#they are so small and cute i can't just not play then

[tiramissyoucake]

"Reader who fucking despises Mark Grayson but is an Invincible superfan"

Dude pleaaaaase write a small story to that, image reader even being a bitch or somewhat a bully to mark, but he can't even take her serious since shes wearing his merch

"fuck you looking at?"

"um, is that... an invincible keychain?"

"yeah. So what? Wanna choke on it?"

"no, I uh... Looks good."

– 💪🏽

This is less a story and more a ramble because GGRRRR I LOVE THIS IDEA I hope u like this <3

Mark is never going to live down the loser allegations because he knows deep down, he's too excited to be on the receiving end of your hatred.

But the thing that really made him fall in love with you is when he saved you as Invincible one day from a collapsing building, and you looked up at him with an expression he's never seen on you— god you looked so in love with him he almost ripped his mask off and revealed it was actually him all along.

You were always so... guarded around him, glaring at him and calling him a weirdo for staring at you too long and scowling whenever he'd have to talk to you, your disgusted gaze made him feel so small (regardless of whether he was taller or not) and he'd immediately look down and fidget with his hands.

And now, the tables were turned, he sets you down nearby and watches you under the guise of concern for a citizen, you were actually flustered this time, thanking him with a stutter and looking anywhere but at him as you fixed your clothes and your hair, under the layering and accessories he caught a glimpse of an Invincible shirt, god you were so cute.

"Anything for my biggest fan." He gives you his best smile while pointing at your shirt, an embarrassed laugh escapes you as you try to cover it with folded arms. "Again, thank you...! I really admire you and everything you do for the city...!"

He could die happy here and now, this was the first non-hostile exchanged he's ever had with you and you didn't even know it was with him of all people; Mark, the loser comic geek from your school.

He gave you a casual salute before flying off to deal with the rest of the threat, he could feel your gaze following him, ever since then he's been on cloud nine.

The following days since then, you're more freaked out by his behaviour, he's staring way more than he usually does. You had to restrain a groan as he approached your locker. "Hey, (Name)? I wanted to ask—"

"Thought I told you to fuck off, Grayson." You immediately responded, you could recognize that infuriating unsure tone anywhere.

"Well— I was gonna ask if you have a partner for that biology project?"

"... uh-huh, and why would I partner up with you?" You shut your locker, readjusting your bag on your shoulder.

Mark blinked before continuing. "Wh- Uh, well... because we're in the same biology class? And we.. both don't have partners?"

"Never noticed you there." Ouch, okay. Not the worst he's heard from you. "I have a partner, bye."

"Wait! Seriously..? I asked everyone and no one—" Mark paused when you groaned and whipped your head to look at him. "Can you stay out of my damn business?! My answer is no, go beg for another partner, creep!"

Your response left no room for an argument or a reply, and neither did the annoyed expression on your face. Mark raised his hands in surrender and watched you turn away, mumbling profanities about him, something something 'fuckin' geek'

He would've been dejected but he saw the cutest miniature figure charm of his hero alter ego hanging off the zipper of your bag, swinging back and forth with every step you took and he immediately remembered that cute timid girl who thanked him oh so sweetly for saving her life. He was sure if he peeked into your locker, he'd see posters or pictures of Invincible hung up for either moral support or pure admiration.

Your back was turned to him as the smuggest smile made its way onto his lips, you'd be wrapped around his finger soon enough, he just needed to play a little waiting game- him and his 'good friend' Invincible got all the time in the world.

[heeseungsbm]

thinking about fuck buddy heeseung... (>ᴗ•)

₊˚⊹❥𝓹airing❥: heeseung x female reader

𝒶/𝓃: i just turned 19 so here's a gift from me to you!! ᥫ᭡

heeseung has alot of girls on his dick. i mean look at him, its no secret. but when it comes to you? despite the loose terms of your relations, he wants you to be his and his only. and he makes sure to fuck you good so that he can stay on your mind somehow. he's a sweet guy, but he'll still choke you from behind, slap your ass red, and make you scream that it's his pussy when it's time. marking your neck and breasts with hickies is one way he likes to express his possession and ownership over you. however, fucking him has one, permanent condition. he'd want his name tattooed somewhere on your body to prove your devotion to him, specifically on your underboob, lower hip, or behind your ear. something cute and dainty that he can kiss forever♡

fuck buddy heeseung is somewhat romantic and thoughtful. he can't help his gentleman nature, especially since you're giving him something as sacred as your body. he'll never put dick in your stomach if food hasn't been in it for a while. he'd cook you a filling bowl of his delicious signature ramen, or take you out to grab a bite just to make sure you've ate at least something beforehand. he also likes to surprise you with small gifts every once in a while; short, skimpy dresses that he'll take off with his teeth later, custom jewelry, designer shoes, and whatever pretty thongs he think will look good on you when you're face down ass up. ;) it makes him feel good when you wear what he buys you, and clearly other guys will see that someone is treating you to nice things.

fuck buddy heeseung likes to take a couple shots before having sex. not overly drunk, but pleasurably tipsy, to where his proper, shy demeanor completely disappears, and all he can think about is ripping your clothes off and unzipping his pants to put his dick in you. he gets really touchy and overly horny, and it's hard not to resist a giggly, messy-haired, flushed heeseung who's begging for sex with his voice hoarse from liquor. even better for you, he's the nastiest when he's drunk. the sex gets really wild, and loud. his kisses are more slow and sloppy, his thrusts into you get hard, desperate and forceful. there's a sweet spot where he lasts longer, and he'll make you cum over and over, because he gets liquid courage to try all the kinky things he wouldn't normally do sober.

fuck buddy heeseung loves to make sex tapes with you. you're just too pretty to not be on camera, he says. of course only when you let him, it's a guilty pleasure of his to record your sinful nights together so he can play them back when you're apart. don't get him wrong, cumming to your nudes and having phone sex is great since you two do it so often, but it just isn't enough for him sometimes. he needs visual stimulation. footage is a way for him to relive it, to watch you take him from all the positions he bends you into, the faces you make when he finds that spot deep inside you, your moans for him so loud and pornographic. filming gives heeseung an unexplainable sense of control over your body, and he wants to be in control of how good you get to feel. he loves ordering you around, and telling you what nasty things to say to the camera for him to cum to later.

because you're so pretty, blowjob povs when you're on your knees are a must for heeseung. the flash of his phone nearly blinds you as you gag and deepthroat his dick, sucking him off until he spills loads of his hot cum in your mouth. he likes his head sloppy and messy. he wants you to look up at him when you do it, with drool all over your chin, choking with your mouth full of his dick while he uses your throat. when he does decide to cum on your face he makes sure to snap a shot of that too, there are numerous pictures of you smiling with his release dripping down your cheeks and smothered across your lips in his hidden album. pornhub will never compare as long as heeseung has you, you're his personal pornstar who he can train to do whatever. [ ◉¯] ༘ ⋆｡˚

foreplay is mandatory for your fuck buddy heeseung. its not about getting you wet enough to fuck, it's about getting you so horny to the point you're audibly begging him to. he always wants you to want it just as much, if not more than him. heeseung loves to kiss, it's his favorite way to turn you on because he does it so well. fucking or not, he needs in it during everything. makeout sessions with him can quickly escalate from slow and sensual, to heated and intense, a breathless game of rough tongue clashing and lip sucking while he rubs your wet pussy in your panties (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

you two don't always have to have sex when he comes over, a long session of tongue kissing and dry humping with you straddling him on his lap is just as pleasurable. heeseung LOOOOVES dry humping, and its the best feeling in the world; his warm tongue exploring yours while you moan into each others mouths, his hands carefully guiding your hips to grind your sensitive clothed pussy against his throbbing boner in his pants until you both cum, leaving the both of you embarassingly sticky in your underwear.

