#sometimes it’s in the form of contentment and comfort

[jujuicykaisen]

How do the JJK dilfs carry you? 😗

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Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Ryomen Sukuna

Contents: gn!reader

Satoru Gojo

With Gojo, it depends entirely on his mood. To this versatile man, your defining feature is your portability. You can be a princess, a sack of potatoes, or a handbag. Let's deep-dive these carrying techniques and the mode of use.

The Prince(ss): This is a dignified, relatively comfortable way to be carried around. Face-up, held in front of his chest, one arm under your back and another below your knees. This is how a bride is carried over the threshold; it means you're precious cargo. Gojo uses this carrying style when he's feeling fun and flirty, or when he wants to embarrass you in front of other people, because Gojo is nothing if not a menace. You get a suitably royal pet name to go along with this carrying style—"prince/princess".

The Sack of Potatoes: As you've probably guessed, this is when you get tossed face first over Gojo's shoulder with your ass in the air, much like a farmer carting a sack of produce to market in ye olden days. It's not the most comfortable or dignified position, what with the blood rushing to your head and his shoulder digging into your stomach, but it usually doesn't last long, as this mode of carry is chiefly used to haul your ass to the bedroom when he means to get down to business. Usually accompanied by some groping.

The Handbag (also known as the Football): Do you remember when Gojo brought Yuji to see his fight with Jogo? It's that carry. He grabs you by the belt or the back of your shirt and holds you casually in one hand, like you're a bag of snacks from the konbini. Doesn't matter if you're petite, curvy, or muscular—the man is insanely strong. This is a utility carry, for when he needs to move you from one place to another quickly, or when he needs a hand free to forehead flick a curse out of existence. An alternative is the Football, where he tucks you under one arm like...well, like a football.

Suguru Geto

Suguru is somewhat more likely to respect your ability to self-ambulate than Gojo is. Slightly.

It depends who you are and where along his timeline you meet him. A younger Geto is a little more courteous, or at least pretending to be, so you'll get the Princess. Or the Sack of Potatoes, but with an apology for putting you in that position.

Now, adult!Geto, whether he's in his curse-user, cult-leader canon form or even in an AU where he becomes an instructor at Jujutsu High—Sack of Potatoes. He is a man on a mission, he means business.

You're walking too slow? Shoulder.

Too many non-sorcerers around and he doesn't want their icky smell on you? Shoulder.

Carrying you to bed? Shoulder.

Getting you out of bed? Guess what? Shoulder.

You meet most of his acquaintances ass-first.

Toji Fushiguro

I'm not going to lie to you—sometimes Toji just reaches out, grabs whatever is nearest, and lifts you up by it, kind of like a kid picking up a ragdoll. Sometimes it's your waist, sometimes it's the back of your shirt, sometimes it's a random leg.

He is inhumanly, ridiculously strong, so he can just carry your whole ass self in the crook of one arm. We'll dub this one the Koala.

He also likes to employ the Sack of Potatoes when he is moving you to the bedroom, usually with a hearty slap on the ass for good measure.

Sometimes he just picks you up and moves you out of his way, like you're a chair someone forgot to push in. You get set down on the table or the kitchen counter, like a little knick-knack.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is a gentleman, but also rather no-nonsense, so he'll employ a few different methods, depending on the circumstances.

The Prince(ss): If you're awake, and it's for a relatively short distance, he'll sweep you up in his arms, cradling you in a cocoon of muscles, pressed linen, and GQ-recommended cologne. This is when he wants to be a bit romantic, or for when you've twisted your ankle and he's helping you over to the couch.

If you're unconscious (perhaps injured) or he has to take you a long distance and can't just drive you for whatever reason, then he's going to hoist you into a Fireman's Carry. You're getting balanced evenly across both his shoulders.

What? He's heading for his late twenties. It's important that he protects his back.

Does he need to show you the Safe Lifting diagram again?

"Slipped discs are not romantic."

Ryomen Sukuna

Normally Sukuna's of the opinion that you can walk your damn self if you need to get somewhere, because he's not your pack mule. But let's say our King of Curses is feeling possessive and doesn't want to let his little tribute out of his sight?

If he's in his seven-foot-plus tall form, then he has four giant, muscular arms, and it only takes one of them to hold you clasped tight to his chest, like a doll or a pet (neither of which are entirely inaccurate descriptions for what you are).

You can watch the world from within the cage of his arms, in your own little perch.

And yes, he is also very much a subscriber to the Sack of Potatoes/Freshly Killed Deer school of brat wrangling. But watch out, because he'll do a lot more than just slap your ass while you're in that position.

Hand mouth.

Need I say more?

[pukefactory]

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . SLEEPING IN STASIS . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

☆ Summary: Caregiver CatNap X Little Reader Headcannons

☆ Character(s): CatNap (Poppy Playtime)

☆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW, Agere

☆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☆ Image Credits: Mob Games

⏾ CatNap takes his role as your caregiver very seriously, especially when ensuring you get enough rest. If you resist nap time, expect his long tail to coil around you while he hums a soft, eerie lullaby. Resistance is futile; once you are wrapped in his embrace, sleep always follows. At least with him, your naps are always restful, and you never struggle to fall or stay asleep when cradled in his tail.

⏾ Despite the Red Smoke being a part of him, he has learned to suppress it in your presence. Instead, when you feel overwhelmed or deeply upset, he releases a faint lavender scent to soothe you. With a gentle claw, he rubs slow circles on your back, his deep, raspy voice whispering reassurances in your ear. “Breathe…” His touch and voice never fail to bring you a sense of emotional and mental clarity.

⏾ Playcare is his hunting ground, and no one—no one—is allowed to disturb you, even though visitors are an exceedingly rare occurrence these days. If another entity dares to intrude, CatNap immediately becomes a menacing force, prowling through the shadows with lethal intent. While eliminating the unwanted guest, he frequently returns to check on you, ensuring you remain secure in your little room within Home Sweet Home—a space he has practically barricaded to keep you safe. The moment he sees you, however, his demeanor softens. Kneeling beside you, his voice becomes gentle once more. “Don’t look at them, little one. You’re safe here.”

⏾ When you grow bored or fussy, he finds it endearing, as it gives him an opportunity to indulge in one of his favorite activities with you. Using his tail, he lifts you onto his back, ensuring you are securely positioned before setting off on a slow, calming walk around Playcare. As you relax against him, your fingers idly playing with his fur, the weight of your emotions gradually dissipates. With him acting as your personal chaperone, the vast, eerie halls of Playcare somehow feel less daunting.

⏾ His chest is the ultimate spot for cuddles. Though he no longer has a heartbeat and his ribs jut out in places, you always manage to find a comfortable position against him. When you do, he begins to purr—a low, deep vibration that soothes you completely. If you are upset, he allows you to rest against him, rubbing his head gently against yours while his purring lulls you into relaxation.

⏾ CatNap could watch you sleep for hours. Since he never truly sleeps himself, this is his peace. With a single claw, he traces the contours of your face, carefully adjusting your blanket whenever you stir. Sometimes, he murmurs softly to himself, “So small… so safe…” as though he is trying to convince himself of it. Though he secretly harbors insecurities about his ability to care for you, all doubts fade when he sees you curled up with a plush version of himself, peacefully sucking on your pacifier, a contented smile on your face. In those moments, he knows he is doing something right.

⏾ If you need comfort in the form of an object, he is always prepared. Whether it’s a plushie, blanket, or pacifier, he provides exactly what you need, each item carrying the faint scent of lavender. If he brings a plushie, it is always a clean, soft replica of himself. If it’s a blanket, it is fluffy, weighted, and a deep purple adorned with bright yellow stars and a crescent moon. If it’s a pacifier, it is a matching shade of purple with a transparent crescent moon at its center. You have no idea where he acquires these things, but they are always warm, soft, and inexplicably comforting. “For you, little star. Always for you.”

⏾ If you are too little to feed yourself, he assumes the responsibility without hesitation. Though his claws are sharp, his paws remain steady as he carefully cuts your food, offering each bite with a quiet patience. “Eat up, little one,” he says, watching you chew with the attentive gaze of a devoted guardian. You are unsure how he manages to find food in Playcare, but he always does—and he ensures your favorite snacks are safely tucked away for when you need them. Hunger is simply not an option under his watch.

⏾ His crescent moon pendant is your lifeline. Whenever you feel frightened or uncertain, he lets you hold it, sometimes wrapping his own skeletal fingers around yours to steady them. “Still here. Still yours. Hold tight, little one.” His voice is impossibly tender. Though the pendant is large enough to dwarf your hands, you cling to it whenever it is within reach, reassured by its presence. To you, it is more than an object—it is proof that CatNap is here, and with him, you are safe.

⏾ There is only one rule in Playcare: Never leave his side. If you wander too far, his presence shifts—his voice deepens, his skeletal grin remains unchanged, yet something about him becomes distinctly more menacing. But the moment he finds you, he kneels, pressing his large head against your significantly smaller one, his whisper carrying an unmistakable hint of desperation. “Stay close.” His expression may be fixed, but his voice betrays his worry. That alone is enough to convince you to stay by his side from that moment on.

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 17

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 4,534

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, bondage, emotional manipulation, angsty aftercare, implied subspace/subdrop, ptsd flashback, noncon touching (erwin is a creep!)

Morning must have come.

Tears caked your waterline, gluing your lids together. Wincing, you tried to adjust to the dark that still enveloped you. Your head sluggishly tilted towards where light streamed from the line at the bottom of the door.

Muffled words can be heard by the entrance, but you couldn’t make out what was said. From the volume and cadence alone, you could tell Levi must be not pleased. Stomps reverberated overhead until there was a distinct slam of the front door.

Footsteps walked back with the same hurried pace. More light poured out from the entry as it was opened with great force. You flinched back at him flicking the light on. Despite Levi’s lithe frame, his steps pounded against the stairs. You were too exhausted to even work up any fear. You barely slept the rest of the night, plagued with nightmares and the stinging pain of your ass.

At the bottom of the stairs, he rounded the corner. Levi stopped in what you could assume was shock. Him staring at you only brought tears back to your eyes. Fear tried to wiggle back into your brain that he would continue where Erwin’s left off, but you couldn’t muster up the energy.

“What did you do?” His words bit, but his eyebrows tented in pity.

Curling your fingers into your palms, sobs racked through your weak body while you furled in on yourself as much as you could with the restraints. Like he would a wounded animal, he slowly stepped closer. Tracing the bite mark left on your arm, he undid the cuff. You didn’t move as he leaned over your body to undo the other side.

Walking to your bound ankles, Levi winced, “Fuck.”

Oh, so it was that bad.

