#they both like to bounce on it AND get bounced on

[bloodrelationsofheavenandearth]

but i want it (sweet as cherry wine)

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ desc; how does it feel to hold a hand, one that fits as if it were meant to do so with your own?

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ pairing; himeko : firefly : gepard : jing yuan : feixiao : argenti : aventurine : sunday : mydei : aglaea ➜ x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ mlist; !!!!!

himeko is the needle on your compass, the northern star in the sky and holds you steady- your anchor to warmth, your hearth and your home. the times that you manage to hold them, her hands are warm to the touch, usually second-hand from the coffee she always seems to have on hand; she always smells like coffee, too, rich and a little bit fruity. it lingers on her skin like ichor, soft and warm like the feeling of home- she is home, always. when she holds your hand she is caking you home, cradling one or both between her own, keeping your warmth entwined with hers because that’s just how it is. how it will stay.

firefly’s hands are familiar- not because they’re the same hands that cradle you often, but familiar in the way that makes your soul settle, stretched out lazily like a house cat under your skin. to hold her hand is to return to yourself, it is to envy the way the sky wraps itself around the sun and the moon and envy for that same closeness. it is the familiarity of matter, of what you are and will be coalescing, a bone deep ache that is soothed.

now, if you’d like to hold his hand- you’ve got to get gepard out of his gloves, first. whilst they keep his hands- big, strong, calloused hands- warm and safe during the day, they’re unfortunately not made with the idea of far sweeter things in mind. time and duty permitting, he’ll shuck them off like they burn him as soon as you, so dear to him, come into his view. holding his hand is to be encompassed, to feel the graze of his thumb over your knuckles and hand it brought up to his mouth; his cheeks are red, from the cold and you, always you. he needs, desperately, to be gentle enough, to covey all that he can’t when he is off doing his duty. you, the balm to the frigid cold.

jing yuan is a man of many people’s fascinations- yet, how amusing to you, that he seems so fascinated by simply holding your hands. ever the charmer, kissing your wrists and knuckles and palms and whispering into your skin- he is quiet afterwards, plays with your fingers and traces manicured nails over your skin. his hand, holding yours, is an endless stretch of time condensed into seconds; fleeting and effervescent, timeless and unshakeable. the press of the pads of his fingers mimic his devotion that sweetens on your tongue like honey, the weight of his palms against yours like the thudding weight of another heartbeat, intertwined together with yours. thumpthump. thump. thumpthump. thump.

perhaps, feixiao has a tendency to be a little rough around the edges- only sometimes. her hands reflect her well, especially so when you can snag them within your own; her anxiety, her anger, her mirth, her exhaustion. you alone cradle her in your hands, the cyclonic emotion that pours out of her like waves lapping at the shore. you stand, with her, cradling each other, in the eye of the storm. she is a cyclone, a constant ebb and flow that gives and takes and shelters you within herself. often, this is the case when she squeezes your hands- strength and love and loyalty and shelter.

perhaps one thing to note, is that argenti is usually never not holding your hand. or linking pinkies. or offering you his arm to hold. or somehow, in someway, near enough to feel him pressing some piece of himself to some part of you. he’s sweet, bottled sunshine that spills out of his body and burns itself into your being with its light- holding his hand is like holding the sun. holding it, cupped between your hands, reflecting its brilliance into your skin and shining its light through your body; it bounces off of your ribs and bursts out of your eyes, buries itself into your lungs and lodges so deeply it will never return completely to the sky. holding his hand is mundane, domestic, and an everyday occurrence; yet his brilliance will always be a live wire, buried in your chest and tethering you close.

holding hands with aventurine is always going to be just a little bit different each time- not because he pulls some kind of trick or because he’s unpredictable or anything of the sort. he, quite simply, just hasn’t yet found a completely sound way to honour the feeling of your hand in his. he draws from within himself to count his own luck, tracing over a freckle on the inside of your wrist. the stars bursting behind his eyelids grow ever in number when he finds a new pattern to trace over your fingers, a new way to touch the skin over your knuckles and configure a mind map every time. this, this feeling is something not even he will gamble

ever one for order, sunday is as expected, meticulous in the care he ensures in such a simple act. it is an act that is cyclical, a routine cultivated between the two of you out of careful consideration for the other; a tentative melody when your fingers brush, quickly meeting a crescendo when palms greedily press together to seek assurance. it is harmonious, yet there is a quiet strength- comforting in its presence, always known to be and never, ever taken for granted.

mydei who is ever the warrior, ever the one to weather the storm has hands like one would expect; there lay thin scars from youth, split knuckles and well worn callouses over his hands that speak of his character. these are hands that know violence. these are hands that are hard and strong and unwavering. and yet.. to hold his hand is to cradle his hardness, it is to bolster his strength like kindling to a fire or gasoline and a match. it is to let him pull you into his ribcage and make a home for you of his own skeleton, it is to be his blood and muscle and his heart. because what is a warrior without a worthy cause, a worthy reason to be strong?

to be graced by aglaea, to merely gaze upon her visage is already a beauty to be consumed of- to get closer, to feel the softness of her hands and the croon of her voice is an implosion. often, holding her hands leads to conversations that leave you levitating- knowledge shared between two lovers, whispers on the wind and sweet as morning dew. sometimes the knowledge is monotonous, or spellbinding or even a tad ridiculous; yet it always sears itself into your skin, embeds like hooks and has you strung up like a puppet on strings. to hold her hand is to languish in her beauty, in her passion and her drive you simply be who she is.

notes; sigh.. i got back into hsr again (i want mydei & anaxa & thank GOD i have a guaranteed character) and i wanted to post something! idk if half of these are coherent or for any of the characters fully, but like, it’s something :’) i took inspo from this i did for ff16 a while ago^ i can do more characters if they’re wanted in terms of hsr, just let me know!