heeseung never ate pussy before you, but only you can give him sexual urges to try new things. he enjoys how easily he can please you with just his mouth, and he sees how much it relieves your stress. he'll randomly ask if he can, even if his members are home. if the door to his room is locked, he's most likely eating the life out your pussy while you're covering your mouth, trying your best to suppress your moans. its the least you two can attempt quietly aside from him fingering you until you squirt all over his sheets. he could give you head for hours if you let him, but you always tap out from being so sensitive after cumming on his lips multiple times. his lips feel too good on your pussy. they're so soft and peck your clit so delicately, and he knows exactly how your hole likes to be fucked with his skilled tongue.

fuck buddy heeseung loves cum play ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ he'll only cum inside you if you give him permission, because he understands the risk. theres something intimate about seeing his white ropes of cum splattered wherever he finishes on your skin, and it drives him crazy when you play with it. he'll ask you to rub your pussy with your fingers after he makes a mess all over it, and finger fuck your pussy to fill it yourself with his cum. he likes when you hold his cum in your mouth and spit it back onto his tip, or smear it on your nipples. he's not a fan of you swallowing, he wants to see it linger on your tongue or come out of your mouth for his viewing pleasure.

heeseung loves to take you in any position, but he absolutely loves missionary. being able to watching himself go in and out of you and watching your pussy cream his cock white is like a reward. he likes to test your flexibility, his hands tightly gripping around the back of your knees, pushing your legs as far as they can go while he pounds your needy pussy. "look at you making a mess for me, baby. so creamy." he'd praise you with a proud smile, aiming his spit at the collision and using his thumb to slowly rub your clit.

cowgirl is his other favorite— yours too before you get tired of riding. it's the position you feel him the deepest inside you, and heeseung looks so fucking hot when he's in his mode, his hair messy and damp, face and neck glistening with sweat, the way he licks his lips and stares at you with eyes of pure lust. he tries his best to be as visually expressive as possible so you know how good you feel. he loves watching your tits jiggle in his face when you bounce up and down his cock, he'll slap and grip one in his hand while the other is being sucked in his mouth. his eyes never look off of you and watches you come undone on his dick. he gets petty, like making you spell his name outloud if he notices your breath becoming short, and his hand will wrap tightly around your throat if he catches your eyes wandering off of him. the slapping sound of skin mixed with your struggling screams keep him hard for long enough to go round after round, and you always make the stickiest mess down his balls :)

everyone knows gamers are great with their fingers, and it's how heeseung spends most of his free time; twiddling them on his nintendo or one of many keyboards. but it comes so in handy when you're next to him watching him game, he'll sneak his way into your pants somehow to play with your pussy. you leak arousal so easily from his simple touch. his hands are clever and dexterous, he finds your clit so effortlessly without looking, and the muscle memory from his xbox controller help his thumb rub the most eye-rolling circles on the bundle of nerves. his middle and index fingers are skilled, they make perfect curls up into your pussy. he loves to brutally nudge at your gspot until your legs shake and you leave his hand messy with your cum, which he never hesitates to lick clean. you never thought you could miss someone's fingers so much, but his are one of a kind ♡

fuck buddy heeseung is very reliable. he replies to your texts scarily fast and will come see you no matter how late it is, no matter the weather. you call him and he'll come running, that's just how much he needs it. you're the same way when you get his 2am "wyd rn?" text, you don't care if it makes you look desperate, your body physically craves the pleasure he gives you. each time you fuck is always better than the last.

heeseung has trouble sleeping alone at night, sometimes he wants something to hold other than his pillow. he always spends the night after he fucks you, or he'll ask you to stay over and sleep with him. he's a big teddy bear, he'll hold you close in his arms and rub your back until you both fall asleep. he always wakes up before you, giving you forehead kisses or kissing the back of your neck as you snore in your slumber. he usually wakes up with his dick hard, so he's a huge fan of morning sex. a nasty blowjob and some slow, sensual deep strokes that put you right back to sleep, it's a great way to start his day before he has to leave for work. on his off days though, you'll find him in the kitchen bright and early making breakfast for the two of you <𝟑

heeseung knows he'd be capable of being good boyfriend to you, because you really are a special girl. but with his career and the busy life he currently lives, he's indecisive about wanting a committed relationship. he wouldn't promise you loyalty because he knows he'd eventually break it. he's aware of the alluring effect he has on women, and he knows how he gets when he's horny and you're so far away— all he'll think about in those moments is getting his dick wet by whoever he can get his hands on. nonetheless, he still cares for you, and he knows its hypocritical for him to crash out at the thought of you moaning someone else's name, when meanwhile he does as he pleases on tour. maybe one day he'll make up his mind girl😣

ok the end, delusions over 😍🙏

𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯! 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!

GUYS PLS DONT JUMP MEEE I'M BACK 😭😭😭😭 I will explain my hiatus in a later post! and don't worry, I didn't forget about my inbox, I will answer all my asks this week! i hope you guys like this one just as much as the others💕 this was completely unplanned heeseung has just been making me horny asf lately 😭😭😭😭😭 i will do jungwon sometime soon. lmk your thoughts, stay lovely and kind <3

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[blubunz]

SUGAR & SPICE

— sugar daddy! bruce wayne x f! sugar baby! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: reader doesn't know bruce wayne is batman, overstimulation, fingering, praise kink, slight angst, daddy kink obvi, not a lot in here though.

A/N: Ough I don't think this is healthy at all um yeah that's all :] idk if this is angst though I put the tag there just in case. I have a different plot in mind though but I can't lead the story up to that I'm so upset. Maybe I'll do a part 2.

Honestly, Bruce isn't the type to maintain a long-lasting relationship. You should've learned that by now. Hell, one of his titles is The Playboy Millionaire! Or, billionaire. Millionaire is so last season.

Still, young and naive little girl you are, you chase after him. Sometimes, it reminds him of a puppy, always seeking his validation. You are always at every one of his event, dressed so nicely in your favorite colour, with that sparkly eyes and cute smile.

You're not his type, not exactly the one he's looking for to spend the rest of his life when he's skin and bones. You should've given up long ago, he's the type to tease, not to indulge.

He gives you one night, one night to satisfy your urges. You look so pathetic when he denies you, it melts his heart even if his moral is screaming at him not to. You're old enough, already an adult, sure. But he is too old for you, still. This will never work out for the two of you.

That night, he brings you to a lavish hotel, booked on the highest floor, the most luxurious one. Bruce is an absolute gentleman, of course he is, he's not acting like himself, he simply just wants you to stop, to make you realize after one night that he's not a good fit for you.

Bruce can see your anticipation, how your hips sway when you walk, or when he sits you down, your thighs are tightly closed against each other, practically rubbing yourself underneath your dress. He doesn't want to rush you, he even offers to get some food first or shower, but you insist.