Bending down, he didn’t touch your wounds just yet. The belts around your legs loosened. You didn’t even notice your feet had gone numb from the lack of circulation. Free of your shackles, you still didn’t move.

Levi traced a finger across your ass, you whined and forced yourself further into the bench. Taking the hint, he moved away. He came to the side and looked down upon your sniveling form.

“Do you think you can stand on your own?”

You shook your head.

Levi’s eyes shifted to the side in thought, “We need to clean those marks.”

He didn’t want an answer. Taking your wrist, he lifted your upper body of the bench. Puppeteering you, he swung your arm around his shoulders. His arm snaked around your waist, he stepped backwards so you could follow. Your pants and underwear that hung around your knees, collapsed to the floor. Levi bent down to picked them up. Curling his arm around your knees, he completely lifted you off the floor.

A yelp escaped as the side of your ass brushed against his stomach. Levi remained silent as he carried you with surprising ease. Sometimes you forget just how strong he is. His unwavering strength does not soothe you. And yet, you craved comfort. Even if it meant in the belly of the beast, at least you are warm.

Resting your head against him, Levi glanced down at you. He didn’t say anything as he made it out of basement and took you both to the bathroom. Kicking the door open, he let you down.

Flinging your clothes in the hamper, he pointed, “Lean against the counter.”

Nodding, you rested on your elbows, too weak to stand up straight. Satisfied, Levi turned to the tub and flicked the shower on. Running his hand under the water, he deemed it warm enough.

“I’m getting you new clothes. Try to get in yourself. I will be right back.”

Levi lingered when you didn’t reply, but ultimately, decided to leave you be.

Releasing a breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were a mess. Your eyes were swollen and tear tracks dug deep in your cheeks. You looked so broken. Unable to conjure any anger or self-pity, you dragged yourself towards the steaming shower.

Unsteady on your feet, your knees knocked as you wobbled towards it. You could still barely feel your legs as you stumbled. Your ankle buckled. Ready to crash on the floor, an arm slung across your waist and caught you. Clenching your eyes, you balled your fists in embarrassment.

“Let’s make this quick.”

Lip wobbling, your head bobbed in agreement.

Cajoling you into the shower, he made sure you were stable to strip himself of his clothes. Stepping into the stream with you, he coaxed you to lean against him for support. Resting your head on his shoulder, you both pretend what wet his skin was the water.

Clinically, he started to scrub your body, not lingering. He strayed from your bum. Though he spun you so your back faced the steam. Clutching further onto his biceps, you whimpered as the water hit your parted skin. You watched as the water turned pink.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

Your hands drifted to his sturdy muscle. Levi kneeled down to wash your legs. His fingers danced around the bruising skin of your ankles. He kept his gaze on the wounds while he clicked his tongue. Shifting his weight, he stood back up.

“Can you stand now?”

“I th-think so,” You mumbled. Your hands dropped to your sides while you refused to look him in the eye.

Guiding you to the side, Levi hastily washed himself. Deeming it good enough, he rinsed himself and turned the water off. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself.

The curtain rings screeched against the pole. Steam billowed further into the room, fogging up the mirror. Despite asking if you could handle yourself, Levi helped you out of the shower.

He wrapped a towel around his waist. Going back to you, he used one towel to wrap your hair up. Taking the other, he patted you dry. Levi’s eyes bounced to your face over and over. You knew he was trying to make eye contact, but you just couldn’t.

Throwing the towel into the hamper, he reached for clothes that only consisted of an oversized sleep shirt.

“I think it’s best it keep any fabric off the wounds for now.”

He explained even when you didn’t ask. Not responding again, Levi let out a frustrated sigh that had you flinching back.

“Arms up.” Like a doll, you obeyed and let him slip the shirt through your limbs and head.

He dressed himself just as fast as he washed himself. Crouching in front of the sink cabinet, he reached in the back and found a first aid kit you never noticed. Your eyes glanced to the feminine products and that original terror gripped your heart.

Helplessness squeezed you so tight your breathing stuttered.

Levi’s face pinched at your escalating panic. Slowly lifting off his heels, he stood before you. “I need to clean the cuts, that’s it.”

You shook your head while you stepped backwards. You didn’t first aid, you needed out. You have to leave. This was all his fault.

“Stop being a brat,” Levi barked and grappled onto your wrist.

Pulling you to him, he lifted you up and slung you over his shoulder. Not putting up a fight, you let yourself dangle as his arm coiled above your knees. You couldn’t help but notice how… touchy he was being.

The hardwood floor bobbled as Levi walked towards what you could assume was the living room. Heading to the couch, he bent down so you could slip off his shoulder to sit on your knees, not putting pressure on your bottom.

Placing the first aid kit on the other side of him, Levi sat next to you. Grabbing your upper arm, he splayed you across his lap. Your shoulder blades tensed at the familiar position. Your torso sat on his thighs, not quite perched up as he did before.

Levi rubbed your back to pacify you. Burying your face in the cushions, you tried to relax. Exhaling, your muscle went slack.

“Good girl,” He spoke so softly.

Repositioning you so your ass was perked up and your breasts laid on the couch, he lifted the shirt to look at your ass. Taking the first aid by your head, it uncapped with a pop.

Disinfectant permeated through the air. Your nose wrinkled. Whimpering, you tried to flinch back as the cold stung.

“You can take it.”

That didn’t reassure you at all. He swiped at the splits in your delicate flesh, digging into the bruising that was more than skin deep. He wiped the wounds a few more times. Happy with the disinfectant, he reached for the salve.

Cracking it open, he poured it directed on the flesh. You squirmed at the cold, thick liquid caking the bruises. Levi placed his hand on your back and lightly held you down. His other hand started to rub the medicine in. Heat crept up on your face as he pet your ass. It jiggled as he worked it in. This all felt a little too intimate for your liking.

Though, you let him care for you. Sagging further into him, you let your mind drift off into that blurry haze you were in last night. But, this time, it felt more safe.

Levi’s warmth left you as he shut the first aid kit and cleaned up his mess. Slipping his arm under you, he pushed you up so you were kneeling beside him. He gathered the used wipes and he went to lift himself up, but your grabbed onto his pants and clutch the fabric.

He lifts a brow at you.

You couldn’t speak and only shuffled closer. Levi shut his eyes with a big sigh. Curling his arm around your waist, he placed you on his lap, straddling his hips. Spreading his legs, he relieved any pressure on your ass. This had you slide further down until your crotches slotted together.

Beckoning you closer, you rested your head against his shoulder and nuzzled into the side of his neck. Surprisingly, Levi let you. He cradled you close as his hand stroked up and down your back. Tears bubbled up and wet the hem of his shirt.

“Are you going to tell me what you did or not?”

You only clutched onto him further. If he knew why Erwin punished you, this small piece of kindness would be ripped from your grasp. Here, you almost felt like a human again.

“Either way, it’s going to have to be dealt with when Erwin comes back so you might as well fess up.”

The mention of the larger man had you tense. You knew he would come home eventually, but you were terrified. He beat you until you bled and left you in the dark to rot. While Levi was the reason you needed out, desperately—he was your only lifeline.

That scary place fizzled in your brain, beckoning you to sink until you couldn’t breathe. Unknowingly, you started to hyperventilate again.

“Okay, okay,” Levi muttered, and started to pet your hair. “We will cross that bridge once we get there I guess.”

Trembling with curling fingers deep in the matter of his skirt, you tried to find solace in him. You can pretend jumping from the claws of lion into the open, hungry mouth of the wolf is safer. His teeth can suffice as an embrace.

Levi let you cling onto him for a lot longer than you thought before the itchy need to tidy set his priorities. You laid on your stomach on the couch, looking longingly out the window. The sound of tires crunching against gravel had you tense up after staring off.

From behind you, Levi put down whatever he was doing and made his way into the living room. You propped yourself up as you heard the front door opening and closing with unneeded force. Kneeling on the couch, you watched as Erwin passed into the threshold.

His eyes bounced to you and then at Levi who came closer with his arms crossed, combative.

“What the fuck happened?”

Erwin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “What do you mean, Levi?”

“Why the fuck did I find her bound, in the dark and blood caked on her ass and thighs, Erwin?” Levi’s voice rose.

You flinched back, scared and confused. Why did he seem upset for your well being? Levi had arguably done worse, but he looked almost offended by Erwin’s behavior.

Erwin crossed further into the living room, not looking at you. That icky feeling resurfaced of when Erwin didn’t acknowledged you and left you in that damn room.

He flippantly waves his hand, “Doesn’t matter. She will be sleeping with us from now on.”

Before Erwin could go anywhere, Levi gripped his upper arm like he would you. “You’re going to explain to me. Now.”

Erwin raised a brow at Levi’s hand, “Can I at least put my stuff down first?”

“Go right ahead,” Levi snarked and dropped his hold.

The large man went down the hall to his office and Levi stood there, fuming. At this point, neither of them were paying attention to you. You couldn’t help feeling like a little kid again. You sat on the couch, an observer.

Coming back, Levi was instantly on top of him. “What happened last night?”

Erwin crossed his arms, “It’s none of your concern. I handled it.”

“Handled it? She was inconsolable!”

You winced as he talked about you like you weren’t there.

Erwin stepped closer and loomed over Levi, “Why do you care?” There was an almost jealous twinge to his tone.

Levi wasn’t intimated by him and tilted his chin up to give the man a dead stare, “I care because I had to clean up your mess.”

Uncomfortable, you started to fiddle with your fingers. Erwin barked something that made you flinch, but your mind started to wonder. You seemed to shrink as the voices that clashed were now masculine and feminine. One of them more shrill than the other.

At this point, none of you could remember what started the fight, but it started to escalate. The voices only pitched in volume. Vaguely, you could make out your mother screaming, look at what you did to her!, followed by the crash of a glass she threw.

Your arms instinctively covered your head as the cup shattered and rained down in pretty glittering shards. You father advanced on her, yelling back, you could have hit her!

Clutching onto your head, you tugged on your hair. You willed the memory away. You were here, not there. Though your current situation wasn’t any better, at least you were no longer a cowering child.

Gritting your teeth, you shake off the grips of childhood remnants. Erwin and Levi were in the kitchen, continuing their argument. At this point, you stopped caring what they were saying. They were so engrossed in their own spat, you were nothing more than a forethought.

You glanced at doorway of the mudroom. You knew you couldn’t leave until you could saw the collar off, but you had to test something.

Placing your hands on the back of the couch, you stepped backwards with shaky legs. Peeling yourself from the cushions, not once did they leave your line of sight. Prowling like an animal sizing up a bigger predator, you side stepped across the floor.

“And whose fault is that?” Levi’s voice rung out as they went to the table.

You were completely out of their sights. Still toeing backwards, your hands gripped the frame of the mudroom. Stepping down, you glanced down to make sure not to trip on the welcome mat.