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[ditzydoe444]

hi love, it’s me again!

i saw your post about older!jason and omg that is soooo up my alley. imagine older jason absolutely loving the power play between you guys! how he is so much more experienced and big and mature, and you’re just so little and dumb and innocent. he’d have the biggest corruption kink! knowing that he is the one doing all those things to you, teaching you how to be dirty for him and him only!

loving how he turned this innocent sweet girl, who he might have seen growing up if were feeling extra dirty, into his dirty little slut. the sweetheart to the public eye that he turns into a whore on his bed. but can you blame him? when a sweet young thing like her looked at an older and rugged man like him he didn’t even had a choice but to make her his.

- 🎸(sorry i got a bit carried away, my mind took her own turns lmao)

MDNI 18+

older! jason todd x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ age gap (reader is early 20’s and jason is late 30’s) vaginal sex, oral (both m and f receiving), a little manipulation

a/n: i loved everything you wrote!! it’s so spot on because he would def have a corruption kink

older! jason todd who couldn’t keep his eyes off from a pretty girl like you, in your early twenties who just graduated from college. you would prance around in the shortest dresses, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your panties occasionally. you were always so sweet to an older man like him, bringing him cookies whilst he worked in the garage fixing cars, your girly self juxtaposing against the roughness of the oil stained place.

older! jason todd who wanted to corrupt you, you were extremely sheltered hence why you were known as the neighbourhood sweetheart, so kind and innocent always expecting the best from people. so when you came to him about your broken aircon and how it was bothering you because your dad was away for the summer, jason did not hesitate to help. there was something about being alone with you in your own house, in the summer heat where you only wore a thin tank, no bra because he could see your nipples and the shortest baby shorts where he could see your panties and the outline of your pussy if you bent down.

older! jason todd who made you turn into his own whore, he just felt so good who started craving him constantly!! you would go to his garage, where he bent you cover the table and fucked your cunt until you went limp, occasionally, if he wasn’t working on the cars and instead on boring paper work, he would have you under his desk and sucking his cock. sometimes if he felt nice, cock warming would happen which then turns into pure fucking.

older! jason todd who loved the way your small cunt took his cock, how your body was so eager please him despite how big he was. your body was so determined to please him, how you were bouncing on his lap, completely naked begging him to fuck you. “please jay? it hurts,” you pleaded as you pathetically humped his leg, and how could he say no to a pretty thing like you?

older! jason todd who taught you how to suck his cock, watching your lips stretch out to accomodate his thick length as you gagged half way down. it was adorable how eager you were to take him, “slow down yeah? can’t have you choking when you are barely halfway.” jason was filthy, he loved making you give him the sloppiest head, your eyes rolling back as saliva dribbled down your chin and out the corners of your mouth.

older! jason todd is the biggest munch, he would grip your thighs apart as he devoured your cunt, watching your puffy folds drip with your own cum, his chin glistening as he refused to waste a single drop. whenever you told him that you were overstimulated he would guilt trip you. “i just came home from working and now a starved man can’t get a taste of his own girl? come on sweetheart, i thought i taught you better.”

[mapis-putellas]

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝑴.𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑰.𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏

Parents Mapi and Ingrid <3

Ingrid is already awake when Viviana stirs beside her, the little girl making a soft, sleepy sound as she presses her face further into Ingrid’s thigh. Ingrid smiles, running her fingers gently through Vivi’s fine blonde hair as she keeps reading the book she had balanced on her lap. Mapi, predictably, is still dead to the world on the other side of the bed, her face half-buried in her pillow, mouth slightly open, a tiny patch of drool dampening the pillowcase beneath her chin.

It’s a familiar, comforting sight, one Ingrid never grows tired of.

Vivi shifts again, this time stretching her little limbs with a quiet grunt before blinking her eyes up at Ingrid. There’s a brief moment where she looks groggy, unfocused before fully registering Ingrid beside her, and it takes only seconds for her whole face light up.

“Mama,” she murmurs, small hands immediately reaching for Ingrid.

“God morgen, mi amorcita,” Ingrid greets, setting her book aside as she easily scoops Vivi up, settling her comfortably against her chest so her tiny legs straddling her hips. Vivi hums happily, her fingers finding the collar of Ingrid’s pyjama shirt, toying with the fabric as she rests her cheek against Ingrid’s breastbone. Her thumb finds its way to her mouth, and Ingrid lets her be, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

For a while, they just sit like that, Ingrid cradling her daughter as she strokes slow, absentminded circles against her back. Ingrid loves this part of the morning, when everything is still quiet, slow, before the day really begins. It’s when Vivi’s the clingiest, the most content.

Mapi shifts slightly beside them both, letting out a soft sigh, but she doesn’t wake, and Ingrid smiles a little at the sight of her hair sticking up in all directions.

“She’s a disaster, isn’t she?” Ingrid murmurs to Vivi, who turns her head to glance at Mapi before nodding solemnly.

“Mhh.” She murmurs around her thumb.

Ingrid chuckles before giving Vivi a squeeze and sitting up. “Come on, let’s get you ready before Mami wakes up.”

Vivi makes a little sound of protest, reluctant to move from Ingrid’s warm arms, but she lets Ingrid carry her off the bed. Ingrid quickly changes her pull-up into a fresh one before helping her into a pair of white leggings decorated with tiny red hearts. Vivi stares down at them, brushing her fingers over the fabric, before looking up at Ingrid with an eager little grin.

“Bonita,” she declares.

“Sí, muy bonita,” Ingrid agrees with a fond smile, tugging an equally as tiny jumper over the little ones head, waiting for vivi to shove her arms through the sleeves before tugging it down so it properly covers her. “Okay, now, what should we do about-“ She glances over at Mapi, who was still snoring away.

An idea quickly springs to mind.

Vivi giggles as Ingrid lifts her up and gently places her right on top of Mapi, her little legs straddling her stomach. Mapi stirs immediately, her brow furrowing, but she still doesn’t wake up. Vivi leans forward, peering at her mother’s face. She runs her tiny finger over the freckles on her nose; her eyebrows, her septum piercing, and then she pokes her cheek.

