#sugar daddy ru

[jkgnggj]

I was having a convo with @yellowheartz earlier today abt how all of my coms are money well spent and then they say this and then I find it so funny I tell @lu-kario and she says this...

They call me pimp ru 😎

[daddy-suguru]

she’s mine and oh so fine

Your lacking of confidence just won't do. Not when you should know how beautiful you are.

✑ tags: f!insecure!reader, begging, praise, dacryphilia, Eren call you sugar mama since you give him that sweet pussy, edging, mirror sex, doggy style, mating press, lingerie, daddy/doll/crybaby (used affectionately), teasing/some embarrassment, just the tip, vibrating wand, homemade smut video, overstimulation, mind-break, brat used affectionately, squirting, cockwarming

✑ reposting from my banned page

Toji

Every teasing, slow roll of his hips through your slick lips stops just shy of your clit. Your pussy throbs from the ache. Fluttering every time his tip caught on your Toji when he pushes his cock up.

You're making his cock throb, displaying your pussy to him in a mating press. With your sheer skirt bunched up around your squishy hips. While the lace of your top cupping your breasts, giving him glimpses of your nipples.

Splaying his fingers on your navel, pressing down. Whining, pouting as Toji shakes his head, more long strands of his dark hair falling into his dark chocolate eyes. Assuring you,

"Beg and Daddy will make it happen. I promise you, I'll take good care of you doll and your princess pussy." Tears blur Toji hovering over you, roll down your cheeks. Fumbling over your words, pleading,

"Please Daddy!" Your thick voice scraping your ears. Biting your bottom lip, trying to grind your pussy on his cock. Desperate for him to rub your clit just once. His weight keeps you from doing more than trembling.

Smirking while insisting, "I can't tell what my sexy crybaby needs unless you say it." Closing your eyes, heat flushes through your body. Lifting his cock up, slapping your pussy roughly, pressing his large palm against your pussy.

Soothing the sting as he grinds his palm on your clit. Reminding you, "I love the look on your face when you beg. Look me in the eye." Smearing your slick along his cock, twisting his fist and groaning,

"I'll jerk off over your pussy and go watch tv if you take too long to beg." Rubbing your nipple through the lace. The warmth of his touch seeping through.

Yet without his roughness of calloused fingertips, it isn't enough. Arching into his hand, he pulls away. Requesting with a breathy whine,

"Take my lingerie off, please Daddy." He waits and you ramble, "I want to feel your large, rough hands on my body while you fuck me." Pushing your hips down, as he lines himself up.

Relaxing into the bed, groaning as he rolls his hips slowly. Nudging his cock past your lips. Pulling away when you try to take more than his tip. Whining,

"Please, I begged!" You're too perfect not to keep teasing. Greeting him at the door in a white lacy, flowy baby doll lingerie. The moment he saw you, flustered and dressed up for him. With your panties already soaking wet.

Massaging your nipple, while deciding, "Can't, you're too beautiful dolled up. And I'm already fucking you with just my tip. What more do you want?" Dipping his head, sucking on your other tit. Sucking softly, pressing the soft lace into your nipple.

Satoru

Swirling the wand on your clit, sending intense pleasurably painful waves throughout your body. While Satoru's tight grip on your hip keeps you from pulling away.

Turning the intensity of the wand up as you cum. Quivering, and mewling, while fat tears roll down your face, tugging on his hand. Whining,

"Can't Ru! Please give me a break! I-!" Your words become incoherent moans as it getting harder to think. Your brain failing to do more than process the overwhelming feeling Satoru is endlessly building.

Drawing another orgasm from you despite your belief that you can't cum again so soon. It's like your pussy won't stop, thick clear cum gushing from between your thighs.

Soaking Satoru's long, veiny cock, which jerks upwards inside of you. His tip rubbing your cervix. "Fuck I love feel your pussy throbbing around my cock when your squirt." Your mouth drops open, and he can barely make out his name.

Satoru chuckles, his chest rumbling. He croons. "I told you either you would give in and tell me how beautiful you are. Or I would break your silly little mind. Now tell me, who's a pretty stubborn brat for me?"

The moment he saw that doubting look you had cast on yourself in the mirror. He refused to let it go. You are going to see yourself through his eyes.

After relentless compliments and kisses failed, Satoru playing videos of you, making you watch while he gets you drunk off pleasure, overstimulating you till your stubborn mind breaks. And you give in.

Babbling the words, "I'm your beautiful stubborn brat! Please I'm so pretty getting my pussy stuffed with your long, yummy cock. Need you Ru!" He pulls the wand off your pussy, clicks it off, throwing it back onto the bed.

You can't look away from the tv. Showing one of many videos of you getting pounded from Satoru's point of view. Jealousy flickers through you as you watch Satoru grab your wrist in the video. Using it to fuck himself into you harder, deeper.

The mix of groans and squelch of your pussy is softer than your loud cries as you whine, "Please want to be your pretty cum stuffed brat!" Lifting you off his cock, throwing you onto your back. He grabs your thighs, and yanks your hips to the edge of his bed.

Grabbing his cock, lining himself up. Admitting "I've jerked off to that video more than any other. Porn is so boring now. Only the sight of your pretty face and wet pussy can make me cum. I should send you those cum shots more often. Make sure you never have a chance to ever stubbornly doubt how sexy you are."Nudging his hot head through your lips, rubbing your clit. Then sliding himself back down, rolling his hips forward.

Eren

Slipping his fingers out of you, spreading them apart. While watching your slick stretch till it breaks between his fingers. As you whine into the blanket, Eren smacks roughly smack both cheeks.

Softly rubbing the stinging handprints in between each hit. Until you reach back, and he grabs your wrist. Tugging your face out of the blanket, pulling your ass flush against his thighs.

Eren smirks at the sight of your tears. In any other situation, he would worry. In the bedroom is the only time he strove to make you cry. Your whines are so much sweeter when you're overstimulated. Crying that he's too much.