Your back hit the door. You waited.

There was no alarm, no shock to your collar. Reaching behind, your hand gripped the doorknob and slowly twisted it back and forth. No alarm, no shock.

A flimsy smile graced your lips.

Determined once more, you softly walked back in the living room, their voices starting to calm down. Like you were rewound, you resumed your position on the couch, watching.

Levi came back from where he and Erwin were. He seemed significantly more relaxed. Rounding the couch, he didn’t say anything while he lifted you up and carried you. You were too stunned to argue.

Erwin sat at the head of table, food laid out. Where you really that out of it you didn’t even notice dinner was made?

Gently, Levi sat you at the table. You flinched at the hardwood digging into your bruises. Erwin had the audacity to grimace at your pain.

Levi sits next to you and you side eye him. What the fuck is going on?

Erwin clears his throat, “I’m not going to apologize for punishing you.”

Your lip curled as you stared down your food. An ugly stew of emotions broiled in your gut.

“Erwin,” Levi started to scold. What the actual fuck.

Erwin raised his hand to stop Levi, “Let me continue. I won’t apologize for punishing you, but I can see that I went too far. I let my emotions get the better of me. That won’t happen again, I promise.”

Bitterness dripped from your tongue, “You say that now.”

Sadness swarmed Erwin as he reached for your hand, but you flinched back. A whimper fell out as you put more pressure on a particular cut.

“I just want us to be a happy family.”

You bristled. How dare he. You scoffed while you sarcastically asked, “If you're daddy does that make Levi mommy?” You spat out the word daddy.

A rough hand gripped your jaw and forced you to look at Levi. Ire bubbled up in his smokey irises, “Listen here, you little- don’t encourage her.”

Levi peered over you to Erwin who was stifling his laugh. He dropped his focus back on you and you met his gaze.

You continued on, “And what does that make me? The child or the dog?”

Levi gave you a look that screamed to shut up, but you were content with yourself. All humor left Erwin, his gaze burned into you. Dropping his hold, Levi let you meet Erwin head on.

“You are neither,” Erwin said after a long moment of silence. “You are ours, that’s what you are.”

So a possession. You would never been seen as an equal. You knew this, but him saying it out loud just cemented it. Staring down at your hands, you picked at your nails.

He could see you visibly wilt and tried to do some damage control, “Let’s get you to bed. It’s been a long day, for all of us.”

“I’ll meet you up there,” Levi said, reaching for your uneaten plate.

Erwin walked over to you. He grabbed your arms and turned you so he could lift you into his embrace. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he put his arm under your bum. You whined at the bruising being touched.

Cradling the back of your neck, he massaged the muscles while shushing you. Foreboding churned your stomach. You slightly bounced with each step Erwin took. Going past his office, he turned left instead of taking you to your room.

You completely forgot you were going to sleep with them now. Turning into the hallway you hadn’t went down yet, anxiety hit you as you never been upstairs. Not even when you were on better terms with them. You weren’t allowed and you didn’t want to cross the boundary. It felt too intimate and it still does.

At the end of the hall, Erwin pivoted again and started to ascend the stairs. At the top, he directed you both to the right, down a short hallway. He opened the door and you stared down the other hall before Erwin closed off your view.

When walking in, to the left was an walking in closet, the door left ajar. From the glance you saw suits all in Erwin’s size. This must be his room. Crossing further in to the right was a king sized bed against the wall, a side table on both sides. You were confused why he needed such a big bed and two tables.

Erwin placed you on the mattress. The sheets and bedding were a soft black. You winced when your wounds dragged against the fabric. Erwin looked apologetic.

“I will be back.”

He left to go to the door facing the right side of the bed. Inside was a large bathroom. You couldn’t see much from your limited view so you brought your attention to the rest of the room.

It had been in L-shape, the closet making it seem like a standard rectangle. To the left of you was a large window where the sunset streamed inside. Against the wall on the other end of the bed was an extravagant TV stand. One of those fancy ones where you can close the cabinet to hide away the TV. There were also shelves lined to the brim from what you could see were history books.

Erwin emerged from the bathroom, a first aid kit in hand.

“Lay on your stomach for me.”

You were still scared to be alone with him so you obeyed. Turning on your tummy, you tried not to flinch as Erwin’s weight dipped the bed. You laid slightly off center as Erwin walked on his knees and adjusted himself so he straddled your thighs.

Your heart dropped as he sat back. He rested most of his weight on his ankles so you weren’t crushed, but he was in a position that if he wanted he could slot his crotch against your ass if he leaned his full weight on you.

Flicking the kit open, he took the tube of ointment specifically for cuts. He flipped your shirt up and paused to see you weren’t wearing anything underneath and the sheer damage done to your skin.

Your back hunched as you tried to scrunch forward as his fingers traced his damage. Screwing the cap off, he delicately smeared the clear jelly over the various lesions over your ass. Pulling out band-aids, over the broken skin he used his thumbs to adhere them.

Grabbing a different tube, this medicine was more liquidity as he rubbed them against the bruises. His large hands encompassed your ass, stroking the skin until the lotion was soaked in. You hated how vulnerable you were. You hated how this is what you craved since he spanked you. The fear he was sick of you wriggled in, that you were going to be like all the other girls before you.

Your body went still when he bent over to kiss your exposed nape. His hands dragged upwards to grip your waist. He tickled the flesh his palms swallowed up. Stuttering quaked your chest. You stared at the open bathroom door, terrified.

“I shouldn’t have been so mean. It’s okay, we will keep this between us, right?”

You trembled, “You didn’t tell Levi why?”

Erwin smiled into your neck, “Can you imagine what he would have done if I did?”

You whimpered.

He shushed you as he explored more of your skin. “It will be our little secret. Don’t give me a reason to tell him.”

“Okay,” You nodded your head.

Erwin squeezed your ribs, “What was that?”

“Yes! Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He got up from you and grabbed the wrappers of the band-aids. They crinkled in his grasp. Putting away the other tubes, he closed the kit and left the bed.

Turning your head into the comforter, your breathing picked up in panic. Tears burned your waterline. Forcing your hands to your chest, you clutched your chest as you tried your best to suck in oxygen.

“What the fuck is up with her?” Levi’s voice cut through your spiraling.

Erwin entered the room with a shrug. “Must still be coming down from last night.”

Levi gave him a skeptical glower. He went over to you as Erwin went into the closet to grab pajamas. Keeping an eye on Erwin as he went to the bathroom, he helped you up from your laying position.

“Spit it out.”

You only shook your head. There was nothing he could do. There’s nothing he would do. Levi was just as bad Erwin.

Levi leaned down so you were eye level and squinted at you. Grabbing your cheeks, he didn’t let you break out of his trance. Those stormy irises danced across your face, sniffing out any hint. Not finding what he wanted, he released you with a push.

You were left alone on the giant bed as Levi went to the closet as well. Twisting your lip in confusion, Levi came out in his own set of pajamas, his dirty clothes in one hand, the other held a leash.

He passed by you to throw his clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. Coming back, leash in hand, he placed a knee on the bed. Shuffling closer, he kneeled in front of you as you curled in on yourself by the headboard.

Reaching behind you, he threaded the leash through one of the pillars of the headboard. Looping it through the handle, he pulled it until it was taut. Hooking his fingers through your collar, he tugged you up to present your neck.

He clipped the clasp through the loop of the collar. Bringing you closer, he breathed, “Don’t make me have to reinforce this as well. Don’t try to leave the bed either because I will know.”

“Okay,” You hiccuped.

“Good.”

Coaxing the blanket out from under you, Levi sat to the right of you. He brought it up to cover you both. You blinked in confusion. What?

Erwin came out of the bathroom as Levi bent over to grab a book on the bedside table. He also grabbed a part of readers. Levi needed glasses, too?

“All situated?”

Cracking open the book, Levi replied, “You can say that.”

Erwin chuckled as he went to the other side of the bed. You were squished in the middle of the two. Well, squished was an exaggeration as there was enough room to give you a few inches of space. Levi’s side more than Erwin’s since he was a very broad man.

They slept in the same bed?

You tried not to let your confusion show. What exactly was their relationship? You were baffled at the information laid out in front of you.

“You should lay down,” Erwin said.

Looking at him, you saw that his hair was down and covering his forehead. It made him seem younger.

Erwin took no offense to your non-response and guided you to rest your head on the pillow rather than your scrunched up position. The leash was lax enough to not tug on the collar, but its presence was unforgettable.

Reaching for his phone, Erwin scrolled through work emails, propped up against the pillows like Levi. His free hand discretely went under the blanket and rested on your tummy, his thumb stroking over the shirt.

You closed your eyes, and tried to fight the urge to vomit and impending doom of what Erwin’s lingering touches meant.

[hederasgarden]

I am a firm believer of Tangerine being into bondage real bad. Kraven has a thing for anal, and Friedrich has a secret room in his big mansion with red velvet on the walls and one of those 19th century sex chairs. Oh and Ives has a glory hole setup in his bathroom.

Thoughts? Im a big fan of your ideas 😌💖

I love hearing everyone’s headcanons for our favorite characters. They’re always so interesting to hear and sometimes I even learn something new about myself 😅 when people introduce a new thot to me!

My response is below the cut because it is smutty. 18+ only. Warnings for discussions of bondage, breeding/pregnancy kink (that warning comes standard with Friedrich), anal sex and all manner of other sexual content. These warnings aren't exhaustive.

I can definitely see Tangerine being into bondage and restraining his partner. Maybe even Kinbaku because he finds the process relaxing and a bit of an art form. He likely enjoys taking photos of you intricately tied up too, proud of his own work and how beautiful you look. For the right reader, this could be a soothing experience, you might even drift off, comfortable and safe in Tangerine's capable hands.

I have said it before and I will say it again, Tangerine is a man who gets off on you being naked while he's clothed and this would be no exception. After he took all the photos he wanted he'd run a comforting hand over your body to rouse you from your sleepy state. Then he'd press a kiss between your shoulder blades before proceeding to absolutely wreck you in the best way possible. 

I could also see Tangerine being the type to enjoy a visit to a glory hole between jobs if he didn’t have a girl. 

While I agree Sergei probably enjoys anal sex, I think he'd be an even bigger fan of the mating press position (a primal and intense version of missionary). You can't tell me this man doesn't have a breeding kink a mile wide and the mating press position would feed right into that. He'd love how it lets him control and nearly smother you with his body. There would be nothing for you to focus on but him, and nothing to do but to surrender to him again and again.

