#soft boob!es

[pppppppppppt]

I had a dream that I was wearing a band t-shirt that’s usually baggy on me, but in my dream it was really tight around my chest, my boobs had gotten bigger, and they were pressing up against the shirt. You could see that my nipples had also gotten bigger, and you could also see my piercings through the shirt. It was so fucking hot. My boobs had gotten so big, soft and bouncy and my ass got bigger too. I wish I knew how to make that actually happen.

[reshinless]

Can you write kinich x reader smut

──── i w'na ride?!

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. whatever position he wants >_o

𝜗𝜚 pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader(?) see this however u want cuz in som of the bullets i use boobs or discreetly mention chests (kinich is also a lowk perv)

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. i'll explain why he'd like this trust me, !!nsfw content ahead!!

inspired by the moments where he kept hitting the pose where his hands behind his head plus the one scene where he sat in a tree with his hands behind his back (or maybe i'm imagining things.)

kinich who reluctantly visits the beach(es) plus hot springs in the toyac springs region because mualani says you both need it, seeing as how much you both work beside each other, you'll definitely need a nice bath! especially the rumors of the heated conditions the springs seem to excrete.

kinich who no matter how long you and him have met each other, he'll never get used to seeing you in a bathing suit. even when you both were still kids fooling around on the beach with mualani. the atmosphere back then has almost never changed, walking along the sandy coast, feeling each little particle fall over your toes, the sun roughly about to set, the scenery was a sight to behold!

now that you both were older.. he would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you, your way of fighting, your appearance, how well you compliment him, it was almost like a corrupt addiction. even ajaw mentions how cheesy it is each time he sees kinich looking at you, whether it be lust or love in his green eyes.

mualani was overjoyed to hear that you've never gone out to swim, especially in the temperature she's usually in. kinich decides to tag along, totally not because he definitely wouldn't mind seeing you in different swimsuits/trunks.

kinich who you didn't mind letting him stay outside the changing room while you put on different suits while mualani actually help you choose (unlike someone who just kept ogling his eyes at you)

mualani who chose something that revealed more than appropriate portion of your skin (which was a lot, and imagine this similar to the one lumine wore!!), kinich who couldn't stop eyeing you up and down, ajaw teasing with digital sunglasses over his face; "y'know sunglasses help cover up what you're tryna look at!"

cue kinich smacking bro away again :pray:

you only got more attractive in his eyes. watching how you walk up to him, holding out a bottle of sunscreen to him, asking if he'd put some on your back before you'd go surfing on mualani's shark.

kinich didn't wanna admit but he was a little more than just turned on while spreading the lotion over your shoulders and back down to your back, his calloused hands feeling you up and down..

kinich who felt a little guilty but couldn't help but always slowly let his view dip down to your ass. shit he could already imagine what it'd look like without that last piece of clothing. too bad he can't rip it off you right here and now.

kinich who ran his hands around your chest, your sides, every curve that you wouldn't suspect him from.. he could already feel the tent in his pants rise.

kinich who couldn't resist looking at your pretty body through the blurriness of the water, almost forgetting to swim back up from being a little more than distracted. only coming back up after mualani mentions he's the winner of holding their breath underwater challenge.

a sigh of relief.. or maybe pleasure rather remembering yesterday on how close he got to be to you, palming his erection with hurriedness, thinking of how soft you felt under his fingers, only a thin layer of sunscreen that wouldn't make it weird between you both, kinich catches himself moan your name quietly in the changing room before he goes back out to you and mualani for day two of your summer break of 5 days in total.

sitting under the comfortable shade of an umbrella he brought, putting sunglasses on to rest for a bit before going in the water, or at least that is what it looks like. in all real reality, he was taking sneaky glances at you from less than appropriate angles, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

kinich could barely hold himself back for the next 2 days, wherein you all toured around mualani's hometown (for the sixtieth time, but then again it never gets old seeing a different culture every now and then!)

on the last day of your adventures with mualani, she offers for you both to finally bask in the warmth of the hot springs! the natural wonder of her home! kinich was reluctant at first, but agreed seeing how you were just oh-so happy to oblige.

this time, mualani got you a different swimsuit, one muuuuuchhh more revealing this time. it's clear now that she knows kinich's little crush on you, and now she knew that you liked him back.

mualani who coincidentally forgot the milk, and silly snacks she baked earlier that morning, oh would you look at the time! i guess she has to go get them... kinich who lowkey panicks, he already is a little flustered from your new look (but manages to quickly cool himself down)

kinich who is gentle while letting you slowly dip your feet into the water, this wasn't his first time here but he knew it was yours, stepping into the water first while holding your palms softly.

you two finally both sit in the springs comfortably, right in front of him, talking about whatever you and mualani did while he sunbathed (under an umbrella). building sandcastles and such.

"ahhh... kinichhhh! you should've been there. i would've wanted you there at least, dunno about mualani-" it felt like almost immediately his trunks tightened.. maybe he got the wrong size?

oh but the sound of you verbally saying you needed him definitely is a huge turn on. well you didn't necessarily say 'need' but you definitely wanted him there, good enough.

kinich who already has you straddled on top of him, directly on his boner, fuck he could feel it already. his hands are already on your hips letting you grind over his erection, this felt better than he could've ever fantasized of!

kinich who lets you ride him, the water you both were already surrounded only made it sound all the more dirtier. it didn't help that the sly little smile on your face, all he could do was bury his face into an arm of his own, looking away from you.

kinich whose hands were in his hair, intertwining with every little strand, the flush on his face only worsened each time you bounced on it, he could barely make eye contact with you, not because he didn't want you.. ohh it was because he thinks if he did he'd come immediately!!

kinich who holds you close as his climax comes closer as well, holding you tight in his embrace, he could feel your warmth, your skin, your everything, all he could was quickly drift his calloused palms back down to your hips, making sure no drop of cum was waaaasssttteeedddd

you could see how good you made him feel, even with just a sneaky, yet lustful glance, yet plop plop plop is all you can hear echoing throughout the cave, your hands propped up on the wall as kinich pushed against your back, his grunts only getting louder, eager to please you. seeing how your eyebrows knotted

kinich who felt intoxicated as hell in your scent, almost breathless as his head fits into the empty slot right beside your collar, fire pooled down inside your abdomen as you slowly reached your peak, watching how beautifully your eyes rolled back, feeling warm semen shoot up in your stomach. holy shit were you a beauty to see.

the musky scent of sweat mixed with the warm water below you both, kinich could still feel you clench harshly on his cock, even after release, fixed & still processing what you both had just done.

kinich who brings you out the bath, wrapped in a towel, bridal style and all, before mualani can come back with the milk and snacks- "hey what is that white stuff mixed in the water- what did you two do?!"

kinich who holds your hand while you both stroll throughout the shops opened up at nighttime, the constellations in the sky connected like it was used to it, the fresh scent of grilled fish was clear in the air's aroma, filling everyone's noses, mualani couldn't just give all this fish just to you two anyway!

kinich who fully confessed his feelings to you, no sex no lust, just him wanting you to sense how much he's been longing for you, in hopes you'd reciprocate it. in which you did with open arms!

m: "aha! i knew it! you both finally told each other you like each other didn't you!!", k: "no need to shout.", y/n: "i suppose!"

mualani will stop teasing for now, and let you two be, just with each other as the stars reflect off the light you've shone into his life.

kinda cringe might delete :100:

[p0orbaby]

It Might Be More of an Obsession

summary: feeding your child in public stirs feelings inside of alexia she didn’t realise she had

warnings: SMUT 18+, breastfeeding kink, breast milk, stap on use, fingering, breast play, top!alexia, sub!dom, not proofread

a/n: this is… something. it’s an acquired taste so i don’t blame you for skipping past this if the themes aren’t your thing

word count: 1.9k

-

“Ella está a punto de llorar”

You turn your head, pausing your conversation with Frido to find Mapi holding your daughter at arm’s length over the table.

“Jesús María, ella no es una bomba,” Alexia exclaims, reaching out to save her kid from being dropped into a vat of paella.

“Pass her here, Ale. She’s just hungry”

You can’t blame her. Outings with the team are an event even for you these days, let alone a four-month-old who is the center of attention at every gathering. She’s an easy child, patient, and calm. But even the most mellow of souls needs a food break.

Alexia stands, cradling your daughter as she wriggles animatedly in her arms. “Shall I warm up a bottle?”

You shake your head. “I’ll feed her. It’s not too busy here and the girls won’t mind.”

Alexia gives you a nod, admiration shining in her eyes as she hands your daughter over to you. Finding a comfortable position, you settle into your chair and begin to feed her.

The conversation around the table continues, but you catch a few of the girls sneaking curious glances in your direction. It’s clear they’re all trying to act casual, but some are more subtle than others. Like a group of teenagers sneaking glances at their teacher’s cleavage, except, you know, less creepy and more endearing.

“Oye, Alexia,” Patri teases, nudging her captain with a playful grin, “put your tongue back in your mouth, vale”

Alexia rolls her eyes, but you can see a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Shut up. I’m just making sure they’re both okay.” This, of course, is said with the dignity of a queen who has just been told she’s got spinach in her teeth.

Ona joins in, unable to resist a little ribbing. “Right, because that’s why you’re looking at your wife’s chest like you’ve never seen boobs before. Maybe you should take notes for when it’s your turn, eh?”

Alexia chuckles, trying to brush off the teasing. “When it’s my turn, I’ll be a natural. No need for notes”

“Don’t give her any ideas,” you interject, smiling as you switch your daughter to the other breast. “I’ve already got one Putellas rinsing me dry, I don’t need another”

-

The house is quiet, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the team gathering. The baby is finally asleep in her crib, and the two of you tiptoe out of the nursery. You close the door softly, turning to find Alexia already watching you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

She doesn’t say anything, just takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. Her touch is gentle but insistent, a silent promise of what’s to come. The door clicks shut behind you, and the air is thick with anticipation.

“Alexia,” you murmur, but she’s already moving, her hands on your waist, pulling you close.

“Shh,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.

Her lips find yours, the kiss deep and hungry. You can feel the restraint she’s been holding onto slipping away. Her hands roam your body, urgent, demanding. She breaks the kiss, her eyes dark with desire.

“Take off your clothes,” she commands, her voice low and rough in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

You comply, heart pounding in your chest. Alexia watches, her gaze never leaving your body. When you’re finally naked before her, she steps closer, her hands finding your breasts, cupping them with a reverence that makes your knees weak.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. “I can’t get enough of you”

Her mouth follows her hands, lips and tongue teasing. You gasp, your body arching into her touch. She’s relentless, her need for you suffocating, almost overwhelming.

“Lie down,” she orders, and you do, your body moving without even thinking. Not that you have the ability to do that now anyway, your brain is shrouded in fog.

