his way of dominating you, like maybe he was going to edge you until he got what he wanted. But when you looked deeper into his diamond eyes, you saw actual fear. Now that you’d said his name, he was terrified. Terrified that he’d lose you. Terrified that, after you, nobody would ever say his name the way you did. Not with pity. Not with disappointment. Not with anger. But with as much love as could be packed into one five-letter-word.

“I promise, Touya,” you whispered. Upon the promise, Touya began to thrust into you with such fury and passion that your body became overwhelmed. Your thoughts were no longer coherent. The only sensation you could feel was Touya entering and leaving your sex as quickly as he possibly could.

Within a minute, he felt your hole pulsing around him. Touya relished the feeling of you. The pressure of your pussy around his cock made him bust unexpectedly. All of the sudden, he was emptying himself into you, the ultimate sign that you were, in fact, his. He continued thrusting, his cock aching from the overstimulation. But he needed you to cum. He was desperate for you to cry out his name again, to be the one to make you feel oh-so-much. He stood up, thrusting into you at a new angle. His thumb swiped over your soaked clit, pulling more pleasure out of you. “Come on, pretty girl,” he groaned. “I wanna feel you cum on me, wanna make you feel s’good.”

Touya’s words washed over you, only adding to the pleasure. You played with your own pebbled nipples, desperate for the orgasm you’d been denied twice now. With every single thrust a moan came tumbling from your tongue. And with a few final thrusts, Touya was emptying himself into you again. The pressure of his cum filling you up made you fall over that final edge into bliss. You cried out, “Touya~!” as your cunt clenched around him with your orgasm.

Touya let out a sigh as you came down from your high. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, his length staying inside of you for a moment. As he slowly slid out, you sighed at the loss of contact. He picked you up and switched spots with you, resting you on his lap one more time. Both of you were out of breath, your bare chests pressed against each other.

Touya’s fingers locked behind your back, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. The soft fingers on his left hand ghosted over your back, creating goosebumps on your skin. You smiled into his neck. “I love you,” you said. “Do you know that?” You sat up to look at him, your hands resting on his face. “I love you so damn much.”

Touya smiled up at you gently, the sleep beginning to wash over his body. “I love you, too,” he whispered, your forehead resting against his before you pressed a long, loving kiss into his lips. He suddenly stood up, and you let out a gasp as he picked you up. “Let’s get to bed,” he said, carrying you all the way to his bed, the mattress and box spring on the floor. When he finally rested on the mattress next to you, he covered both of you with his blankets and pulled your head to rest on his chest. You pressed feather-light kisses onto his burnt skin every once in a while. “Y’really wanna be w’th me f’rever?” he slurred, his body still processing the alcohol.

You huffed in a small laugh. “As long as you want me to stay,” you answered, never even picking your head up. You draped your arm over him and rested your hand on the opposite side of his waist.

“So,” he said, “forever, then.” It was halfway a smartass joke, halfway a correction.

You laughed again. “Yeah,” you answered. “Forever.”

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

[somber-sapphic]

Party Time

You're sick but go to a party upon Tony's request. The girls aren't happy. (wandanat x reader)

Word Count: 880

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You sniffled against your wrist, swallowing the mucus you couldn’t cough up. Tony had said something about needing everyone there for the party, and for some reason, you had listened. Now, you were wearing something far too revealing for how cold you were. 

You took another sip of water, wincing as it went down your throat.

“You know, you really didn’t have to come.” A warm hand rested on your shoulder and you flinched, startled. “Oh, sorry love I didn’t mean to scare you.” Wanda crooned, moving to sit beside you. Her eyes were full of gentle concern and you really didn’t have the energy to reassure her. 

“Hun, maybe we should go home.” 

“S’ok I’m fine” You mumbled, rubbing a hand across your bleary eyes. She nodded and adjusted the strap of your sleeve rubbing your shoulder with a soft hand. 