Honestly, I feel like Friedrich is kinda boring when it comes to kinks beyond the obvious (breeding/pregnancy). He is just fully obsessed with having you 24/7, he doesn’t need anything extra beyond your beautiful body and your submission. Well, that and the 500 kids he wants to make with you. Now that I am thinking about it I can see him being into cum play, pushing it back inside you after, making sure your body soaks up everything. He’d make you come on his fingers, telling you the doctor said orgasms help with conception and to give himself a moment to recover before diving back in and filling you up. I could maybe see some restraint use to keep you still so he can go to work. 

I feel like Ives would be the type obsessed with anal sex and blow jobs. Of course, he loves everything when it comes to his partner, but there is something about both those positions that makes him FERAL for you. Perhaps it’s the power difference and total control it gives him over you, but most of all he loves watching you take him. And, even though he's obsessed with these things, he's just as dedicated to making sure you're well taken care of, always returning the favor twofold for everything you do for him.

[batwynn]

The figurehead and the turtle

[blossoms-phan]

many people are afraid to be real lovers. dan and phil are not

[uhhbeans]

thinking about our boys and CRYING and weeping an d.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

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[kurooh]

HOT THINGS THEY DO ★ MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. featuring various characters being attractive in and out of the bedroom.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader but a few can be interpreted as gn. mainly suggestive / nsfw hcs

izuku’s eyes are always on yours when he’s listening to you speak—sometimes, in the middle of conversation, he tilts his head to the side. it’s completely unconscious, he’s just really focused on you. +bonus: he twirls his pen around between his fingers when he takes notes and he has such nice hands . . ykwim

in the bedroom, izuku’s open to anything. he welcomes change in the form of new kinks, positions, toys, etc but also doesn’t mind if something doesn’t work out. his willingness to experiment has almost always yielded a positive result and better sex.

katsuki is an amazing driver. safety and making yellow lights are very important to him. he usually drives with one hand, and he throws an arm behind the passenger seat to take a look behind him when he’s backing up. yes, he’s able to use the camera without turning to look back, but he prefers not to for safety. (he likes getting you a little flustered)

katsuki’s easily able to throw you around and manhandle you as much as you like. in addition, he’s got a filthy mouth, so by extension, his dirty talk is excellent. he’s able to fluidly switch between tones and leave you thinking about everything he said even days later.

shōto doesn’t understand why you’re fawning over him when he’s in the middle of working out. after a few sets, he tugs on the hem of his sleeveless shirt and uses it to wipe away the sweat gathered on his forehead. by the time he’s pausing to do so, he’s panting heavily and his abs clench sporadically as he tries to catch his breath. +bonus: sho’s tired and doesn’t gaf about a little mess when he’s sucking down some water, so it always ends up trickling down his chin

when you’re naked and ready for his touch while pinned beneath him, shōto’s easily able to read your body. he’s mapped out the spots that make you tick and committed them to memory; he’s able to figure out what you want and how you want it without you having to say a word.

eijirou often sits back lazily in chairs or on the couch, with his legs comfortably spread. in that position, his thighs always look extra thick and strong. when he catches you staring, he pulls you into his lap with a laugh.

when it comes to fucking eijirou, it’s clear that his pleasure is really yours—he gets off on pleasing you and makes it his top priority always. he’s cum untouched a few times with you sitting on his face or riding it.

denki is always smiling. it’s easy to tell how he’s feeling because he’s so open about it, and he’s also genuinely happy often. even when he’s nervous he tries to hide his little smile !

as often as possible and if the position allows, denki’s right up against your ear and softly making noise while babbling dirty or sweet nothings. he’s not at all shy to make noise and encourages you to do the same.

keigo is naturally protective. in crowded areas, he takes your hand in his and pulls you close while you walk together. if you’re walking around the city at night together after getting tipsy and someone threatening approaches, he steps between you and them while shielding you with his wings.

keigo builds tension perfectly through lengthy kisses and eager touches all over your body. it’s a little torturous for him to fight back the urge to cum when he hears you softly begging him to touch you. he’s shaking when he finally slides in, and his wings fan out uncontrollably; they’re always talking for him when he’s too busy making noise to communicate.

[ccarlislecc]

♡ the newlyweds ♡ ♡ you thought maybe your husband's insatiable appetite would cool down after the first few days of being married, but if anything, it’s getting worse ♡ kamo choso, nanami kento, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, fushiguro toji author's note: men who are so painfully downbad for their wife = girl dinner, enjoy!! mdni please!!

choso's gone this long without having sex, be prepared to make up for lost time. he isn’t super familiar with human procedures & traditions, so it wasn’t necessarily his intent to wait until marriage. he didn’t even really know what sex was until he started dating you, & you didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t comfortable with. regardless, your first time is on your wedding night. . .& your second time, & third time, & fourth. . .& so on. 

you remember faintly the first time you kissed choso, him saying that he would be happily content to kiss you & kiss you for the rest of his life. & he would’ve been, but he was too far gone know, eyes rolling back, body unable to process the immense pleasure of your cunt wrapped around him. 

his hands gripped your hips with a desperate intensity as he moved within you, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through your joined bodies. choso's normally composed demeanor had completely unraveled, replaced by raw need & desire.

you ran your fingers through his long dark hair, marveling at how undone he had become. his lips found yours in a searing kiss, muffling the moans that escaped unbidden from both of your throats.

"never," he gasped against your mouth, his voice husky with passion. "never knew. . .never knew it could be like this. didn’t know it was this good."

nanami was not typically a risk taker in any form, especially when it came to his wife, but he couldn’t bear to be away from you that long. his work had not allowed him to take off as much time as he would’ve liked. his first few days back were pure torture. he focused on nothing else but the mental image of your tits bouncing as you rode him, or the way your cunt sucked in his fingers each night before he stuffed you full of his cock, or the sound of your melodious voice begging him, telling how good it was. 

so here he was, bending you over his mahogany desk (the blinds shut of course, he wasn’t that risky) wondering how he ever lived without you, without fucking you. sex had been on his mind so infrequently before you. he stroked himself off maybe once a month, or sometimes when he was drunk. but now, he had a hard time going any significant period of time without being balls deep in your sweet cunt. seeing that wedding ring on your finger, gripping onto the wood of his desk, does not help matters in the slightest. 

nanami's fingers dug into your hips as he thrust into you from behind, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your bodies. the office was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin & your muffled moans. you bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, though it was a struggle with the way he was pounding into you.

"god, i've missed this," nanami groaned, his voice husky with desire. "missed my wife. your tight little cunt feels so good."

you whimpered in response, pushing back against him, desperate for more. his hand snaked around to rub your clit in tight circles, making your legs tremble.

"that's it, baby," he murmured. "come for me. let me feel you squeeze my cock."

you’re entirely unsurprised by gojo's behavior. you actually don’t think there will come a time when satoru is not desperate for you at all hours of the day. he could be mid-mission, literally killing a curse, & he’ll send some stupid horny text. "pls :( need nudes, will die without." you suppress the biggest eye roll.

your eyes are surely rolling, though, when he gets home & shows you what he’s been thinking about all day at work, what had him so worked up. . .thoughts about his pretty wife & her pretty pussy.

you can't help but smirk as satoru presses you against the wall, his lips hungry on your neck. his hands roam your body with urgent need, like he hasn't touched you in weeks rather than hours; it was only that morning that he’d stuffed his tongue in your cunt before dashing off to a meeting. "missed you," he murmurs between kisses. "couldn't focus all day."

“I couldn’t tell," you tease, recalling his stream of increasingly needy texts. "begging me for nudes didn’t tip me off at all."

he chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "can you blame me? look at you."

his hands slide down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. you can feel how hard he is already, his desire evident through his pants. "someone's excited," you whisper, nipping at his earlobe.

satoru groans, grinding against you. "you have no idea. been thinking about this all day. about you."

he groans, pressing his hips against yours. "those pictures kept me going. but the real thing is so much fucking better."

his fingers find the hem of your shirt, sliding underneath to caress bare skin. you gasp as he cups your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

"satoru," you breathe, melting into his touch despite your earlier exasperation. he’s gotta make it up to his poor wife for leaving her home all day long. 

a week-long getaway to a penthouse with your new husband, suguru, had sounded like a dream, & of course it was, but you feared you weren’t making it out of this vacation without a positive pregnancy test. 

his hands gripped your hips with an intensity that would surely leave bruises, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. every thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, leaving you gasping and clinging to him desperately. his usual composure was completely shattered, replaced by raw need and desire.

your nails digging into his back as he drove into you relentlessly. his dark eyes were wild with lust, fixed on your flushed face.

"that's it, love," he growled, his voice husky & strained. "take all of me. let me fill you up."

your body trembled, teetering on the edge of bliss. you could feel the heat of his skin, smell his intoxicating scent, hear the low groans rumbling in his chest. it was overwhelming, consuming you entirely. the intensity of his words sent a shiver down your spine. part of you wanted to resist, to remind him of your carefully laid plans—but your body betrayed you, arching into his touch & silently begging for more. his hand slid down to caress your lower abdomen, his touch gentle despite the ferocity of his thrusts. "you'll look so beautiful," he murmured. "glowing, swollen with our baby."

you were pretty sure you’d never experienced exhaustion like this before, & yet you wouldn’t have it any other way. sukuna was practically tethered to you, night & day; you knew he exceeded the stamina of typical men, but this was setting the bar a little too high. he was breaking your poor cunt. 

"‘kuna, I c-can’t, can’t take anymore, s’too much," you’d babble each morning & each night, tears staining your pillow along with your drool, nails tearing into the sheets. you were pretty sure some of the remnants of your mascara from your wedding day still remained somewhere on your eyes, you hadn’t the time for skincare. 

"of course you can, wife. you always take me so well, like you were made for me," he purrs, chest falling over your back, pressing you into the sheets, biting the lobe of your ear, ruining you. & he was such an asshole, calling you wife, as if he cared at all for your silly little human rituals, it was just another way for him to tease you. 

"please," you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for anymore. your mind was foggy, overwhelmed by sensation.

sukuna chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through your body. "such sweet sounds you make for me, wife. I’ll never tire of them." his hand snaked around to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head swim. you felt him swell inside you, somehow growing even larger. "one more," he growled. "give me one more, & I’ll let you rest."

his chuckle rumbled through you, low & dark, watching your hips draw back & forth to meet his. "see? your body knows what it needs," sukuna murmured, his breath hot against your neck.

it must have been the dress, you think a couple hours later, drifting in & out of sleep while you can. soon you'll both be ready for the nth round. or maybe the lingerie. . .you don't really know what's causing him to be this insatiable. sukuna had always loved your body, your face covered in his cum, your cunt widening around his cocks, but this. . .this was a whole new level of pussydrunk.

toji is determined to christen every goddamn inch of your apartment. it’s practically a game to him. 

