#sopping dripping wet cat

[bloominglegumes]

rn im thinking about soundwaves narration in this issue of optimus prime,.

like hes so,,..

[dmitriene]

simon riley has a home, not a particularly big house in quiet neighborhood, a place where he doesn't wears his gear and doesn't has a knife pocketed at his thigh, where he doesn't hides under another identity, remaining just simon, a sated man with a sweet wife and a chubby baby at his hip, a civilian life he's so desperately tried to seek and that you gifted him.

home with a bright, spacious kitchen where you stood each morning together, with simon's hefty form cloaking you from behind, thick hands trailing under the satin of your nightie, bunching the fabric on your front, where you're pressed against the wood of the kitchen counter, your cat walking on top, before meowing lightly and jumping off onto the floor, knowing that it's best for her to leave you two to be, furling into another room through half opened door.

baby sleeping in the crib, peacefully, a soft lulling melody wafting through the chilly air of the room that keeps your girl sleeping tight, door closed slightly to muffle any possible sounds from disturbing her sleep, your mellowy sounds that slip past your parted lips when simon teases his thick fingers against your sopping folds, cupping your warm pussy beneath the cotton of your panties, swiping across your slit and gathering the oozing slick there.

a family, the one simon would protect with everything he has, to keep you, his sweet wife, always by his side, with your pretty finger adorned by the sparkly, wedding ring that matches his, cooling against your swollen clit where he can't stop teasing you, spreading your folds to the morning air, dripping wet and taking every inch of his girthy cock gracefully, spasming around the girth he feeds you, squeezed tight in your thin, gummy walls.

muffling your hiccuping cries, simon's hips bouncing against your ass, squeezed in his rough palm through the fabric of your nightie, fat supple and spilling from his fingers, as his heavy balls press and slap against your folds, drippy with your slick and his tacky precome, matting the tangle of fuzzed curls of hair on his pelvic and meaty thighs, muscles tensing with webbing heat in his soft belly, rolls of skin rubbing against the small of your back, as he folds himself over you.

he kisses the molassed whimpers from your lips with his searing mouth, pummels into your pussy when your gooey walls flutter and clench, rippling, stuffed full of the thick girth that grinds against your small, sens spot and makes you claw painfully at the wood of the counter, simon's hand gathering your wrist, tying them together by his fingers, the same that currently flick across the small bundle of your nerves, swollen, full of pumping blood, when you cry out loud in the soft furl of his lips.

your darling girl still asleep, cat curled against her small form, tail draped over her slowly breathing body and prolonging her sleep, unable to hear the heavy breaths coming out from the kitchen and the breathy giggles simon completes to devour off from your lips, with his clashing teeth's and greedy tongue, despite your panties being sodden and his cum trailing down the underside of your doughy thighs in viscous, glistening globs.

a home, with a smell of fresh breakfast curling and dissolving into the air of the room, as you stand behind the stove, watching the two sizzling pans as simon busies himself in helping your baby brush her teeth, cradling her against his chest, as she babbles groggily, already all over his ears, as he chuckles hoarsely, bundling her against the bend of his elbow, walking back to the kitchen with a cat meowing at his feet, hungry too.

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[realcube]

⋆˙⟡ KEEP IT ON

doing it in your halloween costume

characters ☾ all pro-heroes! bakugo, todoroki, izuku & iida

tws/tags ☾ fingering, oral (receiving) // plugs, vaginal // oral (giving) — MINORS DNI

BAKUGO KATSUKI ☾ x playboy bunny

you're straddling his lap while he's sat on the couch, bodies pressing into each other as your lips weave together.

his hand moves from fiddling with the black cotton tail of your bunny costume, to groping the flesh of your exposed ass, making you yelp slightly at his harsh touch. he kneads the skin in his palm, growling against your lips, "slutty fuckin' outfit."

just as you were about to deepen the kiss , he spins you around, then pushes down on your back so you are bent over with your ass up. he delivers a stern slap to your thigh, and the fiery sting causes you to gasp. "no tights or nothin'. whole ass out." he grumbles, idly slipping a finger underneath the fabric of the costume that was covering your pussy, pulling it to the side.

"and you thought i was gonna let you leave the house looking like that?" he scoffs, narrowing his eyes and wetting his lips at the sight of your tight cunt in front him. so damp and needy, begging for him already. he runs a calloused thumb over your soft folds, admiring your sweet form.

his hot breath tickles your sensitive skin as his face nears your pussy and soon, he plunges his tongue straight into your sopping hole. your back arches as he does so and a high-pitched whine is strung out of your throat. you can feel him smile at your noises, before he starts to feverishly thrust his tongue in and out of you.

relentlessly eating your pussy. the only time he pulls out is when he senses you are getting close, then he'll pull away to utter coarsely, "you're lucky you look hot otherwise i would've blown that costume right off you." even then, his tongue is instantly replaced with his thick fingers stuffed into your hole, fingering you impossibly fast until you come undone over his hand.

TODOROKI SHOTO ☾ x scary black cat

after you showed him your paws, cat ears, tail and tiny black dress, it was only natural that he'd have you bent over the bed while he hit it from behind.

his teeth grind together from so suppress the deep moan that was brimming in throat from how your tight cunt devoured him. his hips moved steadily against your ass; a moderate pace yet his thrusts were powerful enough that they would cause your body to shake if he didn't keep a hold of you by the hip.

with one hand, of course. as the other one was tempted by the fluffy black tailing laying on your leg. originally, he assumed the tail was clipped to the bottom of your short dress, but while he stroked it, he accidentally pulled a little too hard. and instead of unclasping from your dress, a staggered gasp was forced from you and your whole body tensed, as he could tell by your pussy clamping down on his dick.

his lips curled into a smile as he realised how that tail was connected, and he continued to toy with you, giving it a small tug every now and again, then relishing in your cute, flustered reactions.

"that good, kitty?" he teased in a low, hoarse voice.

you roll your eyes, partially at the stupid nickname but mostly due to the fierce sensations his cock was blazing through you repeatedly. the pillow your face was buried in muffled your sweet noises, so he was quick to grab a fitful of your hair and pull you up, so your face was hovering over the sheets and he could hear every single lewd moan that dripped from your sultry tongue.

you groaned in protest, as his harsh grip on your hair stung your scalp, but he was quick to redirect your attention by yanking your tail again.

TENYA IIDA ☾ x latex devil

as soon as tenya saw your costume, he was opposed.

he raved on about how offensive and profane it is, and how — as his wife — you are closely associated with him and therefore, if you are seen wearing something with such sacrilegious overtones, it will reflect poorly upon him and the entire ingenium lineage.

though it was hard not to notice the growing tent in his pants. a part of you suspected that his discontent was coming from a place of jealousy; maybe he just didn't want to admit that he doesn't want other guys seeing you in such a raunchy outfit.

regardless, you enjoy teasing him so when he demanded you take that costume off, you retorted saying that he'd have to rip it off your body.

he was taken aback at first, yet then he apprehensively tried; shuffling towards you so he could slowly undo the zipper at the back of your suit. but it only made it around halfway down your torso before you roped him in for a heated kiss.

he reciprocated for a while, and you were intimately locked together, moving in sync. your hands even began exploring each other's bodies and wandering astray, as he fumbled with your bra strap and you worked on undoing his belt buckle. albeit, the second you both part for air, he rasps, "i sitll think it might be a good idea for you to rem—"

as you throw his belt to the side, you drag down his trousers and drop to your knees, "please be quiet." you whine, then without warning, you welcome his whole length into your mouth, wrapping your smooth lips around his base and causing a deep moan to cough right out of him.

IZUKU MIDORIYA ☾ x nurse

he's sat on the couch and you're straddling his lap, facing him as you give him a check-up.

with the the metal part of your fake stethoscope pressed against his forehead, your eyebrows knit together in concentration as you listen to the silence, then you nod solemnly and drop it and let it dangle from your neck. "i see. you're heartbeat sounds fine." you politely inform him.

"thank you, nurse (y/n), but what's my heart doing in my head?" he chuckles, awkwardly clutching his scalp.

"you know, i'm not sure either." you shrug, as you both titter at the silliness of your whole charade. seeing him smile, you can't help but lean in and engage him in a long yet gentle kiss. equally, upon seeing your legs spread in that short nurse's dress, he can't help but hook an arm under your thigh, under the guise of pulling you close to deepen the kiss, while his true intention is to slip his fingers up your dress and massage the damp spot on your panties.

the feeling of his fingers stimulating your desperate heat causes you to moan into the kiss, prompting him to continue and tug your panties to the side, allowing his fingers to plunge right into your needy hole.

eventually, you fall back from the kiss and meet his heavy gaze, staring longingly into each other's eyes while you bounce steadily on his thick fingers, "you're giving me a check-up now?"

"guess so." he mouths.

[foldingfittedsheets]

One of Korben the cats most illustrious nicknames is Piss Boy Supreme. Truly, it wasn’t his fault. Korben is an immaculate groomer and whatever else can be said of him it must be noted that he’s always the tidiest cat in the house.

But the last time I took him to the vet he needed to have a dental cleaning. They knocked him out and he usually comes home high as balls and upset.

On this particular occasion he exited the carrier and I turned to release Leeloo from hers. My beloved said, “Why is Korben wet?”

I glanced over at him, slinking toward the stairs, “No, I think his fur is just scrungly, they always look like that after surgery.”

We both continued to observe him and my beloved exclaimed, “He’s dripping!”

Indeed, he was dripping. I leapt forward and scooped him up, dashing him to the upstairs bathroom. The second my fingers touched him it was immediately apparent that he was absolutely saturated with piss. He was thirteen pounds of pee soaked sham-wow.

The poor lad had been too nervous and high to pee at the vets and instead released the entirety of his bladder onto himself in the carrier.

So there we were. In the bathroom with a very inebriated and distressed sopping wet piss boy. Korben has never needed a bath in his life, he’s always been so fastidious. But he needed one now. We took that poor cat, high as balls, and stuck him in the tub.

The sounds he made were unlike any he’s ever produced. The desperate hoarse wails of an animal that knows his end is nigh. He shrieked and sobbed as we sprayed him down, and our hearts misgave us.