She climbs over you, her eyes locked on yours as she lowers her head to your breasts again. She nips at the flesh, then takes your nipple between her teeth, and you moan, your hands clutching at the sheets. Her other hand slides between your legs, fingers finding you wet and ready.

“Please, Alexia,” you whisper, your voice shaky.

She looks up at you, her eyes blazing. “You like that, don’t you? Watching me watch you. Knowing how much I want you”

“Yes,” you breathe, the word a plea.

Her fingers thrust into you, hard and fast, her mouth still working your breast. The feeling of her hand and her mouth together is almost too much, your body straining towards release. She’s rough, dominant, taking you with a fierceness that leaves you breathless.

Her mouth moves to your other breast, her tongue flicking over your nipple before giving it the same treatment as the last. The sting sends jolts of pleasure through you, making you cry out. She pulls back for a moment, her eyes meeting yours with a possessive heat that has you melting.

“You’re mine,” she growls, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot. “Say it”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your body tensing, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Good girl,” she purrs, her thumb rubbing your clit in tight, precise circles.Your breath catches in your throat. Alexia’s fingers are persistent, driving you closer and closer to the edge. She knows exactly what you need before you even do, and she’s giving it to you with an intensity that leaves you trembling.

Without warning, she withdraws her hand, leaving you panting and on the verge of begging. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches into the bedside drawer. The familiar rustling reaches your ears, and you watch from under hooded lids as she fastens the strap around her hips. The sight of her, so confident and in control, sends a fresh wave of arousal straight to your core.

“Turn over,” she commands, her voice firm.

You obey, albeit on shaky limbs. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you feel her position herself behind you. Her hands glide over your hips, guiding you to where she wants you. The tip of the strap presses against your entrance, and you can feel her hesitation, the slight pause as she ensures you’re ready.

“Ale, please,” you plead, your voice gravelly, strained.

She doesn’t need to be told twice. With a slow, steady thrust, she fills you completely, her hips meeting your ass. You moan, the feeling of being taken so fully, so deeply, nearly overwhelming.

“¿Es esto lo que querías?” she asks, her voice a low growl. “To be fucked like this?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your fingers digging into the sheets.

She begins to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you to adjust to the fullness. But it doesn’t take long for her pace to quicken, the need in her movements undeniable. She’s unabated, her thrusts hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure all the way down to your toes and back again.

You can hear her breathing, harsh and ragged, as she fucks you with a single-minded intensity. Her hands grip your hips, holding you in place as she drives into you over and over. The sound of your bodies coming together fills the room, mingling with your moans and her low grunts.

“Tell me how it feels,” she demands, her voice tight with restraint.

“Amazing,” you manage to gasp. “So good, Alexia. Please, don’t stop”

Her response is a sharp push that makes you cry out. She leans over you, her lips brushing against your ear. “I won’t stop until you come for me”

Her hand snakes around your body, finding your clit again and rubbing it in sync with her movements. It’s almost too much to bear, pushing you closer and closer to oblivion.

“Come for me,” she whispers, her voice a dark command. “Quiero sentir como te corres”

With a final, desperate drive, she sends you tumbling. Your orgasm crashes through you, a tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shaking and winded. She holds you tight, her movements slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure you could possibly give her.

Finally, she pulls out, her hands gentle as she helps you turn onto your back. She leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the fierceness of earlier replaced by a tender intimacy.

But she’s not done. Not yet.

She repositions herself, between you open legs. The look in her eyes is predatory, and you know she’s far from finished with you. She adjusts the strap, aligning it at your entrance once more, and presses in with renewed vigor. Your overstimulated body quakes under the assault of pleasure and pain, and your moans turn to cries of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

“You like that?” she growls, her rhythm punishing. “You want more?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, your voice raw with need.

Her hands grip your breasts, squeezing hard as she continues to fuck you with abandon. Your vision blurs, your body teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

“Come again,” she commands, her voice dripping with dominance. “I want to feel you shatter around me”

Her thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing it with ruthless precision. Everything is alight as you fall over the edge again, your body convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through you. You scream her name, your voice hoarse, as you come harder than you ever have before.

As you lay there, breathless and trembling, Alexia’s eyes darken with a new kind of hunger. She leans down, her mouth hovering over your breast. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

Before you can respond, her lips close around your nipple, her tongue flicking over it with practiced skill. You gasp, the sensation heightened by the intensity of your recent orgasms. She sucks harder, her mouth working with an insistent hunger. You can feel the milk let down, a warm trickle that she eagerly laps up, her moans of satisfaction vibrating against your skin.

“Oh God, Alexia,” you breathe, the mix of pleasure and the intimate act sending shivers down your spine.

She switches to your other breast, her eyes locking with yours as she sucks, her hand still playing between your legs. The sight of her, so completely lost in her need for you, is almost too much to bear. She drinks from you like she can’t get enough, her mouth greedy and relentless.

“Do you like this?” she whispers between licks and sucks. “Knowing how much I need you, how much I want every part of you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your body arching into her touch. “God, yes.”

Her fingers thrust into you again, matching the rhythm of her mouth on your breast. The pleasure is overwhelming, a heady mix of physical and emotional intensity that leaves you trembling and gasping.

“One more time,” she commands, her voice a dark, velvety whisper. “I know you can give one more”

Her mouth on your breast and her fingers inside you, the feel of her breath on your skin. She’s perfected everything, and you're seeing stars for the third time. You come with a shuddering cry, your body convulsing around her fingers, the pleasure blinding in its intensity. Tears roll down your cheeks

Alexia continues to suck gently, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until you’re a quivering, breathless mess. Finally, she pulls away, her eyes filled with a satisfied, predatory gleam.

“Perfect,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing tenderly over your flushed skin. “Absolutely perfect”

[80pairsofcrocs]

okay making a tiny fic-

dating casper while also being horny teenagers includes!!!

MINORS GET OUT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

- you speaking to him in spanish during sex-

“así es, puedes tomarlo” you would say, slowly lifting yourself up and down on his length.

“o-oh- oh god- please..” he would whine, trying to get you to be just a little rougher with him.

- but sometimes it would backfire..

“eres un buen chico para mi” you would tell him, leaving bruises on his neck and chest.

he would relax under your touch until he gets confused. “what does that mean again..?” you get off him and sigh. “wait- i have a spanish test next week!”

- also being total switches.

- as in one time you would be pinning him down and having your way with him, using him as your little toy, but other times….

“are the ropes too tight, y/n?”

“no, they’re good” you would try to break free until a harsh smack was either delivered to your ass or one of your breasts.

- yes. casper did research on knots. a lot of knots.

- and bought the most soft, comfortable rope for you.

- all with your consent of course.

- he claimed it was to teach you something, like you would always take control until he whipped the ropes out and constricted your movement.

- it would teach you to just sit back and not rush through the experience but enjoy every single touch and tingle from it

- now with that said, you’ve done very inappropriate things with your webs

- i’m talking like not even dirty things like hanging casper from the ceiling.

- but obviously to make sure he keeps his hands and the headboard

- another thing!

- though y/n has excessive trauma based around people hitting her, she’s learned to trust casper and set boundaries.

- like only hitting each other on the ass, and for you occasionally on the breasts as well.

- also fruits as safewords, in replaces of the colors in the traffic light system.

- green is kiwi, banana is yellow, and tomato is red.

- but if either of your mouths are busy and physically can’t form words you have hand signals instead.

there was one time you were on your knees, letting casper force your head deeper down on his cock using your hair as leverage.

you didn’t mind the gagging, and you didn’t even notice the drool and tears running down your face.

but you did notice when you were running out of breath.

your face was turning redder than before, and your hands were bound together behind your back.

you started to do the ‘spider-man hand’ as your safety signal, and casper pulled you away from him to wipe the liquids away from your face.

he let you have a breather until you were ready to go again.

- but that’s not all. of course it’s not.

- let’s not even get started on the amount of times you’ve been caught

you and casper were stressed, it was the end of the school year and you were worrying about finals and being able to graduate.

you were also home alone at your apartment since your dads were at the store.

so you both decided to relieve some of that stress so you both covered yourselves in your blankets to cuddle.

at first.

you started stripping each other of clothing and eventually started going at it.

so much your bed frame was hitting the wall with each thrust casper had in him.

you were below him, and he was above you, he had your hands intertwined with his as he split you open.

and you were being so overwhelmed by the pleasure, and the sounds of skin on skin, and the sounds of both yours and casper’s whining that you didn’t hear the front door open.

or your bedroom door open.

and when you heard the gasp it was too late.

you threw the blanket off of you, only to uncover your faces while slapping casper on the shoulder to get him to stop.

marc dropped what he was holding and covered his eyes.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT- OH MY GOD- IM GOING TO FUCKING THROW UP!” he runs down the hall and to the bathroom.

you look up at casper, who had a hand on your boob.

you raise an eyebrow.

“what? i was covering it so he didn’t see”

“you’re an idiot, you’re lucky i love you”

“we’re dead aren’t we?”

“yep”

- also as much as you actually have sex, he cried during the first time.

- well not during, but after.

- he was sore from the amount of pleasure and thrill he felt for the first time in his life

- he was so happy to have someone like you in his life, that he trusted with this

- and he was even happier that you trusted him

- because he loves you, and he always will :)

——

also i didn’t say anything about butt stuff i’m so sorry @0scars1saac

[gluttonemporium]

Smothered in the constricting duvet that was the endlessly gluttonous catboy’s slimy innards, her thoughts drowned beneath the chorus of distant belches, clapping fat rolls, and gastric lurching as his binge continued onwards seemingly forever—to say Haru was worried was an understatement. Quickly losing the energy to struggle in the restraining hold of Mona’s guts, her notion of justice was the only foothold the tubby heiress had to maintain consciousness as she spiraled ever deeper into the pit of Mona’s intestines with each of his glunking steps. As the wriggles of her friends grew further and further still muffled under Morgana’s *still growing* waves of trembling, cushiony fat the idea that they could all be stuck here for a *much* longer time became frighteningly real to Haru: what about the appointments she had scheduled for a few days from now? Her university work? She wasn’t certain anyone would accept the excuse that she was currently winding through the guts of a giant, very greedy, very hungry, and very possessive catboy. So she shoved down the fear that they could be trapped here… *forever*… with the hope that Ann would have to notice all of them missing and get them out eventually! The specifics didn’t matter, Haru knew that Ann was capable and strong—if anyone could fix this, she could!

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

Haru snapped to attention—she was certain she felt something distinct from the regular gurgling, struggling, and belches reverberate through Mona’s fatty form. While it could as just as easily been Morgana “making biscuits” in his own soft mattress of a belly, Haru was sure that it must have been her, that Ann had come to help—she could almost make out her voice muffled beneath the undulating, pillowy mounds of cat flab, and the wet, burbling groans of Mona’s still hungry stomach! She summoned all her strength to push her body to one side, shouting to let Ann know she was here—her efforts mounting as a melon-sized bulge stretching out before elastically rebounding into the gurgling, jiggling inky mass that was the insatiable catboy’s ocean of fat. Oh dear.