Nothing.

Another poke.

Still nothing.

Vivi frowns, determined now, and pokes a little harder this time. Mapi grunts, her nose scrunching up as she shifts, cracking one bleary eye open. Vivi beams.

“Mama, ‘wake!”

Mapi blinks, clearly still confused, before groaning and dropping her head back onto the pillow. “No…” she mumbles, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Sí!” Vivi argues, bouncing slightly on Mapi’s stomach, which earns a choked sound from the woman beneath her.

Ingrid smirks, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Mapi’s temple. “Rise and shine, cariño.”

Mapi groans again, blindly reaching for Ingrid but grabbing nothing but air. “Why…?” she whines dramatically, though there’s already a hint of amusement in her sleepy voice.

Vivi pokes her cheek again. “No sleepy.”

“I think she’s telling you it’s time to get up,” Ingrid supplies helpfully.

Mapi cracks an eye open again, looking at Vivi with an exaggerated pout. “You betray me like this, pequeña?”

Vivi giggles, delighted.

Mapi sighs heavily, then suddenly, without warning, she wraps her arms around Vivi and flips them both over, pinning the little girl beneath her as she peppers her face with playful kisses. Vivi squeals, her tiny hands flailing as she giggles uncontrollably.

“Nooo, Mama!” she shrieks through her laughter, kicking her legs as Mapi nuzzles into her neck.

“Sí, sí, sí,” Mapi teases, finally pulling back to grin down at her.

Vivi is still giggling breathlessly, her little chest rising and falling rapidly, and Ingrid watches them with the softest smile.

“Come on, trouble makers,” she finally says, standing from the bed. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

At the mention of food, Vivi immediately perks up, wriggling free from Mapi’s hold and sliding off the bed. “Choco!” she declares eagerly, already making a beeline for the door.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Ingrid calls after her, stopping her in her tracks. “Not just chocolate. You need real breakfast first, mi amor.”

Vivi pouts, but Ingrid simply raises an eyebrow, and after a moment, Vivi sighs dramatically. “Vale…”

“Good girl.” Ingrid playfully muses her hair before scooping her up into her arms and situating her onto her hip. She pats her padded behind a few times before making her way into the kitchen.

Mapi follows them after using the bathroom, still looking a little disheveled, her hair a wild mess and her eyes barely open. She groans as she drops into a chair at the kitchen table next to vivi’s booster seat, dramatically resting her head against the table.

“I hate mornings,” she mumbles.

“You hate waking up,” Ingrid corrects as she places a bowl of cereal in front of her, along with a much smaller, plastic bowl in front of vivi. “That’s different.”

“Mm.” Mapi lifts her head just enough to press a sleepy kiss to Ingrid’s hip before reaching for her spoon. Vivi is happily munching on her food already, swinging her legs beneath the table with dribbles of milk already dripping down her chin, and Ingrid smiles as she wipes the little ones face with her hand before sitting down beside her.

**

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[jaiel]

AU based off this.

(Warning long)

Background info:

Danny and Billy met as heroes. Identity reveal and realizing they’re the same age (16) but have alter egos that are older. They eventually start dating.They get married in their adult forms for tax benefits and to keep them both from being homeless since Billy is bouncing from foster homes and Danny was on the run. Dan and Dani aren’t in the picture to make things easier on them for now.

They fight to handle their problems because Danny comes from a species where fighting is how you say hello and Billy is a magical greek champion and patron of magic. So their language of choice when words aren’t working is fighting. They both have healing factors and hormonal teenage boys so it’s not issues. Until the league takes notice.

Imagine Danny and Billy getting sat down for an intervention. The league is tired of them coming in injured. They think Danny is abusing Billy. They also don’t know about Danny’s real age. They think he’s an immortal posing as a teenage because of his appearances in history. Meanwhile Danny was just time traveling. He also still has unresolved trauma from a lot of things.

Billy snd Danny float in, in their respective hero identities to the whole league staring at them in the meeting room. Before they could fully process it snd turn on their heels and dip. Superman suddenly locked them into the meeting room and blocked the door. Danny and Billy look at each other.

“I think we’re in trouble..” Marvel stage whispers.

“Nooooooo I think they just wanna play Mario kart.” Danny sassily whispers back.

Marvel sighs figuring Danny was annoyed he made them use the tubes instead of flying up to the watch tower. In his defense, Batman had said it was important and he didn’t want Danny getting distracted by space and making them late AGAIN. He was taken out of his thoughts by Dinah and Diana walking towards them and gesturing to seats in the in front of the other leaguers.

“Phantom, Captain Marvel. We would appreciate if you sit and hear us out.” Diana said firmly. Giving little room for wiggle room.

“I told you we should’ve went to the moon first.” Danny grumbled already moving to the seats to sit and marvel followed suit.

“Good. We gathered you today because we are concerned about you two. We as a team….as a family have noticed some concerning behaviors over the past few months. We would like to share them with you. After we share we will allow you to respond. We are here to help.” Dinah said in her typical calm voice that she used for therapy.

In the corner of his eyes he could see Danny cross his arms and float ever so slightly above the chair. His deathly slow heart rate picking up ever so slightly.

“I’ve noticed since you’ve been married. Both of you have came to meetings and incidents already injured. Just last week Phantom had various bruising on his neck, a black eye and a broken leg when he came in to finish his reports. However there had been no incidents of crime on that day or reports.” Batman remarked squinting his eyes at Shazam.

“Marvel, you yourself have come in with broken ribs and other bones on multiple occasions. Even needing to sit out of missions a few times in the last couple of months.” Wonder Woman added shifting her gaze from Marvel to Danny. Oh so that’s what this is about. It should be an easy fix. Hopefully he could keep Danny calm enough for it to happen. He began to reach for the others hand when-

Screeching of a chair scrapping against the floor made everyone’s head turnt to Green Lantern.