"no, toji, not on the table, we eat here," you whine, but your attempts at swatting him away as he pushes you over the counter so delicately, humping your ass, groaning into his fist. he hoped there came a point when his wife’s ass didn’t make him whiney & sex-brained like a teenager, but he doubted it. 

"please, baby," he groans, mouthing at your clothed pussy. "let me taste you. I need it."

you can't help but melt at his desperation, your resolve crumbling. with shaky hands, you push your panties to the side. toji lets out a guttural moan at the sight of your glistening folds, diving in eagerly.

his tongue laps at you hungrily, like a man starved. you cry out, gripping the edge of the table for support as your knees threaten to give way. toji's large hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he devours you.

"fuck, you taste so good," he mumbles against your sensitive flesh. "never get enough of you."

♡ fin ♡

thank you for reading! comments, likes, & reblogs are so, so appreciated, but I love you non-interacting people, too ♡ here's my masterlist! mwah 🩷 xoxo, carlisle

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 bad habit ¡

pairing nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary Nicholas grows a habit of biting you, using every given chance to do it. It starts off platonically, the action playful and teasing, until things eventually took a not so platonic turn, leading to a heated moment between the two of you.

contains nsfw content ! making out, biting, hickeys, and uhh interruptions.

a/n heavily inspired by bad habit!!! likes and reblogs are v much appreciated 🫶

word count 2.2k

It started off on set, when you accidentally made a mistake while filming. You chuckled, apologizing to the director, unaware of the man hovering behind you.

Nicholas’ teeth grazed over your shoulder, the sensation like feathers on your skin. The gesture was so subtle, yet so there, sending shivers down your spine. His breath fanned over your exposed flesh, almost as if he was searching for a reaction out of you.

You brushed it off, thinking Nicholas was being playful; did it for the sake of laughs and giggles, but oh boy, were you wrong. After the incident, it only got worse, with him biting you every chance he gets.

Whether it was your arm, legs, neck, shoulders, stomach, everything he laid his touch on, it was getting marked.

He wasn't afraid to do it, growing amused to the flustered reaction he always got in return. You were guilty for taking an odd liking into it, turning into a mess under his touch whenever he’d bite you.

You didn't dare put an end to it, enjoying it as much as he did. It sparked butterflies in your stomach, mind going blank with every slight touch from him.

Sometimes he would linger, merely to see if it gets a reaction out of you, while other times, it was a passing through, type of thing. Everyone on set knew that by now, smiling and nodding whenever Nicholas did it.

It didn't hurt, in fact, it felt good. The reactions you gave were a mere cover up of your attraction towards it. You felt weak for the ones where he’d kiss the spot afterwards, rubbing a comforting thumb to your skin.

You never knew when to expect it. At times, it would be while you guys were filming, he’d do it because he was embarrassed for messing up his line. While sometimes, it would be in private, when it’s only the two of you.

However, it was strictly platonic. Nicholas made himself clear; sure, he’d flirt with you every now and then, but that was only to mess with you, knowing how easily flustered you were.

That swiftly took a turn, though.

You were currently in Nicholas’ van, practicing your lines for the next scene. The boy made himself comfortable on the couch, admiring as you walked back and forth.

Nick’s giggles erupted through your ears, causing you to perk up. You glimpsed over in his direction, puzzlement washing over your face.

“What?” You questioned, inching closer to the brunet.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, glancing up at you now that you were towering over him.

“Oh.” Your lips formed into a pout, grumbling before returning your attention back to the script. “Okay.”

You moved away, yelping when you got yanked back to your position, impossibly closer now. Your gaze shifted to Nicholas’ arms, observing as he sneaked them around your waist, embracing you in a hug.

“What’s gotten into you?” You snickered, feeling his breath fan over the sliver of skin around your stomach.

“You’re so warm.” He whispered, one of his hands trailing down to your hip.

You tensed, sensing a change in his tone. It was extremely rare for Nicholas to get this clingy, unless he was tired. From what you’ve seen thus far, that was totally not the case.

Nicholas nuzzled into your stomach, a satisfied hum escaping his throat. You snorted, reading over your lines while you let him do his thing.

His fingers toyed with the hem of your top, causing you to freeze in your spot. That was… new. You don't recall him ever doing that, not even when you’re both messing around.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear.

He stuck to humming, letting his fingers trail further underneath your shirt. You almost gasped at the sensation, lips parting to exhale instead. The script in your hand was long forgotten now, as you tossed it on the couch next to Nicholas.

“Nick.” You whispered, hesitating before your hands found their way around his shoulder.

“You know…” he trailed off, voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head back, merely to catch sight of you. “You’re really pretty.”

“Thank you.” You replied, teasing visible in your voice. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, his nails digging into your side.

You audibly gasped at the action, the idea of your hips bruising due to Nicholas’ touch driving you over the edge. One of your hands trailed to the back of his neck, the tip of your fingers toying with his hair.

He inched his face closer to your stomach, all that while maintaining eye contact with you. He mouthed at your skin, touch lingering as he waited for a reaction out of you.

Your lips parted with pleasure, jolting when you felt his teeth grazing over your stomach, biting you before you knew it.

There it was, the tingling sensation it striked through your body. You shuddered under his touch, feeling your knees grow weak. A moan escaped your throat when he repeated the action, accidentally tugging his hair in the process.

Nick groaned in response, eyes forcing shut at the sensation. Pleasure fell upon his face, squeezing anything he could lay his hands on.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, littering kisses to your stomach. “Has anyone ever told you how breathtaking you are?”

You moaned at the statement, arching your back into the touch. Nick’s hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a squeeze through the fabric of your shorts.

You forced your eyes shut at the action, unable to control the moan escaping your throat. You were a flustered mess under his touch, wincing whenever he nibbled too hard on your skin.

The thought of getting marked by Nicholas drove you mental, it has your mind hazing up, leaving you wanting more.

“I–” you stammed, hushed words filling the air. “What about filmin’?”

“We have time.” He muttered, pulling you down by your sides.

Your body collided with Nick’s as you fell into his lap. He adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable in the process. Nicholas groaned in your ear, throwing his head back when you accidently brushed over his crotch.

Your face heated, feeling his hardon through the thin fabric of clothes. You awkwardly hovered over his lap, unaware of your next move.

Fuck, Nicholas was hard, and it was because of you. Your mind went fuzzy all over, head filling with a million questions, yet none at the same time.

Nicholas pushed you down, not hesitating to collide your lips in a kiss. He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, the action seeping tension through the air.

He leisurely pulled back, pulling at your lip with his teeth, nibbling on it before he moved away. Your mouth remained parted, letting your forehead rest against his.

“You know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” He whispered, stealing a kiss from the corner of your lips. “Fuck, you're so…”

You couldn't control your hips as you grinded down, a hiss erupting through your ears in the process. You felt Nicholas twitch through his pants, the gesture a great impact on him.

He looked out of it. His eyes hazed up, barely able to hold contact with yours as he fluttered them shut.

“You’re so fucking pretty, doll.” He praised, voice muffled as he peppered kisses along your jaw. “I'm obsessed with you, everythin’ about you drives me mental.”

“Nick.” You said through a breath, voice slightly shaky.

An audible gasp escaped your throat as he slipped a hand underneath your shirt, fingers instantly finding your chest. He gave your boob a squeeze, while he traced open mouthed kisses to the other one through the fabric of your shirt.

You leaned your head back, grinding down as a whine muffled its way out of your mouth. Nick was incredible with his mouth, he knew exactly how to please a woman, and how to make her feral in all the right places.

You felt heat release from your body, the room growing hot with every move you committed to. This was all you’ve ever wanted. You wanted to get a taste of Nicholas so bad, so fucking bad it was starting to get a bit concerning.

And with the whole biting thing? Yeah, that was your last straw.

You yelped when his teeth grazed over your nipple, the action causing goosebumps to breakout across your chest. You attempted to pull away from the touch, quickly interrupted by the hand on your back as it brought you closer, if that was even possible.

The distance between you guys was extinct now, the only thing blocking you being the thin layers of clothes.

“I need you…” Nick groaned, nipping at your skin.

He buried his face in your neck, his heavy breaths the only thing seeping through the silent void. His tone was so suggestive, needy, keen and in need of you. How’s one able to resist when someone as desperate as Nicholas exists?

“I’m all yours.” You licked your lips, cupping Nicholas’ face.

You withdrew his face from your neck, breath hitching when you caught sight of how much of a mess he was. In fact, he might’ve been more affected than you were.

You connected your lips in another kiss, tilting your head to get a better angle of his mouth. A satisfied hum erupted through your ears, causing you to smile through the kiss.

Nicholas toyed with the strap of your top, pushing it down your arm, followed with the other one eventually after. The action peaked interest through your chest, causing you to pull back with amusement.

“Here?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, “I’ll be quick.”

He nipped and sucked at your neck, finger tugging down your top, exposing your chest to the air. You shivered, hissing when Nicholas grazed his teeth over the flesh, trailing his mouth all the way down to your breasts.

His mouth salivated at the sight, pausing to admire how perfect your boobs were. His gaze shifted back to you, as you stared at him with a shy smile across your lips.

“I didn't think you could get any perfect.” He pecked your mouth, a smirk forming on his lips.

“You’ve seen nothing.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You applied pressure around the back of his head, pushing him down on your chest. Nicholas accepted with content, gliding his tongue over your now hard nipple.

You nipped at his hair, arching into the touch. It felt amazing, hot spit coating your cold skin. It was absolutely heavenly, no words could describe it.

He kneaded your other boob with his hand, the sensation spiraling you over the edge.

He traced open mouth kisses to your collarbones, sucking on the bony flesh around your shoulder.

“Nick…” you muttered through a gasp, “That will leave a mark.”

“Good.” He exhaled through his mouth, tone cocky. “Let everyone know you’re mine.”

“My god.” You mumbled, voice barely audible.

You pushed him back on the couch, already missing the warmth of his tongue on your body. He chased after your touch, earning a chuckle out of you as your hand covered his mouth.

“Stay.” You ordered, voice seductive.

You teasingly toyed with the hem of your shirt, leisurely tucking it up to reveal the whole of your stomach. The fabric pooled just beneath your chest, creating a thick material.

However, that was long forgotten as you tugged it over your head, getting it off your body. And Nicholas couldn't help but groan as he moved forward, laying his touch wherever his hands landed.

Your fingers found their way around his shirt, delicately unbuttoning it until it revealed his whole chest. Your mouth watered at the sight, removing the shirt with a bit of help from the boy.

Your digits traced over the lines of his abs, gulping when you noticed how muscular he was beneath all the clothes he wore. His eyes followed your hand as it came to a halt around his pants, fingers teasingly fidgeting with the button.

“Get it off of me already.” He hissed, thrusting up into you.