Outside, as his queen tumbled out of the constricting depths of his navel, Morgana couldn’t help but stare and drool as Ann’s entire body wobbled pendulously, sweat slicked fat rippling and colliding into itself—just as she was no doubt in awe of his quivering immensity and his impressive display of gluttony! He was hypnotized by the slow, steady beads of sweat trailing down from her every pore—thin rivers pouring along the round, wobbling curvature of her bra-straining boobs and pooling into the wobbling valley of cleavage between her two massive mammaries, or flowing downwards still into the cute divot of her exposed navel—the glowing sheen on all of her flab further accentuating the depths of her own ravenousness—she looked amazing with her own street filling, car sized curves, just as he would expect from Lady Ann! Morgana beamed, pressing his chest out best he could, “beguiling” his queen with a deluge of compliments and flaunting of his own impossibly large gut—rolling it like a belly dancer, waving and shaking the huge mass of fat, accentuating his size with its loud, gelatinous wobbling and low, heavy sloshes.

The Lady Ann in question, for her own part, was completely oblivious to Morgana’s posturing as he showered her with praise and proclaimed his undying love for her—she was more intent on understanding what exactly was going on here, but it was increasingly difficult to keep her thoughts straight over the audible *BOOWOB*s and *GLOORSH*es from the quivering column of lard Mona was barely visible atop of as he delivered meaty slaps to his belly, divots forming and remaining in his gutfat before rebounding back out, sending its mass sloshing and careening left and right.

Then, it happened. Morgana yelped as his overeager belly-play caused him to tumble forward, hurtling down from the wobbling heights of his double decker bus sized stomach to the pavement below. The sound of a violent flood of viscous, sloshing liquid filled her ears as Ann watched the tsunami of furry black cat flab come crashing down—bulked out by four enormously fat girls and a town’s worth of food and drink from all the restaurants, stalls, and remotely edible objects—there was no stopping the torrent of greedy catboy fat as it plummeted with a deep, colic *BRRGGBLGGRRBLlGLUNK*, as if a wobbling water tower had been overturned.

Mona fell faster and faster until, with a massive quaking *THUD-SLAP*, the greedy catboy’s belly kingdom slammed into the ground like an overfull inky water balloon, shaking everything in the Scramble. Jiggling rolls and folds splayed and rippled outwards from the impact for a moment, before bouncing upwards on a delay—crashing and slamming into themselves—one soft rippling ridge taking a whole minute to propagate through the undulating mass of catboy before receding and giving way to the next. The gelatinous waves even encompassed the fixtures and passerby of the Scrambles as they wobbled forward, grabbing on to any nearby items like a hungry blob: benches, payphone boxes, and frightened people were all smothered by the advancing wave of dough before the rubbery gutflesh dragged them underneath Mona’s mass—never to be seen again by the outside world.

The seismic impact knocked Ann back onto her two pale mounds of wobbling, sweaty asscheeks like two oversized mochi filled beanbags, her own fatty udders wobbling onto her face with a clap and blocking her view. Even smothered against her own curves like this though, Ann couldn’t help but feel insignificant compared to the girlmeat-enhanced mountains that were Mona’s own, still jiggling, inkly black cheeks—shifting and clapping into each other like rippling, syrupy waves, sending audible thuds vibrating throughout the Scramble. It was fair to say Ann herself was packing a truckload of butt, but Mona’s monolithic ass now looming above her looked more like two full, black moons, casting a shadow over them both, a doomsday meteor frozen merely a few feet away from burying her (or as frozen as something could be when it jiggled and wobbled like a mound of jello).

So all-consuming and vast was Mona’s empire of fat that it had completely consumed Ann’s ears and eyes again. Ann’s thoughts were inaudible beneath the cacophony of echoing, lurid *GROWROWL*s that shook Mona’s impossibly large gut and the ground beneath Ann, preventing her attempts to right herself as the needy sea of inky blubber churned and sloshed angrily with more movement than Mona thought he was capable of at his size—the catboy moaning in discomfort as he rubbed what he could reach of his bubbling tummy while it recovered from the shock. The only things that remained visible to her now that Morgana was so close were the face of the greedy catboy himself and what looked like to her to be an apartment building’s worth of pure, jostling, hungry fat—undulating at a hypnotic tempo as if to coax her closer, like a belly-dancing assassin.

As the last of the impact’s aftershocks wobbled away on her sloshing breasts and street filling hips, Ann was still completely out of sorts—only for Morgana to finally call her from her stupor, half hoping that she would forget his embarrassing tumble and that he could say that he just wanted to be closer to her: “…uh, Lady Ann?”

As he spoke, Ann was made aware of just how close to her Mona was now. She could feel a wave of hot, oddly sweet smelling, humid fumes pouring from Morgana’s eager lips rolling over her jiggling curves, already slick with sweat from her trek through the flabby, sticky crevice that was his navel. As she was washed with that warmth and face to face with the impossibly hungry catboy’s mouth, reality was finally beginning to dawn on Ann—keeping him company?

Ann shook her head before finally replying incredulously, “You really ate them? *All* of them?”

Mona’s gelatinous form rocked again as a hiccup jolted through him before he chuckled with pride, “Plus the food of a few restaurants and stalls along the way, and with room to spare!” He punctuated the statement by digging and dragging his digits along the soft catfat—purring in delight as they seemed to sink in even deeper than before—stroking what he could of his burbling, rippling inky dough, entreating Ann to admire the kingdom he had built for the both of them from the treasures his gluttony had won.

Despite his attempts, Ann remained disapproving, “Okay so whatever competition you guys were having, I guess you won—when are you gonna let them out? I mean, are you sure they’re all safe right now?”

Blanketed under enough layers of greedy catboy adipose to constitute an entire mattress store, there was hardly a notion of up or down anymore to the girls coursing through Mona’s intestines—but that didn’t stop them from feeling the impact of his giant, fatty form tumbling forward as he attempted to gloat to Ann—all of their squishy curves being rocked and jiggled like they were on spin cycle. Maybe it was a combination of the fact that she had been there the shortest or the raging passion of a gamer burning inside her… or the thrashing of the friend accidentally lodged into her deep, flabby belly button raging inside her… but Futaba knew this was her opportunity to make a break for it! Placing a hand to her pale bed of a belly in an attempt to soothe its restless occupant as her own curves wobbled against each other like a stormy sea, Futaba made a declaration, “Don’t worry Sumi, in a second we’ll be outta here! Time for my true power!” The massively bloated NEET lifted her thick thigh to deliver a kick to Mona’s guts… only for her foot to get caught in the sphincter above her—a flash of hope rocked Futaba—only for the sphincter to suck her boot off and leave her trapped in Mona’s intestines again—aw, c’mon!

Called out of his daydream, Mona drew his hands back from kneading his needy belly bed and stared wide eyed back at his queen, “Oh I’m sure they’re safe, I actually hea—,” Mona was caught off guard when the reality of the questioned dawned on him. Was his queen asking him to relinquish the belly kingdom he had built for her? Did she really not see the majesty in the once small catboy rising to meteoric heights of unrestrained street filling gluttony like he had, “Let them… out? W-well we agreed on a week…“ another ominous gurgle emanated deep from the pits of Mona’s engorged guts from across the Scramble, steadily and visibly rattling through the blocks Mona’s belly had completely flooded, growing in intensity enough to churn the waters of catboy bellyfat before a comically sized bulge crept up Mona’s throat and into his mouth—Mona thanked his catlike reflexes as he clamped his lips shut before it could erupt, his cheeks puffing out to the size of beanbags themselves. With a series of hearty, airy gulps Morgana’s cheeks slowly deflated as he sent the bulge sliding back into his stomach and continued, “Well I—“

Mona’s belly *roiled.* Clearly unsatisfied with the fat cat’s attempts to suppress its relief after the discomfort of the tumble, visible bulges *surged* with intensity along Mona’s belly, pushing further and further up like a huge pot of boiling, thick ink. Finally the commotion shot back into Morgana’s mouth before he was prepared.

Morgana and Ann locked eyes, his face clenched, eyes shut. Then, in an instant, Mona’s lips were blown open, the flabby fashionista flinching as she was blasted with boiling gastric fumes and pelted with spittle and undigested items. Windows rattled and cars jumped as the massive expulsion rung out across Mona’s rippling fat and the Scramble. When the roar finally subsided Ann did what she could to swipe the thick coating of drool off of her curves and right herself, glaring back at Mona, only to notice Futaba’s saliva coated shoe among the items. “Seriously Mona? Just Futaba’s shoe?! You gotta let everybody out!” Ann punctuated her statement with a pout, planting her hands on her own double wide car sized hips and stomping her foot indignantly—and she could’ve sworn from the corner of her eye that the twin jiggling mounds of Mona’s ass had grown even bigger somehow.

“Well I can try but they’re packed kinda deep in there… I sort of… pushed them all down into my intestines.” Mona squeaked out like a pet who had been caught with something they shouldn’t have, shoving his paws deep into his belly bed as if to illustrate.

“Your intestines?! Mona, they’re going to be there for a lot longer than a week at this rate—plus how do you get them back up now? They all kinda have lives and jobs they need to get back to, things they can’t do when they’re stuck in your guts!”

Try as he might to deny it, the logic had absolutely occurred to Morgana, but he was enjoying his prodigious size, sense of fullness, and satiating feeling of accomplishment to let concern overcome his greed—to let any of them go—especially when he had taken such great lengths to make their stay hospitable! Still though, being put on the spot by his queen like this made him nervous, how could he help her to understand? “I’m sorry Lady Ann! M-maybe I can try burping them back out!” Morgana was privately convinced that the endeavor would be totally fruitless, but more than that he didn’t want to give up his pets—especially not before he’d been allowed to enjoy them for at least a week. At the same time, Ann’s opinion of him was paramount, so while he worked and kneaded what he could reach of his quaking ocean of bellyfat he searched his mind for a compromise that would allow him to keep his pets while also ensuring they had access to everything they needed from the luxurious comfort of his belly.

Th-this was... it was... huh?

This wasn't going according to plan at all! How could Lady Ann, the pinnacle of beauty in this corrupt world, not see how amazing the mound of lard he had built for her was! W-was his belly not soft enough? His ass not fat enough? His belches too annoying?!