“You feel a little warm.” Damn it, she wasn’t letting this go. You glanced at Natasha, who was happily chatting with Clint, looking more at ease than you'd seen her in a while. 

“I’m fine, sweet girl. I’m going to go dance with Natty, wanna join?” You plastered a smile on your overly made-up face, but it clearly didn’t soothe her worries. “C’mon my heart, I’m fine.” You leaned over and kissed her cheek, avoiding her lips. You wouldn’t get her sick. 

She hummed a clearly negative response, not trusting you. You squeezed her hand and stood up, instantly regretting your decision. Her hand went to your waist and she steadied you as you tried to blink away the spots invading your vision. 

“Maybe you should sit down.” Her words were fuzzy and distant, you couldn’t quite focus. 

“Sit down sweetheart.” This was definitely a command. You felt yourself being pushed down and a glass was pressed against your lips. “Drink, okay?” You turned away with a shake of your head, terrified that you’d ruin this night. It was supposed to be fun.

“M’fine, think I jus’ need s’me sleep,” You slurred, swaying dangerously on the barstool. You felt your head connect with something soft, and the world went dark. 

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“Damnit Y/n, open your fucking eyes,” Wanda demanded, patting your cheek just short of a slap. Panic coursed through her veins as she tried desperately to wake you up. A small moan escaped your chapped, nearly bleeding lips and you curled away, nearly falling off of the stool.

“My god bubs, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Wanda was mad at you…what had you done again?

“Din’t mean to.” You forced out, not ready to open your eyes yet. The world was spinning for some weird reason, and you wanted it to stop. 

“Hush my dove.” A different much less angry voice interjected, and you gravitated towards it, hoping to get away from the angry one. She was cold. You wanted to be warm. 

“No, she doesn’t get to be coddled right now! She let us take her out, Tasha! She-” Wanda’s voice cracked dangerously, converting her fear. 

“I know baby, but she’s clearly out of it. We can be mean when she’s feeling a little better, yeah?” Natasha crooned. The relationship was completely out of wack. Wanda was usually the peacekeeper, but when she was pissed she was scarier than Nat. Now, Natasha was cooling her down and keeping her from crying. Stuff was weird. 

“Feel great,” You mumbled, tugging on Wanda’s arm. She was pretty, even when she was mad. 

“Stop it. I swear Y/n, quit it. You are so fired.” She growled, prompting you to open your eyes. A painful cough erupted from your lungs and you winced, again almost falling off of your chair thing. You wanted to go home.

“Mmm…hi pretty girl,” You gave Wanda a loopy grin, which she responded to by giving you an epic eye roll. 

“Hi, stupid. You ready to go home?” 

“We’re partyin’!” You sat up and Natasha quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you from tipping back over. 

“We were, now we’re going home.” 

“Why’s Wans mad at me?” You asked, curling yourself up against Nat. She helped you to her feet with little help from the frustrated witch, who was swiping at the tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“She’s worried about you bubs. Which is fair, you scared us all. Tony hasn’t stopped pacing and Clint was ready to run you to a hospital. Any hospital. It was sort of funny,” She supplied, reaching over to squeeze Wanda’s hand. 

“Just wanted you guys to have fun…” 

“You’re frustratingly self-sacrificing,” Wanda murmured, shifting to help Natasha carry you.

“You’re pretty.” You replied, leaning on her. She sighed quietly and pressed a gentle kiss against your overheated forehead. 

“Yeah, you too. I’m sorry for yelling, you just scared me. Promise you’ll tell me or Tasha when you don’t feel good from now on, okay?” 

“Promise. Love you guys.” 

“We love you too, think we can get you into the elevator?” Oh yeah, you were still at the tower. Tony was weird.

“Mhm…can I sleep?” The women laughed and promised you that you could sleep as long as you wanted. The last thing you really heard before drifting off in your girlfriend’s arms was Natasha asking FRIDAY to take you to your room. 