Commanding in his deep, smooth voice, "Sugar mama you better watch me when I'm fucking into your thick head how beautiful you are." Squeezing your hip. Sliding his hand up to your breasts.

Softly massaging one of your nipples. Wrapping his other hand around his cock, slowly pumping his fist. Smearing your slick over his head before lining himself up. Demanding,

"Admit it." There is a burning heat between your lungs unlike anything else before. Every time Eren would stop, it grew. Leaving you wound up so tightly if he touches your pussy again, you'd burst.

Studying yourself in the mirror. Your messy face smudged with lipstick and running mascara. There is a needy desperation in your tearful eyes. And your quivering body bent over in front of Eren screams submission.

Caving, admiring yourself in the mirror. Breathing, "I'm a beautiful woman." Looking into Eren's hooded green eyes while pleading, "I said it! Please just let me cum on your cock" He lines his cock up, swirling his tip. Not even giving you half of his head.

Crying loudly, " I can't wait anymore longer it hurts. I need to cum. I'm the prettiest girlfriend you've ever had. And one day I'll be your sexy baby mama." Hot tears trickle down your cheeks. And your lips part in an o as Eren slowly pushes his hips forward.

Shoving his cock deeper, watching your pussy spread. Groaning, "That my sexy sweet baby mama. Hmmmnn I love spitting her open, watching my cock sink deep into your pussy. So soft and wet.” Grinding his hips against your, rubbing his head against your sponges cervix.

Eren grabs your throat, pressing his fingers in tightly. Keeping your body from boucing forward from the force of his thrust. Eren groans,

“Made to take my fat cock, I’m fillin’ her up perfectly." Sliding his hand down from your chest to your hip. Holding your body tightly to his, as he moves off the bed. Standing in front of the mirror, holding you off the floor.

Smirking as he marvels at the sight of your body held against his. Sliding his hand down to your thigh. Lifting your thigh, showing your stuffed pussy. And his dripping wet balls.

Insisting, "Look at her, so fuckin' sexy!" His voice drops. "Sugar mama tell Daddy what you see." Pulling his hips back, till his head almost slips out. He stays with his the tip inside your throbbing pussy. Waiting for your answer.

Kento

Clenching Kento's fingers as he massages your g-spot with two large fingers. Rubbing slow, soft circles into your sore clit. Fresh fat tears roll down your cheeks while your cream gushes into Kento's hand.

Crying, yanking on Kento's tie, which binds you to his headboard. He demands, "Say the number brat." Sucking on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Twisting your hips, ripping your clit from his mouth. Without slipping his fingers all the way out.

Kento easily shoves your hips back into place with one large hand. Slipping a third finger past your lips while you whine, "Fiiiveee!" His thick fingers, stroking your squishy insides. Stretching you out as much as his cock.

Pleading with Kento, "Can't cum! Daddy please I can't cum again." Pumping his fingers faster, making a loud squelch fill his bedroom. Rubbing quick soft circles into your clit. The pleasurable pain twisting the ball in your gut tighter.

Reminding you with a sharp tone, "Brat you don't get to call me that." Moving his thumb from your clit. Wrapping his lips around your clit, spelling his name into your clit. Lingering the last letter.

Quickly apologizing, "Sorry sir. I'm sorry I-fuuuck!" The string of moans has Kento smirking. "It's hard to! Kento! Please fuck! It's aah- want your cock. Please I'm pretty, that's why you can't keep your hands offffff meee! Please! I can't!" Thick clear slick gushes from your pussy.

Kento replaces his fingers with his tongue. Loudly groaning as he slurps your cum. Which keeps squirting onto his face, as your pussy spasms around his tongue. Your body goes limp, unable to run away from Kento's tongue.

Slowly pulling away as you slick trickles down to a drip. He croons, "That wasn't so hard was it my love? You should know how breathtaking you are.” Kissing your clit. “Such pretty pussy and it’s all for daddy isn’t it?”

Mikasa

Groping her soft breast while pumping the dildo past her lips. You want to touch her, to feel her plush, heavy tits. Her pale pink nipples puffy and suck-able. Begging Mikasa,

"Pleassee don't make me. I won't talk about myself like that again. Even as a joke. Please baby girl." Your pussy drips onto the chair. Mikasa has you tied up too. Using thick black rope that you normally would tie her up with.

Mikasa's lips curl into a soft smile as she insists, "Keep begging. It's pointless. You know what I need to hear." Pulling the dildo out of her pussy. Her thick pink lips glistening with her cream. While her puffy pink clit is just begging for attention.

Leaning forward, rocking your hips, trying to rub your clit on the chair. Aching for any stimulation for your dripping pussy. Pleading with her, "I want to bury my face between your beautiful thighs. Lick your pretty pussy clean. You can sit on my face and smother me with your cum."

"I'll sit on your face when you tell me how gorgeous you are. Tell me my favorite parts about you." Mikasa used to get flustered so easily when both of you first got together. Your favorite way of teasing was telling her in just how breathtaking her body is. While having her beg using those same compliments for herself.

Mikasa stands up, as you confess, "You love how sweet my pussy taste. That's why you can't get your head out from between my legs. I love sixty-nine-ing with you so we can eat each other's sexy, soft yummy pussies." She closes the small space between the bed and chair. She holds her drenched dildo above your head, some of her slick drips off onto your bottom lip.

Licking your lips, groaning at the sweet taste of her pussy covering your tongue. She groans, "Good girl, I'll squirt on your beautiful face after you clean this up for me." She lowers the dildo as you part your lips. For her to slip her toy past, licking her cum off happily.

Shoko

Pinning your thighs with her own. While holding your hand above your head. Shoko rocks her hips, stuffing your pussy and her own with the double-ended dildo. When her soft warm pussy touches you, she grinds her hips.

Rubbing her puffy clit against yours, driving you closer to the peak you're craving. Shoko lifts her hips up, pulling the dildo out of you. Which she grabs, pumping into her pussy. Letting go of both of your hands, she rubs her clit.