Young people these days.

If that's what you want, then.

Bruce sighs, but he gives you a smile that melts your vulnerable heart. You jolt when he gently touches your thigh, and before he can ask you anything, you frantically nod.

“Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.” You stammer nervously, already sweating bullets. Fuck, you didn't expect yourself to react like this. You're mostly excited, but your body reacts the same when you're nervous too, of course you're sweating, but for good reasons.

“Don't worry, sweet girl. I live up to my reputation.” In actuality, he doesn't sleep around a lot. A few women, sure, but it doesn't go above five.

He's crazy good, though. His finger gently swipes up and down the front of your panties, feeling it getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. He's observing you close and slowly, and you feel yourself burning just from that alone.

Bruce leans down, pressing a small kiss on your cheek. “I'll put my fingers in, is that okay?”

You nod, breathing shakily when he plays with your pubes, then going past it to reach under. Big fingers gently touching your clit, down to your slick folds.

Your hips buck, and you grab his wrist tightly, trying to hump yourself on it.

“Calm down, I haven't put it in.” He laughs, voice low and rumbly in his chest when he can even feel your desperation seeping through his fingers. “I don't want to rush. Stay still for me, okay, baby?”

You nod, slowly loosening your grip, and Bruce pushes two fingers in your puffy cunt. His eyes closed, feeling your wet heat squeezing his fingers as if it's his cock. You're practically shaking, moaning and eyes rolling up already when he's knuckles deep in you. What would you do if it was his cock instead?

Luckily enough, he doesn't plan to fuck you tonight. He'll just fuck you with his fingers until you pass out and that's it, that should make you feel enough.

His mind sets on it quickly, pulling your panties off completely, he begins plunging his fingers in and out of your needy pussy, and you can feel the pads pressing and curling up against your walls, stretching you out so much, rubbing right against that spot.

You're drooling already, your head leaning on his shoulder as he pulls you to his lap to keep you from squirming so much.

“That's it, baby. Let it out, no one can hear you.” He assures, wriggling his fingers in your cunt as he palm grinds against your clit. Your back arches, thinking of how alone you are, how there's just the two of you in this lavished hotel room, on the top floor that has the nicest view of this gloomy city.

“Bruce!” You gasps, his free hand gripping your arm tightly, leaning in your neck to kiss it. It tickles, you thought, but you can't react to it because his fingers just push in you once more, curling so delicious you feel like you're above the clouds.

Bruce reminds every second that this is for you, not for shared enjoyments between two people. Just you. Just to give you satisfaction, enough to have you ignore him, hopefully.

“Good girl. Move your hips just like that.” He pants, feeling a bit riled up himself too. He can't help it, of course he can't. You're moaning and writhing so much, shaking under his grip, so vulnerable and weak, something he expects from someone like you, but it doesn't mean he's used to it. “Can you cum for me, baby? Are you going to cum on my fingers?”

The way he's talking to you is nothing you've heard before. Like he's coddling you, like you're his delicate little doll. You've heard him talked many times, composed and calm, he carries that persona like he's some old-fashioned rich man. But now he's acting like someone you'd call "daddy" as you cling tight to him, and him hugging you back, praising you and protecting you as you deserve to be.

You cum with a silent scream, jaw hanging open and head tilting back with your eyes following. You can't think. How can you just have the best orgasm just from his fingers alone?

“Good girl.” He smiles, that makes you feel warm inside. With a gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead, he drawls his fingers out slowly, feeling your inside convulsed and twitching, clinging tight to him when he pulls out completely.

You're dazed already, too dazed to notice the growing bulge between his thighs. No, Bruce won't fuck you with that. Instead, he resumes his action, pushing his fingers back in, having his name shakingly spelled out from your throat.

“Hmngh...B-Bruce, I-I just—”

“Shh, shh. Come on, surely you can handle one more, can't you, pretty girl?” He pulls your face up to look at him. He gives you that same smile that gives you butterflies, going down to kiss behind your ear. “One more, please?”

You can't deny him. No one can. And certainly he's just made you crave him more after tonight, after so much orgasm in one night. Who wouldn't?

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"YOU CAN NOT MATCH THEIR FREAK

(Smut maybe kinda this ain't to deep but I just wanted to test the waters to see if I got that dog in me)

Many people think (including wb!readers partners) this is some kind of a prude—you back away when it comes to hugging, hell, you lean away when it comes to kissing. You get flustered over holding hands, and you get shy at hugging; they can feel your body shiver at the slightest touch. They start to think you’re touch-starved, but your friends do that stuff all the time, so why are you getting all shy when the manor is empty, and it's just you and them on your bedroom floor? Lack of partners, maybe? Your corner's first crush, lack of experience—Jaime's never been with a boy. You're insecure; Bart thinks you're the most beautiful girl to ever cross his eyes, but you’ve just never kissed anyone before. Cassie has never kissed a girl before; you’re both even. But really, they don't know how much of a freak you are—like, AT ALL. You paid five dollars for NSFW content from a dating sim, and you own the freakiest mangas you can get your grubby little hands on. You read and write the nastiest of smut; if they saw your freaky side, they wouldn't survive it—none of them.

You're hanging in your room with Bart. He starts to get nosy, looking at your manga collection. He sees a small compartment in the back hiding some more manga. He's thinking you didn't have any space, but lo and behold, it's something downright freaky: "Lady K and the Sick Man." He flips through a few pages, and by God, was it graphic! He didn't know the 21st century had this kind of stuff. And you owned physical copies. He’s blushing, skimming through the pages gently, imagining the two of you in these types of positions. His hands are getting clammy with sweat just at the thought of you getting off on this. God, you’re perverted, laying on your bed, breathing heavily, fingers dancing and teasing your clit as the posters on your wall stare at you, knowing how you really are when you’re all alone.

"Bart, stop snooping around; if you want to read some, I'll let you borrow them." His body is shocked when he hears your voice, but he doesn't drop the book. "So you're saying I can keep this, right, pretty girl?" You turn your head just to feel your stomach drop—you can't wiggle yourself out of this one. He's walking over to you slowly, stalking like a hyena to its prey. "Not so innocent, are you?" Jaime doesn't think it's fair that you act so shy, but he heard in your past relationships you were so open with your lovers, so out there, so handsy and grabby. With him, the two of you had a small kiss, and that was a stretch, because your first kiss was on Valentine's Day—corny, I know. You fell to your knees the moment your lips touched, but to take things slow is to take things easy; he can wait. No, he can't. Maybe you're hiding something in your sketchbook; you're always drawing in that thing. Maybe he'll find something that will give him answers.

So when you leave to go to the bathroom, he grabs your backpack and scavenges through it like a hungry raccoon, pulling out the notebook with the cute little sticker and faded paint on it. Time to know what's on your mind, and let's just say what's on your mind is him. It's filled with him and just him. He's never thought he looked so good in your eyes, never thought you saw him like this. The pride is kicking in. He lingers on every page until he finds "that one": a sketchy drawing of the two of you making out, bodies closer than he can ever imagine. It looks like a small comic with sketches of his pleasured reactions. The next one is a body spread page of you judging him in the most compromising positions— you behind him, kissing his neck as you played with an now-erased drawing of your hand on his cock, pulling the back of his long hair as the two of you kissed, and so many more. It's enough to make him go crazy! Is this what you've been hiding from—pushing him away for throwing pages in the trash can?