The collision made you gasp, his hardon brushing against your ass. Your fingers dug into his skin, grinding down on him to chase after your pleasure.

“Fucking hell.” He cursed under his breath, mouth gaping with desire.

You clumsily unbuttoned his pants, freezing in your spot when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes widened in shock, attention shifting back to Nicholas, who was just as shocked as you were.

The crew member called out your name, causing you to perk up. “You’re up in five minutes, make sure you’re ready.”

Right, you guys were on set.

You were swift to get up, throwing your shirt over your head. You stole a glimpse at Nicholas, who hopelessly stared at you, disappointment visible on his face.

You smiled, endeared by how sulky he was, as he looked adorable while doing it. You moved over, ruffling your hair into place before you connected your lips with his.

Although he was upset, he happily returned the gesture, chasing after your lips when you moved away.

“Sorry about that.” Your gaze shifted down to his lap, noticing the hardon in his pants. “I’ll help you out later.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, no longer sulky. “I’ll look forward to that.”

“Mhm, you definitely should.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Sometimes you often forgot just how big Jason was in terms of physicality.

He was like a towering monster whose shadow could encase you but it was warm, protective and secure, leaving you feeling like the most safest person in Gotham.

You often forgot how big his hands were until his callouses were pressed against the back of your hand, hiding yours completely from sight as he closed his hand fully enveloped yours whole, keeping them warm from the cold that he knew you had a love/hate relationship with.

You forgot how effortlessly you could burrow yourself into his broad back, big enough to hide yourself behind whenever you felt fear, or just needed to be close to Jason in order to feel something in general as you nuzzled your face between his shoulder blades and hearing his strong heart beat that grounded you from just about anything.

You could hide away behind him and no one would be none the wiser until Jason stepped to the side, which he never did as he always assumed his position as your wall rather seriously, too stubborn to move for anyone who wasn’t you.

Jason has the physique that is told in Greek mythology, his hands were strong, his thighs were sturdy and powerful as his back and chest were nothing to scoff at either. He was beautiful with all his scars and callouses, for he was the most beautiful man to you who never failed to read chapters from his book to help you sleep, all the while he cradled your form against his larger one.

You often forget about Jason’s physical stature because it didn’t matter to you how big he was, or how strong he was because at the end of the day he was your Jason, he was the man you loved so dearly as you kissed his scars tenderly and caressed his callouses with softness as though you’ll hurt him somehow if you pressed too hard.

He was a giant teddy bear with you and you could only see the sweet, literature dork of a man who holds you close to his chest as though you were his personal teddy bear. His stature and physique didn’t frighten you, it reassured you and comforted you in more ways than one.

You forgot about his physique when his personality shone brighter for you to pay more attention to, his big strong arms that held you from behind, pulling you to his chest were merely a bonus as you snuggled into his neck and pressed kisses to under his jaw and making him hum in content. He was your sweet jay bird who always put you first no matter what, his unwavering loyalty left no room for insecurity or doubt within your relationship as you had found the perfect man in Jason Todd.

A man with flaws and errors of the past etched into his skin, but to you he couldn’t be more perfect as he smiled and laughed with you while keeping you close to him, as though afraid you’ll disappear but you’re more then willing to cling on to him in return…even if your hands don’t meet when returning his embrace in due to how big he was in general.

Yet still he was your precious Jason who was perfectly imperfect in your eyes, his towering and intimidating stature was merely a bonus to the awkward but endearing man that laid beneath.

[springtyme]

𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 ♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

Simon catching baby fever, but you’re only roommates...

141 masterlist (there'll be a part two of this)

Before you, the only time Simon really left his flat when he was home on leave was to go to the gym or to go get groceries. 

He was content with this routine, he found comfort in the familiarity of it, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of his own space. Or at least that is what he told himself. This way of life had been sufficient for him for a long time, but as time went on he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. 

That is when Simon found himself considering the idea of getting a flatmate. He thought about it for a while, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. On one hand, he enjoyed his independence and privacy. On the other hand, having someone else around the flat could be a good thing, and he does have an extra bedroom in the flat that’s just collecting dust. Maybe it would be a good idea… Maybe.

After much contemplation, Simon finally decided to take the plunge and start looking. He posted an ad online, and waited for responses to come in. To his surprise, he received a good handful, he had actually not anticipated that that many, if any, would be interested in sharing his space. It is a little overwhelming, and as he goes through the applications he starts to doubt whether he had made the right decision. 

What if he didn’t get along with any of them? What if they were messy or loud or just generally annoying? It was a dumb idea to begin with, he thought to himself, but then as he looked through the last application, something caught his eye.You. 

You seemed responsible, tidy, and overall like someone he could get along with. But there was something more about you that intrigued him. Maybe it was the way you wrote about your love for cooking and how you were looking for a quiet and peaceful place to call home. Or maybe it was the photo you attached to your application, a warm smile on your face that made Simon feel at ease. 

Maybe this could work out after all. 

And work out it did, maybe a little too well. It has now been a little over a year since you moved in, and despite Simon being gone on deployment more often than not the two of you have become very close. You cook meals together. You watch movies on lazy nights, where you will sometimes fall asleep on the couch, your lashes kissing your cheek as the soft glow of the tv illuminates your face, and Simon can’t help but feel a warmth in his heart as he tucks the fluffy blanket, that you had brought with you when you moved in, over your sleeping form.

After you moved in, his flat feels more like a home than it ever had before. It’s like you were always meant to be there, filling up the empty space in his life that he didn’t even realise was there. 

There is something so oddly domestic about all the small things you do together – sharing a cup of tea in the evenings as you talk about your day, or even playfully arguing over who gets to do the dishes that night, even though he secretly never actually minds doing them. 

Pushing the trolley down the aisles of the supermarket as the two of you do the big shop together on Sundays are one of his favourites, though. Because he knows what it looks like from the outside – just a couple doing their weekly grocery shopping. The only thing that would make the scene even more picturesque would be with a little baby in the trolley, a perfect blend of the two of you, giggling and reaching out to try and grab for the items on the shelves as you both laugh and try to keep them entertained.

These thoughts will sometimes sneak into Simon’s mind, and he will quickly shake them away, reminding himself that it is just his imagination running wild. He can’t think like that, it isn’t fair to you or to himself. But still, the idea lingers in the back of his mind, growing stronger with each passing day.

It has started to get harder and harder to ignore these thoughts, these feelings. He tries to push them away, to bury them deep down, but they keep resurfacing. He never really expected to feel this way about you, about anyone, really. But now that he has you in his life, so close yet so far from what he actually wants to be he can’t help but dream about a different life, to have a family, a future, a life outside of the military and his flat.

Suddenly, Simon starts to notice more and more babies around him. Whether it’s at the park when he is on his runs, in Tesco, or even on TV, they seem to be everywhere. And each time he sees a baby, his heart aches with longing. It doesn’t help that your neighbours just had a baby, and he has to watch you coo over the little boy every chance you get. It is like a knife twisting in his chest, knowing that he will never have that with you.

It has always been a secret desire of his, a wish he knew he would never be worthy of having fulfilled. And yet, it linger in the depths of his heart, elusive and shimmering like a mirage in the desert. The dream of someday having a family of his own, of doing things right, of breaking the cycle he had grown up in. After meeting you, his dreams became more vivid, more concrete. 

He has fallen in love with you, and that scares the living daylights out of him. He never thought he would be in this situation, especially after all the sick shit he has been through. But here you are, filling up the empty space in his heart, making him yearn for a life he never thought he could have.

But Simon is good at keeping his emotions in check, so he continues to play his part, to act like everything is okay, like he doesn’t feel this overwhelming love for you that threatens to consume him. 

But late at night, Simon lies awake in bed, when he is sure you’re sleeping and he is staring at the ceiling, his heart feels heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings. 

And when he tries to decompress, by fisting his aching cock in his hand, guilty thoughts of you will flood his mind, making him ache with longing. 

He knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be thinking of you in that way. But the images of you, of your smile, of your laughter, of your kindness, they linger in his mind, fueling his desires. The way you smile and laugh and light up his life in ways he never thought possible, it fuels a fire within him so all consuming, so intense, that he can’t help but give in to it, even if just in the confines of his own mind.

And as he strokes himself, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have you in his bed, to feel your touch, to hear your moans of pleasure. He imagines what it would be like to hold you close, to feel your warmth against his skin, to hear you whisper words of love and affection in his ear. To have you beg for him to fill your womb and mark himself as yours. He would love it – to pump you so full with his cum, for it to take root, to see your body change with his child, to create a life with you, to have a family of his own. 

He will have to bite down on his own hand to stifle his groans and to stop himself from moaning your name out loud. It’s a dangerous game he plays in the silence of the night, as he knows that these feelings, these desires, can never be acted upon. But still, he can’t help but indulge in these fantasies, in these dreams of a life that he may never have.

And as he lies in his bed after, spent and worn, a sense of guilt wash over him. He knows that it’s wrong to have these thoughts about you. But he can’t help it, he can’t control it, and as he lies in the darkness of his bedroom, he can’t help but feel the sting of longing in his chest, knowing that you lie in your own bed just down the hall, so close yet so far away.

[cloudwisp]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 · 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

contents: smut (18+ minors dni). you accidentally walk in on him naked once and he’s all that occupies your mind. childhood friends to lovers. temporary housemates. brief voyeurism. masturbation. fingering. overstimulation. unprotected sex. implied multiple orgasms. he’s actually sweet just a little domineering. pipsqueak + princess pet names. 3.6k wc.

You’re temporary roommates with Caleb while your housing situation gets sorted out. The Hunter’s Academy was experiencing an issue with its database and your move-in date had been postponed so your room could be properly arranged. In the meantime, Caleb was generous enough to lend a spare room in his apartment. Sharing the same space with him brought back nostalgic memories of your upbringing, and having his presence around gave you comfort that he’s still the same Caleb you know and love. Him preparing breakfast and dinner was always appreciated when you didn’t have to lift a finger, he’d even pack your lunch to keep you nourished and prevent you from skipping meals given your hectic schedule. Sometimes there’d be light roughhousing play between you and him, all in good nature like the fond memories of your shared childhood.

The more time you spend with Caleb, you slowly encounter situations with him that have never happened before in a domestic setting. You suppose that being adults now, with the distance and years apart pursuing different careers, there are bound to be changes and new habits. For instance, you notice how comfortable he is around you—or maybe you can even say careless. With the bathroom door cracked open, you think nothing of its vacancy and enter only to have steam obscure your vision and a very naked Caleb before your eyes. Normal people would have the door locked when entering the shower, and now you accidentally caught a glimpse of his flaccid dick moments before he wraps himself with a towel snug around his waist.