"Let them out?" The idea had been unthinkable to the hulking blob of a cat a few minutes ago... but only a short outburst from Ann had been enough to knock some sense into the gluttonous beast. Not quite enough to change his mind, but enough to rattle him-

But truth is, Mona had no IDEA how to get any of the jailed girls out of his winding stretch of deep guts! I-it was kind of implied to be a one-way thing, y'know? Cross that bridge when they come to it?! But the most he could retrieve from so far inside was this soggy shoe of Futaba's...

"Uh, Lady Ann? I, um... I might need your help..." The black cat mumbled. Admitting he had jammed their friends into a place where there was no real escape was a no go! But asking someone out here to put a little pressure where he needed it? That was a bit more doable...

"Okay, I think they can squeeze out if you... mash reeeeal hard on them from the outside?" Morgana sheepishly proposed, pushing his gelatinous wall of ebony pudge towards Ann's face. Not really to show off, but to show his surrender... that's how animals gave up, right? Showing their stomaches-?

"I-if you can push them a bit closer to my gut, I can belch them all out one after another!" He peered down at his Lady atop his wobbling mountain of adipose.

"...Probably."

Adding that last part under his breath, Mona still hadn't given up on claiming his queen. Remember how a thief does things - they pick their spot wisely, and wait for juuuuust the right chance...

[huggybug]

Thomas had you pinned to the wall. His hands holding your's at your sides. He kissed down your jawline to your neck. Letting out a soft moan as he did.

He sucked and nibbles on your neck. As his hands started to move over your curves. They rest right above your hips. He pushes his leg between your's and spreads them. Thomas' lips meet yours again as he starts to raise your shirt. You raise your hands above your head. The kiss only breaking when the shirt interferes.

Thomas drops your shirt on the ground before his hands are cupping your boobs. He massages and squeezes both of them through your bra.

"Tu es tellement magnifique" He softly says, kissing down your neck to your shoulder. You feel his arm snake around you. Goosebumps rise as he pops open your bra clasp. Your bra joining your shirt on the floor. He looked at you in amazement. He makes eye contact before smirking and flicking his tongue on one of your hard nipples.

"Oh my-" You couldn't even finish your sentence. The sensation causing you to arch your back away from the wall. Thomas stays focused on sucking and nibbling on your sensitive bud. As he played with the other one between his fingers before switching over.

Holding the back of his head and gripping at his hair. You kept him as close as you could. You catch him staring up at you. Watching you fall apart under his touch. He loved it. Thomas' soft brown eyes drove you wild. Looking into them at this particular moment made it all worse. Your brain was now mush and you couldn't think straight.

Thomas stops and stands straight. His hands grabbing at your thigh, lifting your leg. "Jump"

You do as you're told jumping up into Thomas' arms. Connecting lips again he walks you to the bed. Placing you down. You unwrap your legs from around him. As He pulls away from you his hands trail down your body and stop at your waist band. His finger tips curl under it and in one yank, your pants and underwear are on the floor.

He comes back up to kiss you but you stop him. "This isn't very fair"

Raising an eyebrow at you Thomas questions "What isn't?"

You don't say anything and just pull at his shirt. He smiles as he leans back and strips off his shirt. She stands up as he pops the button on his pants and pulls them down. Leaving only his boxers on. He was about to join you again when you close your legs and pull them towards you.

"Really?" You just give him a look and wait until he does something.

He huffs and pulls his boxers off. You watch as his dick stands straight. "Better?" Your eyes go to his and nod. You open your legs again and bite your lip as you watch him take his place in front of you. He smirks as he leans in to kiss you again, this time you let him. As you let his tongue slide into your mouth. His fingers trailed down to find your pulsing clit. The second he finds it, rubbing small circles over it. You through your head back, breaking the kiss. Humming out moans as he goes faster.

"You like that, hey?" Thomas says watching you squirm under his touch

Slightly nodding at his words you try and control yourself but it was no use. He could tell you were getting close so he removed his fingers from you. Your eyes dart to him, he could feel you shooting daggers into him. He took this time to position himself and push into you. Making you melt back into the bed.

Thomas watches himself move in and out of you. He found it so hot how well you took him. He sits up a bit more still hitting your g-spot. You look up at him and hold the gaze until his hand wraps firmly around your neck. Applying just the right amount of pressure to turn you on even more. Your walls clamp down on him tighter than before.

"Oh fu-fuck" You groan as your eyes roll back

"You like that? Yeah you like when I choke you?" Thomas says in your ear, keeping his pace.

You couldn’t form words as he pounded you. One hand on your neck and the other applying pressure to his stomach. As if that already wasn’t enough to get you off. Your view of Thomas was immaculate, his messy hair was becoming sweaty, his tattoos made his muscles and veins pop more and his chain hung just in front of your face. It moved with every thrust he made.

Thomas removed his hand from your neck and grabbed your thighs. He fastened his thrusts you couldn’t keep up with him. The room filling up with your heavy breathing and skin on skin slapping.

“You like that? You like that?” Thomas said through gridded teeth followed by groans as he emptied into you. You felt yourself finish just as he did. Giving himself a minute to recoup from everything, he pulls out of you, watching his load pour out.

As you catch your breath your hand holds your stomach, where you once felt him. “Holy shit, that was fucking amazing” You say

Thomas let’s out a little laugh. “I just want to make sure I’m taking care of my queen and making her feel good” He smirks as he wipes you clean

“Can’t complain, you always know exactly what I need.” You tell him as you lay your head on his chest

-nick smut anon, i am so sorry it’s been a bit but i’m hoping you’re doing good lex and hope you had a great bday!! This fic/blurb is for dumb-and-dunner <3 hope you like it and i’ll be back with more writing real soon!! love you all

@dumb-and-dunner prepare yourself for this one👀

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

OFMD EP3 REACTION

we open with zheng's crew raiding a ship

"who's the captain" "he calls himself the soul reaper" "i'm not calling him that" zheng is great

WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THE SUICIDE STUFF

"you've bested me" camera pans to stede and olu

"culturally, this must be very hard for you... but your last act on this planet WILL be surrendering to a woman" ZHENG IS GREAT. and the Very Confused expression on bartholemew's face like

stede's job is to ferry the champagne dslghskjgs

zheng chilling out and having a nice charcuterie board with the guy she's raiding... have i mentioned that she's the best because she's the best

zheng practically twirling her hair going "omg noooo forget it it's just a crazy idea aha....." she's a fucking genius. you work for her now, idiot

"that's what i always say! olu, don't i say that?" "no" olu's not havin it

zheng "this is a 'join me or die' situation" zheng's not havin it

STEDE PUT DOWN THE ABACUS THERE HAVE BEEN ENOUGH ABACUS CASUALTIES

oh fuck first mate aunty's seen the revenge

stede's running out the room

ooh the revenge is fucked. anyone who isn't a named character is probably dead

STEDE HURLS HIMSELF FUCKING OVERBOARD WITHOUT HESITATION GOOD LORD

he has a one track mind and all the stations are labeled "ed <3"

he fucking bellyflopped into the ocean i am begging him to grow a single brain cell

it plays the music that ed and stede kissed to... and then stede gets onboard the ruined ship with nobody there and it goes silent... i am eating my desk

there's blood streaks all over the walls, stede's portrait has daggers in it

the crew are eating a seagull

fucking scene from a horror movie right there

IT IS JUST THE FIVE OF THEM SGSKJGHSFJG

"where's ed?" "there's no good way to say this, stede, but we-" "OH IS THIS STEDE" archie i love you but please

"just thought you'd be taller, y'know, muscly, charismatic-" "why are you saying that" "...this is good soup" ARCHIE BABYGIRL

"bonnet! good to see you" izzy positively DRIPPING with stank. if we thought lucius hated stede, we ain't seen nothing yet

"frenchie, where is ed?" oh god he knows frenchie's so shit at lying "...he retired" to where, Pirate Heaven? well. Pirate Hell considering what he's been doing

everyone nodding at that, even izzy. i can't believe izzy wants to fucking spare stede's feelings

"you just wanna keep the soft one happy" LET ZHENG HAVE A GUYWIFE!!!

izzy saying HE stabbed stede's portrait and being remarkably unconvincing

and here we go with ed in purgatory!

edward teach, died on a beach

i know who this is i've seen the spoilers it's a vision of hornigold. the question is how much am i going to hate him

he's got a pet pig named ruthie so unfortunately that is a point in his favour. god damn it. let me hate someone

hornigold's got this ghostly reverb on his voice and i think he's wearing a sail as a coat? it looks cool

HE LOOKS LIKE IF MY GRANDPA WAS EVIL

"open up for the cargo ship" ...i already know people are gonna be weirdly horny about hornigold. i don't like it.

"LAST TIME I SAW YOU YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA FLAY MY SKIN AND FEED IT BACK TO ME" "yeah alright alright that was messed up i'm sorry. i was in a bad place back then... too much on the rhino horn" oh god ed's become him. is there generational trauma but for pirates. captaining trauma?

aunty please don't scare fang he is a delicate flower and he has been through enough

JIM AND OLU!!!!

"eu-caly-ptus-es. eu-ca-lump-tus" i'm never gonna say eucalyptus the same way again thank u olu

(shoulder bump) "i missed you" AWWWW "i kissed someone" OH FUCK RIGHT AWAY

they are still so fucking cute!!!!! zheng/olu/jim/archie endgame!!!

"i saw her boobs" "oh ok" "both of them" "ok that's enough" SLKFHSDGKJSHKG

stede's back on the ruined revenge STOP PLAYING THE KISS MUSIC I'M GOING INSANE

montage of stede retrieving all of ed's daggers

aaaaand izzy's there

"we just redecorated" "i don't mind actually i think the knives really help bring the place together" stede's priorities are 1) ed 2) being a bitch to izzy

"he was either gonna watch the world burn or die trying, so which is it?" STEDE KNOWS

"he was a wild dog and we dealt with him like one!" "you sent him to doggie heaven." GODDDDDD

"no. i could never do that. we deserted him on a beach, left nature to do the rest, more than he would've done for us" but it's a dream, so izzy is a lying liar who lies. to protect STEDE

"you and me did this to him, and we cannot let this crew suffer any more for our mistakes" if you told me last week that this line would come up in a conversation between stede and izzy, i would not fucking believe you when you told me who said it

"bet you're wondering how i ended up here" "nope" ed's just standing there like a five year old following their parent around

"you're worried you're insane" "yeah a little bit" YEAH SO AM I ED

SOUP AGAIN

SOUP HEALS EVERYTHING

"ed can be quite troubled" "girl, how ARE you" thank you zheng. how else do you respond to the #1 ed apologist

pirates do not know how to handle break-ups without having a little massacre as a treat huh

aunty has found Something!