When you come to see the sketch, you tackle Jaime to the floor, flustered, trying to get it out of his hands. He holds it out of your reach as you sit on top of him; he can’t stop laughing, calling all kinds of perverted names. He throws the sketchbook across his room. You’re ready to get up, but he pulls on your hips, pulling you down on top of him. "I could always do a nude painting for you, cariño." He kisses your neck, and your body jolts. "Acting all shy when this is the kind of stuff you draw? I'll send you pictures if you need a reference," he teases. "Shut up! I just get curious!" You shout—way too curious.

You and Conner love musicals. You always have new bands for him to try out, and he's always finding new songs he wants you to put on your shared playlist. Whenever you play a song that is a little bit perverted or a little bit inappropriate—maybe a bit suggestive—you always seem to hold a straight face. But when you kiss, you can barely stand on your feet. Sometimes, you gatekeep songs with silly excuses: "It's for the girls" (lie), "Oh, it's in another language" (lie), "You just wouldn't get them like I do" (lie). But he won't bother you about it; if you don't want to tell him, don't tell him. He'll figure it out on his own. If there's one thing Tim taught him, it's that stalking is like research; you have to discover things no one has ever reached.

So, on his little mission to find out what you're listening to, he figured out a way to get into your Spotify. Nothing different—just a few new songs or more. They're not as bad or as underground as you; they were just regular songs, so why hide it? But this definitely wasn't what you were listening to. He had to up his game. Flying over to the manor, he was going to confront you until he heard a moan are you in pain. Oh god, he's flying to your window; your curtains were drawn. All he could see was the blue light from your laptop screen touching your face gently. He heard another moan; you were not in pain. He pressed himself closer to the window, seeing your headphones over your ears, your hand in your panties as you whimpered sweetly.

Oh, oh, OH. He didn't know you—wow, it's always the quiet ones, huh? His ears perked up hearing the sound of a guy groaning. Okay, you're definitely not listening to music. "Kon," you whined out as your fingers moved in imperfect circles. He's breathing heavily, feeling the fabric of his suit get tighter as he watches you tremble, struggling to keep your voice down. "Fuck...~" Okay, that's enough; he can't sit there and watch. He needs to help you, and you're going to help him. You hear a knock on your window; you whine, turning your head to the side and seeing those blue eyes. Oh god, he wasn't watching you, was he?

[sdmnpact]

Would you write a Harry fic with friends to lovers after a 'would you rather' game played among friends?

Would You Rather.

Wroetoshaw x Reader ff

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"Come on Y/n! It'll be just for an hour or two!" Ethan pleaded at you. He and Faith were hosting a little get together with some close friends and you being one of Ethan's best friends, well he just had to invite you. Although you love Ethan and Faith to bits and pieces, you weren't feeling up for a night out, you just wanted to sleep.

"I'm so tired though..." You whined in a cute little voice you use against Ethan to get what you want. "No, come over! I'll send an uber to your flat." He said. You tried arguing but he was relentless. You folded and said yes. He cheered excitedly and you hung up. You sighed before standing up off your bed and began getting ready.

>>>

You arrived at Ethan and Faith's house to see a few familiar faces. You already met the sidemen but you don't regularly hang out with them. You only know a couple of his and Faith's other friends as well. You made your way further into the place, looking around, there were more people here than you expected.

You looked around for Ethan but ran into Josh and Freya instead. "Oh my god, hey Y/n! It's been a minute since we've seen you! We need to hang out more often!" Freya said wrapping an arm around you. "Hey guys, of course! I've been here and there.. um have you seen Ethan?" You asked as she released you. You side hugged Josh, greeting him as well. "Oh yeah, last I've seen he was in the kitchen with Harry and George." Josh explained.

You thanked him and made your way towards the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen and saw only Harry and Ethan talking while holding beer bottles. "Oh hey guys." You said opening the fridge and pulling out a beer for yourself.

"Y/N! You made it! I'm so glad you're here!" Ethan said with a slightly slurred speech showing he's been drinking for a while now. You chuckled at him as you opened your bottle. "Yeah, only here for an hour!" You emphasized pointing at him, taking a swig of your drink. You looked towards Harry to see his eyes on you already. Once you noticed, he quickly looked away.

"Hey bog, How've you been?" You asked leaning on the counter. "Fine, just here." He responded awkwardly making you furrow your eyebrows. He's one of the only other sidemen that you're somewhat close to beside Ethan. Usually, you two are pretty comfortable with each other but you noticed that he was slightly off tonight. You chose to ignore it and nursed your beverage.

The night went on, you hung out with Ethan and Harry for a few minutes making small talk but after a while you were in desperate need of some girl talk so you went off to find literally any girl you knew.

You stumbled upon Faith talking with Talia, Freya, and Gee. You creeped up behind her startling her slightly as you placed a hand on her back. "Oh my god! Oh Y/n! I've been looking for you!! I have some hot tea for you!" Faith said excitedly grabbing your hands. "Ethan told me that Harry fancies you." She said whispering the last part. You eyes went wide as you couldn't believe the words that just left her mouth.

"No way- when did he say that because I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth tonight." You shriek taking a large chug of your beer. He can't fancy you. You two are just good friends.

"He told me earlier in the afternoon. Y/n, I think Harry's been feeling this type of way for a while now. Although, I don't think much can be done since Ethan won't let you date him." Her words left you confused. What would Ethan have to do with your dating life?

"What do you mean?"

"He's done it before and he would definitely be hesitant to let you near Harry like that." She said. Now you were very confused.

"When?" You asked.

"Remember John? That fellow who you met once at our last party?" You nodded. "Well, he asked about you to Ethan and wanted to know if you were single which Ethan told him that you had a boyfriend, which you in fact did not."

John? You were absolutely smitten with that guy! You met him at their party and you two spent the entire night dancing, laughing, and just talking about anything. You really fancied him and thought he fancied you. You gave him your number and told him to call, yet he never did.

You wondered why he never called. You thought you two hit it off well. Now you've learned that one of your best friends basically cockblocked you. You were fuming, to say the least. You couldn't believe he did that. Why would he even do that in the first place? You're definitely going to have a long conversation about this with Ethan later. Your mind was spiraling with these thoughts when a familiar giddy, slightly slurred voice came over.

"Hey! Do you lot wanna play would you rather?" Ethan asked leaning on Harry for support. Both their cheeks were flushed but Harry didn't seem that drunk. Maybe his cheeks were flushed for a different reason?

"Oh? Sounds fun!" Freya cheered. You sighed deeply as the group made their way towards the dining room. The whole party wasn't joining you guys, it was just the small group of friends you had thought would have made up the party.

You sat directly across from Harry. He smiled at you as you made eye contact. You have to admit, you did find him especially attractive. He was funny, charming, and always so nice to you. Your attention was drawn to Ethan who sat at the end of the table as he began talking.

"Okay! We'll spin this bottle for turns." He said pulling out an empty beer bottle, placing it in the center of the table. "I'll go first!" He cheered spinning the bottle. You all watched in anticipation as the bottle spun around slowly coming to a stop in front of Josh. "Oooh yay!" He laughed awkwardly.