Giving herself a few strokes, she creams, her pussy dripping onto yours. Cupping her heavy breasts, softly massaging them as they spill through your fingers. Sucking one of her soft nipples, flicking it with her tongue.

Looking up at Shoko and slipping her nipple out of your mouth. Begging her, "Mommy please let me cum. I was wrong. I'm sorry I'm your beautiful baby girl. My pussy is soft, warm and wet. Want you to fuck her till she squirts. Pleasee!" She pulls her dildo out of her with a soft squelch. And climbs off you, letting you stretch your legs out.

Turning the dildo around, stuffing the end soaked in her cum past your lips. While you moan, "Mommy take care of my pretty pussy." She lays down next to you, partly hovering over you. Her breasts are so close to your face.

Wrapping your lips around her soft pink nipples, softly suckling and groaning. Shoko rolls on top of you. While you cup her other breasts, and she pumps the dildo faster. Rubbing the faux cock head against your sweet spot before hitting your sponge cervix.

Shoko moans, "Fuck, suck Mommy tits just like that. Hmm I can feel every flick of your tongue in my clit. You're so beautiful, baby girl."

Suguru

Shifting your hips, Suguru pinches your nipples. Rocking your hips forward, desperate to feel Suguru's cock drag along your squishy pussy. He tugs your nipples till you still your hips.

Reminding you, "Stay still princess. Until you tell me how beautiful you are, you can't move on my cock. Instead I want to hear you tell me how thankful you are I'm letting you sit on it." Sliding his hand down over your the shape of your body.

Lightly dragging his nails, making you squirm. His cock head rubbing against your spongy cervix. As you whimper,

"I'm tired of cock warming! I need you to let me cum, need to move. Please! Daddy I won't do it again! Please I need my pussy pounded!" Grabbing your hips, his large hand and strong grasp reducing the shifting of your hips.

Suguru strokes achingly slow circles into your clit. He promises, "As much as I want to fuck my fat cock into your soft pretty princess pussy, I can't let you get away with your earlier behavior." Lifting you off his cock, while reminding you.

"Only good girls to get cum and ride Daddy's cock." Biting into your bottom lip, too stubborn to cave in just yet. But when his cock slips out, you break instantly. Crying,

"I sorry daddy, I'll do better! Don't take away your cock! Need you to fill me up. Please pound your pretty princess pussy." Suguru sits you back down, his cock hanging between his parted legs. Which your legs dangle on either side of. Keeping spread apart.

Looking up at Suguru, pleading with him, "I won't talk bad about myself again! Please I'm your lovely goddess with a pussy you should worship instead of teasing." Pouting, he smiles as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

Lifting your hips, lining his cock up and sinking you down on himself. Wrapping his hand around your throat and standing up. Tightly cutting off your air, as he stands up.

Tangling your fingers into his hair, loosening up his messy bun. Your feet dangling off the floor. All you can hold on to is Suguru, who warns you,

"Can't run away now. You want me to pound your pretty princess pussy, worship it? Then don't cry it's too much and take it all like a good girl. And don't ever disrespect yourself again, you should know how beautiful you are mama."

✑ all works

[wallyworst]

do u wanna date

ru gna sugar daddy forme?

[800-dick-pics]

yall ignorant ass non hoes literally dont know what the fuck "sugar baby" or "sugaring" is or means

like no its no easy money, yes this is a form of full service sex work, you dont wanna be a sex worker? or maybed you dont even like the whores?! then stfu about "oh i wish a SD/SM would just spoil me for being cute" Spoiled for being cute is getting a $5 tip from a loyal fan for posting full nudes on twitter, spoiled for being cute DOES NOT PAY YOUR BILLS OR BUY YOU NICE THINGS!

and if were being 100% transparent! only thin white conventially atractive make the real figures in ALL areas of SW

[thirsttrapholland]

When did I stop caring about being late for work?

It is 8:56. I'm supposed to be there at 9. I'm still at the train station. There was a train on the platform as I was coming down the escalators. I probably could have made it if i had run. But I cba to run for a train to take me to a job I don't want to go to in the first place.

[kookooq]

RU REALLY SAID "do you like twinks" with her WHOLE CHEST

[heykittygorls]

I don't have a sugar daddy, I've never had a sugar daddy, if I wanted a sugar daddy, yes, I probably could go out and get one because I am what? Sickening. You could never have a sugar daddy because you.are.not.that.kind.of.girl. Baby everything I have I have worked for and I have got myself. I've built myself from the ground up... BITCH! [throws drink]

[rogermyreligion]

Rage Nights

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader.

Summary: Roger is your loving sugar daddy and he knows how to calm you down when you are in a rage.

Warnings: Daddy kink, pet names, fingering, slight smut.

Word count: 1,7k

The sound of the slamming door was the thing that made Roger almost fall of his armchair in the bedroom. He was peacefully reading a book with a glass of whiskey in the another hand. Waiting for you to come back from work as he always does.

You were in such an enormous rage that you didn't even bother on hang up your coat, you just toss it somewhere in the couch, you did the same with your bag. Roger could hear your shuffling towards the bedroon door, sighing and cursing to yourself as you walked into the room.

"Hi you," he said with a cute smile from his spot on the armchair, putting his book and glass on the little table to bring all his attention to you instead.

You ignored him, not on purpose, but whatever it come out of your mouth it'll be in form of a yelling, and you didn't want to yell at him. You wandered inside the wardrobe looking for something more comfy to wear. All your movements were full of irritation, slamming drawers here and there, tossing clothes to the floor when you picked up something you didn't like it and fussing about it.

Roger stood up from his place and started to walk slowly towards you and your rage, “Tough day? Do you want me to give you a massage?” he said softly, putting his palms on your stiff shoulders.

You shuggred violently and he took his hands away quickly, "I fucking hate him!" You finally blurted as you turned on your heels to face him, your cheeks were angry red.