[divine-misfortune]

where it hurts kiss w/mountain and zephyr pls <3

High zeph getting loved on

Glass brought to their lips, Zephyr startled slightly. A muddled sound of confusion as they slipped from the clouds, jarring to be pulled back to earth so abruptly after floating for so long. Millions of miles away in some comfortable haze, they'd almost forgotten where their body resided - nearly forgot they were anything more than fog skimming the water in some secret place, that there was ever a physical body to begin with. Fighting to remember how to open their eyes, they blinked one at a time until they managed to focus on Mountain in front of them.

Him and that crooked little smile.

"Think your tolerance has gone down" Mountain tsked and cupped their jaw, lifting their chin from their chest.

Normally they'd have protested his assistance, loathing the oddly helpless feelings that crept up on them, but they were in no place to do something of the sort. Zephyr was helpless in the moment, too smoked out to even pick up their own head.

Their fang clinked against the rim of the glass as Mountain tipped it, a soft apologetic sound rumbling out of the earth ghoul as water spilled into their otherwise dry mouth. It brought a sort of relief they didn't know they needed, and they drank it down like the nectar of the gods. Chilled and sweetened with a sprig of mint - Mountain never seemed to forget the mint.

"Ah - ah, easy..." He gave their jaw a soft squeeze and pulled the glass away for a moment, earning a low whine of protest. "Gonna waterboard yourself if you don't slow down."

Mountain fixed them a look one might consider stern, but it was still Mountain after all. Always betrayed by his fondness. He was never one for scolding and the like, with Zephyr there was hardly ever a dominant bone to be found within him. The attempted shift in their established dynamic was strange, not necessarily bad but strange to them nonetheless. They'd be grateful for it when they sobered up. In such a state they needed the guidance and the correction that came with it.

Zephyr remembered to nod accordingly, at least tried to. Mountain wouldn't budge an inch until they did.

Seemingly satisfied with their compliance Mountain granted them the remaining reprieve to their cotton mouthed plight. They somehow sagged further into the soft nest of furs and blankets, tail swaying in a lazy but satisfied pattern. It would have been easy to just melt into the soft pile in that far off corner of the greenhouse. Mountain’s old creaky futon felt like the most logical place for them to melt into a boneless heap in their humble, clearly influenced opinion.

"Don't think s’me," Zephyr's words slurred despite themself as their head lolled onto their shoulder. Puffing a stray strip of silver hair from their face, "think your supply got stronger."

"Oh don't go blaming me, you lightweight." Mountain carefully tucked the offending lock behind their feathered ear. If he brushed his fingers over the tips of their feathers just to see them shudder, that was his business. "You look more relaxed chickadee, got that sour look off your face. How's it feel?"

He chuckled softly when their nose scrunched up in thought. The air ghoul pressed their lips into a thin line as they considered their vessel. It was never a simple question. An answer that changed daily, often one extreme or the other. Agony or numbness. Today was the former. A deep hollow ache housed in every bone and joint, joined by the odd cold zing in a randomly selected nerve.

"Mm...Mostly" Zephyr concluded.

"Still a bit achey?" They nodded and Mountain frowned sympathetically, "where does it hurt, love?"

"Hands."

He lifted one hand from where they'd fisted it into the brown fur beneath them and held them carefully in his own. Dainty, almost boney fingers trembled against his palm. Years of ivory keys had worn away at their already limited grace, damned by a vessel intent on wasting away at a pace none of them could have anticipated. He knew whatever relief he, or any of them, could offer them was merely a bandaid to a gunshot wound but he still tried despite it.

"Where?" Mountain asked, turning them palm up to gently knead his thumbs into the meat of their hand.

Groaning lowly, Zephyr mumbled something he didn't quite catch. Their pale eyelashes fluttered against their cheeks and he wanted to kiss the shadows they cast like butterfly wings. Delicate and beautiful as always.