"Alright would you rather eat a dog or get eaten by a dog?" Ethan asked as you all laughed at the ridiculous question. "What is this question!?" Josh shrieked laughing. "Um I guess I would eat a dog?" He said unsure of his answer as he furrowed his eyebrows together. "I couldn't think of a good question on the spot." Ethan admitted as you laughed at his words.

"Okay now you spin!" He said as Josh reached for the bottle. You watched it spin again as it landed on Faith. "Okay, would you rather... be able to reverse time or speed it up?"

"Can we stop with these childish questions!? How about we ask some raunchier ones?" Talia suggested as everyone seemed to make noises in agreement. "Okay okay- would you rather watch a couple kiss for five minutes straight or watch a graphic sex scene with your parents?" Josh said through a fit of laughter. "Eww Josh. Um, if I had to choose, I would rather watch some couple kiss for five minutes." She said taking a sip from her wine glass. She grabbed the bottle and spun. You watched as it went around a couple times, slowing down in pace, landing straight on you.

"Ooo fun! Okay Y/n, would you rather... kiss Harry or would you rather kiss your celebrity crush?" She said giving you a little wink. Your eyes widen as those words left her mouth. You looked over at Harry to see his cheeks and ears as red as a tomato. He looked at you with anticipation fiddling with his fingers evidently nervous about your choice.

You looked towards Ethan and saw his expression change from carefree to worried. "I think, I would rather kiss Harry." You said shyly, a smile falling upon your lips. You watched as Harry's shoulders fell with relief. 'Ooo' noises filled the room as all the blood rushed towards your cheeks. You chuckled at that and told them to knock it off. Harry shot you a cheeky smile as you felt your heart begin to flutter.

You guys played a few more rounds with the bottle eventually landing on Harry. His question was a spicy one asking about whether he would would rather give or receive head. Since so much more time had passed, both of you were slightly drunker and with this drunken filled confidence, he looked you dead in the eyes and said 'I would rather give head.' You felt yourself melt at those words and the way he looked into your eyes.

Everyone 'ooo'd again like children with Faith sending you a smirk and Ethan sending Harry daggers. You rolled your eyes at Ethan and turned your attention back to the game.

As the night continued, you all eventually stopped playing and just mingled about. You were currently sat on the couch listening to some random conversation just vibing when Harry came over and sat next to you.

"Hey Y/n, you enjoying yourself?" he asked taking a swig of his beer. You nodded your head doing the same. "You wanna, go for a walk?" He asked hoping you'd say yes. You agreed and the two of you made your way outside. It was the country, so there was just a long stretch of road to walk down which was perfect for two people who basically couldn't walk straight.

You two clung onto each other for support as you made your way down the pathway to the road. "Where you lot going?" You heard from the doorway. You turned to face Ethan holding the door open. "Just for a walk, we'll be back soon." You said. "Well- be careful, it's dark out here!" He urged and you nodded pulling your phone out and turning on the flashlight. "Happy?" You asked waving the light at him. He groaned and went back inside.

You took a step forward when the door opened again. "You better take care of her Bog." Ethan warned Harry. "Of course mate, we'll just be here." Harry responded as Ethan gave him an unsure look and went back inside.

You two made your way down the road walking slowly and carefully. "So, how've you been lately. I haven't seen much of you." He began. "Yeah, I've been pretty busy." You replied. "Well, I was hoping to see you tonight actually." He said nervously. You stopped in your tracks causing him to almost stumble over. You grabbed him making sure he wouldn't fall.

"Really? Why?" You asked curiously. "I don't know, I just wanted to see you." He said with a small chuckle. "Well you didn't want to just see me for no reason..." You trailed off. He reached for your hand. "I think I like you." He finally blurted out. "I think I like you and have for a while. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to get Ethan upset." He explained. "Ethan has nothing to do with anything." You said, upset that this was coming up again.

"I told him I thought you were cute and he did not like that at all. But I don't care anymore, I see you around and I want to be with you. You're so funny and sweet and smart and so, so beautiful." He said looking down slightly embarrassed that he expressed himself so much.

"You really think all that about me?" You asked feeling a warmth inside you. "Yeah. I know we haven't gotten to know each other well but every time we're together, we have the best time and you're just so down to earth, always making funny jokes or just being amazing." He said looking into your eyes. The moonlight shimmered down on you two bringing a sparkle to your eyes that made him swoon.

"Well, if I'm being honest here. You are really great to be around too. You always have the funniest things to say and I love your random airplane disaster facts." You chuckled remembering all the random times he would bring up his odd interest. "I'm glad you like 'em. Everyone always tells me I'm annoying about it." He said with a breathy laugh.

"Not to me." You said taking a step closer, your faces inches apart from one another. "Kiss me." You said pulling on his shirt bringing your bodies even closer. He placed a hand on your chin and leaned forward, closing the gap between you, placing his soft lips upon yours.

It felt like fireworks were going off with the touch of his lips on yours. He placed a hand on your lower back bringing you closer as if the nonexistent gap between you was still too far. He's been dreaming about this for weeks. You clouded his mind for a while now and he could no longer handle being apart from you.

This 'forbidden' romance only made him lust for you more and tonight he finally decided to make you his, if you'd have him.

He pulled away as you two just laughed at the sudden turn this night took. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked making sure to properly make you his. "I'd love to." You responded.

The two of you continued your walk down the moonlit road, hand in hand. You spoke of anything and everything desperately hoping this night would never end. Eventually, you two made your way back towards the house.

You two were out there for so long that basically everyone had left and it was only Josh, Freya, and Gee that were there helping clean up. Ethan rushed up to you with a worried expression. "Why were you guys out there for so long? You've been gone for three hours!" He exclaimed making your eyes go wide. You didn't realize how much time had passed.

"It didn't seem like three hours." You replied nonchalantly throwing a smile at Harry as he squeezed your hand lightly. "What's this about?" Ethan asked pointing towards your interlocked hands. "I like her mate. I told you I did and I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think she likes me too." Harry told him looking at you for reassurance. "I do, I really do." You said cheerfully wrapping your arm around his.

"You two like each other then?" Ethan questioned as both of you nodded. "Well, you know what. Okay then, I'm happy for the two of you." He said with a smile hugging both of you. You looked over his shoulder to see Faith giving you, two thumbs up with a huge smile on her face.

"But, Bog, I swear if you hurt her, I'm going to mess you up." Ethan warned as he pulled back turning his attention towards Harry. "Oh mate, I promise. I would never." He replied looking at you as you smiled up at him.

"Well! This is great news! Let's plan for a triple date soon!" Faith interjected easing the tension Ethan held. You spent the rest of the night at their house with Harry in their living room just chatting away.