"Who?" He cracked a brow up.

"My boss! That bloody rat," you turned around again to keep looking for some clothes, "Always pissing me off!"

He giggled with his mouth close, somehow he always gets amuse by your rage and angriness, "So, he's the reason for your wildness now?" He cooed slightly.

You drifted your head when you heard him, "I'm good! I'm just fine!" Your tone of voice was loud and annoying in comparison to Roger's which was soft and sooth.

“That look in your eyes means nothing good,” he cupped your cheeks and you stayed still, looking druggily into his blue eyes.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance as you huffed in front of his face.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, princess.” his gentle voice went straight to your chest, hearing his voice was very calming, it always makes your heart do a flip. His thumbs brushing your cheeks.

You finally come back to the ground, your neck now loosen, your jaw was no longer clenching with fury, it was just you listening to his melodic voice.

You gave up your rage, "I'm so sorry," you sighed exhausted, leaning closer to hug him like a lost puppy.

"It's alright, do you want me to make you more relaxed?” he suggested as his fingers danced in your scalp, “I could make you feel better and you know it.”

You thought about it, you were tired, you could just lay down and fall asleep but he had so much influence on you that you couldn't help yourself. You were already imagining all kinds of ways he would use to relaxed you, and you were starting to feel the heat down your thighs.

You hummed something, "Please," you whispered on his chest as he played with the hem of your blouse. You wer nudging and rolling your hips with anticipation.

"That's my girl," he grinned as he gave your bum a gentle smack that made you jump a bit, "Lay down for me," he indicated, leading you towards the big, fancy bed.

You did as he said, kicking your shoes away, he placed himself beside you. You were on your back, he was just sitting, his hand started to roam your waist, feeling the heat of your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he took off your blouse and unzipped your jeans. You helped him to took them off too.

He growled and flashed you a smirk at the sight of you, almost naked, all your body was his property and you loved that (and so does he). He was enjoying your face of uncertainty while your ankles rubbed just out of anxiety, waiting for his next movements.

His hand went straight to your clothed tits, squeezing softly each one, rubbing over the material, "So pretty, and all mine," he whispered as he took of your bra, leaving your tits all spread, ready for him to touch them.

You were shivering under his touch, his hands were curious and slow, exploring every piece of skin. He loved touch you like he has never touch you before, finding new spots that make you squirm, whine or moan. Goosegumps formed all over you as his hand ghosted around your lower belly.

He swirled your both nipples with his fingers, he bit his lower lip with a loud slick noise as he kept his handwork, toying with your nipples in the most seductive way. Your legs seem to spread apart on their own fruition and you whined at his delicious torture, wanting him to take the hint and take care of your now wet panties.

“Oh, I love that sound you make,” he left a chuckled as his eyes found your legs, "Look at you, spreading your legs just because me touching your tits," his voice was hoarse, "So needy for Daddy, i can feel how wet you are without even touch your young pussy,"

"Mmmh," you whimpered as he pinched your sensitive nipple.

He groaned as he leaned down to kiss each nipple, he kept the eye contact with you, "Let's see what we have down here," his hand trailed down your stomach, tickling you as you squirmed, reaching your panties as he traced one finger over your wet spot, the touch made you gasp heavily.

"Please," you gasped as you buckled your hips to meet his finger.

"So wet, i knew it," he took off your panties, torturously slow, the cool air crushing with your glistening folds, "That's why i love you so much," he spread the wetness all over your slit and then he brought his finger to his mouth.

"Rog, please," you begged, you could feel your clit already throbbing.

He sucked his fingers clean, releasing them with a 'pop' "You taste so sweet, want me to keep going? how do we ask nicely?" He sent you a knowing smile. He wanted to hear you beg.

"Please, Daddy please," you tilted your head to the side, looking at him as your hips buckled in the air, desesperate to grind with something.

"Good. Don't worry baby, i won't keep you waiting, not today," his fingers landed on your clit, drawing circles in an expertly way, "I want to relax you as much as posible,"

Your back arched, "O-oh god, thank you Daddy," you moaned, enjoying his fingers, swinging your hips to add more pleasure.

He just smiled smugly, knowing you were enjoying it, knowing you were his beautiful baby girl. His fingers sped up as you were a moaning mess, your orgasm was close and more close each time as your toes curled into the mattress.

You grabbed the sheets with your fists, "M-more daddy, please," you left a beautiful whine.

Your noises were music for his ears, "You are so cute when you are begging," he sank a finger into you, groaning as his free hand started to rub your clit again, he pumped his finger in and out of you with a steady pace. His fingers rubbing your front wall just perfect.

You were keen by his fingers, "Fuck," you moaned, you were already seeing stars, he was applying the right amount of pleasure. He was so focused on your cunt, focused on your reaction, focused on the sounds you were making. You were melting on the bed because of him.

"Close? You're clenching so tight, c'mon kitten, let it go," his movementes were firmly and frenetic as you were squirming under his hands. Slick noises here and there.

Your mouth was slighly open, your eyes shut as you were exploding on his fingers. You reached your high releasing a loud moan, licking your lips as he got you off your orgasm, shooting you with soft praises. He bend down to give your folds a big lap after kissing your clit, he trailed a path of kisses until he reached your face. You were giggling as you tried to breath properly.

"So dopey because of your orgasm," he cooed followed by a slight laugh, "Feeling better?" He pressed his lips to your neck, nibbling very softly.

"Mhm," you hummed giddily as you nodded, "So much better," your hand found his neck.

He smiled on your skin, "Glad to hear that, i hate when my kitten is all bothered and annoyed," he lifted his head to place a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"I guess i'm going to came home all annoyed with more frequency," you shot him a playful wink as he tickled your neck with his beard.

"You better not," he warned with a groan, "I didn't like it when you rolled your eyes at me like a child, good for you that i was in a good mood, maybe next time i'll give you a punishment,"

You bit your lower lip as you chuckled, playing with the buttom of his shirt, "Maybe i want to be punished," you purred, playing with him.