“Ight since everyone’s to scared to say it. We know you’ve been beating on Marvel, PHANTOM! We know about your brawls at point Nemo and you both do a horrible job hiding your injuries. It’s outrageous that you claim to be a hero but beat on YOUR OWN HUSBAND!” Green lantern yelled accusingly floating into the air. There was a mixture of agreements and muttering. Some of the senior league members glaring daggers at GL. Clearly this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“Isn’t Marvel a little too young for you anyways?” The Flash muttered.

Before Marvel could say anything. There was an ice spike shot directly where the Flash had been sitting. Upon impact the spike had covered the chair. The Flash himself having dodged and stood staring at them offendedly. The air around them dropped until everyone’s breath began to show like vapor. He looked at Danny whose hands were shaking as ice formed around his chair.

“Phantom, my spookie, spook it’s okay. They’re just concerned. They don’t know.” Marvel said grabbing onto one of Danny’s hands snd wincing at how cold it was. He refused to let go until Danny met his eyes.

His head had been down as he hadn’t been making eye contact since the conversation started. Marvel should’ve known something was up when there wasn’t any banter or sass coming from him. Danny’s glowing green eyes had a white reflective slit in the middle. Like the reflective eyes of a cat and his face seemed to shift or glitch ever so slightly.

“I can’t do this again.” He whispered. Small tears could be seen. Evaporating off his pale skin. “I’m not a monster.”

“I know. You’re not a monster.” He said cupping Danny’s face in his hands.

Smiling as Danny leaned into his touch. A good sign that he wouldn’t try to impale anyone else. He could hear speaking in the background but he tried to ignore it and focus on Danny.

“Now if you could stop giving us all the cold shoulder I would appreciate it.”

His attempted at a joke worked when he got a small snort out of Danny. His eyes dimming slightly as the ice began to vaporize into the air.

“I know it’s a big step but I would appreciate if you follow my lead. I’ll do your chores for the next 3 months.” He prompted looking Danny in the eyes. Danny looked back at him searching his face. He knew that Danny had found what he was looking for when the other frowned deeply.

“The rest of the year.” Danny said with a straight face that left absolutely no room for arguments. Marvel signed.

“Fine.”

“Swear it!” Danny demanded as his voice reverberated as if multiple people were talking. He hated when he did that.

“Fine! I swear on the river Styx that I will do your chores for the rest of the year.” Marvel proclaimed loudly. He could hear Wonder Woman gasp at the mention of the river. He took Danny’s waiting hand as green fire enveloped them as they shook.

He then turned to the alarmed members of the league. Some shocked, some in battle stances, some in confusion but all staring at Phantom and Marvel.

Danny watched as Marvel said the magic words. “Shazam” and transformed back into Billy with the strike of mysterious lightning. Wearing his classic red hoodie, jeans and sneakers. He snickered silently kneeling they were wearing the same thing since Danny had just taken Billy’s clothes. Billy cleared his throat.

“Some of you know. Others don’t. I’m Billy Batson. I am Captain Mavrel. It seems we have a few misunderstandings we need to clear up.” He said trying to stand up straighter like when he’s trying to sound more mature.

“You have the floor Billy.” Batman states. Raising a hand to stop all sounds of objections and shock from other members.

“Thank you. I’ll state the facts clearly. Me and a Phantom are in a healthy relationship. Phantom is an appropriate age to be dating me. We appreciate your concern but your this intervention is unwarranted. I won’t speak for Danny but I take offense at you accusing him of mistreating me and accusations against his character.” He said becoming very sharp towards then end.

Where he glared at Green Lantern and The Flash. His fist clenched but he took a breath and calmed himself. He then turned to Phantom. Danny could see that it was his time to be included. Billy’s blue eyes were soft but the unspoken question of ‘do you trust me?’ Was all but spoken. Danny sighed and mustered his courage as he let the white rings envelop him and he got up to stand next to Billy. Quickly taking his hand.

“Would you like to introduce yourself? I can do it for you.” Billy turned his head to whisper in his ear. Danny shook his head and instead clenched Billy’s hand a little harder.

“My name is Daniel Fenton. Call me Danny but you know me as Phantom. I’m 16 snd a half ghost of the Infinite Realms.” Danny said as he let himself look over the shocked faces of the League.

“You expect us to believe you’re telling the truth? We have seen evidence of you throughout history.” Aquaman countered. “Some of us even have ran into you in our youth.”

“Aquaman I don’t sense any lies come from either of them. This meeting also wasn’t supposed to be accusatory.” Martian Manhunter spoke up. “We gathered to check on the well fare of both of our members.”

“Manhunter is right. We shouldn’t be throwing accusations. The league is founded on mutual trust and understanding.” Superman stood in.

Wonder Woman stood from where she had been sitting and walked towards the two boys. Billy moved forward to put space between her and Danny. She stopped in front of them and took the lasso off her hip. She held it out.

“Would you consent to the lasso of Truth? Simply to ease the minds of some of our more stubborn members.” She said mainly looking at Danny.

In a relationship, even a fake one, there will always be fights. Billy and Danny know this from experience. But they are only teenagers and sometimes can’t have calm conversations, although they try. Then they get the idea to fight in Point Nemo, where they can’t hurt anyone. After all, the fights take place in the forms of Captain Marvel and Phantom. Their fights are of very different nature. Who will take out the trash? Let’s fly to Point Nemo. Who will get Dan out of Gotham again? Point Nemo. Is someone offended? They will sort everything out in Point Nemo!

Aquaman senses that sometimes the ocean is not calm and the sea creatures are worried and scared. And when he arrives at the scene of the disturbance, he sees Marvel and Phantom fighting, figuring out who will wash the dishes today. Arthur does not know the reason and thinks that there is a fight between them, a pretty brutal fight, with blood, screams and all that. Let's just say he did not like it. And he told the rest of the League about it.

The League already doesn't like Phantom, and this is a great opportunity to throw even more stones at him.