A night that felt too short.

~~~

A/n

I hope you enjoyed this one! I think it's kind of adorable. Sorry about making Ethan seem so protective but I was going for a Ross finding out his sister and best friend were dating type of vibe. Also, I watched pride and prejudice yesterday and the moonlit walk bit was slightly inspired by the end of the movie.

[untildawnss]

ud gang reacting to reader bringing home any stray animal? (bonus points if they looked like they went through hell to get that stray)

i'm sorry, this took ages because i was excited but realised that i don't know shit about stray animals and taking care of them and didn't want to write super wrong or harmful info, so this lived in my drafts for ages.

i will be writing bullet points because i can't come up with different enough scenarios for reader to end up looking kinda messed up after rescuing an animal, but

the basic premise for this will be reader either crawling through bushes/undergrowth and/or wading through water to get to an animal in distress and the character reacting to the animal (probably cat or dog) and to reader's appearance

ashley

very concerned for your wellbeing

until she sees the kitty or puppy you're holding

all thoughts about you go out the window, she is addicted to whatever little, small, cute baby you've brought into the house

she is so in love with that little baby, you barely even matter anymore

beth

oh, she is kinda stern about it

very much in love with the new little baby but absolutely not playing about whatever little or big injuries you've aquired on the hunt for the little baby

will take the little baby from you and snuggle it and send you to clean yourself up like a drill seargent

chris

so down

SO DOWN

kittycat, puppydog, hammyhampter, merryferret, whatever, HE. DOES. NOT. CARE!

he is so full of love for whatever animal you bring home

very concerned for all the injuries you sustained to ontain this animal but the animal is so cute he can barely focus on the injuries

deffo one-arming the animal to assist you with bandaging the injuries you sustained, though

emily

definitely does NOT believe that you just happened to find this perfect little creature somewhere in the wild

all the bruises and the wet clothes must be make up and just planned in general

would 100% cry about the little baby (and it could literally be a polar bear or coyote) if you even mention a shelter

she would be mama bear about a cockroach, let's be real here

hannah

has never has a pet before

is very much overwehelmed with whatever comes with caring for an animal because she feels like she has not nearly scraped the amount of accurate when it comes to books about pets

very overwhelmed in general with trying to accept and take care of the animal and seeing you all disheveled and (possibly) injured

one hand running down your arm absent-mindedly, the other stroking the kitty/puppy, much more animatedly (and who can blame her?) because that's just a little baby and you could, probably, take care of yourself

jess

very anti at first, i'm very convinced that she is not an animal person

begrudgingly accepts to keep the animal overnight because why wouldn't she, she's just not a fan of animals, not a monster

definitely loves it a little more by morning because it's so cute when it's begging for food when she's making breakfast

still not a fan but understands why you might want to keep the animal because it IS cute

insists (rightfully so) on taking it to a vet to check if it has a chip (to find a potential owner) and if it doesn't to get a chip, vaccinations and anything else that's needed

still not a big fan but accepts it because you love the little baby so much, so she loves it and takes care of it anyway

josh

he's never had a pet before but loves cats, so when you come home with two kittens he's bouncing off the walls excited

you're all scratched up, twigs in your hair from crawling through shrubbery to get to those kitties and he asks if you're okay but he's so distracted

these kitties will be so LOVED, they will have everything, if something says "for cats" he will buy it

matt

oh, he's so down

so so so so so down

don't get me wrong, he's very concerned about you being all messed up and possibly injured but

little baby? oh, he's so in. little baby is everything for at least 10 to 20 minutes and he's asking you if you can wait for him to give the little baby some love before he helps you clean and bandage your wounds and throw your clothes in the washer

mike

tries to be so serious about it but absolutely can't

there's a little bitty baby in your arms and it needs to be loved - immediately

definitely more excited if it's a puppy than he would be if it were a kitten, wouldn't complain either way

really only notices that you took a beating from the bushes after giving a LOT of love to the lil baby

sam

definitely concerned about your physical state but more concerned about illnesses or diseases the animal could carry that could affect her dog

tells you to quarantine whatever animal you brought home until you can get it to a vet because she's responsible af when it comes to animals

no judgement at all, though, because she loves you for trying to give a desperate little kitty or doggy a home because she would 100% do the same

just some mild lecturing because she'd have done it in a safer way than you because she'd have known to let you know before getting the animal home to get your existing animal(s) out of the way

[dekunnys-messy-brain-box]

I play yu gi oh sometimes with my friend and he always complains about my deck because they're too annoying or something, but hear me out

Look at this little thing, they're so cute, i can't just make "a more aggressive deck" or "just not play a control deck" ok

It's not my fault if your fire tiger can't handle a, basically, "non targeting go back to the extra deck that doesn't trigger destruction effects" effect.

[ratatatastic]

no im still on maffhew calling the forsymaffhew lovechild a missile

[innerstrawberrypolice]

My life is like one big humiliation kink roleplay scene except I don't know the safeword and it just won't end

[zanzanne]

[yoshistory]

Rascal's favorite game is "chase me!" or "be chased by meee!" or "throwing stick in between my paws and mouth all around"

[arminsumi]

... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.

+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification

+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... 😳

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane — you married a madman.

He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.

"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day — if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does — grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.

"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.

"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.

There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.

"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex — there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.

"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"

"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.

"You're crazy."

But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.

He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.

Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.

"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.

He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.

"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.

"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.

Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.

"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper — aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.

"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."

His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy — gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot — but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.

You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you — oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI!

Tw - STEPCEST, cheating, age-gap(early 20s n early 40s), anal play, daddy/dad kink, oral, some really inappropriate and gross stuff. Stepcest isn’t blood related. Not proofread.

A/n - “Toji wouldn’t do th-“ I don’t give a shit, goodnight.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who secretly rubs your little pussy through your thin cotton panties from underneath the blanket while you're having a movie night with your family in the living room.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who tells your clueless mother that he’s taking you on a daddy-and-daughter bonding trip for a few days so the two of you can spend more time together and get to know each other more which only ends up with his hefty cock being stuffed deep into your innocent pussy— filling you up to the brim in some random hotel not too far from your house.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who instantly gets rock hard whenever you'd call him “dad” or “daddy”. He just can’t help when a sweet young thing like you is innocently batting your eyelashes up at him and asking him for his assistance. God, you’re so helpless, you can’t do anything without the help from your dad, not even cumming. :(

Which is why he has to sneak into your bedroom dead at night and skillfully poke his stepdaughter’s g-spot with his fat tip till you can finally cum and make a big mess on his cock.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who's obsessed with you sitting on his face, your warm dripping pussy nestled in his mouth while his eager tongue skillfully laps at the essence of your arousal from your glistening entrance. His nose presses into your rim purposefully, causing your adorable hole to wink against his nose in playful response to his inhales and breathing. He needs you on his face at least once a day :(