"i thought about opening an inn" BLACKBEARD'S BAR AND GRILL AND FISHING EQUIPMENT AND GIFT SHOP ENDGAME PLEASE

and now ed and hornigold are play-acting it out

JEFF'S INN BY THE SEA okay WHY is ed's fake name always jeff. is that a tragic backstory too lmao

ed's little leaf for a pin

he really is just a little kid playing with his dadptain who really does not want to be playing with a five year old

"why are you being a dick" "i'm not being a dick, you're gonna have to deal with customers like that" this is unfortunately true

THAT POST ABOUT STEDE BEING GOOD AT FRONT OF HOUSE AND ED BEING GOOD AT BACK OF HOUSE. ENDGAME ENDGAME ENDGAME

"grown man covered in tattoos? with daddy issues?" hornigold woke up and chose violence

"i never told anyone about that" "but you did. and he left you" hornigold isn't just hornigold or a stand-in for ed's dad. he's all of ed's inner demons. welcome to purgatory bay bee

"and it all boils down to this: you're afraid you're unlovable" aaaaaaaaaand ed has snapped hornigold's neck. but he's not real so he's fine probably

yeah he sat up

"you can't kill me, eddie" montage of ed killing him over and over

man if eddie was hornigold's nickname for ed, izzy calling him eddie has a whole new context

OH FUCK AUNTY FOUND ED'S BODY IN THE HOLD

stede's face

frenchie leaning his head against izzy in the brig....

"go on, bonnet, give me your worst" and stede can't even say anything. and izzy's crying. and i'm crying.

pirate purgatory bay bee

is this a "ed can go back, but only if he chooses to" thing? with ED'S suicidal ideation? i know he does but let's see how they resolve it

"you're talking about purgatory" "no, what's that?" hornigold calling me out personally???

"what do you like about life?" "okay, warmth. good food. intercourse. orgasms." IS THIS FORESHADOWING HMMMMMM

cons: "i don't think anyone's waiting for me" i am rubbing my hands together babyboy you don't know how wrong you are

"pick up my fuckin' staff" dream hornigold is committed to being a wizard

olu trying to convince zheng not to execute izzy and co

BOAT-MANCE

"what is the status of that is it ongoing or?"

zheng: pro for killing jim is you will be single

"we're best friends. family." honestly no matter what form olu and jim's relationship takes i love them

"how would this execution affect-" (caresses olu's chest with her sword) "-us?" AAAAAAAAAAAA

honestly olu if you don't get with zheng. jim might. if they don't get executed

"what do you mean us?" "i was trying to seduce you" "oh" "was that not clear?" "no" i love how even the hyper-competent pirate queen is allowed to be a lil awkward

AND SHE'S KISSING OLU WELL WELL WELL

"towel service! ...it's chamomile!" it's CHLOROFORM BAY BEE

stede's organising a jailbreak!

"i never said [i had perfect aim]" "you said it today" lucius is not havin it

"the entire escape relies on this" this is the type of action movie hero shit that s1 pete would eat up. s2 pete, however, has at least a fraction of a brain cell and doesn't want to risk it. and you know what that is? growth.

FUCK YEAH ARCHIE

lucius ziplining across while going "ohgodohgodohgodohgod" big mood

"where's olu?" "go find him!" uh oh and jim's gonna walk in on him and zheng. they'd better join in or i'm rioting

HE'S SITTING ON HER DESK SWINGING HIS LITTLE FEETIES AS SHE KISSES HIM

"did you know about this?!" oh no she's gonna think he was playing her this whole time!!!

zheng runs out and jim runs in and olu is torn BUT HE TAKES JIM'S HAND

"set the sail!" stede there is barely half of a fucking sail

olu awkwardly waving at zheng and she's heartbroken oh god. she wasn't kidding when she said the timing was bad. now they've made a very dangerous enemy

izzy tries to THANK stede and stede just has a thousand yard, devastated stare and walks away

"you already made your choice" and ed suddenly has a very large rock tied to him oh god oh fuck

"i'm not me. i'm you. you brought me here." "why would i do that" gee i don't know ed maybe because you like torturing yourself

"so if you hate me and i'm you..." "...i hate myself" "bullseye! finally!" i'd say i feel sorry for ed but he did very much do all that shit

"...i'm not lovable" OKAY I AM NOT IMMUNE TO FEELING SORRY FOR ED

ed still needs someone else to pull the metaphorical trigger

only when stede goes down to the hold by himself does he allow himself to mourn

and there's ed in the ocean RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER

I'M CRYING

stede pulls the cover off ed's face and in the dream ed suddenly starts to struggle for air!!!!!

HIS FINGER'S TWITCHING

stede's crying i'm crying

god it's like a "come here" gesture i'm going insane and also crying

"I'M HERE!" AND THE ROPE FALLS OFF ED'S WAIST AND I HAVE TO PAUSE AND SOB LOUDLY!!!!!!

THE LITTLE MERSTEDE!!!!!!!

AND ED WAKES UP!!!!!!!

end credits sequence is just the sun shining through the water. i really thought it was gonna be ed sitting up and headbutting stede in the face

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch7

Ez woke up hearing soft voices , drawers opening and closing.

"Illiana you look fine stop stressing!" A voice exclaimed.

"I can't stop stressing!" The teen exclaimed not so quietly.

"Ezekiel tell her she looks fine , I know your awake!" Jackie said snatching the pillow out from under his head.

"es demasiado pronto para esta mierda nena." Ez groaned.

(it's too fucking early for this shit babe.)

"Don't give me that shit , you decided to adopt a teen with a woman you barely know, so goddamnit your gonna help me with her issues , tell her she looks fine!" Jackie said wacking him with the pillow.

"You look fine kid , there can I sleep now?" Ez said raising a brow.

"I have a date and I need to be ready , Ez You didn't even look!" Illiana exclaimed.

"A date?, your like twelve , I'll grab my gun." Ez said raising a brow.

"Im sixteen asshole!, also Natalia is a girl , Fuck it I look fine ! You guys shouldn't worry atleast I won't get pregnant." Illiana exclaimed rushing out.

"Debería haberlo visto venir, ella y Gilly discutieron todo el día ayer sobre quién era más sexy, Jennifer Lopez o Selena Gomez." Ez said, noticing that the woman infront of him was in a robe with No bra on.

(Should've seen that coming , her and Gilly argued all day yesterday about who was hotter , Jennifer Lopez , Or Selena gomez)

"Quit staring!, i know my boobs look good, its must suck cause your never gonna see em'." Jackie said wacking him.

"My kitchen better be spotless Ezekiel, SPOTLESS!" Jackie said wagging her finger at him.

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"That was amazing!" Natalia exclaimed.

Illiana laughed as the two walked out of the cinema.

"Im mean it was like WAM! and she was like BONK!" The girl exclaimed wrapping an arm around Illiana.

"It was amazing , Just like you." Illiana winked as a raindrop fell from the sky.

"Oh my god are we gonna kiss , in the rain , a rain kiss , am -" Natalia was cutoff by a soft kiss.

"I got a rain kiss!" Natalia exclaimed as rain poured down.

"Yes you did." Illiana laughed as Natalia cheered at the sky.

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"You two kissed in the rain!" Jackie exclaimed laughing.

"Ye-" Illiana was cut off as the boys came into the house, Ez kissing Jackie on her temple.

Which prompted Jackie to wack him , a common occerance in this household.

"Anyways! We kissed in the rain, it was like BAM! magic and rainbows." Jackie exclaimed standing on the counter.

"Who kissed who , do we need to get our guns , your like twelve." Hank said as Illiana let out an offended noise.

"One im sixteen, Two she is mwah, as in amazing , and I put the moves on her." Illiana said.

"I fucking knew it!, Pay up Gilly I told you she wasn't straight." creeper said.

"Fuck thats fifty bucks!" He exclaimed.

"I'll take that!" Illiana said snatching the dollar rushing to her room cackling.

"My Kids a fucking f-" Bishop started untill Jackie pushed him.

"Finish that fucking sentence, finish it bitch I dare you!,and she's my damn kid,Mine,not yours,your no father,not to her,you don't get to start acting like one , not unless she wants to bond with you , but untill then, you have no right to judge,so go on finish that fucking sentence bitch!" Jackie said starting to rant.

"Camilia,Bishop I think you guys better go,except Angel who's staying on the couch.

The guys dragged him out , Angel coughing awkwardly.

"Imma just- Y'know ." He said going to the living room.

"Camila-" Ez started until she growled.

"I've told you he wasn't welcomed here, the others yes,but not him, what if Illiana was down here Ez,She doesn't need any of his shit!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Hey,Hey!,I know I should've asked you first,It was on short notice-" Ez started.

"Club shit stays in the Club,Ezekiel,Fuck we sound like a damn married couple!" Jackie exclaimed wacking him.

"Ow!,your the one always starting arguments!" Ez said as he grabbed her wrist.

"Because you always cause the issues,now if you excuse me , Im going to have a nice bath,and Angel better not snore,you can here everything in this damn house!" She exclaimed.

"Damn." Ez murmered as he heard a beer bottle open.

"What?" Angel said sipping on his beer.

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As Jackie was about to enter her room, arms wrapped around her waist.

Illiana had small smile on her face.

"You heard all of that didn't you?" Jackie questioned.

"Like you said,You can hear everything in this damn house." Illiana laughed.

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[sophie-i-guess13]

“What are you thankful for?” Sylvia asks as she settles in Tim’s lap, draping her arm over his shoulders. “Lori asked everybody earlier. What’s your answer?”

“¿De qué estoy agradecido?" Tim echoes as his hands find her hip and thigh. He tugs her closer, nestling her tight against him as they sit in his chair in the living room. “¿Puedo decir que tú?”

“Ha ha,” she teases. “Very funny.”

“M’serious. I am thankful for you.”

Sylvia’s eyes go a little soft and the fingers she’s wound into his hair stop moving. “You mean that?”

Tim nods and leans up for a soft kiss. “Estoy agradecido por ti. Por estos labios, estas manos.”

“Tim.”

“Por esa sonrisa y esas piernas. Ese culo también.”

Sylvia gives him a swift smack to the chest. Tim grins up at her, undeterred.

“Wanna know what I’m really grateful for?”

“If you say my boobs, I’m gonna hit you again.”

Tim huffs a small laugh and leans up for another kiss. “No, I wasn’t gonna say that. I am, but that’s not why I was goin’ for.”

“What were you goin’ for?”

“Was gonna say that I’m grateful you love me. To have you, and hold you like this. I love you. It’s nice hearin’ you say you love me.”

Sylvia focuses on his scar for a second or two, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. It wasn’t very often Tim got all sweet with his words, and it would be a lie to say they didn’t affect her. Slowly, she begins playing with his hair again; twisting the curls at the back of his head.

“If I knew you loved me this much, I woulda married you sooner.”

"Estoy agradecido de que tu español esté mejorando también".

“What can I say, Mr. Shepard,” Sylvia drawls, leaning in to pepper light kisses across his face, “I’ve got a damn good teacher. Caliente también".