Much like the tree roots knotting through the dirt, he could feel the electricity flickering through their nerves. Palm down, Mountain thumbed over their knuckles. If he focused he could trace their pain like a well worn path, and if he focused further, he could almost assist in conducting the sparks through the fraying wire. Earth magic was mostly situational, but the body's nervous system was close enough to that of a plant to do the trick. It wasn't perfect, but it was another bandaid he could apply.

Replacing the little pattern his thumb had stroked over the back of their hand, he brushed his lips over their knuckles instead. Zephyr blinked their eyes open again, a much more coordinated effort on their part, to watch the earth ghoul bow his head to meet their hand. He kissed the middle joint of their first finger followed by the next. Mountain kissed up each finger with a familiar sort of reverence, such a miniscule act of worship to send their heart stuttering in their chest.

Mountain had an innate ability to make them feel young again without even trying.

At the tip of their pinky finger, Mountain glanced up to their face. Expression gone soft, his copper eyes caught the afternoon light like pools of honey they could have very well fallen into. Zephyr swallowed thickly when his mouth quirked into a shy smile, caught in the act of loving them too blatantly. They swore the fog behind their eyes swirled in the shape of hearts.

Pulling away suddenly, Mountain's brow knit. He began a confused chirp that they didn't give him the chance to finish. Zephyr took his face and clumsily hauled him closer till they could perfectly mold their mouth to his. It was a miracle their teeth didn't crash together. Mountain had to grab the back of the futon to keep himself balanced, head already spinning like Zephyr had snatched the air straight from his lungs.

They cradled his cheek in their left hand and the right snaked back to thread their fingers into the auburn waves at the nape of his neck. Not pulling, simply holding onto him like another anchor point. Brain finally catching up, Mountain's amused exhale fanned warm against their cheeks. His tail coiled around their leg as he eased into the gentle movement of their lips like he had a thousand times before. Kissing the air ghoul was like second nature. Like returning home each time.

Zephyr licked over his bottom lip with no real heat behind it and he couldn't stop himself from letting them in. They drank the sweet sigh off his lips and chased the whine he tried to deny them, pulling it from him like they owned every single reedy sound.

Satisfied or exhausted, Zephyr sat back. Admiring his lips surely tinged as red as their eyes, they short of giggled.

"Fuck..I love you" Mountain breathed, winded. Wanting. The definition of adoration.

[princessbrunette]

now 🍓 has me thinking abt jayj using a vibe on you after youve had a rough day :( - 🐰

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it’s when you need something slower, powerful, intense. something that’s gonna completely turn your brain off for a little bit. he did all he could for you emotionally after you had a rough day, sitting you on his lap and letting you cry, stroking your back. he’d wiped up your face up, told some silly stories, made you some mac n cheese or toast or something comforting, tried to get you to take a nap on his chest — not much was getting you settled. he knew what you needed.

you’re still sniffling when he’s got your legs strewn over his thighs keeping them apart, but this time for better reasons. you hiccup, writhing against his body as he rolls the vibrating wand up to your clit once more, your sensitive bud twitching and spasming against it. he’s right over your shoulder, watching every little move you make, tonguing at his lip in concentration. he wasn’t sure how many orgasms it was gonna take to fix things for you, but he was determined — and he had all night.

“you got it babydoll, i’m right here.” he strokes your thigh, soothing you over your sobs.

“ohh— oh jayj!” you cry, orgasm impending.

“yeah? who’s my good girl, huh? m’listenin’.”

“s’me…” you whine, fucked out, mouth pretty much running off autopilot.

“nah, gotta tell me baby. c’mooon, say it for me.” he cooes as you’re about to topple over the edge.

“i’m your good girl.” you sniffle before you squeak, another orgasm washing over you hard. he thinks if he makes you repeat these positive affirmations enough you’ll start to believe it and you’ll feel a little better— basic science, as he puts it.

“uh-huh, hell yeah you are. damn, my girl looooves her new toy. gonna put me outta a job.”

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