[seaborgium-dazies]

call me baby ♡ mdni

how mha boys praise you praise kink, established relationship, f!reader, dirty talk (puppy, princess, good girl), p in v, oral f!receiving 🌊: deku, bakugo, shoto, kirishima

deku:

I think it goes without saying that deku loves calling you puppy. He sprinkles a mix of darling, love and dear into his daily use of pet names as well. 'Puppy' is something very private to him; something meant just for him and you; something that lays both of you completely bare. And we all know how rambly deku gets when he's nervous or excited, you can bet your ass it's even more amplified when he's horny.

When deku came home after evening patrol completely spent you could practically feel the exhaustion dripping off of him and pooling on the floor around him. You hated seeing him like this and you knew you had to help him somehow. It didn't take long until you were on top of him bouncing and grinding to your hearts content. You made quick work of deku and soon enough he was trying his hardest to hold onto what was left of his sanity. "Puppy, you feel s'good" he slurs as your hips rock against his. He could barely keep his green eyes open and yet he couldn't stop praising you. "You're so so good to me puppy, taking me so well, ahh~". Even when his mind was wiped blank the love he held for you was so prominent that his tongue was doing somersaults, carefully stringing words of praise together "You're doing so good for me puppy. You feel haaah~ amazing. Keep going puppy, puppy-". His rambling came to a halt only as his muscles spasmed and his head fell back in a silent cry. But he was quick to pick up again after he came back to his senses, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves you <3

bakugo:

Bakugo may seem like a person who doesn't praise at all but in reality he's a sucker for it. In the beginning it would really require some emotional work from him though because admitting how much he cares for you and how important you are to him is incredibly hard for him. It's something he struggles with but after he gets used to being vulnerable with you he can't stop praising you. Especially when you're having sensual sex the words effortlessly fall from his lips.

You were going at it for what felt like hours and yet it was only your second round. Bakugos cock was pistoning in and out of you with speed that left you unable to speak. Your whines and moans fell like oil into the fire that is Katsuki Bakugos ego. "Yeah? You like that?" Katsuki asks breathlessly. Your reply made entirely of moans only earns a cocky chuckle. "You're taking me so well baby, just like that, yeah". He hungrily stares at the space where you two are connected, eager to get more moans out of you he starts circling your clit. "Just like that baby, just let loose for me princess". You couldn't help but throw your head back as he settled on the perfect pace. You couldn't help but wonder if someone had given him an instruction manual on how to make you cum with the way that he's working your buttons. "Eyes on me pretty princess" he says as he gently guides your face back "That's a good girl". And with one more flick of your clit your orgasm washes over you, bakugos voice still echoing through your head.

shoto:

At first shoto was very new to dirty talk but after you tried it out on him and he enjoyed it a lot he decided he wanted to be able to make you feel that way too. His gentle and kind nature translates to this aspect as well and and his dirty talk is very literal.

It took shoto mere seconds to figure out that something was bothering you. Although you tried to hide it as to not alarm or bother him, you weren't too surprised that he had you pegged so quickly. Shoto coaxed your troubles out of you, and as he heard that you couldn't help but feel undesirable and unattractive his brows furrowed. Luckily he knew exactly how to convince you of the opposite. His tongue was lapping at your folds and obscene slurping sounds filled the air. "Your pretty pussy tastes so good, mmmm". The vibration of shotos groan made you moan. He pulled away with a dopey smile and spoke with a voice so sweet it was practically dripping honey. "Look at you all splayed out for me, I've never seen anything more beautiful, you take my breath away baby". And just like that, as if he didn't just bring tears to your eyes with his words he ducked down and sucked on your clit like there was no tomorrow.

kirishima:

Kirishima is already kissing the ground you walk on in everyday life so it's no surprise that he's showering you with praise in the bedroom as well. Really it'd be a surprise if someone were to date him and NOT develop a praise kink. He maneuvers his way around words like a champion, alternating between sickly sweet and downright nasty.

Kirishima considered it a miracle that the two of you had a day off work that actually lined up. He didn't remember the last time that had happened. He was up and dripping with sweat from his morning run as you were still sound asleep. A quick shower later he stepped out of the fogged up room to hear you humming in the kitchen. He saw you making yourself a cup of coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but panties and an oversized shirt. He took a good thirty seconds to just watch your ass gently bounce as you were bobbing your head to the song from the radio, almost salivating at the way your flesh spilled out of your panties. You heard a soft "Baby you're killing me" from the hallway. You just had to chuckle when you saw kirishima, palming his boner. The effect you had on him was truly undeniable. You curled your finger, beckoning him to come and kirishima was on you in an instant. His tongue was working miracles on your neck and every time he stopped to breathe, he leaned in close and whispered something sinfully sweet into your ear. As if your mind wasn't hazy enough as you heard him "Such a good girl for me, so perfect". Your knees were about to give out as kirishima scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bed. You couldn't deny that he was your demise as well as your salvation.

all characters aged up

©️ seaborgium-dazies 2025

[littelovelunette]

Submissive With A Cock

Lost the request for ittt

Contains smut, strap, degradation, submissive!vi, spitting, cock slapping, choking, implications of chastising cock, breeding, bdsm, orgasm control, sadistic!r, filthy filthy sex, wax play, nipple play, bondage

Word count: 1.6k

Vi was crying out with each and every bounce, she was stuck riding your strap, dildo disappearing in her tight asshole with each and every thrust.

Filthy moans spilled past her scarred lips, she felt way too good to even phrase it right.

Vi's nipple pierced tits were bouncing up and down with every little motion she made— the nipple piercings shining in the dim golden light of the cramped bedroom you both shared.

You leaned back cozily and comfortably as you scrolled through your phone with your right hand, left hand holding her cock and giving it lazy slow strokes.

"Mommy, please." Vi breathily moaned and tried to struggle against the ties holding her wrists behind her back but it was of no use.