[tinydestinybear]

for you hotting 700 follows, could you write a very soft and romantic smut. maybe harry and y/n come home from a date and the kids are away for the weekend. harry's all attentive with y/n and making sure she gets the best pleasure.

hmm i hope you like this 🍰 (not proofread) 

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Earlier on this week, you decided to let your kids visit their grandparents’ place since it was a little tough to find time to spend with each other now that you had kids which is why you’re now arching your back from the oversensitivity on your couch. Harry turned around to grab a cushion for you which gave you a glimpse of his carved back seemingly turning you on more. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this m’love,” Harry whispered as he shifted above to place his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily while adjusting the cushion under you before his hands begun to softly caress the flesh of your thighs. 

It all seemed too much because a second ago, he was kissing you but now he’s leading a trail of kisses down from your ear to your neck, absolutely devouring you and leaving you in a heart fluttering mess. A slight groan leaves past your lips once his fingers slip near your folds and his thumb begun to rub against your clit. 

“So fucking wet, aren’t you?” He moaned a little, feeling a little flustered as you pleasured yourself on his fingers and grabbed onto his hair and traced down his back with your other hand, leaving a few scratches while needy whimpers leave your mouth. “Shh, you’re gonna get it princess. Never leaving without making you feel good.”

You’re too overwhelmed by the pleasure to merely hum. 

“Absolutely perfect, you’re s’fucking hot look at you mama,” He sighs before a deep moan came from his way. He looked deep into your eyes before admiring all of you while your hand finds a way to palm his clothed, hardened cock. 

You fail to understand just how he never forgets to show his admiration for you. Instantly a smile appears on your face before you press your lips against his cheek, a soft peck before Harry’s holding the back of your head and kissing you with a soft tenderness. 

He was surprised when you shifted and made him lie down to get on top of him, “I wanna ride you, baby.” You said while holding his hands in yours and playing with his fingers, the needy look in your eyes and how you subtly rubbed yourself against him didn’t go unnoticed as he groaned in pleasure while his hand rested against your ass, squeezing the flesh before spanking it once.

“Darling we can go slow if you want to. Are you sure?” 

“Yes, H. Wanna show you that I love you.” You said before you lifted yourself helping Harry remove your panties and then helping him remove his shorts.

He’d moved his hands back to rest against his head as he watched you slowly sink down on his cock, a groan escaping both your lips as his cock stretched out your walls.

“So deep…argh,” You started to move slowly while throwing your head back in pleasure, getting adjusted to his girth despite making love with him a thousand more times.

“Going so well princess. Y’always know how to ride me princess, don’t you?” Harry sighed as he watched you pleasure yourself on his cock, taking in the sight of your messy hair, your swollen lips and your boobs jiggling slightly with each movement. You always made him feel so weak.

His veiny hands came to rest near your hips as he helped you bounce faster, slightly thrusting up before you set yourself a faster to and fro movement of your hips. 

His low grunts throughout making you even more greedy for pleasure. He had taken the time during to caress your boobs, grabbing them in his hands before sucking on one and flicking the other. “Just like that harry. Treat me so well.”

“A-All mine,” His deep voice made your walls clench together. 

“All yours,” You whined, grabbing on to his light curls near his neck when you felt him thrust upwards multiple times while his thumb begun rubbing circles on your clit, encouraging you to just relax. A soft hum escaped your lips when you finally let loose. You felt Harry’s rushed breathes against your neck before you both were kissing each other softly with love. 

It’s a few minutes later when he shifts up from resting against your chest that you see the mischievous smile on his face and you hear both of you muttering the same, “Again?”

[sashi-ya]

Oooh, I'd like to know a secret!

So, Law, what is the naughtiest fantasy, whether its possible or not, you ever had about me?

(Not sure what I should write about my characteristics... weird, a loud, often overwhelmed and overwhelming introvert, unused to open praise?, short and rather round, big boobs)

Love the idea, it sounds really fun!

Law, tell us please, what’s your fantasy with @donna-wants-to-be-an-alien? ❤ ~

NSFW ~ [First Part] Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Your Seamstress Hands

tw: nsfw. praising. penetration.

wc: 0.5

Wanna read how it ends? second part here!

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Have you seen Law’s clothes? everything gets customized, either with his jolly roger, bears or even with his dad’s name. Nothing is normal but everything original and unique… and the one who is in charge of creating his clothes is you.

You, an introverted beautiful woman, spend your days creating wonderful pieces of clothing for your captain. You, whose hands tremble every time you had to measure his body wishing the measuring tape were your hands around his tiny and defined waist.

“(Name)-ya, I need a specific shirt for tomorrow” he says, standing at your door. You let the scarf you were weaving over the table and stand up to follow your captain’s orders. “Y-yes, captain” you mumble, ready for him to come in so you can hear what’s on his mind.

Law, who is used to this practice, insists that even if his measures haven’t changed you should take them either way. Each… and every single time.

He stands there, on the special spot you have only for him. He takes his shirt off, even if there was no need to do so, and waits for you to start working…

Law sighs at the sudden touch of your soft hands around his waist. The caramel inked skin of his belly spasms a little as the cold material of the measuring tape surrounds him. And he bites his lips, he is sure you are not watching his face… but he is watching yours, coming closer to his bulge. Law fights against that thought he always has, that leads him to get rock hard.

He can’t help but imagine the day he would be brave enough to ask you to measure his body entirely. Pants out, even boxers off. And he envisages how your lips kiss his lap, his dick too. Law wants your hands all over him, Law wants you to rip a moan out of your mouth.

I can make you moan; I can make you whine… I wanna hear you scream my name… the way those lips repeat “yes captain” every time I give you an order…

He wants you to work on him, totally naked. He wants to praise you, and he wants to rest on your breasts, he wants to nuzzle his perfect straight nose into you. His nose and himself. All inside. He wants to push you over the table where you normally create his wardrove and fuck you right there, tell you how beautiful you are… He wants to see your cheeks blush when he praises your body and your wet entrance as you do when he compliments your creations…

“Ah… (Name)-ya” “Y-es, captain?” “Oh… sorry. I was daydreaming…”

Second part here!

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Hello there! Could you do B, C, F & O for Izumi, Leo and Arashi? (you can leave out one of them/a letter if it's too much) Hope you have a good day!

Hi, thanks for requesting!

B, C, F and O (ft.izumi, leo and arashi)

izumi sena

B — Body Part

° His: if izumi had to pick a favorite of his, he'd probably settle with his hands. Very model-like, soft hands with long and elegant fingers. He adores when you play with his fingers, hold his hands or put them to more intimate use

° His partner: favorite body part of his partner is their eyes, izumi often finds himself lost in them. You know the saying "eyes are windows to the soul"? He might have gotten a bit obsessed with that sentence, as izumi is often seen staring you in the eyes

C — Cum

° izumi has a love-hate relationship with cum, whether yours or his, he gets quiet aroused by the sight of sticky liquid on yours/his skin, but also gets a little squeamish by it. He also doesn't really like the taste of cum, so he won't swallow it

F — Favorite Position

° against the wall or in front of a mirror are two of his favorites. Against the wall, no matter who gets fucked, is a great one for quickies, as it's really easy to just pull the pants down and up just as fast. In front of a mirror is the one where izumi prefers to bottom, he loves seeing you behind him with that devilish smirk

O — Oral

° izumi is on the receiving end on this one, like i said the taste of cum isn't his favorite. Izumi gets restless when you go down on him, he can't keep his hands to himself and might need a gag, he says the pleasure is too much for him to handle, but it's really just the picture of you looking up at him that gets izumi so sensitive

leo tsukinaga

B — Body Part

° His: leo loves his ass, don't @ me. He constantly has at least one of his hands touching his butt, showing it off to people and you. He forces your hand to always stay on his ass, even encouraging you to slap it, often making suggestive comments about his "booty" (his words, not mine)

° His partner: contrary to himself, leo loves your chest, doesn't matter if you have boobs or not, big or small, whatever. All of this doesn't matter to leo, he just wants to lay on your chest and forget about being one of the top idols in the ES. And maybe have your nipple in his mouth 👉👈

C — Cum

° cum all over leo, this boy is horny for it. He can legit get hard from seeing his semen on his body, same goes for your cum, he craves it just as much. Will definitely lick you and himself clean of any liquid and would describe the taste as "eccentric"

F — Favorite Position

° ass up, face down. According to him, the best position to get fucked in. Leo always awaits your return home in that position, wiggling his butt when you enter the room. Leo loves it solely because you can grab him by the hair from behind and yank it to make his back arch

O — Oral

° Yes, please! Leo jumps at every opportunity to give or receive oral, and let me tell you, he's pretty good at it himself. He quickly finds the right pace and places to bring you over the edge, and when receiving he gets so tongue-tied and dumb that leo can only blabber incoherently

arashi narukami

B — Body Part

° Her: arashi loves her legs a lot, she's tall and most of her body is just her long limbs. She likes it when you compliment her and touch her legs, she also adores when you massage them after a long day of work

° Her partner: arashi's favorite part of your body is your stomach, she loves laying on it. Skinny or chubby, she's ecstatic either way, she just loves it. If you're insecure about your tummy, arashi will become your hyper girlfriend and will compliment the heck out of you

C — Cum

° much like izumi, i don't see arashi liking the taste of cum, but she isn't against the idea of it overall. She actually enjoys being covered in the liquid and the way you look at her as if she's the most beautiful art ever produced

F — Favorite Position

° she's more on the classy side here, arashi prefers missionary because the pose is so romantic and brings you both so close to each other. Arashi gets to see your face and you get to see hers, it's also really easy to kiss in that position, which can catch her off guard sometimes

O — Oral

° something tells me that arashi is very good at giving oral, and she prefers it that way, she is more keen on pleasuring you with her mouth than the other way around. Of course, she won't reject it if you'd like to go down on her, in fact arashi would enjoy a lot. She just prefers giving on this one

[ebonyslasher]

Can I have of a nsfw headcannon of jesse and chrome when y/n wears busty t shirts and short skirts and sometimes wears ( daddy’s girl collars or p@nt!es ) 🤲🏾😫

Jesse and Chromeskull are the same person, so I'll choose another slasher as the second person

18+ Only down below!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🔞

Hcs for reader who wears busty shirts, short skirts, and accessories to rile their slasher daddies:

(I'm so terrible at titles lol)

Now that's a pretty princess

He's loving the show he gets everytime you walk past

Will take videos of your biddies bouncing and your sexy ass thighs

Every t shirt that he buys you will be busty. He cants get enough of your big, soft boobs stretching out the shirt 🥵

Short skirts are A+++++++

Watching those thighs rub together and sashay with the fabric that rides up slowly is his kink. It makes him want to grab you and get to work

The daddy's collar or panties will get the same reaction out of Jesse- pure lust. His daddy side will immediately turn on at the sight of them

Remember how I HC that he spent money on a machine to communicate easily with you? He's using it to dirty talk

"Be a good, sexy girl and get on the fucking bed."