We relented, hauling him out to towel off. But we weren’t convinced he was clean so we kept him quarantined in the bathroom to sober up and dry off.

An hour later when we revisited him we staggered back. The whole bathroom reeked of his uriney misadventure. He was clearly too deeply soaked for a casual rinse. So to all of our mutual dismay we embarked on Korben’s second bath of his life.

He was no less distressed and only a little less high as we soaped him as thoroughly as his flailing limbs would allow. Near the end he just let out an ululating continuous wail of pain but we persisted. He was finally clean.

But the memory remains, the absolute Piss Boy Supreme.

[mossangelll]

stray cat rescue

vi x reader

i’m so down bad for vi i could write like 20 absolutely filthy fics about her I NEEEED HER… ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

tw: detailed smut, reader is fem - 18+ mdni!!

Strobe lights flashed in the dingy club as you sobbed hysterically into your watered down martini.

Life was going great! You got a new job, adopted a cat and were even looking for a house with your boyfriend - you hated to brag but you knew you had hit the jackpot.

And then you found out your boyfriend of two years cheated on you. Two long years down the drain in the blink of an eye.

That was that. Your perfectly curated life was crumbling before your eyes and there was nothing you could do to make the situation better. No matter how loudly you protested, your friends, bless them, decided to drag you out of your depression-induced hibernation in order to lift your spirits. Needless to say, the night was a major fail.

You down the rest of your drink and stand up from the booth, resigning yourself to another night of sobbing into your poor cat’s fur.

Before you could make your escape, you bumped into a charismatic, muscular, attractive, no, very attractive woman - Vi.

She had a wicked smile and cocky demeanour as she told you she’d been watching you for a while, that she hated to see a pretty woman cry, that she knew the best way to cure a broken heart.

Now your makeup was running for a whole other reason.

Vi’s strong arms had manoeuvred you into a mating press, ankles dangling precariously over her shoulders as she lay off the edge of the bed and you watched her tattooed biceps bulge under the low light. Shit, she was so hot that just watching her made you wetter by the second.

“Fuck, princess,” she groaned into your pussy, the vibrations forcing another wail from you, making your eyes roll back into your head, “you’re absolutely dripping wet. Think you can squirt for me again, cutie?”

Her own low pants grew louder as she lifted her head from between your legs to look up at you. Her chiseled face was flushed a deep red, eyes glazed over and, fuck, the lower half of her face was drenched in your juices. If you didn’t know any better, you would think she was the one getting ate out.

But you weren’t one to question a gift horse in the mouth so you settled for roughly tugging tufts of her cropped hair in your hands to guide her mouth back to where it belonged. She groaned at this and you felt another pang of arousal hit deep within your core.

Her mouth returned to your sopping cunt but instead of eating you out like you hoped, her scarred lips left teasing, feather light kisses on the insides of both your sensitive thighs before plunging two thick digits inside of you without warning.

“Shit, you’re so tight, cupcake.” She hissed as her wrist flexed from the force of pistoning inside and out, fingers curling up towards the spongy spot with a come-hither motion that had you drooling from the mind numbing pleasure.

“Right there! Please, please don’t stop!” You keened and writhed, unable to keep still which made Vi chuckle, dark and full of sensuality.

“Can’t believe your ex just gave this up. Sure as hell can’t complain though.”

A rough hand manhandled your left tit, squishing and squeezing it in the palm of her large hand before she flicked your pebbled nipples, making you squeal in surprise.

Her eyes shot up from where they were glued to your heaving chest and a devious smirk spread across her face. She quickly yanked out the hand that was finger fucking you, blue eyes rolling playfully at your noise of indignation, to give attention to your neglected tit.

“You’re such a slut for me, crying out for me like this and I barely had to touch you.”

Her wet fingers left behind a trail of your sticky arousal that she promptly licked up so she could lather wet, sloppy kisses all over your chest that turned into sharp nips when she reached your delicate neck - you moaned breathlessly at every kiss and the thought of the dark marks you would find blooming tomorrow, only having enough energy to stroke her silky hair.

Once she had her fill, she dove back down to continue lapping up your wetness like a man starved. The way her tongue flattened against your crying pussy to lick a wide trail up to your clit made you feel like you were on the verge of passing out, nothing could feel better than this. Mounting pleasure built up inside of you, snaking up from the tips of your toes all the way to the top of your head like a pressurised can under a flame - you’re all but ready to burst.

But then she pursed her lips around your swollen clit and sucked down so hard your vision went white and you were convinced you must be convulsing as you came so forcefully.

You knew you squirted again as Vi’s pleased chuckles and loud slurps were a good enough tell tale sign for you - where had Vi been your whole life?

Her gravelly voice called out to you from beyond the thick fog that smothered you, the only thing that tethered you to the waking world, borderline snarling in the throes of satisfaction, “Think your little boyfriend could’ve fucked your brains out like this? Bet he didn’t know the first thing about making you feel good, doll.”

You started to come down from your high, thighs trembling and so, so sticky. The world had finally stopped spinning and you think it must be over, that you can turn over and go to sleep content and happy for the first night in a very long time.

It seemed that Vi had other plans as in your haze, she had enough time to put on an impressive a strap-on. Well, know you had proof she definitely wasn’t overcompensating for anything.

You gawked at the sheer size of the strap but somehow your pussy had became slicker at the thought of being pounded by her huge dick. Her sharp teeth flashed ravenously in the dim room as her well defined and sweaty body loomed over you- it was clear she was proud at the cum-drunk reaction she elicited from you.

She leaned down and tapped the side of your cheek and you instinctively opened your mouth, watching in morbid curiosity as she spat inside and claimed another part of your body. You yelped as she easily flipped you over and positioned you in doggy with a warm hand on the small of your back to arch it further.

You felt hotter by the second and another gush of arousal leaked from your pulsating core as you felt her plush tits and hard body drape across your back. Her hair tickled the side of your love-stained neck and you could feel the faintest touch of her chapped lips against the shell of your ear.

There, she whispered so lowly you had to strain just to make out the words, “God, I love ruining innocent girls like you that don’t know the first thing about a good fuck.”

masterlist

[misty-the-mysterious]

Peepaw why are you dripping

OUGHHH MY PRETTY WIFE OMGGG LOVE YOU

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: situationship!rafe cameron x afab nerd!reader

cw: angst undertones w/ a hopeful ending, black cat!coded reader x whatever rafe would be, suggestive action in the shower & mentions of off screen nsfw (cum and thigh fucking but the latter is a bit more graphic lol) , class differences, rafe is pathetic and weird, implied drug use, rafe beats a man but you can decide if he killed him, reader has implied mental health issues and low self esteem, ambiguous feelings on rafe’s part (he said ily but he could be lying), dark content themes, rafe calls reader kitty in both a mean way and a pet name way, if the thing with reader’s first crush sounds too real that’s cause it is 🤫, started my period while i was formatting this (i just thought y’all should know)

wc: 1.9k+

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

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“Hey, babe, would you be a good kitty and let me in?” Is what you’re greeted with when you swing open your screen door. Rafe Cameron looks pleased as punch, all things considered, soaking wet due to the pouring rain and no doubt high as a kite.

The slurred speech doesn’t alarm you as much as the river of blood flowing from his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, what the fuck?” You try to sound harsh but the fuck is noticably softer than your other words and Rafe smiles, more blood drips down his chin.

You look over his shoulder to see his bike on its side in the dirt, it’s raining and you just know he’ll be pissed to see the mus clinging to it tomorrow. But for right now, you have an injured situationship to patch up.

He stumbles as you struggle to yank him aside, and he sways but collapses on your couch. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to lose your shit immediately. The audacity of this man to waltz in on you barely alive and expect some twisted kind of comfort, after everything.

“I was studying you know, textbooks are expensive so don’t start getting your blood on them.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I know.”

Rafe grunts but keeps his body away from your books. That’s the least he can do, the bare minimum. You sigh and walk over him, kneeling in front of the couch. His eyes are dazed and unfocused as you brush the hair away from his forehead, but his fingers twitch.

“Why did you come here, Rafe? To me?” You whisper, tired and unamused.

You’re startled by his harsh cough, his fingers twitch in your direction again, “ ‘Was nowhere else, wanted you.”

Isn’t that good enough?

You blink dumbly at that, but you have no answer for his crazed ramblings so you slap your knees and make your way to the bathroom. You procure a wet washcloth and some measly bandages, he would just have to deal with it. Rafe’s eyes drag towards you when you kneel back in front of him and bring the cloth to his mouth.

You avoid his stare as you sop up the copious amounts of blood, praying that this wouldn’t need a visit to the hospital. In some ways, you’ve seen too much blood since Rafe Cameron decided to make a mockery of your existence. The gaggle of rich girls he used to have on each arm disappeared but he excused it by detailing his plans to lead you on in front of his friends, checking to see if you were in ear shot.

There’s nothing you did, in your mind. You stuck to yourself and somehow invited the attention of some psycho. That’s the hardest part of the situation, you can’t pinpoint a true beginning. You can only remember being in this murky middle, devoid of an ending. Rafe does have a pretty face though, unfortunately, the water from cloth making his skin glisten. You’ll throw the rag out after this, there’s no point trying to get the stain of blood out of anything.

Eventually, you’re done with the first part and have an excuse to turn away from him. You get back on your feet to reach for the bandages but a groan coming from behind stops you. You turn around and freeze when Rafe buries his nose into your lower stomach, barely brushing the top of your mound over your pajama shorts. He hisses through his teeth in pain as he pushes your shirt up with his bloodied knuckles.

“Rafe Cameron, what the hell are you-“

“ ‘Smells good as fuck, love you.”

You refuse to admit that you love him too, you can’t give him that. Okay, now shit’s really getting out of hand. He dips his head to get closer to your pussy but the second you see the tip of his tongue touch your shorts, you direct his face back to your stomach. You’ve never gone further than ‘will they-won’t they’ type touches with Rafe, but you just can’t give in no matter how much you lie awake at night thinking about it.

“All this is because of you, you know that? You fucked me up and made pummel the crap outta that guy.” The vibrations his clumsy words send through you gives you a serious case of the shivers, so you distract yourself by running your fingers through his matted hair. Because of course there’s blood on his head too. You’d usually chalk what he’s saying up to drugs and insanity, but with Rafe you just never know.