“Oh, Erm… Sorry, I didn’t realize you were here already.” You avert your gaze and your cheeks feel warm while Caleb remains nonchalant, staring at you before letting a boyish smirk spread on his face. You feel his hand on the crown of your head as he walks past you, sparing you from his usual teasing since it's the early morning even though he could imagine the adorable flustered mess you’d become.

“Heh, try to pay attention next time, pipsqueak. Shower’s all yours.” Caleb’s muscular back is the last thing you see with water droplets forming on the ends of his damp hair before you close the door shut. After moving the shower handle valve to your preferred temperature, your clothes cascade and bunch around your feet and you clear your mind of the embarrassing encounter as water rushes down your skin. Accidents like this happen at least once in a lifetime and there’s no need to get hung up on it. Or at least, that's what you tell yourself.

There’s a sense of normalcy when you wander into the kitchen once you’re dressed for the day. Caleb had already prepared a simple breakfast, and he gestured that your plate was on the dining table while he sat on the couch overlooking some course material. He’s a dangerous distraction when you situate yourself and take a small bite of a rabbit-sliced apple, glancing at his manspread in those gray sweatpants and you could almost perfectly make out the outline of his natural bulge the longer you stared.

You swallow hard and lewd thoughts infiltrate your mind when he shifts his thigh slightly outwards, almost beckoning you to have a seat in his lap. The snap of his laptop draws you out of your reverie and you flinch at the sound before you can properly react and there’s a delayed smile gracing his lips as he studies your face. You’ve been made and you curse yourself for being so easily swayed over a carnal craving and toward your childhood friend no less.

You pretend to busy yourself and focus on your plate at hand. “Haven’t you learned that it’s rude to stare? You’re just the same as always, pipsqueak.” Caleb chuckles softly, taking his seat across from you and starts to enjoy his breakfast. As though you weren’t feeling bad enough, he fuels your embarrassment. “By the way, your… uh, lace panties got mixed up with my laundry. The color’s light blue, was it? Guess there’s always something new to learn about you.”

You almost choke on your saliva when he’s brazen about your intimate undergarments, and you feel like he’s being insufferable on purpose when he could’ve silently returned your item and avoided this awkward conversation. “Oh? Well, that’s my mistake. I’ll be more careful next time so it doesn’t happen again.” You suppose that he always enjoyed poking fun even at your expense, but the sly innuendos were definitely new. And you hope the pending email about your dorm situation arrives sooner so you can forget about this particular morning altogether.

After finishing up breakfast and collecting your belongings for the academy, you and Caleb respectively go about your day attending lectures and training courses. However, your focus lies somewhere else as a certain aerospace engineering student crosses your mind countless times for it to be considered normal. You never thought about him that way before, and you’re certain it’s because of the dry spell you're experiencing. But when your mind drifts back to him, your thighs clench together at any suggestive scenarios before burying the very idea into a grave with the same swiftness.

Even with the constant internal battle with yourself, walking through Caleb’s apartment door once the skyward hearth welcomes the night made you feel somewhat apprehensive. However, your concern quickly dissipated when he acted as though everything before this morning was an ephemeral dream long forgotten. Dinner was surprisingly pleasant as you both conversed about the events of the day outside of your shared home. Of course, there was a moment of weakness where you’d catch yourself staring at his lips a heartbeat too long, and something akin to yearning springs within your chest.

Whether you realize it or not, Caleb has always been a chronic observer whenever it comes to you. Even your subtle hints weren’t as discreet as you believed them to be, and it only contributes to the pent-up frustration when you both retire back to your bedrooms. Not being able to have you and explore these anchored feelings makes him feel hopeless in his deep sense of longing. Maybe you still perceive him as the same kindhearted boy from your childhood and not the capable man he’s become today. The kind of man that can be everything that you need him to be.

As the night deepens, restless sleep prevents Caleb from catching some shut-eye and he’s quiet in his footsteps down the corridor for a glass of water in the kitchen. When he moves past your enclosure, something causes his ears to perk as though a siren’s calling unto him. His eyes widen a fraction and he feels blood rushing with a twitch of his cock. The pretty noises coming from your mouth as he leans closer against the wall make him question his senses. Were you touching yourself at this late hour? Naughty girl. And yet his pants grow increasingly tighter by the second, his mind racing to connect your moans with your movements.

“Mmh—hah. C-caleb…!” You gasp softly as your fingers continue their motions on your sensitive bud, a low groan escapes his throat from how perfect you sound with his name on your tongue. His jaw tightens as he holds himself back, but his self-restraint wanes when he’s the reason for your breathless sighs and cute whimpers. Without warning, your building orgasm gets rudely interrupted and fades when he peers into your room after twisting the doorknob. Perhaps you should’ve taken your advice from earlier this morning and made sure to lock it before commencing such activities.

“Caleb—!” You shriek out and half-heartedly cover yourself with the comforter pulling yourself into an upright position, and the nickname he has reserved for you is quite befitting even for a moment like this. He can discern your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes from the gentle gleam filtering in through the window, and he stares at you for a few more seconds before fully treading inside and closing the door behind him.

“Don’t stop on my account, princess.” You can feel the heat of his gaze trailing down your disheveled yet maddeningly beautiful form. The pearl opalescence streams kiss your vulnerable parts, making you appear even more heavenly. Caleb moves and dips his weight on the edge of the bed, sharing some of his warmth as his knuckles trace your bare leg before locking eyes with you. “What were you thinking about that got you so worked up?”

You’re rendered speechless as you shy away from his touch. He withdraws his hand planting it beside him on the soft cushion. “Shouldn’t you knock first before entering?” Your voice sounds small but it’s everything you can muster given the situation and you avoid his gaze as you pose your next concern. “…Did you hear something just now?”

“You were making so much noise that I wanted to check in on you.” He chuckles softly, “Couldn’t get me out of your head, huh?” You feel your stomach drop after hearing his words and shame prickles at your skin. Of course, nothing gets past Caleb even when you both were young children and you pull your knees to your chest hiding your mortification and face along with it. “All it took was just that little moment to get you thinking about me so much.”

He wasn’t wrong in his statement, and you hate that you’re not alone in your thoughts when he recalls the encounter of him wrapped in a towel this morning. It had completely seared into your memory, leading you to act on your impulses to solve your sexual frustrations. You’d envision the feel and appearance of his cock hardening as you handle him, how he would tease you gliding his tip along your clit and entrance, the hot and heavy breathing when his mouth’s beside your ear. “Ugh, just please stop talking. Can’t you see I’m already embarrassed enough as it is?”

“Not a chance.” The gentle pats on your head encourage you to come out of hiding, which happens to lessen your discomfort. He always had a way of soothing you, and you allow him to caress your cheek before he continues to speak. “I’ve been holding myself back for a while now since I was never sure if you felt the same way. But now that I know you do… let me take care of you. Will you let me do that?“

Through your parted lips, words get stuck in your throat at his long-awaited confession. All you could think about was how the nature of your relationship would completely shift. But you suppose there had always been telltale signs with Caleb yet you glossed over every indication because he’s your childhood friend and you convinced yourself otherwise. “I didn’t know you’ve been holding onto these feelings.”

“Don’t look so surprised, it’s been years in the making.” He offers you a sincere smile, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes close at the comforting gesture, Caleb loving you a little more than you realized starts to resonate in your mind and that opens your heart to him. You feel a slight coolness and a realm of muted purple radiance and cerise hue fills your vision. “Can I…?” He whispers quietly and the notion elicits a small nod from you.

Caleb’s gentle and deliberate in his actions as he moves to alight your lips for a soft embrace. He places his hand around the side of your neck, thumb tracing along your face's sharp contour and guiding you to lay on your back. Sweet and tender in the way his tongue teases your bottom lip for more, deepening the kiss that breaks emotional barriers and makes him feel closer to you. Your sighs turn into muffled surprise when he clasps your hand and together he makes a slow descent to where your cunt weeps for him.

A glistening string of saliva connects you and him when he separates for you both to breathe. “Show me how you like it, princess.” It’s a silent command for you to touch yourself, and he loves the cute expression you’re making at his words. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek and sheepishly turn your head away from him, though it’s futile when he returns your focus back on him. “Don’t get all shy on me now. I want to know what makes you feel good, please?” The last syllable comes off as a sweet murmur.

“Don’t look too closely… okay?” He can detect the reserved tone in your voice and kisses your nose before straightening himself and pushing the blanket aside until you’re completely laid bare to him. He appreciates your soft curves and smooth skin, a low hum reverberates from his chest when you spread your legs wider and a primal desire for you rises between his groin. He observes your nimble fingers pleasure your clit in small circles to get yourself off, though your arm covers your face from the vulnerable intimacy in your wave of bashfulness.

“You don’t have to hide yourself around me. You look beautiful.” He captures your hand and brings it to his mouth, brushing his lips against your knuckles and your breath quickens when that same hand lowers to still your movements. His fingers press against yours to rub the sweet spot before you retract yours and he fully assumes control. The pressure makes your hips squirm from the delicious friction and a wanton moan slips when he delves his tongue to explore your mouth again.

Caleb marvels at the feeling of your wetness when two fingers stroke your entrance, he collects some of your slick and continues to rub your bundle of nerves in languid motions. Your arms coil around his neck, tugging him closer and tilting your heads as you lose yourself from tasting him until the burning embers dim and you’re both rendered breathless. He uses this chance to litter kisses along your jawline and warmth spreads down to your neck, a gentle nip at your pulse point before moving further below to your chest and he welcomes your hardened bud into his mouth after a salacious swirl of his tongue.

“Mmh, need to feel your fingers inside me… need more. Please, Caleb?” When you beg so sweetly like that he wouldn’t dream of denying your request, even when his mind spirals with thoughts about your cute mewls and whines in his pursuit to test your limits. Maybe he’s getting ahead of himself because he wants tonight to be nothing short of special for the both of you. He’s waited too long and he’s earnest in his intentions for this moment to be perfect in every sense of the word.

“Of course, princess. Your wish is my command.” You can hear the smirk bleed into his voice when he answers you even in your state, and your breath hitches drastically when he stretches you with two fingers. He considers your bodily reactions while he searches for a rhythm that elicits the pretties sounds from you. “So perfectly tight… You need this, don’t you? Need me. Just like I need you.” He keeps two knuckles deep, massaging something soft and almost spongy that causes your back to arch beautifully.

“Mm, yeah right there—so good.” He feels you tense and convulse underneath him when he palms your clit in tandem with his fingers still driving inside you. With your climax fast approaching, you gasp suddenly and attempt to push his hand away when the sensation starts to overwhelm you. “Caleb, I’m gonna—it’s too much!” He doesn’t relent even when your grip around his wrist tightens and you cry for him to ease down from his movements. Your thighs squirm and squeeze his forearm as your walls clench around his fingers and only then does he subside after he’s satisfied with the mess you’ve made between your trembling legs.