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who you coincidentally encounter in the bathroom, late at night while he’s pissing so that quickly escalated with his girthy cock now being shoved down your throat and he's thrusting it rhythmically in and out your mouth. Your eyes begin to well up with tears which only fuels him even more to use your mouth to his favor as he deviously grins down at you when he notices how you're helplessly playing with your drenched pussy with your fingers.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who gets off from being risky, especially when your mom is dozing off on the couch and he has you forcefully bent over the cold marble kitchen counter with one of his muscular hands pressed firmly against your lower back so you won't escape from his hold. His fat thumb is clogging your ass and his veiny cock is stretching your little pussy apart around his shaft while his angry tip is exploring the depths of your cunt.

He'd be such a mean man and force his thumb deeper and deeper into your asshole just so he can get a cute reaction from you and hear you whine while you desperately claw at his beefy forearm for him to stop :( He only chuckles and laughs at how scared you are as if you don't love it as much as he does.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves referring to himself as Daddy while he's balls deep into your slippery hole. Your trembling knees are knocking against your soft, bouncing tits and you're desperately gasping for air while your nails are sinking into his strong hand that's encircling your neck. "Shh shh c'mon be a good little step-kid f'daddy and take my cock". He whispers, trailing a thumb up to your glossy lips before inserting it into your mouth for you to suck on.

His cock is crammed into your tight pussy, and the way you keep sucking him in deeper and deeper every hazy second makes him not want to pull out anytime soon. He just can't get enough of your pussy. "That's it, that's baby, yer making daddy feel sooo good".

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who has developed a habit of sniffing your cunt and ass, he just can't help it :( he just loves your natural scent and can't get enough of you when he's bending down behind your small figure while you're engrossed in cooking dinner for the family and pulls your shorts down to bury his pointy nose in your moist pussy.

A plague of worries clouds your head when you feel his nose prodding into your tight entrance in the open. "T-toji! n-not here, she'll see!", you pleaded as you attempted to push his head away from your rear only for him to clasp both of your hands into his larger ones with just a chuckle rumbling against your cunny. soft whimpers escape your lips when you hear his loud whiffs of your pussy.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves nothing more than licking his step-daughter’s little pussy at any given chance he gets :(

It's so prohibited and “taboo” and the older man is very much aware of that but he just can't help it when he's quietly slipping into your bedroom late at night to run his salivating tongue over the sapping mound— He’s been practically thinking about it the entire day.

His clothed cock immediately starts twitching uncontrollably every time his grimy thoughts clouded his vivid imagination, all he could do at work was discreetly palm his hardened bulge and give it a hard squeeze for friction and temporary relief.

He barely could wait till everyone was asleep to taste your delicious pussy again.

A deep involuntary groan leaves his lips from the taste of your creamy pussy melting on his tastebuds. The sensation of the sticky slick clinging onto his tongue stirred a desperate throbbing in his cock, yearning for more. God, every fiber of his being ached to plunge his hard cockhead into your warm, virgin pussy and ravish you until you painted his shaft with your cream but he won't... at least not yet.

Luckily for him, you were sleeping on your stomach and the tranquility of your slumber allowed him to cautiously lower your adorable panties down, gently resting it at your lower thighs, and parted your plush cheeks using his thumbs to peek at your delicate pussy. The glossy sheen veiling your folds glistened in the dim light, making his fat cock throb with urgency.

“Fuck, so pretty” he whispered breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lap at your messy folds, his tongue flickers back and forth, licking up at your wetness and replacing it with his spit and intertwining saliva. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t a heavy sleeper so the sensation of his soft, wet tongue wiggling against your most intimate place was enough to stir you awake.

Your eyelids flutter open weakly, giving way to the heavy fog of slumber that still clung to your countenance. Sleep is evident in your features as your tummy tingles from the continuous sensation of the stimulation. Your vision was clouded with fuzziness but you could still make out the muscular silhouette of your step-father.

He was huge and muscular, he wasn’t built like some ordinary man so there was no mistake that it was him.

“Daddy?”You mumbled innocently, rubbing your eyes in hopes of having a clearer view after.

“W-hat are you doing?”

“Shh shh, go back to sleep doll. Dad’s gonna take care of ya” he lightly chuckled before caressing your ass and placing a few wet kisses on your soft cheeks.

[inkskinned]

i have a fever. let's imagine pokemon world dash discourse together. (sorry i do not have darkmode.)

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For the last fucking time owning a gengar is NOT graverobbing. what is actually wrong with you people

#gengar #why am i even still on this site #i don't have a gengar but like. what's even going on over there #is marowak graverobbing now too??

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farfetch'd is like the most edible pokemon just because he comes with his own aromatics. pop that bad boy in the oven with some oran berries.... don't mind if i do

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@dyketraining tags pass peer review

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I love to hate things and people. And when I turn out to be RIGHT and that person is a DICK? All parasocial relationships are bad and evil unless I am right about hating someone and then parasocial relationships are good actually

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We all thought about the same person let's just be honest here....

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For me it's always going to be people who keep Pokémon without any thought as to their enrichment and needs. You do not need a fucking Arcanine, you live in a studio apartment and don't walk more than a block a day. You think you want a Gardevoir but are you okay with having an unknowable creature reading your thoughts every waking moment of the day? Even while you do... the nasty?

It drives me crazy because people see a Champion and think they have the time, energy, money, and space necessary to raise a Dragon type. Unless you have generational wealth, let me spell it out for you: you do not have the funds for a Dragon type. And yes! Charizard is on that list, guys! You can't even afford to feed yourself!

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local tumblr user declares the poors only get rat pokemon. maybe a bug pokémon if we are very good. we must grovel in the streets amen

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Laugh all you want but I'm serious. I have heard of someone who is living with a MR. MIME like it's her HUSBAND!!!! That's fucking GROSS. These are creatures that TRUST us and NEED us.

Did you know that most Ponyta prefer to be in a herd? Are you going to have the space for that? Did you know that if you don't properly care for certain fire species their flame goes out? Sure, they're cute when they're small: but unless you're a rancher or a Gym Leader... I'm sorry. You're gross to me if you think otherwise. I hate people like that.

And for the record, rat and bug Pokémon are very valuable from an ecological standpoint. They hold an extremely important niche. People like you would rather they be hunted to extinction because they're pests, not pretty. It's disgusting.

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anybody in this thread smoke weed

#NOT THE RATS FOR THE POOR PEOPLE... GIRLLLLLL #the thing is they're not like... wrong.... #like i agree with the sentiment #my friend tried to get a slyveon just by like. playing catch a few times #.... like you do need to try.... #also fyi i have a large species so i'm biased #grovyle my baby . my man. u are costing me like so much in pokepuffs per month

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why are we all talking about what pokemon to eat tonight lmafo

#.... obviously jigglypuff. homegirl is 90% cotton candy

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Like okay I got into science because I love to learn but the more I find out about how we've classified Pokémon types the more insane I feel. What do you mean there's no singular true indicator? What do you mean that there are several conditions which completely alter their base type?

Literally today my lab partner and I got into a very serious discussion about Luxray. That thing is a fuckking dark type!!!!! I'm sorry!!! I don't care what Bulbapedia says!!!! anyway i threw a pokeball at him and it swallowed him whole and now i'm going to jail for unlawful imprisonment of a TA