“What?”

“He said maybe I should lay off you so he could have a piece instead, and I just…. lost it. Why should some chump get a part of what’s all mine?” He says with a startling amount of clarity, voice flat and low.

You don’t designate him with a response, and truth be told he doesn’t want you too. You stretch for what in actuality is a $3 dollar package of hello kitty bandaids and rip the white coverings off a few of them. He makes god awful sounds as you apply them to his mouth, head, and hands. The mess in his hair probably isn't his but your conscience won't let you leave it alone. Something foreign to your head and your heart won’t let you leave him alone.

You decide to put the knife in your back all on your own and look up into his eyes. They’re too half lidded to get a clear reading on them but you’re afraid to rely on the emotions underneath the surface. You used to be scared that he couldn’t feel anything. Now, the idea of Rafe Cameron believing he’s in love is far more terrifying.

He’s a bit ridiculous with My Melody, Kuromi, and Keroppi all over himself, you can’t help the small smile that comes over you. You quickly flatten it before he can get too pleased with himself but the fingers curled against your tummy spasm as they spread out to caress your skin. Rafe has an unreadable look on his face as he smears blood over your womb, but you think if you step away he’ll lunge at you.

“I can help you wash the blood off in the shower.” Saying that is in no way a promise of commitment or change, but it might be the closest you ever get.

You’re used to scraps, scraps are fine.

And well, for much you pride yourself on being perfectly fine being alone, it’s achingly human to crave being loved more than anything else. You wander aimlessly because you won’t go where you’re not wanted, and for the longest you’ve been wanted nowhere. But here you are, obsessed over by someone who everyone wants.

Maybe you’re sick of trying to make all the right decisions if this is where it gets you, cold and alone. Is it so bad to not care anymore? It couldn’t be worse than when your first crush told you he loved you and then had a baby with your bully, you reason. Or when he dated one of your friends and she would “joke” about marrying you when you were alone.

The short trip to the shower is awkwardly silent, you have to lead Rafe and make sure he doesn’t trip. You stare more than any Twilight character as you help each other strip. You try to avoid the bruises on Rafe’s torso, but he chuckles about how “You should see the other guy, kitty.”

So you don’t back away when he slows the trajectory of your calloused hands and drags them up his body. Your nails are bitten unevenly, some leave scratches on his abs and some don’t. It’s exhilarating to see Rafe Caneron’s thread come undone, to watch as he tilts his head back and sighs. You rest your hands on his pecs and kiss the hollow of his throat before you can stop yourself.

You won’t mention the squeak he tries to stifle with the back of his balled up fist.

You step away from him to be vulnerable in return, his satisfaction is much more evident this time around. He rips your camisole in two and unhooks your bra too well, clearly having had practice. He cups your breasts in his hands with tenderness that you’d think is out of character for him. Rafe doesn’t even honk them in the dude bro way that you’d always assumed he would. No, he… massages the flesh in his palms between slow squeezes.

“Don’t see why you’re so insecure about these, I like them just fine.” He huffs, bending down to motorboat you before pulling you in the shower through his grunts of pain and exertion.

You notice that he doesn’t steal a glance at your pussy, almost like he’s scared of seeing it bare and puffy… and wet.

You like to feel like a boiling lobster in the shower, so you turn the dial the same direction as always. You’re worried that Rafe will hate the sting but when the water hits, he moans with an open mouth, eyes shut tight. Before your next breath, you’re pushed against the wall and now the blood’s in your mouth as you're taken into a french kiss right out the gate.

You go with it against your better judgment, until Rafe pulls away to pant against your collarbone. His next kiss is softer, shy like it’s an unknown thing to the two of you. His lips glide and mesh with yours as the water trails down in between your slick bodies. You feel like you’re going to pass out but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You open your eyes to see the water at the base of the shower run red, and you lose yourself in the swirling motion until the pop of your honey scented shampoo bottle lid snaps you out of it.

“Turn around kitty, ‘said I'd help you scrub down.”

He’d be embarrassed if you said it, but it’s obvious he’s never done this before. He’s like a bull in a china shop gathering you up in a loose bundle and sloppily spreading the soap throughout it. You stay silent, preferring to bask in the absurdity of it all.

Washing Rafe’s hair takes less time, but like he did when you were cleaning him up earlier, he chooses to stare at you the entire time. You scratch his head to really work the shampoo in there and get the dried blood out, he latches onto your wrists and lets his eyes drift shut. He makes it inconvenient to help him when he kisses your jawline, but you allow it.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good with your hands.” Rafe whispers with a wry grin, pecking your mouth and dropping to his knees. Your pomegranate body wash in his uninjured hand. The amount he squirts onto the dollar store loofah on his other hand is a touch too generous.

You have to replace the hello kitty bandaids when the originals fall off after Rafe steps out of the shower minutes later, he insists on it. You make him lean against the bathroom counter and watch as you take a second shower to clean out the cum, he wears a petulant frown the whole time.

You’re bent over that same counter when you’re back in his orbit, teary eyes wide as he fucks your plush thighs.

The rain turns into a thunderstorm outside.

[toovaeloe]

Pickles

One night he brings home a stray cat to your apartment, but it seems to love him more than you ☁️🐈☁️

pairing: Choso Kamo x gn!reader

no warnings, fluff, established relationship, modern au

word count: around 1.5k? (I’m pretty sure)

You knew your boyfriend to be an animal lover.

Although he’s mentioned on a few occasions that you two should get a pet, he’s always been hesitant about it. Choso insisted he didn’t want it to get lonely while the two of you were away from home. But that didn’t stop him from doting over puppies or birds in the windows of pet stores. Which was adorable, by the way.

Despite this idea, he didn’t stick to it for very long. One night you were lounging on the couch, mourning a character from a show you had put on as “background noise” while cleaning (only to end up getting completely distracted and off task) when you heard the lock twisting in the door. You sat up when you saw Choso, sopping wet and his unique pigtail hairstyle all mussed and soggily dripping from the rain, home a decent time later from work than you expected.

Though before you could ask him where he had been, you noticed he was cradling some sort of lump in his zip-up hoodie.

“…You pregnant?” You uttered dumbly the first thought that came to mind, “…Is it mine?”

“I- No. Dummy,” Choso’s brows furrowed for a moment at your strange dumbass query, before he further unzipped to reveal a mangy wet ball of tabby gray fur nestled against his shirt. “I found him by the road, all rained on n’ shit.”

He waited for your reaction to ask the million dollar question, first adoring the way you cooed and drew closer to pet the feline. “We can keep him, right?”

How could you have said no?

And so from then on you had your own perfect little family of three.

Or you would have.

If family member number three didn’t hate your guts with all of his ping-pong ball sized heart.

You felt like you did everything to get this cat— now deemed Pickles— to like you.

Quality time,

Treats,

Expensive toys,

Cat nip.

Nothing seemed to make Pickles warm up to you. He would hiss at you when you neared him, claw at you when you tried to feed him— he even pissed on your laundry once. And maybe worst of all, whenever you tried to join Choso in the living room or in bed when Pickles happened to be curled on his chest, he’d growl and bristled until you were banished to the far corner of the room. He had taken over your boyfriend.

“You have to choose: him or me!” You declared, sulking with a pointed finger at Pickles in one of your more melodramatic competitions for your boyfriend’s attention with the tabby. That of which Choso couldn’t help but be amused by, a stifled smirk nearly curling at his lips as he gently shooed away the feline in favor of beckoning you over to wrap up in his embrace, to shower you in affection until the creases of your scowl were no longer hard-set on your features.

“You don’t mean that,” He’d soothe with a hand cradling the back of your head against his chest.

“He hates me.” You’d huff, bottom lip jutted out and tugged into a frown. Choso’s thumb continued to rub soothing patterns against your shoulder despite the way his eyes went skyward.

“He’s a cat.”

“He hates me,” You’d insist.

“He can’t even recognize his own reflection. He’s not even smart enough to hate you, y/n.”

Despite your petty disputes with the damned furball, you still loved him. And you wanted him to love you, too. Choso could see that, could see your efforts, and it hurt his heart to see you so discouraged.

Which is why when you and Pickles finally came to a some sort of truce, he was ecstatic.

And even more so the evenings when you came bounding into the apartment after work, ambushing him in the kitchen where he was preparing dinner.

“Look at this!” You’d beam, holding up one of Pickle’s mouse toys, shoving it in his face with enthusiasm that made his brow quirk up and his teeth flash in a bemused smile before he realized.

“He did it again, huh?” Choso chuckled.

A few weeks ago, Pickles had put one of his toys in your shoe and you hadn't noticed until after you had made it to work. The first time it happened and you discovered it, your eyes were practically brimming with tears and your heart soaring. The damned thing finally liked you. And Pickles showed it in the most wonky, heartwarming way.

You had been all smiles that day.

That's why Choso thought it should happen again.

And again.

Aaand again.

So for the past few weeks, he’s been planting Pickle’s cat toys in your shoes every few mornings before you got up to leave. Truly it was Pickles’ doing the very first time, but he just couldn’t get enough of the way your face lit up. And although he hates lying, Choso makes an exception every now and then, here or there. He’s done similar things for Yuji, after all, just to get his little brother to crack an extra smile or two through their childhood. To this day Yuji probably still thinks that the sweet pea he planted in the backyard after dinner at the age of 5 grew into a bunch of green grapes. (Choso went out to the store later that night and “planted” the clusters of grapes atop the dirt for the little stinker to find when he woke up.)

Another morning goes by; nearly the crack of dawn when Choso untangles himself from your limbs and the sheets, silently venturing out to the foyer by the front door where you kept your shoes for the next day.

Ironically enough, you wouldn’t even have caught him if it weren’t for Pickles leaping up onto you in your sleep, paws trampling you until you were uncomfortable enough to wake.

“Pickles,” You muttered under your breath like a curse as you shifted against groggy, but not enough to not notice your beloved gone from bed, something within you convincing you to drag yourself out of bed and search for him.