He growled, "You're such a bad kitten," he buried his face on your neck again.

"But you love it," you whispered with a giggle.

"Mhm, yeah," he placed a last wet kiss on your skin before look at your face, “Come on, let’s take a nice bath together,” he patted your thigh as he stood up to look for some comfy pyjama for you.

You shot him a playful pout as he toss some clothes for you, "Kitten doesn't want a bath, kitten wants daddy,"

"You can get daddy in the shower,"

"Well in that case," you stood up and walked pass him, swinging your hips in front of him, "I feel like having a nice bath," you giggled.

His eyes were lost on your movements as he started to laugh, "You're dangerous, you need to behave," he approached, his hands trying to reach your waist.

"Make me," you whispered as you walked out of the room, slipping away.

Masterlist

[btsmosphere]

Hey Ru! I wanted to start by saying a massive congratulations on your milestone. Here’s to many more. Could I please request yoongi with the prompt “Bro $200? You’re not a sugar daddy you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy” thank you! :D

~summary: Yoongi can only resist you for so long when you insist on staying late in his genius lab with that quick-witted mouth. Yoongi x reader Prompt: bro $200? You’re not a sugar daddy you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy ~word count: 596 ~friends to lovers, idol au, humour Rating: pg13 Warnings: mentions sugar daddies?? ~a/n: Elle, thank you so much!! Love you lots and I hope you enjoy your drabble!

“Just go home if you’re so tired.”

Quickly snapping your mouth shut mid-yawn, you shot a glare at Yoongi’s back. The tapping of his keys never ceased as he stayed bent over his desk.

“I don’t wanna,” you grumbled, sliding further down the sofa.

“You could at least sound a bit more eager to be here, this is the genius lab after all.”

“Yoongi, I’ve seen you leave dishes in here to dry, excuse me if I don’t see it as Disneyland.”

Snorting, Yoongi finally pushed his headphones down around his neck and swung his chair around to look at you.

“Why bother coming then?” he smirked.

“No reason,” you shrugged, avoiding his gaze.

Truth be told, since you had gained genius lab privileges, you had been enjoying your time there. Perhaps a little too much. Any time you got the chance to spend time around Yoongi, you would take it, stubbornly ignoring the fluttering of your heart when you were in his presence.

“Is there something you want? I can order takeout to your house.”

“If you want me gone so badly, you’re gonna have to try harder than that,” you laughed, folding your arms.

“Hey! I already spent $200 on dinner the other week,” he leant his elbows on his knees, face drawing closer to yours, “I’m practically your sugar daddy already.”

“Bro $200?” you scoffed, “you’re not a sugar daddy, you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy.”

Yoongi blinked.

“Did you just call me bro?”

“THAT’s what you took from that?” you sat up, “I just spit fire, why aren’t you writing it down?”

“Well if I’m high fructose corn syrup,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “then you’re a dollar store waffle.”

Gaping, you spluttered in the face of his cool smirk. You held a hand over your heart as he slumped back in his seat, crossing his arms in victory.

“You are cold, Min Yoongi! I never asked to be attacked like this!”

He was already swizzling his chair away from you, but you clearly heard his deadpan response.

“Yes you did .”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you shot back.

“Love you too.”

Just like that, there it was again, that stupid hammering in your chest. If only he wasn’t joking, if only he would say that for real.

Biting your tongue, you fell against the back of the sofa again. To your surprise, as you laid eyes on Yoongi again, you found him closing down his tabs instead of continuing his work. Wasn’t it a bit early for that-?

Screen fading to black, your eyes widened as Yoongi pushed himself from his chair and crossed the room to you.

“Yoongi…?” you frowned.

But under his gaze, you fell silent.

“Y/n, we both know I could give you a lot more than $200,” his voice was low, “but I don’t think that’s why you’re here, is it?”

All words caught in your throat. He moved closer, that intensity never leaving his eyes as he waited for a response. Swallowing hastily, you could only offer a shake of your head.

And then he was right in front of you, breath hot on your face.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled, hand finally breaching the space to meet your jaw, holding it firm as he pressed his lips to yours in a ferocious kiss.

Unable to believe what was happening, you kissed back just as eagerly, melting to his every touch until you were reeling, breaking apart too soon with stilted breaths. A grin slid onto your face.

“So you are glad I came?”

Thank you for reading, and thank you again to elle!!

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Vikings ⚔

Ivar the Boneless

Forging A Heart  (Ivar x OFC) A Grecian girl is taken from her home in the Mediterranean during a raid in a Christian monastery. She is thrown into dangerous waters after she is gifted to Ivar, who believes she is nothing good but a pretty distraction, until he learns of her true talents, using her to his advantage for his growing army against the Christians of England, and the usurper, Lagertha.

Heartbreaker (Modern Ivar x Reader) Ivar warned her not to fall in love with him. Oh hiatus.

Naranja (Ivar x Reader) The discovery of a certain fruit leads to another discovery that Ivar wasn’t prepared for.

Family Business (Modern Ivar x Saxon Mob!Reader) Even the son of a mobster has his weaknesses.

Nothing But A Scratch (Ivar x Rus Princess!Reader) Ivar is wounded during battle.

Unnatural Force (Ivar x Frankish Princess!Reader) Part 1, Part 2 When Rollo’s nephews visit his duchy in Normandy, you, a Frankish princess, are immediately smitten with King Ivar. Feelings are mutual but duty must come before self-interest. Ivar has other Ideas.

Alfred 

Simple Pleasures (Alfred x Saxon Princess!Reader) In which Alfred feels he can‘t live up to the greatness expected of him. Maybe his immature bride can change that.

Hvitserk 

Knew Him Well (Hvitserk x Goddess!Reader) As a goddess, you knew everything about him.

Moon Knight 🌙

Steven Grant

Ravenous (Steven Grant x Avatar f!Reader) Steven finds himself attracted to your chaos when you stumbled into his life (and Marc's) as Sekhmet's avatar.