"Mommy please what?" Your tone was taunting as you looked at her, sparing her a simple glance. "Look at you pathetically riding my strap. You're the one with a real dick—" You slapped the shaft making it twitch and making Vi whimper. "—Yet I'm the one dicking you down."

Vi let out a whine at that, wincing as you grabbed her cock and squeezed it oh your hands, creamy liquid seeping out of the tip.

"Slut." You spat between the valley of her tits, spit dripping down so disgustingly but it was on Vi so it was anything but disgusting— it suited her. Suited her fucked out state. Her pathetic whore-like state.

Vi let out a small strangled moan as you thrust your hips up hard against her asshole. "Oh, so good!" Vi cried out, precum dripping out of her reddened tip.

"Fuck, you're dripping so much." You laughed as you continued thrusting your hips up making Vi's face contort, small sounds leaving her, "Maybe I should just lock your pathetic cock up instead. I'm way too nice with you, aren't I?"

"Mommy, please, don't do that." Vi pleaded, looking at you with puppy eyes. "I'll be good. I'll be good." She panted mindlessly as her muscles strained against the restraints of her hands

You will, huh?" You held Vi's thigh, guiding her up and down on the dildo. You held the shaft of her dick with your hand and stroked it, tilting it up making Vi clench around the strap.

"Gonna cum?" You asked, feeling her cock twitching in your hand. Vi nodded pathetically and babbled, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Vi let out a scream of pleasure, thick ropes of semen splattering on her own chest and face.

"Fuck..." Vi cursed under her breath, your thumb pressed against Vi's bottom lip, forcing the liquid into her mouth using your finger.

"You taste good, don't you?" You smirked and Vi nodded, "Yes... So good..."

"Mommy, can I please put it in you?" Vi asked in a small, innocent voice. She stared at you with her puppy eyes making you smirk a little, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

"You want to stuff this tight cunt?" You asked, making Vi whimper a little, nodding her head immediately.

"Wanna fill up mommy's cunt, hmm?" You taunted with a smirk on your lips. Vi, however, shameless as she was, nodded eagerly.

"Please, please, please!" Vi pleaded, making you laugh a little before nodding and tapping her hip.

"Come on. Get off."

You slipped the ties and loops off of Vi's arms.

Vi got off the strap, helping you take the harness off your body. You slowly spread your legs out. "Mommy... So wet for me." Vi whispered and traced your wet folds with her fingers.

"Stop playing around, slut, you know you want it, stuff it." You ordered making Vi nod quickly, grabbing her shaft with one hand and guiding it to your slit.

Vi slid it in with ease, a throaty moan leaving your lips. Vi slowly started thrusting, finding a rhythmic pace that you approved of. "Mommy, please say I'm doing good."

"Yeah, you are." You said, pulling Vi's torso down, "You are doing so good." Vi wrapped her arms around you as she desperately rammed her huge cock inside you making lewd squelching sounds fill the room.

You didn't care the room smelled like sweat and semen, even Vi smelled like her own semen but fuck, did you love messy, filthy sex.

Vi's cock was already so sensitive, even as your walls fluttered tightly around her shaft you expected her to hold off for way longer. If there was any rule you made Vi follow it was that you get to come first whenever she's penetrating you with her submissive shaft.

But this time it felt like she really wouldn't be able to hold herself off because of how much she was twitching inside your tight cunt. Of course, you knew she was teetering on the very edge of an orgasm so you just had to give it a little push.

Afterall, it was your job to train your bitch wasn't it? Vi's eyes snapped open and mouth parted, her brain barely registering words rather just pleasure as she merely managed to utter the word "Mommy."

And before she could apologise or even think of it, you felt the gush of semen flood your insides. She did it. And now you had your little excuse to give Vi a probably borderline pain-pleasure punishment.

"Mommy, please that was an accident, it won't happen again I swear! I'm just sensitive, I'll have better—" Vi began but you were already pulling her cock out and forcing her to lay with her back flat against the bed.

You grabbed the ropes you had used to tie her hands with before and used them to tie her wrists to the bedpost, disabling her from using those biceps which were honestly just eye candy because she simply was too submissive (when in subspace) to use them or her dick for that matter.

Your first slap to her cock made her whole body jolt in the sudden pain, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She babbled out, tears streaming down her cheeks already. You knew she was sensitive, she came two times already and her third orgasm was probably building up as she simply thought of the punishment she'd have to endure now.

"Such a useless thing." You squeezed her length making Vi's eyes squeeze close, a small "Hah..." Leaving her mouth.

You knew, she was in for a long night.

You stood up and walked to the cabinet, taking out the BDSM candles you both had contemplated on using before but Vi wasn't brave enough to ask for it, knowing you'd taunt her to death about it.

You lit the candle and watched the wax slowly start melting, “Tell me, slut, how sorry are you?”

“I'm sorry, mommy, I'm sorry, please. I'll have better control!” Vi squeaked, feeling the hot wax starting to coat her shaft. “It burns! It's hot!”

“Yet your cock is twitching, precumming.” You laughed tilting the candle to let more wax fall on her cock, Vi cried out in pleasure with her head thrown back.

Her mouth opened a little but only a small choked moan issued barely even audible.

“I'll be good… will control…”

You blew the candle out after a bit and put it on the bedside table before slowly wiping the wax off her dick.

“Mhm? Your cock is so warm now.” You laughed a little and hovered your cunt over her cock making Vi’s eyes instantly sparkle.

“Please, inside, please.” Vi pleaded pathetically, face shining with her tear stains and sweat. Your fingers tangled in her sweat dampened hair as you sunk down, letting her hard warm length slide inside your achingly wet pussy.

“Mommy, so tight…” Vi whined and cried out, you wrapped your legs around Vi, bringing her hands out of the ties and onto your breasts.

“Play.” You said and Vi instantly started pinching and pulling on the nipples, sucking and leaving hickeys on your mounds as well.