You had flipped on the main light in the doorway of the open layout of your shared apartment just as Choso had bent over your shoe with the tail of a mouse toy pinched between his fingers. As the illumination bathed the room he went rigid— and you could almost see the nervous sweat drop when his head slowly turned to where you stood in the hall.

“Oh,”

He’d clear his throat, as if he could salvage being caught in the act and play it off. “You’re up early, darling.”

“…Choso?” You muttered, still disoriented from sleep. Your eyes squinted from across the space lit by fluorescent lights, drowsy cognition slowly putting the pieces together of what you were looking at.

“…what’re you doing?” You asked with a healthy dose of suspicion coating your tone.

He remained frozen for a moment, the cat toy still pinched between his fingers. He looked a bit like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I’mmuuuh…morning stretches,” He supplied hastily; bowing into a human-parabola until his ebony tresses were nearly brushing the floor. Some odd approximation of a sideways backbend as if that made his story any more plausible.

Honestly, it’s a miracle he’s kept this secret from you so long. He’s a horrible liar.

The earnest confusion painted across your sleep-dazed face made him sigh, resigning himself to honesty…maybe.

“Okay…Pickles told me he wanted me to—“

“Don’t bullshit me, I’m not five.”

“—I might’ve been putting Pickles’ toys in your shoes. For the past few weeks,” He’d confess sheepishly, “you were just so happy when he started warming up to you, I wanted to see a few more of those smiles.”

His eyes darted away for a second and then back to you in the silence that followed, and away again- trying to gauge your reaction, as if he feared to be suddenly struck by some divine punishment for having lied to you.

You couldn’t even be mad; the ridiculous adorableness of the situation made you snort as you walked up and bent down to sit where he was still bent that absurd pose. His lips were just parting to form an apology as your fingers moved to dance across his ribs until he squawked and flailed into a pile of doofus on your apartment’s floor.

“I can’t believe you sometimes,” Your annoyance is more mock than sincere. You couldn’t muster much more than a scoff, and the curve of a smile on your lips couldn’t be flattened no matter how hard you’d try to bite it back. “for real waking up at this hour just to put cat toys in my shoes? I can’t take you seriously.”

“Harsh,” The ravennette man muttered under his breath like an overgrown brat as he propped himself up to sit beside you with his elbows resting against his knees. “See if I do anything nice for you ever again.”

“I’m joking,” You retorted, emphasizing with a poke to his shoulder.

“So am I,” he’d echo, his pout morphing into a puckish grin as he tipped sideways to lean against you.

“And I love youuu~” Your sing-song declaration is obscured by a still drowsy yawn as your head falls against his arm. Not an ounce of daylight permeates your shared living space, and it’s telling that it won’t be long before your two sleepy-headed selves stumbled back to bed.

“I love youuu toooo,” A more baritone parallel of your melody is parroted back as he lowered his head to rest atop yours, muffled by the contagious yawn that has his eyes squinting closed.

Neither of you even noticed Pickles’ presence until he announced his arrival with a meow. A fuzzy white mouse toy is dropped at the tabby’s paws before he padded closer to nuzzle against your leg, whiskers brushing your skin like a butterfly kiss, like his very own feline “I love you,” as Choso says.

a/n: i got a flu shot today and my entire arm is sore 😭

I hope this turned out well i am half asleep writing about being sleepy 💀🫶🏽

i hope both sides of your pillow are cold 🤍

[faintjellyfish]

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔$$𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ꨄ

❥ infamous sorcerer killer? nah. infamous pussy eater.

𝐚/𝐧: 18+ mdni, not proof read, enjoy 🤭

𝐰𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐧𝐭: about 904?

Thinking about how much Toji would enjoy eating pussy. So much that his title should be changed from ‘the infamous “Sorcerer Killer”’ to the infamous pussy eater. Not like he would mind anyway. It was something he enjoyed. Highly. Whether it be for you or for him. It was the way he went about it.

Sometimes he did it during sex. Or when he was stressed and wanted you to spread out for him. And sometimes he used it as punishment if you were being a little too bratty for his liking. Holding your thighs apart and lapping at your sopping cunt, but refusing to let you cum. And if you did get the chance to, he wouldn’t stop. No matter how much you begged and pleaded, saying you were overstimulated. He didn’t care. He wasn’t finished until he was satisfied. He’d say something like—

“Not stopping til’ I want to, pretty girl”

“Stop whining and let me finish”

But something you did love, was when he’d have your face down and ass in the air so he could eat it from the back. He loved eating you that way. Hell, love is an understatement. You could always tell when he wanted to.

“Put that pretty ass up f’me”

“Get on all fours”

“Raise those hips”

No questions asked, you’d always comply. He’d get behind you and admire how pretty your pussy was. How small and delicate your hole looked, just waiting to be licked and fucked with his tongue. He always loved how you’d get wet so easily for him.

“Shiiit, baby… So wet for for me already?” He’d say with a slight chuckle.

Toji spreads your ass with his thumbs, holding you in a firm grip. He always started with that sensitive clit of yours. Giving it kisses and letting your wetness string from his lips. Occasionally teasing it with small cat licks. Doing rings around it with his tongue and smirking at the small whines of pleasure you’d make.

He’d run his tongue up and down your cunt, coating his tongue in your slick. The taste drove him crazy. You tasted so fucking good. So sweet. He couldn’t help himself. Immediately his tongue would dig into your dripping, tight hole. Oh, the cries you’d let out.

He got a thrill from it. You letting him fuck you like this so easily. Plunging his muscle in and out of you with slight aggression. Hearing the wet noises your cunt made against his tongue.

Toji’s hand strikes down on your ass, making you mewl. Now this, was his favorite part about eating you from this position. Being able to hear you cry because you couldn’t handle the feeling of being ate and having your ass abused at the same time. God, he loved watching that pretty ass turn red. Repeatedly slapping his hand on it, then gently kneading at the flesh.

You’d beg him not to slap so hard. But that just made him want to smack your ass even harder. All while he pumps his tongue in and out of your poor, aching cunt. Clenching around him at the euphoria.

He’s lapping up your slick and spitting it back on your pussy before he starts sucking your clit again. Laughing into your flesh cause of how sensitive you are. Only for his hums to send vibrations to your puffed nub and make you whine even more.

It’s getting hot. You’re panting like a dog and biting back moans. But Toji doesn’t like when you hold back. So he completely buries his face in your pussy and toys with your hole. You push your face in the pillow, a deep moan escaping your throat.

“There we go, baby. That’s what I wanna hear”

“Keep making those pretty sounds f’me”

There’s only so much his poor baby can take. You’re starting to get close. And he knows it. Your poor pussy just aching and throbbing, about to release. Hips bucking and pushing up against his face, feeling his tongue dig deeper into you. Another strike lands on your ass. You weep and moan. Telling him not to stop cause you’re gonna cum.

Repeatedly, and needily, pressing your cunt against his face. He spreads your ass further and stiffens his muscle as you do so. Before you know it, you’re grasping at the sheets for something to hold on to. Clenching hard on his tongue once you release.

Mewling as your eyes flutter and slowly keep pressing against his face to ride out your orgasm. Your juices dribbling down his chin. Of course, he laps it up. Drinking all of you, not wanting it to go to waste.

He pulls his face from your cunt and smirks down at you. Seeing the haze in your eyes as you look at him over your shoulder. His hand finds its way back to your ass, massaging it gently. He leans over you.

“Love the way you tasted, princess”

“Tired?”

You’d give a weak nod. Starting to lay on the bed fully. But before you can, he grips your hips tightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You did pretty good, but I think you can do better”

He sits next to you on the bed. Laying down and pulling you onto his lap. You already know what’s gonna happen.

“You’re not gonna cum til’ I tell you to. And this time… You’re gonna sit on my face.”

[joszns]

miss you, pt. 2 ✭

(as requested by a few of you guys!!!)

college!ellie × reader

content: mostly the same as part 1 tbh….

ellie knocked on your door, her heart beating fast. her breath was hot and heavy, she did just run halfway across campus for you.

“ellie!” you exclaimed, opening the door. you were half dressed, a band shirt she had left at your place haphazardly thrown over your naked body.

she walked in, kissing you immediately.

“i love when you wear my clothes..” she whispered, both of you quickly heading to the bedroom. she kicked off her shoes on the way there, nearly tripping over them as she attempted to keep her lips all over yours.

“been thinking about you all day,” you mumbled against her lips, “was already getting off before you even texted me..”

she whimpered in response, both of you falling into the bed. her hands quickly found their way to your tits, massaging them in her hand.

“fuck baby, need you so bad.” ellie said, kissing your neck. you moaned, hands tangled in her short brown hair. she took her shirt off you, and you did the same to her.

“such a pretty girl.” she said, sucking your nipple. her free hand pinched the other one and rolled the bud between her fingers.

“ellie…” you whined.

her hand slowly trailed down your body, gripping your thigh as her thumb moved closer and closer to your sopping cunt.

“so fucking wet..” ellie noted, sliding down your body quickly. her mouth attacked your clit quickly, her tongue lapping at you like a starved cat.

“fuck….” you moaned, gripping her hair and grinding against her face.

“taste so damn good.” she grunted, absolutely pussy drunk on you. she was a mess, licking every last drop of your juices away and whimpering as she messily rubbed away at her own sopping cunt.

“need you..need you inside.” you say breathlessly. ellie complies, filling you up easily with two fingers.

“my god.” ellie whined, curling her digits upwards in the way she knew you loved.

her mouth detached from you, she now towered over you as her nimble and long fingers worked their magic inside you.

“such a good girl, so fuckin’ good f’me..” she said, watching her slick coated fingers slide in and out of you.

“faster!” you whined, your hips jerking in the air.

ellie grinned and held you down, increasing her speed.

“you love my fingers huh?” she asked, taking your nipples in her mouth again.

“mm-fuck’n luv em!” you cried, desperate.

much to your dismay, she pulled out rather suddenly.

“sorry doll..need t’feel you against me..”

ellie slotted herself between your legs, grinding her swollen and slick cunt against your own.

“fuck, baby…” she moaned, pressing herself flush against you.

you bucked your hips upwards, slick dripping down your legs.