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there's something, like, very dystopian about the idea that if u put an ugly hat on ur favorite little creature it changes like. the DNA. like. do other pokemon look at what you've done and cower? that's their friend... similar but changed... forever having known a life that is entirely alien to them...

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.... Are we going to ignore that OP swallowed a human into a ball???

#yes we are. #my friend loves those hats but I think they're so ugly #and stupid #if i wanted a specific type imma get that type..... #typesetting #show james

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ROUND 5 of 6 (see blog for more)

PLEASE REBLOG FOR VISIBILITY:

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just saw someone say writing omegaverse fanfic of your pokemon is bestiality. ma'am this is the monster fucking site. you should be grateful that it's only omegaverse.

#the things i've seen would melt your eyebrows clean off your face #..... typhlosion they could never make me hate you baby #i know that's not what's in your heart

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Okay say what you will. But shorts really are comfy and easy to wear

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Sorry bud. But. Investing at 3 notes

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don't do this to me. i h avue a wife . and chi ld

[f0ofishies]

FL*SHING THEM AFTER AN ARGUEMENT

tsukishima kei, ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa tōru

Tsukishima Kei, your beloved fiance. You loved the man to death, you swear.. it's just that he's always been like this. All of the damn time. There was one time when you argued over dinner because someone didn't want to eat Italian. Seriously? How'd you even date this guy and later on accept a ring from him.

Just kidding, he has his cute moments. The man had prioritized you a lot during his college days. He must've fallen hard for you, huh? When he did get on one knee, you thought it was a prank. Nonetheless, you said yes— already being engaged for 4 months, too!

Back on topic, he's always been a cranky mother fucker and even more when he lose that volleyball match. You looked at him— in astonishment. This man had the audacity to even be too confident in a little fun of chess?

You couldn't even believe the audacity of him. He'd been laughing at your move on your black horse.. "Gee, just get one with it, babe..!" Another ridiculing sentence from him could've sparked a fire inside you. "Hah? Seriously, why'd you even do this rematch— when you clearly don't know chess."

Your eye must've twitched at that, you love him, and you swear to that on your life. But, seriously, he's getting on your last nerve. As he quickly moved his queen, grabbing your knight in the process. You moved another piece as he smiled. "Thank god, we don't do rematches in volleyball."

Your joke immediately made his smirk turn sour. As you chuckled to your own statement, your eyes glanced up to his. He immediately gave a disgusted face at you. "What, Tsuki?—" You tease, almost pinching his face as he has moved away from your hand.

"What is your problem..?" Now that made you raise an eyebrow. "My problem—?" He can't be serious right now. And that's how he ended up giving you the silent treatment, ending the chess match when it just started. You were utterly confused... even bewildered by his actions

Knowing your fiance won't crumble to a piece of you, you just quickly called out. "Kei?" He didn't even look at you.. oh, so that's how he was going to play. "Tsuki?" No budge, huh? The man had some nerves for ignoring his future wife. "Tsukishima Kei." Last call, he finally whipped his head to you.

Rolling your shirt up— his golden brown eyes dilated at the sight of your perky, wait, wait, this was cheating. "That's right, doofus.. I know you can't ignore them." You could totally hear the clogs in his brain working. Even bouncing them a bit— He quickly pulled your shirt down. "Hey—! what was that for??"

"You're in one hell of a ride, do that shit again. I dare you, baby."

How much aura did you gain after marrying the Ushijima Wakatoshi? You, the lovely wife, as ever.. had always been the cheeky one in the marriage. During one of his games, you'd literally chant his name out so loud. Maybe the whole stadium could hear you.

He'd be there happily, holding the ring chained around his neck. Giving you a small smile— You couldn't help but beam as you show off your ring finger too! Now that was months ago, your husband came home in a sour face after meeting his parents.

"Baby, how were your parents?" You asked him, quickly smiling as you cooked your signature curry. "Fine like usual." His deep voice caught you off guard as you felt a hand crept behind you. "Oh, so what did they—" "Can we not." You tilted your head.. "Sure.. okay." You compiled because who were you to say anything about that?

You looked at him as he ate, he felt your stare. "Yes, love?" The way your hand had been tapping on to counter.. like crazy. Lost in thought, you look up at him. "Toshi.. you know you can tell me anything?" Of course he knew that so he raised an eyebrow. "I know."

You were itching to know why he's so persistent on not telling you why.. he would usually just tell you at this point. But he seriously didn't want to talk about it, so he dismissed your concerns once again. "But babe.." You whined.. something in him just snapped.

"No, can you stop trying?" You huffed at his tone of language.. it was kind of your fault for being this nosy. So now here you were having a full blow argument. Were you petty? Definitely, a hundred percent. So when your husband had genuinely left you in the kitchen. You huffed—

Clearly, he needed a lot of space, huh? Shutting the bedroom door very tight— you wanted to go sleep there, but how? He had locked it from the inside. "Toshi..?" You called out. No answer. "Ushijima Wakatoshi!" You yelled out and finally the familiar 'click!' You finally let out a sigh and practically go in fast.

He's still on the bed, clearly trying to sleep. "Toshi..~" Your sweet velvety voice intoxicating him then sliding onto the bed— even straddling onto him. Still, the man laid bare, not even checking you out. You intentionally grind, trying to find the best friction. His hands finally with all of its glory wrapped around your hips.

"Look up." Your command might've sent a shudder on your poor husband. The blood pumping down to his familiar friend down there— oh how a vixen you were.. Seriously, he saw the way you held your shirt up. Those breasts out in the air just for him. "Mmm? Want it bad?"

"I swear, wife— you're always all talk and no action.."

That Argentinan volleyball player was taken by you! Who knew he had the hots for you. Tōru Oikawa, he had recently left Japan for Argentina.. then he met you. Somehow, you two clicked. Clearly, you only thought he was just getting into your pants but nope!

The infamous girlfriend of the volleyball player never really visited his games. Probably because your work always consumed your time. Tōru was beyond okay with that— of course he was. But after such a long tiring game, all he wanted to do was a date night with you. Sadly, you were still out at work.. in overtime. How could you not remember it at all? When you came home, his first response was immediate silence. Seriously nothing!!

"Tōru?" You called out in the shared apartment, finally slipping off your shoes. Stretching your arms wide as no response. "...Babe?" You called out once more. Absolutely nothing— you panicked, of course. Already running around to find him.That's when you spotted your sulky boyfriend, buried deep into the bed among all the plushies you have.

"Shit, babe.. did something happen at practice?" You asked him as he finally noticed your presence. An immediate huffed was heard, thanks to him. "Babe..? Baby..!!" You whined the petname, trying to uncover the blankets.

There he was, your lovely boyfriend. Tōru glared at you, those dark brown hues of his. "What's made you so sour..?" You asked him once more, trying to coerce him out of his moodiness. "I wonder why." He interrupted you, that made you raise an eyebrow. "Babe..."

You were utterly clueless, even when he avoided your touches. It suddenly clicked to you, a promise to him on for a date. You internally groan at that, "Shit, Tōru you know I didn't mean to forget.." Your hand itching to grasp his— yet he pulled away once again. "You always forget about me.." He whined into your shared pillows. "No I don't.. baby.. I'll make it up to you!!" You try to reason with him.

That's what got him to lash out at you. You did kind of deserve it— so here you are on the bed trying to get a sulky Tōru out of your shared bedroom once more. An idea popped into your head! "Tōru.. I have something to show you.." You found the man finally walk out of the bedroom. His disheveled appearance still looked way too good for your own eyes.

Your fingers found their way to your blouse— giving him a sweet smile. Only halfway through, you were damn thankful for picking a good bra for today. "Baby, I'm really sorry.." You whispered. And finally— your breasts were in full view of his sight. Nothing could have prepared you for the feral Tōru ravishing you!

The man was full on groping your breasts, even fiddling with those buds.. was he really that turned on? You couldn't believe you've let him play with you like this. On the tips of your heels— you needed more friction down there, too. So you whined at him, how your cunt needed his fingers too! And that's what he did, dipped them into your soaked panties.

"Fffuck— that's not fair, babe.. yknow your boobs and pussy are my weakness..!"

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

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