A Messy Escapade (Steven Grant x f!Reader) Steven wasn't usually like this. He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy. But something about tonight had been different. NSFW.

Flustered (Steven Grant x f!Reader) Libraries aren't only good for borrowing books. NSFW.

​Marc Spector

Need You (Marc Spector x f!reader) In the middle of the night, when Marc comes home, is when he needs you the most. NSFW.

The Orphan And The Mercenary (Marc Spector x Avatar f!reader) - Part of the Ravenous Universe

Miscellaneous Characters

Miguel O’Hara 🕷️

Cállate (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) Miguel thinks you talk too much. NSFW

Scent (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) It was an intoxicating scent. And he knew it was yours. (In which Miguel goes feral when you ovulate) NSFW

It’s Always Been You (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) Jealous? Jealous? No, absolutely not. (Or the one where Miguel can’t admit he’s jealous) NSFW

Futile Devices (Miguel O'Hara x civilian f!reader) The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain. NSFW

Hungry (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) Miguel has a lactation kink. NSFW

Earth 703 (Miguel O’Hara x f!reader) You should’ve known better. You thought you did. Hadn’t you learned from the first time it happened to Miguel? (Sex pollen. Except it's you this time.) NSFW

Drabbles

T-shirt (Steven Grant)

Blueberry Muffins (Steven Grant)

Quiet (Din Djarin) NSFW

Much Better (Steven Grant) NSFW

Virgin (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Mirror (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Promise (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Video (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Hate You (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Sex Pollen (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Sick (Miguel O'Hara)

First Time (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Green Bra (Miguel O'Hara) NSFW

Sugar Daddy 1, 2, 3 (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW  

Shower Sex/ First time (Miguel O’Hara) NSFW

Challenges/ Celebrations

Caro's 2k (Closed)

[peasofgreeniguess]

Don't know if you're taking requests or not but if you are, can I please ask for headcanons for how UT Papyrus (and others if you want) is with a plus size/chubby S/O?

i am always taking requests! lets do a full papyrus hc post!! 

papyrus -   he loves his s/o! he randomly picks you up and gives you a hug, whenever you mention you might break him he loudly replies “NONSENSE MY DEAR, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” then proceeds to pick up the couch with sans on it. he makes you custom clothes with the words “ bone parent #2″ because and i quote “HUMANS KEEP CALLING ME ‘BONE DADDY’ SO I MADE YOU SOMETHING TO GO WITH MY NICKNAME!”, he just loves you so much.

stretch - he likes to sit you in his lap while you two watch tv, blue sometimes comes in with a new game he finds from the store to play with you two. Over all its really domestic, he likes to come up behind you and give you a hug while you are washing dishes. Blue mentions allot that his teeth will rot from all the sugar in this house. sometimes when he sees you being insicure he comes up and gently kisses you hand all the way to you neck, and between each kiss he says one thing he loves about you.

Edge - he loves to spoil you, he will take you to all the nice places and even takes you to mtt hotel! he once even hired a “musical valentines card” to your work! along with the biggest bouquet of roses. red sometimes tells you that he has never seen anyone other than you who makes papyrus so happy.

Rus - you are his muse, he draws you all the time in all your glory. Every little detail on your body is captured in graphite and watercolor in his paper. sometimes he suggests you should go into the modeling industry if it wasent so shitty in what it values. you and him often go to the local coffe shops to just sit in confutable silence 

[docholligay]

There wasn’t much in life that Mina didn’t consider. She came off as flighty, careless, and easy, and it wasn’t that she was not those things, she thought, but that she had in some way, decided to be those things, and decided that was the half of herself she would show to the world. 

It was the most cunning thing in the world to let everyone think you were an idiot. 

But she watched, and she considered, and she planned. There was a saying, that no plan survives contact with the enemy, and Mina supposed that it was true, but in no way diminished, to her mind, the value of planning. 

The tougher the battle, the better the plan needed, and the tighter it needed to be scrutinized. 

“Bud,” she clapped Haruka on the should, “I was--” 

“No.” Haruka did not look up from the timing chain. 

Mina leaned against the car. ‘Oh, you don’t even know what I’m going to say.” 

“I do too!” Haruka tossed down a rag and looked at her, “I don’t know like, specifically, but I know that I’m not gonna like it, and I know that it’s gonna have something to do with getting into Michiru’s parents’ party, and no.” 

“Oh come on,” Mina leaned further, grinning into Haruka’s face, “I absolutely enhance any room I’m in. I’m a delight.” 

“You’re something.” Haruka turned away from her and went back to the work bench. “No, Mina, they already hate me. And--” 

“Right!” MIna sprung across the garage. “They already hate you! So what could we possibly have to lose here? They can’t hate you more than you already do, and honestly, Haruka, it’s a grand ball! There’s going to be hundreds of people there, they won’t even know I’m there, I’ll be someone’s cousin or call girl or something.” 

“Uh-uh” she shook her head, making a point of not looking at Mina. 

“This is because you’re in league with the devil, isn’t it?” 

Haruka’s head snapped up. “What did I tell you about calling her the devil?” 

“That it’s disrespectful to the devil? Though I mean, you’re right, I would put smart money on Michiru every time.” She took Haruka by the shoulders, “Come on, Ruka, I’ll be quiet as a mouse, just snap up some champagne and a dance or--” 

Haruka pushed her off and crossed her arms. “You’re just looking for a rich divorced guy to f--fleece.” 

“Well hey there, psychic wonder! You know, it’s your quality of insight that I love the most.” 

“Don’t make fun of me, Mina.” She walked back over to the car, Mina in hot pursuit. 

“Who said I was making fun of you? You assume every time I say something it’s a dig at someone, and honestly, it hurts, Haruka, I’ll have you know I can be very sincere and genuine.” She threw her hands in the air “Why are you so opposed to me having a sugar daddy? Ru, I work in a hostess club, it’s not like I’m not already doing this shit.” 