“so needy baby..yeah…that’s my girl…” ellie grunted, looking down at you.

such a perfect sight, your hair messy and spread over the pillow. your hands were clenched into tight fists, balling up the sheet. she watched as your hips rolled upwards, every movement causing soft moans to escape your lips.

she almost came right then and there.

“you feel s’good baby..” you moaned, head falling back as your eyes closed too. ellie grabbed the vibrator you had left on the bed, positioning it between the two of you and inserting the penetrating portion inside of you. you cried out, steady hips faltering as the pleasure increased tenfold.

“cmon baby, i know you can handle this…be good f’me.” ellie grunted, her swollen clit throbbing from the relentless vibrations. she rocked back and forth over you, the silicone hitting you in all the right places.

“im gonna-fuck!” you cried, struggling to keep rhythm with your girlfriend.

“yeah? cum with me baby, cmon.” ellie said, her movements getting more desperate and sloppy. “wanna see you cum so bad…” she said quietly.

you pushed upwards, biting your lip and whining as your orgasm crashed into you. you cried ellie’s name, body trembling as the stimulation on your sloppy cunt continued. ellie moved off you slightly, thrusting the dildo inside you with her hand while her other was used on herself, rubbing slow circles on her throbbing clit.

“i-i can’t..can’t anymore…m gonna…” you rambled, your third orgasm of the night approaching quickly.

“let it all out baby…came here to fuck you so good you couldn’t think and I meant that.” ellie said, watching you closely.

she watched as you came, crying her name and moaning loudly while burying your face in a pillow as your body shook. your legs wrapped around her waist, fluid dripping down ellie’s wrist as you released.

“fuck, fuck baby!” you cried, trying to escape from her thrusting. “m’done! m’dooone..!”

she slowed her relentless pace, eventually pulling out of your trembling body.

“sorry baby, you did so good, my good girl..” ellie whispered, kissing you between each phrase.

“I love you.” you said breathlessly, legs shaking slightly.

“i love you more.”

[scruus]

afab childe crying just by looking at the bulge on his stomach as you thoroughly fuck him shsjshj

poor harbinger sobs when you pump his womb full of cum for the nth time of the night, and he can't help but watch as your fluid trails out of his cunt, down his thighs and down on the floor...

going crazy

I had to write an entire fic for this. Its too good.

YOU ALL ARE MAKING ME LOSE SLEEP ON THIS OH GOD. Minors istg DNI or ill bite your head off.

★̶̲ [ 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 ]

✎ sub afab childe + dom amab reader notes: rough filthy sex; mirror sex; creampie; cum inflation(?); overstimulation; childe being a masochistic son of a bitch(hinted). THIS IS PLAIN FILTHY JUST GHHH STOP I CANT BE SO HORNY ANYMORE

Childe groans when he sees his gaping cunt take you in so well. His teary eyes are half lidded as you try to make him look in the mirror. Make him look at how your dick makes a bulge everytime you move in and out. “S-stop uughh”, he groans out.

You hook his legs apart, him seated on your dick, because his legs have barely the ability to do anything voluntarily. He feels so small in front of you. With the way you are gripping his face and spreading his gummy cum filled cunt apart, it makes him shudder.

“See baby, i think one more dick could easily fit inside you”, you whisper against his ears as you rock your hips again, making that cock of yours reach so deep he could never imagine it was possible. “If i had two dicks….imagine how pretty your belly would look?”, childe moans loudly at the thought, nails digging in your arms. You have made him absolutely pathetic.

You smack your hand against his clit making him jolt, a striking pain going up his pussy. He smiles deliriously, taking in that pain like a good painslut.

Pushing him down, you hold his waist tightly so that there is ease in sliding in him and fucking that cunt senselessly. Childe tries to look up with his dazed eyes and stares at the mirror in front of you both. He can see his back arched like a cat, and your devilish grin while you grope his bruised ass.

Childe screams as you start pounding into him again, the cum acting as a lube and making it easier for your huge dick to move in and out. You groan feeling his cushy fat lips enveloping your dick and his warm cum filled insides pulsing around it. Its the best feeling in the word.

“Oough-n-no s’rough nghh”, he claws on the bedsheets which were stained with his tears and cum. His sobs only further fuelling your desire while you trail kisses down his spine.

His pussy hurts so bad, his clit is all puffy and numb, evident of your abuse on it, yet he still cant be fulfilled. He wants it to hurt like hell. He wants his womb to be filled to the brink, wants you to impregnate him so that all your attention is on him.

Then he wouldn’t need to act like a brat or an attention whore every single minute of the day.

You take both of his arms and pin it to his back, trying to drill into him using them as a leverage. You moan out seeing how his red, scarred ass shakes up and down everytime you slap your hips against his like a feral animal.

Taking your dick all out and then plunging it all in in every thrust, he chokes out whorish cries. You were splitting him open mercilessly and he could just moan and take your entire cock in like a fucking cocksleeve.

Guttural moans and whimpers can be heard from childe as his entire body is being treated like a ragdoll. “Ah fuck my pretty cumslut is being so good today”, you laugh out knowing he loves being called that.

His wrist is now bruising because of your tight grip on them, just like his hips and the rest of his body. Your tip is kissing his womb, balls slapping against his wet sopping cunt.

Pearls of slick dripping down his thighs, as you see your cock disappear in him and appear again. His hips are trembling with shock, trying to keep up with your rough pace. Ah fuck he is so lewd, you think.

He can hardly keep conscious. You have cum so many times in him, he could barely keep it all inside. Poor pup doesn’t want even a bit of your cum to leak out, he wants to savor it all in. But not to worry, you dont plan on stopping soon anytime.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing down on me again, ugh am gonna cum”, you rasp out, your hips picking up pace as you pounded into him with such intensity, childe could see stars in his eyes.

“Ooughh fuckfuckfuckfuck ugh cu-cummin”, his eyes rolling in his skull and his whorish moans getting desperately loud. He could only blabber nonsensically as his voice was nothing but squeaks. And just like that, you came with him.

Drops of water spraying all over the bedsheet while the trembling ginger spasms in your arms, his toes curling and his mouth open in a silent scream. He had squirted once again tonight.

You shut your eyes, his pussy creaming around your cock as his cunt is sucking you further in, and you groan out.

You let go of his arms and his weak body plops on the bed. Taking your dick out you saw the gooey filthy cum drip out of his hole in massive amounts, he was really filled to the brim. He whined on feeling the loss of your cock and the warm cum oozing out.

Your fingers spreading apart his lips and see the sticky cum coating his pretty pink folds and the inside of his gaping hole. You were quite big, after all.

Placing a kiss on his shuddering ass cheeks, you softly kneaded it. “Don’t worry baby, ill take care of you after i wreck you”.

Flipping him on his back, you grabbed his hips and entered inside him in a single thrust, choking out a hoarse moan from childe. “But am not done wrecking you yet”, you huff before pounding into him again as childe continues to scream your name.

Looks like you both have to take the next day off.

[twistedteddy]

Rengoku × F!Reader

(this is really basically straight SMUT and as always never proof read)

WARNINGS: Reader has hinted issues with food, SMUT, M! Receiving head, vaginal intercourse, head pushing, cream pie, semi-rough sex, breeding kink, mating press

Kyojuro had a way of getting you to eat. Waking you up with breakfast in bed, welcoming you home to a hearty meal after a long day yelling your family tend the fields, even randomly taking you to dinners at Uzui's house when he noticed you hadn't been eating as much.

This habit continued even in bed. I'm bed you took your meals well. The palm of your hands on each of his muscular thighs as you stuffed his girth down your throat. The rough padding of his own hands trying ever so desperately not to shove you down. He always tried to be so gentle with you but he had a hard time keeping a grip when you looked up at him so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Small tears welled at your eyes as he grabbed the hair in the back of your head. Gingerly pushing down while you stiffled gags, he gasped and groaned one hand never leaving your head and the other thrown over his own eyes. If he looked at you too long he'd cum too quick. Nails digging into his thighs till pretty crescent shaped indexes were left you gently pushed his hand away and wrapped one of your own hands around his base. A ginger hiss leaving his lips are you got yourself situated. Licking his tip as you slowly pumped his base never breaking eye contact with your desperate husband. Sweat practically pouring from his bare chest and face. With a final moan he came into your warm wet mouth and you released him with a "pop". A smile visible on your face despite the heavy blushing, sweat, drool, and snot dripping down it.

Very quickly Kyo pulled you up onto the bed with him. As pretty as you were on your knees you looked better with them to your chest. Easily but slowly pushing you into a mating press whispering in your ear twisted little fantasies. "I'm gonna put a baby in you tonight my love. Knees to your shoulders, I-I won't let any of my seed spill out of you" biting and nibbling on your ear as he rocked the tip of his flushed cock against your sopping cunt. Small whines and gasps leaving you without much shame as he made sure he was plenty wet for you. Finally pushing in and bottoming out in one slow thrust. Both of you moaning as he pressed the weight of his hips into yours, pubic hair grazing your clit-causing your tight cunt to pulse around him.

"y/n, y/n, y/n" Kyo chanted as he pulled back and snapped his hips back into yours. Repeating the process over and over as you instinctively wrapped your arms around him and let your nails drag down his back. Pretty pink cat scratches decorating his shoulder blades and waist as he fucked himself deeper into you. Babbling on and on how badly he wanted you to carry his children. Begging you to allow him to become a father. Desperately pulling his dripped cock almost fully from your pussy before full force slamming it back in finally pumping you full of his cum and releasing the back of your knees from their position. Both of you gasping and sweating as he nearly collapsed in too of you. He rolled a bit off of you but kept himself inside of your now cum filled cunt. After all his seed couldn't spill out if he never pulls out.

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If you made it here then I have a proposal.

I will write you-

SMUT

For any character in BNHA, KNY, JJK, Inuyasha, Delicious in dungeon, etc.