If you have those panties on well: 

1. They're soaked

2. Jesse will carefully remove them (he def wants you to wear it again) and just slams straight into you

It's a punishing pace that he set. He can't help it. Your head goes empty and you're a mess of moans and random words

"See how good I'm fucking you up y/n? You can't even talk straight"

"It's what you get for being so sexy. Hope you can deal with it princess..."

You're adorable is mostly what Asa thinks of your wardrobe

Yeah, you're absolutely tempting as well. He could go as far as to say you're the ultimate temptation. But he's loving how adorable you look

Your big boobs stretch out those shirts quite nicely. You're a wonderful view to take in

The short skirts are getting him really hot. Esp when you bend over just. like. that

Keep playing with him y/n....keep playin....

Now Asa will have different reactions with the collar and panties

If he sees the collar, he'll be more of the disciplinary daddy.

"Your daddy's little pup today y/n. Get on your knees."

In this mood, he expects you to follow his orders to a T. If not, you'll be punished

"Pup, you're not listening to me. Come and bend yourself over my knee. Now."

With the panties, he will have a feral daddy reaction. There's no trace of the organized, methodical Dr. Emory. Now you're getting pure Daddy Asa

He yanks your wet panties off and puts them aside.

Beating that pussy up so nice that you're creaming like crazy. All you can hear hear is the skin slapping and panting from both of you

He'll take those panties and shove them in your mouth. It won't be removed until you cum

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖     

Chapter 16 - I walk around in the clouds trying not to think about you.

Episode 2. Adrian: *He sighed deep and kissed the side of Ben's neck* I'm sorry about that. Ben: *He shook his head lightly* It looked like it wasn't your fault.... Adrian: Can we.... *he sighed soft and let go of Ben*... do we have time to be alone? I mean... why are you guys even here? Ben: The McKinney's said it was safe for us to go home *he shrugged lightly* but we don't have much of a home, really, cause Pete can't exactly run around NY right now, when he's.... *he frowned soft and confused* dead? Adrian: *He sighed soft and nodded* I'm glad you came here.. well apart from the mess *he frowned soft* so we have time alone? Ben: *He smiled soft and nodded* If you want? Adrian: *He nodded soft* I gotta be somewhere in about 2 hours, but.... let's take a walk... Ben: *He nodded eagerly* Andy: *He smiled soft at Sam and Penny* Are you okay? Sam: Yes *he smiled warmly* she's just fine, dad *he smiled soft at Penny and boobed her nose, still stuck on his arm* How are you? *He looked at both of them* Andy: *He pointed at the fridge* Beers! Sam: *He chuckled soft* Should I take Penny for the night? Andy: *He grinned wide* You're the best!

Sam: *He smiled soft and looked towards the Window, observing Adrian outside* Andy: *He frowned soft as he noticed* He knows that you are, Sam.... Sam: *He sighed soft* It's fine dad...don't worry about it Andy: should I not- Sam: That's ridiculous... no... stop... you know me well enough to know there's only one person for me Andy: She's not coming back, Sam. Don't you think she would have found her way to you by now, then? Sam: *He frowned soft* I gotta stay optimistic Pete: Good choice! *He turned around, looking at the two of them, munching a chicken leg, his body half hanging into the fridge* Andy: *He laughed loudly* Jesus Christ! Didn't they feed you at the castle?! Pete: *He grinned wide and carefree* Side effect of coming back from *he swung the chicken leg around in the air* you know! Andy: *He snorted, quite amused by Pete's personality* Kayyyy... scoot over please *he walked towards Pete and reached over him, grabbing two beers, quickly popping both of them open, handing one to Pete* Cheers mate! Pete: *He chuckled soft and banged his beer against Andy's* Cheers! Adrian: *He popped his head in the door, smiling soft at Andy and the others* We're going for a walk... Andy: We?.... oh! Fuck me! *he chuckled sheepishly* BEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!! Oi!!!! Ben: *He appeared in the door next to Adrian, smiling a bit confused* Ye-es??? Andy: *He reached his beer to Pete and quickly walked to Ben, wrapping his arms around him as he kissed him passionately* Mmmh!! Pete: *He chuckled happily and stuck his head back in Adrian's fridge* Sam: *He snorted soft as he noticed Adrian questioning Pete's behavior* Let him! Adrian: ...... *he glared lightly at Sam* We have to find them a home, they can't go back to NY Sam: They can stay here, don't be cranky Adrian: Ben can stay here *he looked unimpressed at Pete* Sam: *He laughed warmly* You better get to know him, if he's immortal now, he's staying in our lives. Better get used to it! Adrian: *He sighed deep. He had nothing against Pete... it was a people thing... specially uninvited guest-thing* Sam: *He chuckled soft then suddenly frowned and bend down, grabbing Penny's bag* Dad *he cleared his throat* Andy: Mmh? *he slowly broke the kiss* Sam: Sorry *he smiled soft at Ben, then looked back at his dad* I'm uh... heading home, it's almost time for Penny's nap, I don't want her to start fuzzing... Andy: Yeah *he nodded soft and let go of Ben, looking at Adrian, then Sam, then Adrian, then Sam* Yeah... thank you, call me if there is anything! Sam: *He nodded agreeing* of course *He smiled apologizing as he looked at Adrian* I'm sorry, I just need a bit of space, and Penny needs her nap or she's gonna be cranky all night... I should probably also call Akin as soon as possible... Adrian: *He nodded soft but didn't say anything, mostly just looking a bit uncomfortable* Sam: .......Yeah, time for us to leave, Penny *he sighed soft and quickly stepped out the door* Andy: *He frowned deep at Adrian, then quickly ran after Sam* Hey! Are you sure you are okay? Sam: *He shook his head lightly* Dad I don't want to talk about it.... not here at least. Andy: He frowned soft and nodded, quickly rushing Sam out the gate and around the house* I worry about you! Sam: He *he looked back at Adrian's house* He's the closest I have ever gotten to feeling something for someone, close to *he sighed soft* Close to what I felt for Ava.... feel for Ava... Andy: So, it IS more than an innocent crush? Sam: .... no... yes.... no.... *he sighed deep* no. Cause I don't allow it to grow into more than that. My heart only- Andy: Yeah yeah blah blah we have heard that nonstop since she left... it's been 2 years give or take... Sam, for your own sake, you gotta let her go. Sam: *He frowned soft and very unlike him, raised his voice* I know dad!!! *he hissed soft and stroke Penny's cheek* sorry darling. Andy: *He sighed deep* I know it's tough Sam: I know you do... but... it still wont make a difference, he doesn't feel that way for me. Andy: *He shrugged lightly on one shoulder* Maybe he will? Sam: No dad... it's different for wolves... I'm his beta, I would know by now, if there would be feelings deep down in him... it's a wolf thing... just trust me, he doesn't feel like that, and he wont. And that's okay. Andy: *He sighed soft* Is it too weird I'm with him? Sam: You gotta stop that... no, please. I'm happy for both you and him, and I mean that very honestly. Be happy, enjoy each other. I insist. Just because I have no luck with these kinds of things, doesn't mean you shouldn't get what your heart desire. *He smiled soft and sighed* I just wanna go home dad, clear my head... Andy: *He nodded soft* Yeah... call me if- Sam: I will *he smiled soft* I love you Andy: *A soft smile spread on his lips* I love you more.

[yanderepeace]

Okey , si las solicitudes están cerradas disculpe y solo ignore esto.

pensar en 2bdamend como mujer me gusta mucho , quizás headcanon con ella con un Reader género neutral, dónde si importar las circunstancias reader es suave y divertido incluso cuando descuartiza o está bañado en sangre , si lo desea puede agregar a los demás como mujeres / hombres no importa eso .

gracias

está bien, estaba esperando una solicitud y no sé si querías una de Yandere

Translation: I really like to think of 2bdamend as a woman, maybe headcanon with her with a neutral gender Reader, where if it matters the circumstances reader is soft and fun even when it quarters or is bathed in blood, if you wish you can add others as women / men no matter that.

She would be really confused about your behaviour. Why are you always smiling with glee or refuse to kill anyone?

You also seem to ignore all the blood that is lying around and the violence in Nevada. But all differences aside she would love you the same no matter if u don’t wanna kill a grunt or anything. When she’s busy with stuff or under pressure she could always count on you to drag her out of the HQ to do something that doesn’t involve killing. Like taking a walk around a safe place while holding hands or cuddling and sometimes putting her to bed while you try to do the easy stuff she has on the table

Due to her being a girl(which is rare in Nevada)you know everyone is going to hit on her or something like that which makes you insecure that she’ll leave you for someone else but don’t worry! She will assure you she will never leave you and how your the best lover a person can ask for! (the grunt was shot in the head as she told you that) cuddling with her is a MUST because boobs she gives the best hugs

Everyone is wondering how you survived Nevada but then again you have doc as your lover so-

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

                                                        (  ~ Kirishima Eijirou x Female                                                                          Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Smut and Fluffy Fluff!                                      ��                           

FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! That’s it. It’s just a lot of love making today with some pretty aftercare.

SUMMARY: It’d been awhile since you and Eijiro had gotten together and he’d started his hero work while you decided to stay in school and focus more on studies. He got to train under his idol and, of course, you were proud of him. He worked damn hard to get where he’s at now. He continued training harder and harder everyday, but that also meant that he was even more drained than usual. You'd always talk on the phone after school and he'd entertain you with his stories of what he did on the job and you'd help him be caught up schoolwise. It was a give-give situation. It'd been at least two months at this point and you were a little agitated; both sexually and not. You missed feeling his strong arms around you, his soft lips sending you to bed every night and waking you up every morning. You missed seeing how his big, muscular, veiny hand enveloped yours, his gentle smile making your days brighter and eventually, at this point you'd had enough of not being together.

WORD COUNT: 2723

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

      Two months had passed up to this point and you still hadn't heard from your boyfriend. You were scrolling through your Instagram just staring at all of the pictures that you shared, your eyes tearing up a little as your mind wandered absolutely craving his touch. Was he in the hospital? Was he hurt? What was going on with him?

     Your nightmares were a bit more prominent now having spent a significant bit of time away from your lover, though they subsided, to some degree, when you got with Eijiro. Suddenly all of this time apart was getting to you and you ran out of medicine to help with it, your anxiety and depression levels absolutely through the roof.    It got so bad that even your friends had noticed; you weren't as chipper in class, you never ate as much, your gaze was either painted out the window or at the ground at any given time, and you absolutely refused to go anywhere. Mina and Ochako wanted to hang out after class to study and hang out before the big exam and instead you locked yourself in your room and studied lazily yourself. Needless to say, you got a D- and that was the worst you'd EVER done in a class. Not that you didn't know the material, just that you didn't have the energy or focus to sit through the test. Aizawa had noticed and pulled you aside and you explained lazily your mental health situation and he said that once your mental health gets better that he'll let you retake the quiz. Then he gave you a Nature Valley bar because you didn't look like you'd been eating.