Haruka sighed. “Every time you get me in one of these things, I get in trouble.” she fiddled with the wrench, “when you used the house down in Kagoshima, and I got in trouble for lying about--”

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying, you got in trouble for lying badly, just want to point that out. You’re a shit liar, Haruka, I love you, but you’re a shit liar.” 

“Right!” she turned back to the timing chain, “So I’m not gonna lie.” 

“No, I can lie for both of us. Easy.” She leaned next to Haruka and patted her elbow. “C’mon. You hate Michiru’s parents anyway, so this is a great chance to get back at them. And once I’ve convinced one of those guys that we’re meant to be or whatever and I’m definitely attracted to their wealth of experience or whatever, I’ll be a part of the social circle and there’s nothing the Kaiohs can do anyway.” 

Haruka looked over to her. “Would you really marry him?”

“Sure, why not?” 

“But you wouldn’t love him.” She tightened the chain uncomfortably. 

“Bud, I need you to understand how the real world works.” 

“I love Michiru.” 

“Yes, I know this, and loathe as I am to give Squidward any credit at all, I am pretty sure she loves you, but you know this isn’t like...universal, right?” She poked her head in front of the engine block. “Right?” 

Haruka sighed. “You don’t even have anything to wear.”

Yes. The first sign of crumbling defenses. It felt wrong, in a way, to take advantage of Haruka, but if Haruka was going to be married to the palace at Versailles, Mina was going to make it pay. There were nothing but difficulties, in anyone’s life, but the question was always how to make it pay. Haruka never could hold against her assailing blows for very long. She always caved in the end. It was easy enough just bounce along until Haruka lost track of her. 

Besides, she would never do anything that would actually hurt Haruka. Really. 

“Well, see and, that’s the other place I think you can help. I mean, poor little me can’t possibly afford something like, say, one of Michiru’s gowns..” 

“MINA, NO.” But there was a touch of fear in her eyes, and if she already knew the no could only last so long. 

The tougher the battle, the better the plan. 

[neverendingstories00]

you guessed it...another round (unfortunately) of BoB headcanons in the middle of the night because sleep is for the weak but I am weak

Luz has...a unique sense of style. We’re talking clashing patterns, neon crocs with jibbits, sunglasses and fedoras, you name it. Urban Outfitters who? He was wearing it before it was trendy🙄✋🏽 GET on his level. A wonderful example of his fashion sense is the time the company had weekend passes (modern au) and he decided to wear his best outfit; a white shirt with an horribly outdated meme, cargo shorts with a chain, nike socks, and neon crocs. To top it off; a fedora and sports sunglasses with a purple tint. Yeah, it’s BAD.

To add to the Luz and his horrible fashion sense, do any of you remember icarly and the penny tee’s saying stuff like “my cheese my rules” and “fries matter?” HE OWNS A WHOLE DAMN CLOSET OF THEM

I can see Speirs LOVING Lana Del Rey. He has a secret Spotify and has a whole playlist of his favourite songs by her. Actually not just Lana Del Rey, all the sad girls like Lorde and Mitski. If you catch Speirs singing in a velvet robe to Millon Dollar Man, no you didn’t. You would be dead by then.

Speaking of music tastes, let’s move onto Lewis Nixon. First of all, brace yourself. Lewis Nixon has reverted back into his college phase (like he ever grew out of it). He’s a huge fan of Alternative eighties rock like The Smiths, The Pyscadelic Furs, Talking Heads, The Cure, etc. He has all his old vinyls and it’s a cool collection. However, Nixon hates Morrisey, which is good. He complains about the Smiths, with The Queen Is Dead blasting in the back.

Speirs kidnapped Carwood Lipton one time. Carwood works as an English teacher and Speirs is his boyfriend who works as a real estate agent meets ex mafia hitman but he doesn’t talk about it. Speris one day was like “we’re going camping” and took Carwood...camping. But like the thing is...Carwood told NO ONE. And plus he had a job to teach so yeah. Let’s just say that Carwood might’ve been a missing person’s case for like two weeks. But he kept posting on his Facebook like “what a lovely hike with my lovely boyfriend😍” or “look at our rv? isn’t she something🥰” and George Luz would comment and be like “BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP WHERE RU”

Eugene wanted Babe to start eating healthier, so he took him to Trader Joe’s and made him buy a bunch of healthy snacks because in case you have forgotten, Babe is a literal baby. So Babe picks out a bunch of snacks but doesn’t realize it’s baby food, nor does Eugene. So Babe is casually munching on little yogurt bites and Guarno is like “Franny feeds that to our baby what the fuck” and Babe spits them out, mortified.

Floyd Talbert was apart of the dance team in middle. Like, he was the only guy on the team so it was insanely akwared. I can imagine him having a solo for “Womanizer” but getting kicked off the stage bc he started full on strip dancing in a glittery fedora in front of his prince pal. High school Floyd is an absolute nightmare.

Joe Liebgott eats Hershey Bars, Meat, and monster energy drinks only. No wonder he’s skinny. He’s such a picky eater, it’s horrible. Like he also loves weird food combos, like cheese and Oreos. Which is nasty.

Dick Winters LOVES Water Skiing. I’m not joking, it’s his favourite hobby. Catch your daddy Quaker in a pair of tight speedo shorts and Nixon’s aviators, gliding across the water.

HARRY!! How could I forget. I can see his man owning a bunch of cat’s and calling them “sweetie”, “honey”, “sugar”, and a bunch of cutesy names. All of the name’s were kitty’s idea. Speaking of Kitty, I can see her being a big girl, like height and weight. Harry worships her and calls her “my big beautiful Amazon” and Nixon thinks it’s weird BUT IT’S CUTE

Johnny Martin has a secret Twitter account that nobody is allowed to see. Instead of typing like a normal person, he smashes the keyboard. Nobody knows what he’s saying except for Bull. It’s very concerning.