And all you gotta do is cash app me 5-10$ OR buy smt for me off my Amazon wish list and send me a screenshot. The length and details of the SMUT will depend on money/item bought. Thank you for your time

[newyearseve1979]

Lilia and Agatha’s (housemate au) chapter preview

Let me know if this is something you’d be interested in me continuing! (and also if you’d prefer it to be on ao3 also/instead)

She was crying. She was crying earlier, a second ago (a month, a year, a moment) she was positively absolutely nearly certainly crying, so then where had this calmness come from? This warmth? These hands? Lilia was wet, sopping wet, like a drowned cat. Her eyes were closed. She felt the water dripping off of bare skin, and the towel that was -mercifully- still wrapped around her. Someone's hands were running through her hair, their nails gently scratching at her scalp. Her back was pressed against the front of another’s warm body. Their spare arm held snugly to her waist. Violets. Agatha. Lilia’s eyes snapped open but she stayed still.

She was being held (quite tenderly, believe it or not) by Agatha Harkness. The Salem witch’s legs were on either side of Lilia, gently holding her still. Her head fell against Agatha’s breast. She shifted, not to leave, but to lay her head backwards on Agatha’s shoulder. “Back with us?”

Lilia said nothing. Stubbornly, she pulled her towel up with her. But she did not move. Not this time. “I figured you were someone close to us when the screaming stopped,” Agatha muttered. Her hand still ran through Lilia’s sick wet hair.

The bathroom was soaked. Water had puddled on the floor and the curtain had been yanked down. Lilia felt bruises forming on her side from where she had fallen. This one had hurt. Her visions had never felt violent before. This was new.

“No one’s home,” Agatha added gently, anticipating her next thought, “I told Billy he had a day off.”

“I-”

“Shut up.”

Lilia huffed indignantly, “Agatha-”

“No,” her voice was clipped, “just sit.”

So she did. She let the witch killer hold her after her vision of killing witches. The faces were blurred in blood, the gasps were wet with the liquid of their veins, Lilia’s own heart pounded. Agatha squeezed tighter. Scratched her scalp. Held her. “Breath.”

Lilia moved her hand to hold agatha’s arm on her waist. “Agatha-

“It hurt,” Lilia choked out. Agatha’s wrist was held by the older witch. She quickly snatched it away, regarding Lilia carefully. They were alone in the kitchen. The teapot was boiling. The sun was streaming in.

Neither had spoken anything more than muttered acknowledgements before Lilia, as the others had started saying, went away. Lilia cleared her throat, pulling her hands back to herself. She did not apologize for her outburst. Agatha didn't ask. The tea pot boiled; they moved on.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 25 - Shower Sex

Kink: Shower Sex

Pairing: M!Reader x M!Shadow Demon

Other Kinks: Soft Sex, Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 1284 words

Kinktober Masterlist

After a long week at work, stressed out under the fluorescents, there’s something soothing about darkness.

The lack of light feels weirdly warm, sucks you in like a hug, wraps itself around you. It blots out all the worrisome things, like the unfolded pile of laundry on your desk chair, or the dishes still sitting in the sink. In the dark your worries seem to flit away, forgotten and consumed whole.

Shucking off your sweaty work uniform, you don’t bother flicking on the bathroom lamp. No, you just light some candles and enjoy the browns and purples of the night and the fire, watching the hot water fog up the mirror. You could get lost in here; You, the water, and the dark.

The shower spray is heavenly on your sore body, pressure beating out the strain on your neck and shoulders. Stress melts down your spine, settles and spins before being sucked down the drain. A palm caresses your lower back, another sliding up to your stomach.

“Hello, dear.” Val whispers from above your head. His large, looming figure fills the shower behind you, horns brushing against the ceiling as he blends in with the shadows. Another reason to love the darkness.

“Hey Val.” You sigh, falling into his grip. Water streams down between you both, makes his inky black skin shine. 

“Long day?” The hand on your lower back pushes in with its knuckles, finding quickly the knot that's been bothering you since this morning. You arch your spine, nodding your head with a sigh.

“Yeah.” You don’t elaborate, too exhausted to even recount every annoyance in your mind.

Val hums, just lets you sit in the warmth of the water and his body. Spindly fingers draw up and down your navel, making art with the water droplets. A warm, thick tongue laps at your neck, like a cat trying to comfort its frightened kitten.

“That feels nice.” You let your head fall to the side, feel the muscle lather up and down. It moves like a python, relaxing with its languid stretches down your neck.

Val hums again, moving his spindly hand downward from your belly button. It hovers over your cock, still gentle. It's you who makes the first move, who lets Val know you’re down for some physical comfort with a quick jut of your hips

Shadowy tendrils crawl up your legs as Val cups your sack. Your inhale sharply, mouth drooping open as he moves up your shaft to brush his thumb against your head, making your cock twitch. You were already half-hard when he pressed against you, your cock now fully erect in his hands. The tendrils around your thigh become slick with water, sopping wet and dripping onto the tiled floor of the shower. 

It takes all you have to not fall over when Val jerks you off, slow and relaxed. Instead you just rest your weight into his grip, let his semi-amorphous shape wrap around you for support. You let out a breathy gasp when tendrils sneak between your ass cheeks and begin circling your hole, prodding at the ring of muscle.

“Fuck.” You mutter under your breath. The flicker of a tongue presses against your lips, polite in asking for access to your sweet mouth. You comply, meeting Val tongue first in your makeout. He kisses you the same way he jerks you off, at his own sensual pace.

Your hand slams against the glass shower window when the first tendril pushes inside you, leaving a dramatic handprint as you moan into Val’s mouth. The hand on your cock speeds up, thwapping against your thighs and spraying water droplets everywhere.

“Feeling good?”

You nod, gasping in between kisses. The water still beats down, blurring your vision. It’s always difficult to fully see Val in the dark, but under the showerhead he seems more all encompassing, like he spreads to every corner of the room.

Tendrils nudge and twist around each other inside you, pressing against your insides and feeling around your prostate. Lightning sparks across your back when they do, your body unconsciously writhing in Val’s grip.

“I want you.” You beg, eyes going cross. “I need you.”

Vall chuckles, his clawed finger tracing the underside of your jaw.

“Of course, dear. Whatever you need.”

Val is gentle when he bends you over, hands wrapping around your wrists to set you against the shower wall, lets you splay your palms out for support before he unwraps from around your upper half. You whine when his hand moves off your cock and his tendrils pull out, but the oozing tip of his cock quickly shuts up any complaint. His hands find their place on your hips instead, his mouth laying kisses on your spine. 

“I’m going to put it in now.”

“Please.”

Val chuckles again, presses his lips to your skin and doesn’t pull away as he sheaths himself inside you. His cock pulses across every inch, smooth shadowy ooze spurting out from between your hole and his shaft.

 A brief shock travels up your spine once he’s fully seated, nudging against your most sensitive area. Some tendrils fondle your ass cheeks while others wrap around your thighs, nudging you to hold them open. The spindly fingertips press into your pelvis, a long, shuddering breath ghosting down from behind your shoulder.

“Feels so good.” Val whispers against your shoulder, dancing his lips up across the blade and to the back of your neck. “You always feel so good.”

Val jerks his hips, a micro of a movement that makes you yelp.

Your desperate whines, bubbling and simmering at the back of your throat, are enough to urge Val on. He starts off slow, lets you adjust to his size, just feeling you squeeze, until he finally lets go.

“A-ah~” You whisper, quiet under the noise of Val’s hips against your ass cheeks as he thrusts up and into you. Water drips down your hair, down your nose and across your jaw. You have to spit it out every couple of seconds, lips caught open in your moans and collecting water like a sink. 

Your skin sticks together, the inky darkness of Val’s form coming undone as he loses himself inside you. The hand moves back around your cock but it's far less coordinated, sloppy and slick as it runs up your shaft. It finds its place on your head, keeping it in a squelching grip and watching the water run through the digits.

“Kiss me.” You pant, arching your neck, tongue stuck out in desperation. With Val’s long tongue it’s not hard for you to meet in the middle, his torso growing and expanding so his lips can lock with yours. Saliva mixes with shower water as it dribbles down your chin, the kiss sloppy like it's your very first one.

Your toes begin to curl, your cock twitching as your orgasm steadily climbs up. All that stress at the base of your spine has begun to unfurl, the memories of your long day fading away. You gasp into Val’s mouth.

“I-m gonna-”

“Me too.” Val whispers, stealing your breath in another kiss, forcing his cock to the deepest part of you. It’s all the push you need, hips jumping forward as your cock bursts into its orgasm. The trembling feeling is only exasperated by Val himself, his cock notched against your prostate and pumping you full.

Fluids mix and drip down between your two bodies, melting into the water and smoothly down the drainThey go alongside the worries of the day, the stink of anxiety and nerves. All that’s left is the darkness. The warm, comforting darkness.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[menlikeair]

NEW YORK AINT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU. [aidan shaw x fem!afab!reader]

mdni. smut. mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating. intoxication. language. oral m receiving. angst! unprotected sex, aidan is kind of an asshole, be warned.

words: 3.3k

new york city drummed on balmy summer nights and the heat only amplified its pulse. people from all walks of life were carving out their own spaces in a city that never slept.

except for you, alone in your apartment. left to your own devices with nothing but the hum of sparse traffic outside and the patter of rain against your window. it poured heavily and bounced from the pavement, adding a rhythmic backdrop to the humid summer night.

the city seemed to mock your solitude with the straight downpour.

on the other side of chelsea, in stark contrast to your state, aidan stepped out of the club into a relentless sheet of rain, his mind a whirlwind. neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, casting a glow around him.

betrayal still stung, and in true aidan shaw fashion, rain or shine, baby, he had once told you. he kept his promises.

the street bloomed white under two jittered flashes of lightning.

“juliet, give me my sin again!” he shouted, his voice cracked and carried a lazy slur. if you hadn’t known this tone so well, you’d almost mistake it for a teenager shittily spewing out shakespeare in hopes of getting some while his little juliet’s parents weren’t home.

you stepped from the bed and to the window to confirm what you already knew. it only took a small squint through the flowy curtains. it would almost be romantic if he wasn’t sopping wet and pathetic with a cocky shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face as he caught a glimpse of you peering down at him.

you paced down each step before slinging the walk-up apartment’s heavy oak door open.

he leaned forward with both hands against the stairs gate, trying to keep his balance as the water soaked through his clothes and he laughed deeply to himself.