“That’s my good girl.” You’re turned on your side as you regain some semblance of composure while the euphoric high ebbs and you feel him lay the softest kiss on your forehead. Your gaze never leaves him when he undresses himself, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his gorgeous physique and his muscles flex under the moonlight as his thumb curls beneath the waistband of his sweats and he discards it. Your mouth salivates when his aroused cock commands your attention, and it’s almost as you imagined except you underestimated its sheer length and girth. But it makes sense when he’s standing before your eyes with the rest of him.

“Think you’re ready for me?” He smears the pre-cum over his tip and gives himself a few pumps before he moves above you after readjusting your position. He sweetly pecks your lips and you feel him caress your waist then hoist your thigh and push the underside toward your chest to spread you apart. Your other leg follows suit to make room for him and he aligns himself along your heat after moving back, the length of his member runs through your folds drawing a pleased hum from you.

“Now that I have a closer look, it’s actually kind of cute. Just like you.” Your fingers bump with his, reaching to feel his pulsing shaft and you stroke him delicately while propped on your elbow. The scent of lust shrouds him when he watches you for a moment, the way your fist applies just the right amount of pressure makes him groan from how much smaller your hand is in comparison.

“Heh, cute? That’s an interesting way to put it.” You feel his balls swell against you when he measures how deep he would sink into your pretty cunt by unabashedly resting his heavy cock on your navel. Your clit throbs when he extends just under your belly button and you anticipate the feeling of him fucking you and rearranging your guts. “I wonder if you’ll say the same afterward.”

You tuck your lower lip between your teeth and glance up at him, subconsciously gripping the sheets from the thought of taking him and how tight a fit it will feel in your mental preparation. “Promise me that you’ll go easy?”

He presses forward and seals the promise with a kiss. “Gentle, I can do that. But what do I get in return?” An elongated moan escapes you when he breaches your entrance, the burning sensation causing you to burrow your head into the pillow with furrowed brows and a slacked jaw. His hand intertwines with yours for a small squeeze to help ground you as the head of his cock teases you with shallow thrusts. “You’ll let me make it worth your while? Let me do what I want with you.”

Your adorable whines receive a chuckle from him and he slides deeper. “That’s not really an answer, princess. Use your words for me.” He loves how honest and expressive your writhing body is when swept up from the pleasure and he’s barely getting started with you. You feel him pinning your hips to the bed to keep you still as he pushes further into you with a guttural moan. It’s taking every ounce of his willpower to not lose himself in fucking you senseless with how soft and pliant you are underneath him.

“Yes—! Need more… Want to feel you deep inside me. Please fuck me, Caleb!” You feel so perfect when he buries his face into your neck with a strained groan in the last stretch and meets your cervix for a desperate kiss. The fullness makes your head spin uncontrollably and you tug his hair when you feel him dragging every subtle raised vein and thick head against your walls. His pace is sensual and unhurried until he feels the tension leave your body to ensure you’re enjoying this with him. Heat coils inside your stomach and you inhale sharply when his fingers coax your clit for you to cream around him. “W-wait, when you touch me like that…”

“Didn’t you say I’m in charge now?” A devious smirk rests on his lips when your canines sink into his shoulder, leaving an imprint of your mark that will serve as evidence tomorrow as he continues to pummel into you. You think it’s unfair that he has something on you that you don't and for him to use this harmonizing leverage against you so soon, even though it feels incredibly blissful and pushes you over the edge on a note higher. Your sweet moans of his name coming out in small chants only encourage him to bring you closer to another beautiful release. Your legs wrap tightly around him to subdue your quivering form as your velvet tissues spasm and contract around him and he purposely draws out your second orgasm of the night. “Just let go for me, princess. And don't hold yourself back.”

[as-sweet-as-a]

wait until breakfast - s.r.

Summary; slow, romantic mornings with spencer. not much to it, just sickeningly sweet spencer fluff. contents; reader and spencer are so in love, suggestive!!, fade to black, no use of y/n, just spencer being a cutie, gn reader

a/n; in LOVE with domestic spencer.

Spencer sometimes woke you up like this. His arms were still wrapped securely around your waist from the night before. He peppered kisses across your shoulders and nudged his nose against you.

You hummed, a smile already gracing your lips. “Morning…” you rasped, chuckling as he nuzzled your neck.

“Morning.” He practically whisper back. He leaned up on one arm to press kisses across your jaw and cheek. Soon enough, you were back under Spencer like you were the previous night. But this time, you weren’t grabbing at each other roughly or hastily. It wasn’t about Spencer being in danger on a case and proving how much you need each other.

The kisses you shared were slow and deep. One arm next to your head supported Spencer while his freehand held the side of your face, getting buried in your hair. Your hands ran over his chest, and the comforter pooled at his knees, long forgotten. You found yourselves unable to control your smiles each time you parted from a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. His hand trailed down your side, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. You almost shivered. 2 years with this man and hearing those words still made you buzz.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, glancing between his eyes and his lips. Those simple words could never truly capture the soul crushing devotion you felt for this man. So, to make up for it, you tried to show it in the way you kissed him.

When Spencer finally pulled back for air, he was blushing, deeply. You made sure to commit this sight to memory. Spencer above you with red cheeks, a dopey smile, ruffled bed hair, looking at you as if you’d formed the entire solar system by yourself. “Wow.. you’re just..” He pecked your lips. “Wow.” He laughed softly at his own awkwardness before his expression fell more serious. “I’m- I’m sorry, by the way.”

You shook your head and took his face in your hands, thumbs soothing his cheeks as you briefly kissed him again. “No, no… Don’t.” Another kiss. “That can wait until breakfast.”

“Right.. right, yeah. Breakfast.” Spencer affirmed. He dragged his lips across your collarbone, using his hand to brush some hair out of the way. He peppered you with more soft, open mouth kisses as he lined himself up. “Is this okay?”

You gave a small nod at first before following up with. “Yeah, more than..” You grinned softly, petting back some of his unruly hair. He leaned back up and caught your lips with his again before resting your foreheads together as you reconnected.

[angelfishe]

𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ( 𝐇𝐒𝐑 )

>> hsr men x reader

Character : Dr ratio, Gallagher, Sunday, aventurine, argenti, blade, Dan heng, Mr reca, Jing yuan, gepard, luocha, welt and boothill.

May contain NSFW content

⚠️ Minors do not interact please ⚠️

Edit 1 : due to some grammar error I make, I change some of the words for my mistake

Dr ratio switch in my heart, there's always two outcomes when it comes into smashing, one of you guys are gonna lose and drain while the other one basks in light and happiness, and after smashing he will return back into his studies or he will teach you about his new theories while you just lay their exhausted. Or the other outcome where you win, his face would be covered in red and you would occasionally tease him while he muffled a shut up with his exhausted voice.

Gallagher immediately made your favorite drink for you after the deed was done, and sometimes when the bar is empty and no one would be seen. You and him would sneak into the back to have your break time together. He would compliment how amazing you were and how he wants to do it again but both of you have shifts in the bar so you guys have to continue it later on.

Sunday would be a blushing mess, even before him joining the astral express he would have some knowledge about intercourse but have never experienced it, but when you came along you have open his eyes into a new world of pleasure, during a session you would occasionally kiss the piercing on his wings and that would cause him to blush and cover his with his wings. And right now he's very much wishes to learn more about this new world.

Aventurine, very much love to tease you. He would put unnecessary bets so you and him would do it, every time he wins a game he would say you are his grand price after a big game. He would be smirking the entire time after finishing. Originally I like the idea of him actually being nervous of initiating intimacy due to his past but you made him feel secure and complete he completely learned how to open up. And when you kiss his mark he would immediately ingulp you in a big hug seeking your comfort.

Argenti, would praise you non stop about how beautiful you were and everything about you. He would start to worship you similar to how he worships idrila one time during a climax, he thought he saw the light and fully convinced you were the reincarnation of idrila. The bed would be covered with rose petals and both of you are lying there, he with a satisfied smile while you with a tired look .

Blade, he pretty much doesn't know how to initiate aftercare with you but he tried his best. He would wipe you with a warm cloth around your body making sure you're comfortable in any position although cannot say the same thing about your body after being twisted and moved into different positions during the entire duration of the time. He would also bring your favorite food. Pretty much sure he can go for more than another round but doesn't want to exhaust you. Even worse when his mara struck is awake you won't be walking anytime soon.

Dan heng, would brew tea for both of you making sure you are comfortable. Making sure your comfortable and warm by using the pillows of the astral express and when he's in heat you and him would stay in his room for a week with food being delivered into your rooms the best part of the archives that it sound proof making sure no one knows your business and during intimacy he would let his vividyahara self out because his comfortable with you in his true form.

Mr reca would praise you about your performance and immediately start clapping after the deed was done. Would make love scenes inspired by you guys or record to watch over and over again. He said it's a masterpiece on how both of you guys move in sync as well how angelic your voice is. Would write about a Script describing how perfect you were during intimacy. As well as talking about his new movie ideas with you during finishing or aftercare.

Jing yuan, would immediately fall asleep and give you a death grip hug. His hair is disheveled and sleep with a satisfied look as if he just finish having the best time in his and when you wake up he would be admiring you as if he had been admiring you for hours and if there's ever work the day after, he would arrive a little late due not wanting to leave you or would go to work not without leaving a note and a goodbye kiss on your fore head there's food and tea ready for you to wake up. He's very clingy post intimacy.

Gepard, a blushing mess, even tho his the captain of the silver man guards he is a total puppy in the sheets very much and you treat him with so much love and caress his body with so much love he would explode any second if not, would be very red in the face and shy. He so cute, he would not initiate intimacy in public but you would usually visit him to drop his lunch and it will always end up him a blushing mess and tired.

Luocha, a Disney princess, his hair spread along the sheets with his hand over his head and breathing heavily. Even in this state he would still be very beautiful like a flower, would initiate after care by healing your bruises if he ever went overboard. Would bring you hot water for your throat after being exhausted and stretched. Would leave kisses around your body.

Welt, this old man. Very clingy after intimacy would hug you 24/7 as well sometimes being awkward sense he doesn't know how to react. He would be very disheveled after intimacy and would initiate cuddling. He doesn't want to let you go after you guys came together this is perfect for him. A perfect scenario and perfect dream.

Boothill, right back at ya partner, you guys know the song saves a horse ride a cow boy well that's him. Every time if he wants Intimacy he would put his cowboy hat on your head and that's to give you the idea of what he wants. You are his reward and sun for him. After intimacy his hard drive would be overstimulated and you would be wearing his cowboy hat.