For Halloween, the mortar trio have really strange costumes. One year, they were a rollercoaster. Other years they were the three musketeers, Alvin and the chipmunks, and the powderpuff girls. There costumes are genuinely terrifying to look at. Did I mention there the sexy versions as well? There worse costume was sexy rock, paper, and scissors. Mega yikes.

[mxacegrey]

Peter Parker Gay Ships galore and some good old angst. I take requests!!!

Updated 31st August 2021

Chapters so far:

- Agent Recluse

- Dad Rhodey

- HYDRA Peter Parker

- Peter Barton

- Get with the times Steve (fem Peter)

- Prompt

- Temporary Bliss

- Adopted by the Bartons

- Spidershield

- Whump

-Save me from spiralling please

- Spiderfrost: Underestimated

- Infinity stone vessels

- Replaced yet found (1 & 2)

- Infinity dance & crack

- Spiderfrost: King of his heart

- Spiderfrost: Asgardian Peter

- Secret Identity

- Forgotten and left behind

- Blow ups

- Misunderstandings

- Spideydevil

- Suicide Squad: Misfit

- Wake Up

- Adopted by supervillains

- Identity reveal

- Peter Maximoff

- Peter/Pedro Toomes

- Spideyflash: Secret Relationship

- Peter Parker-Ross

- Peter Parker-Harrington-Connors

- Peter Barton-Lokison

- Peter Benjamin Wilson

- Sugar Daddy

- Incest

- Pyotr Kravinoff-Marko

- Spideypool switch-a-roo

- Popstar

- FBI agents

- Peter Parker: Time Child

- Mafia AU

- "Peter, No!"

- Subspace

- Murder husbands

- Rags to riches

- Used as bait

- Accidental kiss

- Friends with benefits

- Armour

- Sharing clothes

- Forced to beg

- Teacher/Student

- Hand Jobs

- First Time

- Dub-con

- Stripper

- Tentacles

- Semi-public sex

- Cum as lube

- Pillow Talk

- False impressions

- The morning after

- Punishment

- Mother henning

- Huntsman and Black Widow

- Spidey Vs Venom

- Not coming back

- Hulk & Spiderman

- My uncle Rus

- Cheer Up

- Reverse Flash

- Peter and the magic men

- Peter x Mantis

- Peter x Cooper ~ childhood best friends

- Green Goblin

- Miraculous Spideydevil

- Peter x Lucifer

[vausworld]

The inscription on the Russian: "Hey! Hydro, look what Piro did to him...omg"

Full there👇

[therookieking412]

Prompt - haircut

Thanks!

Anything she wanted, she got.

She was daddy’s favorite, a perfect little girl, and a glowing star. 

But that was before the fashions changed. 

Daddy was rich and plentify, anything she asked for, was soon within her hand. 

She was never warned about the day when she would ask for too much. 

A horse to ride, a car to drive, a wardrobe to fill her dreams, anything to keep her happy. 

Things started to go south for daddy when the prohibition hit, but only for a moment, soon he switched tracks, and he was doing even better than before. 

She was allowed to go out, be a good member of society, see? How could her daddy be doing anything illegal when he raised the perfect daughter? 

That all changed, when she started sneaking into speakeasies, ordering bottles of gin, and staring at the bands. 

She loved the bands, she was a classically trained ballerina, she had played the Sugar Plum Fairy, Odette and Odile, Gisiele, Juliet, Cinderella, the music still engraved in her heart, always a beautiful cacophony, but Jazz. 

Jazz was new and exciting, and when she sang, she sang soulfully, she loved ballet, but what she wanted most was to sing on stage with the band. 

But daddy said no.

That would draw too much attention, that would draw suspicion, that was too much to ask for.

She was the perfect daughter, raised to be a socialite, but she didn’t want to be the perfect daughter, she wanted to be a singer. 

Her rebellions started small, she stopped wearing any colors in her clothes, the natural makeup she used to wear morphed into the popular looks of the actresses, but she still went to all the good places like she was supposed to. 

Everynight, she’d sneak out, she’d find a speakeasy, and she’d watch.

And listen.

Her favorite band, the Bushwa Blues, and she wanted, more than anything to join them. 

She saw her chance, one night, when after the curtains went down there was a kerfuffle, heard even over the sound of the applause. 

She looked past the veil, and there they were, arguing about the night’s set. 

There were four of them, the pianist, a dummer, and a saxophonist, three against one.

“No! I’m finished!” She huffed and left the scene. 

The three of them came together, whispering to themselves. 

“I can sing.” She found herself saying.

The drummer, a tan skinned man, looked her up and down, he opened his mouth to refuse her when the saxophonist spoke up. 

“Can you?” And somehow, she had never seen him before.

He was like a fairy tale prince, tall and lean, the three gentlemen wore matching suits, but he wore his the best. Pale hair, a fitting contrast to her own, dark as a raven’s wing, and eyes that shined like setting suns. His lips formed a perfect and kind smile. 

He picked up his saxophone and played a musical rift that she knew well and she sang along with him.

He looked to the drummer and then the pianist, and they all seemed to be in agreement. 

“Gigs over for tonight,” the drummer said. “We’ll meet here tomorrow, at seven.”

The drummer and the pianist walked away.

“I’m name’s Mytho, what’s yours.”

“Ru-ru- Kreahe. My name is Kreahe.”

He smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The only problem was her hair.

The keep up the act, that she wasn’t anything except what a lady should be, she kept her hair long, stopping in the middle of her back. 

But she couldn’t be a jazz singer with hair like that.

She turned to her only friend who had been brave enough to trim her long tresses, and asked her to cut her hair. 

“Are you sure?” She asked. 

“Yes.”

The first snip was the worst, but immediately her hair felt lighter. 

It was cut just below the jaw, a sharp curl cupped her cheek, and dressed in a shining black, her lipstick red as blood, her eyes as sultry as she could make them, she gave her first performance with the Bushwa Blues band. 

And it was marvelous.