“really cute, but in case you didn’t notice, people live here, romeo.” you hissed and reached down to pull him up the stairs by the collar of his shirt.

aidan trudged up the narrow staircase closely behind you as you stomped. each step creaked under his weight.

“that was stupid, wasn’t even funny,” you mumble and glance at him from over your shoulder as your hands fumble with the keys in the lock.

“i come by it honestly.” he placed his hand over his heart and grinned mockingly.

the air inside your place was thick with the scent of fresh paint and sawdust. remnants of ongoing renovations.

he stumbled slightly, catching himself on the doorframe as he craned his neck to look around you. he surveyed the construction disaster of your so-called ‘living room.’

“well, look at you, little miss la-dee-da.” he pressed past you through the entrance.

“you’re dripping all over my rug,” you muttered from behind him.

“am i?” he sneered back at you.

his gaze flickered to the half-finished bookshelf in the corner.

“i’m quite the handyman, sugar.” he declared as he stripped himself of his jacket and tossed it onto a loveseat sitting awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“could’ve done this for you in a day if you kept me around long enough…” his finger glided over the drywall dust that had collected on a stack of books against the wall before turning to walk closer to you.

“so. what’s new, pussy-cat?”

the tone in his voice seemed to imply he was toying with you. the response was caught in your throat like an air bubble with no escape way.

you studied him quickly, almost obsessively. everything about him was different. they say hair holds memory, and for your own sake, you hoped that had been true. aidan had rid himself of his lengthy cupid curls, and as his broadly toned abdomen pressed against his clinging white dress shirt, you guessed a gym membership was included in the deal.

“what are you doing here, aidan?” you tiredly muttered, trying to hide any expression of shame that dared to ghost across your expression.

“thought i’d see what you were up to, troublemaker.” he grinned deviously, raising his eyebrows as he swayed a bit. he slowly turned on his heels to continue his track around your disastrous living room.

“man, the tunnel! great little place, you been?” he leaned down to pick and prod around at all of the misplaced trinkets on your coffee table. a dull thump of an overplayed club hit rang through his ears, and a few too many straight whiskeys clung to him.

you glanced at him and your mouth fell into a slightly o-shape in a lousy attempt to force the words out of your throat.

the audacity.

you rolled your eyes, “yeah, the tunnel. heard of it.” you mocked back sarcastically.

he hummed in response before letting a short huff of breath out. he turned to face you once again.

“anyway,” he raised his eyebrows and stepped close. too close for comfort. his broad frame towering over you made your heart thump harder and your mouth go dry.

“i think you got some explainin’ to do, little lady.” he expressively pouted his bottom lip.

“you look…different…” you squeaked embarrassingly in response and cleared your throat to divert the attention away from yourself.

“i thought you’d like it.. look like one of those limp-dick wall-street boys you’ve been runnin’ around with lately..” he grinned as his hands wrapped around the small of your waist to manually pull your body closer to his, leaving a suffocatingly insufficient amount of space between the two of you.

his words took you by surprise. on very rare occasions had you heard the man speak with hostility, it just wasn’t his thing, so you wondered why the words left his lips so naturally and smoothly.

“you’re very drunk..” your hands landed on his wide shoulders as you arched your back in a lousy attempt to create any amount of extra space with the man who effortlessly towered over you.

“no, ma, i ain’t.” his deep voice mocked an exaggerated southern drawl as his body leaned closer to dispel the newly added space.

you huffed, exasperated. a strap from your ivory nightdress slipped down your shoulder. you brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and took a step away from his grasp.

images of a night months ago flashed through your mind. you remembered the dull headache that pounded between your eyes as sunlight poured through your apartment's cracked window. slamming doors and jumping up to run to the window, hoarsely yelling out for aidan, to tell him it wasn’t what it looked like.

but it was exactly what it looked like.

some lousy bartender with a pierced eyebrow sprawled across your bed right beside you in his underwear, there was no way to explain.

so, you didn’t.

you took your last look at aidan as he quickly hurried away from your apartment for the last time. until now. no email with an explanation or apology. no phone calls, no letters. and, at last, he was here for his closure.

he stepped away and leaned back against his palms on the island bar that separated your tiny living room and kitchen. an unfamiliarly smug smirk painted across his defined face. you caught a glimpse of his ribcage snugly pressed against the damp white fabric of his dress shirt, the newly toned muscle between each column of bone made your breath hitch. rainwater trickled from his brow onto the linoleum below his feet.

“aidan, i’m sorry,” you muttered apologetically. your expression softened as you searched for the words to explain, “i was very drunk and my friends.. they wouldn’t stop pressuring me.” your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you continued.

“always in my ear about me losing my youth dating someone older, and—”

the shame flashed across your face sent a fresh wave of irritation through him. a deep hum from aidan stopped you and you watched as he tilted his head to the side to examine you. his hard expression didn’t change and your blood went cold as you realized that soft spot in his heart for you had long since turned rock-solid.

he adjusted his hips as his thick length twitched impatiently against his left thigh.

“you left me hangin’, baby, high and dry..”

he sucked his left cheek between his teeth and tsked, glancing down at his feet and he leaned back further against his palms, stretching his toned body.

you threw your hands up with a shrug of your shoulders in defeat “i’m sorry, i don’t know what else to say…”

aidan took one hand he was leaning against and completely grasped around your wrist to pull you a step closer.

“come here. what are you standing so far for?” he relaxed, looking down at you as he examined the surprised micro-expressions lighting your face up. the feeling of your wrist in his hand made his already-drunk thoughts spin. his jaw went slack as his body pressed into you with ease.

“you can’t just do this.” you hoarsely stammered, the pressure around your wrist applying as he pulled you closer.

“do what?” the man grinned against you teasingly. he turned his body and boxed you into the counter, bracketing you against the faux marble.

aidan's broad six-foot-five frame completely engulfed you. his hand released your wrist before snaking around your hips to pull you into his torso.

“busting in like you own the place and—” you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and pressed into him closer, motioning over his body with your eyes

“this.”

you nervously toyed with the neckline of his shirt, slipping your fingers underneath to slide against his collarbone.

aidan’s breath hitched as your fingers traced against him. his eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer. the heat between you was palpable, and every inch of your body was hyper-aware of his proximity.

he ducked his head down and hunched over you, slowly pressing a kiss against your mouth and using his tongue to push through your lips like an intruder. you melted into him. thoughtlessly, like second nature.

and for a sudden, hopeless moment, you missed him. you missed his weight against you. his lips on yours just like this, slacking your jaw to allow his hot tongue to slip against yours as his hungry hands palmed your ass through a thin and nearly iridescent night dress.

you felt his thickness twitch against you, behind the constricting material of his tightening dress pants.

you were drunk on the way he smelled.

it was overtly masculine, everything about him was and always had been. heavy, earthy, and warm, the tinge of whiskey lingered on his lips and the scent of oak on his skin long after he’d left his workshop.

he pulled away to step forward, guide you into the living room, and sit in the heavy oak chair he’d designed with his own hands, sprawled back cockily. it creaked beneath his weight.

go on, baby.

you didn’t know whether it was his husky voice that had commanded you or your subconscious guiding you to pay your karma, but you obliged.

watching him loosen his belt, you lowered yourself to your knees and scooted forward.

“pretty girl,” he muttered to himself and tsked his tongue against his teeth in thought.

“you hurt me, you know that?” he felt better when he wasn’t made of steel with you.

his head tilted to the side to examine your flushed face and you instinctively pulled him out of his boxers. you craned your neck forward to trail a lick up the underside of his cock. his familiarity and warmth made heat coil low in your belly, pooling wet and anxious between your legs. he held you off, just enough so that he could watch you struggle forward trying to take him into your mouth fully.

he twitched against your tongue, huffing out a sharp breath. the uneven hitch of his breath urged you to continue and you take him into your mouth further. your throat constricted wildly, and he hissed through his teeth.

the two of you belonged to each other once again, the salvia pooling in your mouth, running down his length as your mouth and lips did the apologizing that your words couldn’t, belonged to him. his hand at the back of your head which felt like security, raising his hips to fuck up into your mouth. his groans belonged to you, just as they always had.

you whimpered softly as he tugged your hair to pull you from his flushed cock. a line of spit hung off your bottom lip, sticking to your chin. you wiped away tears from your clumped eyelashes with the back of your hand and sunk your teeth into your plump bottom lip eagerly. the need to please him was sudden and violent. his strong hand caught in the soft tangle of your hair.

his face was stricken with an expression you couldn’t quite grasp. with his nostrils flared and jaw clenched, you could recognize anger. but his softened gaze and furrowed eyebrows felt like sincerity, guilt. he couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck a lousy apology out of you or send you to bed and leave as if nothing had ever happened in his drunken haze.

he used his large hand to wrap around his shaft and drag his slick tip against your open lips before pulling you down onto him once again.

your apology was warm around him, pressing up against the back of your throat.

it hurt in the way it was supposed to hurt — your guilt scorching away inside you.

he forced you down, filling your mouth with his cock, tears clouded your vision. your whimpers were garbled, broken things around his cock.

he’d been the one to teach you how to take it without a fuss, maybe he didn’t hear you over the resounding crashes of thunder and your window rattling on his hinges. couldn’t see the tears welling when you fluttered your eyes open up to him as he tilted his head back against the chair in a guilt-stricken haze of pleasure.

his gaze fell onto you, and his strong hand released the grasp on your hair.

“come here.” the man muttered, motioning you up with his head.

your fingers hooked at the straps of the flowing night-dressed and it fell to pool around your ankles. you stepped out of it, slipped onto his lap to straddle him, and closed your eyes as you sunk onto him with ease. he didn’t give you time to adjust to him before he rocked his hips to fill you completely.

a sharp hiss of an inhale left through your teeth as his tip reached far deeper than you had been used to in your time apart.

he leaned forward and groaned against your warm skin as his hips guided themselves upwards, he closed his eyes. his hands grasp around your waist to steady you and hold you in place as your legs shook in response. his head dipped down and his lips and tongue sloppily grazed your nipple.

“ ‘m sorry. ” your words left your lips like a soft cry as his cock reached deeply inside you, making your head fall backward, torso and breasts arching further against his mouth.