“Mommy's boobs…” Vi stuffed her face in the curve of your breasts, suckling contently as you slowly started moving your hips, riding her cock. “S-So good.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you're so big, you like mommy's tight cunt, huh?” You held Vi’s throat, squeezing it a little making her gasp for air. Her face scrunched up in pleasure and reddened more than before. It was clear she loved your wet tight cunt around her cock.

“Mommyyyyyy! Please, kiss.” Vi puckered up her lips eagerly, it was so cute as she repeated it again, “Kiss…”

You moaned a little feeling her cock hit your cervix. “What a baby.” You said but there was no real heat behind your words as you grabbed her jaw and brought her in for a sloppy, wet kiss.

Your tongue delved in her mouth swallowing her moans as Vi's hands left your tits and held your waist instead guiding you to bounce on her cock.

“Mommy, I'm gonna cum, please, I'm gonna cum, can I cum?” Vi squeaked as she trembled beneath you.

“Not yet, hold on,” you panted, “I'm close too, fuck, let's cum together.”

Vi nodded and wrapped her arms around you pausing your motions as she brought you in for a sweaty, tight hug.

She desperately fucked into you as she bucked her hips up, making you moan and hold her tightly as you came on her dick.

Just after you came, Vi came too, inside you, painting your inner walls white.

As you slowly got up, letting her shaft slide out of your spent pussy, you grinned seeing the now unconscious woman lay beneath you, cock slightly reddened from the stimulation.

“My slut. My slut with a cock.”

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Okay, so I kinda have baby fever currently and was hoping you could help cure it. Maybe a baby girl with Max? Like using that kelly is pregnant and the baby is a little girl and max is introducing the baby to Penelope for thr first time? Or something like that. Max looks good with babies.

Big sister

The house was unusually quiet without Max and Kelly. Penelope had been staying with her grandma, but she couldn't sit still. Since her parents left for the hospital, she had been waiting for what felt like forever. She missed them. But more than anything, she was desperate to meet her baby sister.

"How much longer, Oma?" Penelope asked for what had to be the tenth time in the past hour. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her little hands twisting the hem of her dress.

Sophie smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind Penelope's ear. "Soon, sweetheart. I promise. Papa said he'd call when it was time for us to visit."

Penelope sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch. "But I've been waiting forever," she groaned. "What if the baby doesn’t like me?"

"Oh, sweetheart," Sophie chuckled, sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around her. "Your little sister is going to love you so much. And you’re going to be the best big sister ever."

Penelope smiled a little, leaning into the hug. "I hope so. I have so many things to teach her."

Before Sophie could respond, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. Penelope's head shot up as Sophie checked the screen. A warm smile spread across her face.

"Come on, my sweet girl," she said, holding out her hand. "It's time."

Penelope jumped to her feet, her heart pounding with excitement. "Really? I get to see Mama and Papa and my sister?"

"Yes," Sophie laughed softly, grabbing her purse. "Let’s go meet her."

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The hospital room was warm and quiet when Sophie gently pushed the door open, guiding Penelope inside. The second she spotted Kelly sitting up in bed, Penelope ran straight to her.

"Mama!" she cried, launching herself onto the bed and into Kelly’s open arms. "Where is she? Where’s my sister?"

Kelly laughed softly, pulling her into a warm hug. "Hey, baby," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Penelope’s hair. "She’s right here."

At Kelly’s words, Penelope turned her head—and there was Max, standing a few steps away. In his arms, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, was the tiniest, most perfect baby Penelope had ever seen.

Her mouth fell open. "Is that her?" she whispered.

Max smiled softly, his voice warm with pride and tenderness. "Yeah, P. This is your baby sister, Yn."

Penelope scrambled to sit up straighter. "Can I hold her? Please, Papa?"

"Of course you can," Max said gently. "But you need to be very careful, okay? Sit next to Mama so you can be comfy."

Without hesitation, Penelope scooted over, her small legs dangling over the side of the bed. Kelly kept a protective arm around her while Max moved closer.

"Ready?" Max asked softly.

Penelope nodded eagerly, holding out her arms the way Max had taught her earlier that week. She held her breath as he carefully placed Yn into her waiting arms, making sure her hands were steady.

The moment Yn was settled, Penelope’s face lit up with wonder. "She’s so tiny," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "And soft."

Kelly laughed quietly, brushing a hand over Penelope’s hair. "She is. She already loves her big sister so much."

Penelope’s fingers gently traced Yn’s cheek, her touch feather-light. Yn stirred slightly but didn’t fuss, and Penelope beamed. "She likes me," she whispered.

"Of course, she does," Max said, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching them both closely. His heart swelled at the sight of his two girls together. "You’re her big sister—you’re already her favorite person."

Penelope looked up at her parents, her heart nearly bursting with happiness. "Thank you," she said earnestly.

Kelly tilted her head in confusion. "For what, baby?"

"For giving me a sister," Penelope said, her voice soft but full of joy.

Max chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "You’re very welcome, P. We’re so happy you love her already."

"I do," Penelope said quickly, cuddling Yn a little closer. "I love her so, so much. And I’m gonna teach her everything."

Kelly’s smile grew as she shared a tender look with Max. It meant the world to both of them that Penelope was so happy. "I know you will," Kelly said softly.

For a while, they sat in quiet peace—just the four of them. Penelope kept her eyes on her sister, watching every little movement she made. When Yn let out a tiny yawn, Penelope giggled quietly.

"She’s so cute," Penelope whispered.

Max couldn’t stop smiling as he watched them. His heart was full, and the love he felt for his girls overwhelmed him. He never thought he could be this happy.

"Alright, P," he said softly after a while. "I should take Yn back now. She might get a little fussy."

But when Max reached out to take the baby, Penelope tightened her arms around her sister and shook her head firmly. "No."

Kelly raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her smile. "No?"

Penelope looked at them seriously. "She’s mine," she declared. "You gave her to me. That means she belongs to me now."