You paced your room and you sighed softly thinking of what it'd take to get his attention. Knowing him, this week he was probably on office duty instead of patrolling the streets. You decided, with your dirty mind, to put on some lingerie to get his attention and hopefully it'd warrant a text back.

You slip on some black lacy lingerie, complete with a corset-style top that was laced up in the back and a built in bra, though it was just a bit too small for you even though everything else fit just fine, you just had some big boobs. You decided to deal with it.

It also had a black thong instead of panties and a small harness-looking belt that attached to lace garter straps secured around your thighs.

You walk in front of a mirror you had in your room and you sighed softly, aware that he loved your natural face, almost void of blemishes. You had a few textured marks on your forehead but otherwise you were good. Your lips lightly glazed over with some chapstick you'd put on beforehand, your cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.

You bring your slender fingers up to your lips and you run your middle finger over your bottom lip, whimpering softly. You picked your phone up and took a couple of pictures, one with that vibrant smile he loved so much, your bright white teeth catching the light, your eyes squinting curtly as your bangs framed your face.

You took a more seductive picture, your fingers looped just barely under the thong strap, pulling up and showing off the outline of your, now obviously swollen pussy. You whimper at the friction and you bit your lip, snapping a few not as innocent photos.

You then took a naughty little video clip of your hand ducking in between your legs, your fingers pressing at your clit as you moan out softly, completely unaware of just how wet and aroused you truly were until you shifted your weight some and heard yourself stirring up a little.

You send a nice little text to him first.    

   "Hey baby. Are you busy?"

Almost instantly, you got a response back.

  "Yeah, I'm busy... I'm sorry, Pebble, I'll try and text more often. I've just been so backed up at this internship. I'm on office duty today so I might have some time to call later if you want."

Just as you expected; office time. You smirked a bit, instantly sending the cute picture and then the more provocative ones. You laid down on the bed awaiting his response.

"You know that smile of yours gets me every single time," he responded.

Your hand travelled down your body, wishing it was Kirishima's, his veins exposed on his arms as his fingers conformed to your curves, your muscles, every crevice and dip in your body. You moaned out softly, "Eijiro," in a soft, breathy tone. Your fingers were teasing your clit over the thin fabric of the thong and you arched your back a little. You'd accidentally sent him the video of you touching yourself in the bathroom and you dropped your phone, instantly, one of your fingers delving inside of you.

You arched your back more, gripping the sheets and sliding your finger into your tight pussy, slowly sliding another finger in. Your core ached for release you'd been holding off on, but tonight you just couldn't fight it anymore.

Your phone buzzed next to you, the name on your phone the only one you wanted to see. You tried to control your breathing and you bit your lip.  

   "H-Hullo," you hummed out, risking it and continuing to curl your fingers inside of yourself. You were a bit caught as you heard rhythmic thumping and your breathless boyfriend on the other side.

"B-Baby," he said in a drawn out-intoxicating sounded voice, moaning and whimpering into the phone quietly, his breathing deep and loud.

"Aww. Is someone a bit needy," you try to keep yourself collected as you heard him helplessly jerking himself off underneath his office desk.

"I-I've missed you so much... T-This has taken a toll o-on m-me too," he whimpered helplessly into the phone, his hips bucking up up into his hand, pumping his hand up and down his veiny shaft. His perfect, plush pink tip was oozing precum and he bit his lip, his jagged breathing coming through the phone turning you on even more.

"Mmm fuck, Eijiro," you whimpered out quietly as you hear his rhythmic thrusts and thumps speeding up and you can tell by how he's choking back his orgasm that he's close. You thrust your fingers inside of you, shakily breathing and moaning as your thighs trembled.

"I can tell you're close, Princess," he moaned out quietly. "I'm close too... C-Cmon. I know you can do it. I know you can make me cum," he whimpered out quietly.

His voice was so sexy to you. especially how he tried to dominate you though you guys weren't touching each other and when he was feeling a little submissive, his hoarse voice strained as he tried to stay discreet. You heard his moans, his inebriates moans filling your ear as sweet music. He moaned your name and his strained, tipsy tone shooting shivers right up your spine as he let out a quiet, intense moan.

You bit your lip and turned your camera on quickly flipping it to your slick dripping out of your pussy. You were greeted by Eijiro's sweet whimpers and whines as he watched you slide your fingers in and out in a quick, sticky rhythm.

"P-Please, please, please, please," he moaned as he showed his cock that you were so hungry for, the blush pink tip coated in precum and the shaft of his cock covered in those beautiful puckered veins that you loved so much.   "Make me cum," he whimpered out. "Make me fucking c-cum princess, please! I n-need it! I need you so goddamn bad!"

You couldn't hold it even if you wanted to, arching your back, dropping your phone, gripping your sheets and soaking your hand in your sweet, sticky cum.     "Eijiro!" You yelled out as you shuddered, overstimulating yourself, gasping for air and convulsing under your own touch. You were left breathless as you pushed yourself for him just wishing that he were there so you could feel him.     "D-Daddy," you kept muttering in between gasps and moans, your whimpers which were said dominant before melting into a pathetic puddle of small yips, bucking hips, and "please"-es.

He absolutely reveled in your orgasm, groaning and whimpering quietly, clearly getting close himself. He continued to whimper and whine, slapping a hand over his mouth so that he wouldn't alert his temporary employer. His face was painted all shades of red, a bit of sweat sheening his body, illuminating his exposed skin in all of the right ways. He continued his rhythmic pumping, eventually getting faster and faster, jerking around in his seat. It was then you realized how needy he actually was, not just a ruse to get you to get him to smooth one out while he was on the job and you, alone.   

    He hadn't even pulled his pants down to his knees and they just rested on his thighs. His face was contorted in need, his breathing hitching and shaky which, to be frank, never happened unless a situation arose in which you'd both been parted from each other. He never trembled unless you overstimulated him but he was a convulsing mess and he haven't even came yet.

"C-Cum," you managed to choke out, hoping to help him chase his release.  "P-Please cum for me daddy!~ I de-deserve it!~" Your pleasure replaced by sensitivity, your insides dripping and convulsing like crazy around your fingers as you listened to him moaning and groaning on the other side of the phone.

You'd barely even made it through your command and he'd pumped himself faster, faster, faster, deep, long strokes before he grabbed some tissues from off of the desk and he slapped his hand over his mouth, at first no noise was coming out. You stopped your... Festivities and just stared at the phone with glistening eyes as he hiked his legs up some, his hot, sticky seed shooting into the tissues that he placed over his tip, his lips parted barely, soft huffs of breath leaving him occasionally as he became a trembling mess in his seat while there was shuffling at the door. He no longer cared, just in absolute bliss as he got to please himself- finally- at the hands of his baby girl. He let out soft "ooh"s and "ah"s as he came down from his high, picking up the phone to see your glistening eyes and soft pink lips.

   "T-That was a-all..." You trailed off, the bass in your voice quieting as you stared at the beautiful man who you called your own

  "Yes, baby girl," he responded in his husky tone as he stared into your eyes, his french vermillion colored eyes glistening as he brushed his bangs out of his face. You noticed that his hair wasn't spiked, but rather smoothed down on his head, his bangs held back by a butterfly clip. He slid it back in his pants and he threw the sticky tissue away at the trashcan that lied under his desk.    

 "All for you." He shuffled some of his papers on his desk realizing that he only had a small amount of paperwork to file, having done the majority of it on 3 cans of Monster and an endless amount of coffee. He couldn't find it in himself to sleep knowing that you weren't able to without him but he also couldn't call you prior.

  "When can I see you again?" You asked in an innocent, breathy tone.

He picked up his schedule and then checked the time, his beautiful cherry red eyes falling back over how sad you looked, the moment of bliss covering up just how needy and depressed you really were. 

   "God I really wish I could... You don't even know," he whispered quietly into the phone as he wiped some sweat off of his forehead and he pinched the bridge of his nose. You could tell he was stressed but you couldn't help your expression dropping.    

    "I think I have an off-day here soon... Within the month, I'm sure of it." He said softly as he looked at your downed expression.

   "O-Oh," you said, your eyes glistening with tears that dared to fall.       "Y-Yeah no, that's fine," you force a smile into your phone and you shake your head.

     "You know you're my beautiful baby right?" He asked softly staring into your eyes, getting a mental picture of your features.        "You know you're so brave and strong, right? You know that I miss you and I don't want anybody else but you, don't you," he cooed out quietly to you.

You nodded allowing his words to envelop you.      "I know, Kiri," you whisper quietly as you curl up in a blanket.

"Have you eaten...?" His eyes looked a little worried as he already knew the answer and he sat up in his seat finally getting back to his work, his phone propped up against a book that was on his desk. He was surprisingly organized, pulling his bangs back and reclipping his hair; he looked so professional and you loved it, you just wished that you could be with him while he was being professional.

"No," you replied quietly, laying down with your back to the phone. His eyes peered at you and he sighed softly.

    "How long has it been?" He continued to try and coax answers out of you but you were crashing and dissociating.     "Look at me, baby girl," he whispered quietly, placing his pencil down and picking his phone up again.

You groan softly, the tears finally falling as you cover your eyes with your forearm.    "No," you spat quietly.        "You're not gonna like what you see then l-leave me o-or something a-and-"

 "Baby," he said in his soft stern voice. You immediately shut up and turned to look at him through your phone.    "Now that I have your attention. What was it that you told me awhile ago? 'Everybody cries. Even manly men,'" you loved it when he quoted you.    "You getting emotional isn't gonna make me love you any less," he said quietly as he gave you a nurturing smile. You cuddled a pillow and rested your head on it much like you'd do to Kiri, resting your head on his chest. You sniff quietly and just watch him.

  "Soon, my love," he whispered quietly as he hummed to you, lulling you to sleep that'd been eluding you for at least a month and a half. He smiled as he watched you peacefully, humming quietly as he continued to run his pencil over some paper, making work in his paperwork. He looked over your sleepy features, your lips that were slightly parted as you let out soft puffs of air, your rosy cheeks, your illuminating skin, your bangs that framed your face so perfectly, and finally your eyes that never rested even in sleep; he could tell you were having a nightmare. He wished so badly that he were there to kiss your forehead and tell you that everything would be okay. He craved your touch just as much as you craved him.

  "In one of my late days, I'll be there right beside you, cuddling you and letting you know it’ll all be okay," he whispered softly as he continued to muse and do his work.