“you’re always doin’ shit you need to be sorry for.” he grunted into your skin and pulled you from his cock with both hands on the sides of your waist. he angled himself back and slowly rocked into you with a moan.

“gotta have the patience of a fuckin’ saint with you.” his jaw clenched as his thrusts went harder, deeper than you could handle.

you whined, an attempt to writhe away from him, but it was no use. you were his, and his strong hands around you made it impossible to lift yourself from him. your fingers dug into his wide shoulders over the translucent material of his damp shirt.

“it’s too much, it’s—” you took a ragged gasp as he pressed deep inside, screwing your eyes tightly shut.

he leaned closer as your body cautiously moved up and down.

any expression of guilt or shame had long been replaced by something else. anger, hunger, and he wanted you to feel it.

“it hurts, baby? does it?” he tilted his head with his slack jaw, a ghost of a smirk tugged the corner of his lip while watching you nod weakly through half-lidded eyes.

his free hand reached between you to draw slow circles against your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.

“how bad does it hurt?” he sneered at you. his words were like venom. any ounce of sympathy had long since flown out of the window by now. he hoped it hurt.

at least this is the type of pain you could contort and manipulate into some kind of unsettling pleasure. you should consider yourself lucky.

he pressed further and you arched forward with a gasp, your lips trembled as they tried to form words that were no longer there, letting out a desperate sequence of moans, whimpers, and sobs. you answered his thrusts with weak rolls of your hips, pulsing around him. enveloping him. your body seemed to respond with a will of its own.

you thread your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. you leaned forward to kiss him, sloppily and still salty from his pre-cum. your surrender was sweet on his tongue and he trapped it in his mouth, it belonged to him, anyway.

his thumb continued its path against your clit, spelling his name against you slowly, long and drawn out so you wouldn’t forget.

you were close, desperately so, and your hand slipped down to brace yourself against his chest. you pant into his mouth, sinking and drawing him further inside. he buried his face into your neck, and rocked his hips against you. he felt your throat constrict, your breasts heaving against his chest as he lazily worked his name against your clit with the pad of his thumb, over and over.

you kept making those pretty sounds, clasping your fingers into his hair and holding yourself steady on his broad chest. his orgasm convulsed through him as he moaned, a ripping noise from his mouth that ricocheted through his brain and against the thin skin of your neck. he rocked unthinkingly into you, riding out the rolling tremors that racked his body.

aidan swallowed unevenly, his breath escaping his swollen lips in shaky bursts. his thumb left your swollen clitoris. you whined sweetly in response, trying to rock yourself against his toned naval for any kind of friction. the constricting tightness as you wordlessly begged for more made his hips jolt in over-sensitivity. the feeling dizzied him, striking into the sides of his skull.

he braced himself and stands with your legs wrapped around his waist.

he carried you through the hallway effortlessly and laid you onto the unmade bed with ease.

when he pulled out, you whined and writhed in discomfort, the feeling of anxious excitement pooled somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach. you wanted him, his hungry mouth against you, coaxing you to an undeserving climax with his tongue. not tonight.

he dropped his pants around his ankles and stepped out. from his thighs, he pulled the elastic waistband of his boxers back around his hips snugly and tugged the uncomfortably damp shirt over his head.

aidan watched as he leaked from between your legs, coating your inner thighs. he reached between to gather a bit of it. he brought his two middle fingers up to press past your lips and onto your tongue, watching intently through bleary eyes as you suck him clean.

with a soft groan, he laid down to pull you onto your side and flush against him. he wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. you leaned forward to press a ghost of a kiss against his neck.

every breath you took sent the thud of your heartbeat thumping through your head.

you could feel the man radiating heat, his eyes fluttered closed tiredly. you listened intently to the rapid thrum of his heart against his chest.

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Corin Wickes Headcanons

Yeah I’m doing Corin too, sue me

How’s that undiagnosed anxiety disorder treating you queen?

But in all seriousness she really should get that shit diagnosed

Unfortunately she can’t for one major reason: her parents

Corin is not only homeschooled, but currently lives with her parents who aren’t exactly the best people

I mean the girl literally apologizes for existing, her parents aren’t treating her right

Her parents applied to Victoria Housekeeping for her under the assumption it would teach her discipline and manners and whatnot

Within the first week of Corin being there, Lycaon realized what was going on between Corin and her parents and vowed to be a better, more caring role model for her

He has her working the most out of everyone else

A normal person would hate having such a busy work schedule but Corin loves having so much freedom at her job

She also enjoys the opportunity to be helpful, useful, and making a difference within the organization

Like? No one yells at her? Or insults her? Or is stuffy and stringent the way her parents are? Sure, being a maid entails certain kinds of rigidity and strictness, but to Corin, the way Victoria Housekeeping Co operates is the biggest breath of fresh air she’s had in her whole life

Corin is obviously not allowed to have weapons at home, so Lycaon lets her store her sawblade within one of the many safe houses their company owns. Just like how Lycaon gifted Ellen her shears, Corin’s sawblade is also a gift from him

She originally had it outfitted with the same ice technology his boots and Ellen’s shears have, but kept slipping on the ice it created, and also had a harder time sawing through things in her path from how slippery the ice made everything. So, with Lycaon’s permission, she removed the feature altogether and made it a normal saw.

You’d think a girl so frail and timid and the epitome of cringefail girlfail sopping wet cat would also be physically weak. You’d be wrong

I mean it’s already canon her and Ellen are the strongest when it comes to pure physical damage, as evident by Corin’s introduction in Nekomata’s quest, as well as the entirety of chapter 3.

Corin says it has something to do with genetics probably, something about her dad being a former performing strong man or something

Corin also internally explodes every time Ellen compliments her on her strength. It doesn’t happen a lot, but when it does, Corin loses it

Has the BIGGEST crush on Ellen and is 100% not normal about it

Like, hello? She’s a sheltered girl with strict parents who now gets to see arguably the coolest person ever (in her eyes) on a daily basis

Corin is even more nervous around Ellen than most people for obvious reasons

She also damn near had a heart attack when Ellen passed out in front of her the first time. She grabbed so many pillows, several water bottles, four different sport and energy drinks, several protein efficient snacks, and even had a first aid kit at the ready just in case

Ellen normally hates it when people get fussy over her passing out, but considering this was the first time Corin had seen it, and the fact Corin went overboard in trying to help, Ellen let it slide

Now whenever Ellen crashes, Corin is the first one to make sure she’s okay before carrying on with her work

Ellen also knows it’s Corin who leaves candy and lollipops on the pillow next to her for when she wakes back up

Corin has since stopped worrying about Ellen every time she crashes, but insists to the point of threatening others with her sawblade that she be the one to see to it that Ellen is comfortable

There was once an incident where Corin, distracted from Ellen walking into the room, cut her hand whilst repairing her sawblade. She then bore witness to both Lycaon and Rina holding a suddenly frenzied Ellen back, who was fixated on nothing but the blood dripping from Corin’s palm. Lycaon took Corin out of the room to attend to her injury once Rina was successfully able to knock Ellen unconscious.

Ellen spent the next week apologizing to Corin and explaining how her shark thiren instincts are hard to control. Corin accepted every apology, but frankly didn’t need one, because that incident was probably the most exhilarating thing to happen to her outside of hollow missions with the company

Ellen was fixated on nothing but her in that moment, which did wonders for Corin’s fragile nonexistent ego

Every time Ellen interacts with her in any capacity, Corin gets major butterflies

Ellen insists Corin doesn’t need to refer to her as “Miss Ellen” but Corin disagrees. Corin thinks Miss Ellen absolutely needs to be treated like royalty

Corin would quite literally die for Ellen. Corin fell for her, and she fell HARD

Corin keeps a small box under her bed full of trinkets she likes. So far the only occupants of said box are buttons from her first teddy bear, and the metal piece shaped like a bear that Ellen bit into shape for Corin

Ellen is indirectly to thank for Corin’s fashion sense as well. At one point the shark girl mentioned how the Victoria Housekeeping Co uniforms were “giving Lolita menhera Jfashion” to Lycaon in passing, causing Corin to look up the style on Inter Knot (on one of the work computers, no way her parents let her have one of her own) and falling in love with it immediately

Corin already had quite a bit of sewing experience having been taught home ec by her mother, so it was no surprise she picked up outfit and plushie making very easily

She’s responsible for a lot of the accessories the company wears on their uniforms. She enjoyed making the bows and jaw head and neck piece for Ellen the most. Obviously.

Ellen often rambles to Corin about school and work related stuff. Corin soon realizes that she’s the only one Ellen does this to.

“Why?” She’d ask Ellen at one point during one of their conversations. “You’re a good listener. Plus, you give better advice than Lycaon and Rina combined.”

How Ellen didn’t notice how red her face got in that moment, Corin has no idea

Lycaon often contracts Corin longer hours than need be. Corin insists she can work the full duration, but Lycaon always makes some excuse about having enough help already, and that she should just go on a break, and that he’d clock her out, etc etc

Lycaon you ain’t slick we all know you’re doing it so this girl can actually go out and do things she enjoys

Corin has no idea that that’s the actual case, but she’s certainly grateful with how much free time Lycaon allows her

When their schedules line up, Ellen even invites Corin out for boba or lunch with her friend group

Corin is almost always quiet during these meetings, not wanting to intrude on Ellen’s quality time with her friends, but to her utter shock, Ellen is constantly making sure Corin is included in the conversation

Corin, being the sheltered kid, also hasn’t tried enough things, so of course Ellen insists on getting her fun snacks and roping her into seeing a movie or going to an arcade with her friend group

Corin gets so wrapped up in it all that by the time she gets home, she misses it immensely

Work is always “good”, when her parents ask. They never press for details thankfully due to Corin and Lycaon both making up an excuse that maid work is private, there’s NDA stuff involved, blah blah blah

Eventually Corin is able to buy her own cell phone with her salary. Her parents don’t know about it.

Her parents don’t know a lot of things about her, including the fact she’s actually been able to experience a normal teenage girl’s life for awhile now

Lycaon always insists that if Corin ever feels her parents are too much, she’ll always have a permanent home in Victoria Housekeeping Co. Corin gets closer and closer to accepting that offer every day.