Max chuckled softly, exchanging an amused glance with Kelly. "Sweetheart, that’s not exactly how it works," he said gently.

"But she’s my gift," Penelope insisted, her brow furrowed with determination. "And if she’s my gift, I get to keep her."

Kelly laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Penelope’s head. "Baby, she’s all of ours. You don’t have to worry—she’s not going anywhere."

Penelope pouted slightly, her arms still wrapped protectively around Yn. "But I wanna take her home with me now. We need to pack her things."

Max let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Oh, P," he murmured. "I love how much you care about her already."

Penelope’s pout deepened. "It’s not funny, Papa. She’s my sister."

Kelly bit back another smile, smoothing a hand over Penelope’s back. "And you’re the best big sister. But Yn needs to stay here a little longer with Mama and Papa so the doctors can make sure she’s healthy."

"But…" Penelope trailed off, glancing down at the baby again. "I just love her so much."

Max’s heart melted at her words. He reached out to stroke her hair gently. "We know you do, sweetheart. And you’ll get to be with her every single day. You’ll help us take care of her, teach her things—everything."

Penelope perked up a little at that. "Everything?"

"Everything," Max promised. "She’s going to need you, P. You’re going to be her hero."

Penelope finally relaxed, a smile returning to her face. "Okay," she said softly. "I’ll teach her everything."

Kelly’s eyes softened as she watched them, warmth spreading through her chest. "We love you so much, P," she murmured. "And we’re so proud of you already."

"I love you too," Penelope said sweetly, snuggling closer. "And I love Yn the most."

As Max and Kelly shared a tender smile, they knew that no matter what, their family was complete—and full of love.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoy this story. My requests are always open for you. Max is Penelopes other dad, change my mind.

-💙🦋

[madewithsilk]

Can you do a rlly feminine reader with either Ellie williams, Abby, or Vi? Please n thank youuu 🙏🙏

— ᴠɪ x ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ (ꜰ!) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

— Vi who worships the ground you walk on. She'll get you everything and anything you want, you've hardly ever heard the word no leave her mouth. How could she say no to you?

"Vi, which one should I get!" You pout, complaining with two equally beautiful dresses in your hand. Vi looks dumbfounded while staring at you, snapping herself out of the trance. "Uh, get both, I'll buy both." She clarifies, watching you wrap your arms around her. She'd spend a million dollars on you to get that same reaction each time.

— Vi who follows you around like a lost puppy. Her friends have even called her out for it, when you're at a party or a reunion of some sort, she's after you and following your every whim. She can't help it. And it's even worse when you're upset with her, she can't take it.

Vi's eyebrows furrowed, hugging you from behind and nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck with unshed tears. "Why are you so mad, baby?" She whispers, knowing damn right why you were angry. You scoff and jerk her hand away but she just holds you closer. "Wanna do my makeup or some shit like that? Just stop being mad." You turn around with lit up eyes, a smile coming across your face.

— Vi who enjoys servicing you more than receiving. She loves getting down on her knees for you, begging you to let her eat your cunt. She loves when you tangle your hand into her hair and guide her, or when you grind against her face like if she were a toy.

Her blue eyes gazed up at you as her nose grinded on your clit and her tongue fucked your entrance. Your legs were thrown over her shoulder, whimpering and bucking your hips upwards. "Vi, m'so close—" She gave you as many orgasms as you wanted.

— Vi that loves when you leave bright pink kiss marks all over her face. She gets woozy by the end, head spinning with all the little lipstick marks her cheeks and neck.

You had been trying to find a kiss proof lipstick, trying on multiple kinds and brands just to see Vi and see if it would rub off. Perhaps you purposefully tried all not not-transfer-proof ones so she could look beautiful with you lip marks. "Awh, none of these don't smudge!" You bounce slightly on the couch, complaining. "Jus', just keep trying, dollface."

— Vi that loves playing housewife with you. She’s always been the one to do everything her whole life, so coming home from work to a pretty wife who prances around with a floral apron on while cooking dinner and doing laundry is just her dream.

Vi puts her coat up, takes her shoes off, and tumbles over to the kitchen just to wrap her arms around your waist and sway you side to side. “Made your favorite, ma’am,” You tease and giggle just for her to kiss you briefly. “Love you so much,” And when she wanders off to the bedroom, clean clothes, tidy space, and bath set up for you both, she falls even deeper in love.

— Vi who dreads punishing you and even then treats you like glass. She knows she has to put her foot down when you act up, but its so hard. You're also so stubborn when it comes down to it, she's practically begging you to say sorry.

“Jus’ apologize baby, I’ll let you cum right away,” She’s stripped your third orgasm from you, pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping pussy. You shake your head, squirming and moaning. It isn't till the fifth orgasm she stripped you of that you finally babbled “M’sorry! So sorry— please Vi!”

— Vi who kisses your cunt after you cum multiple times. She grinds against the mattress, getting off simply from placing small pecks on your twitching nub, tongue circling it gently and watching your body shiver.

“Did I do good?” She whispers against your pussy, sending vibrations up your core. You nod and pant, “Such a good girl,” You praise and pet her hair.

[rafes-slut]

Stacking donuts on it

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x bratty!reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, playful teasing, food play, light humor, established relationship, mild language.

Summary: you were bored at home so rafe comes over and brings you donuts then you talk him into letting you stack donuts on his cock

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It was a painfully slow day. The sun was out, barely a breeze in the air, and you were bored out of your mind. You had scrolled through social media more times than you could count, tried watching something on TV, and even considered cleaning your room—but nothing sounded remotely appealing.

Then, it hit you. You wanted something sweet. Specifically, donuts. And who better to get them for you than your doting boyfriend

So, you called him, and after some light convincing borderline demanding), he agreed to bring them over. Because, well—he was a good boyfriend. Most of the time.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You grinned as you swung it open, and there he stood, looking effortlessly good as usual, a white bag in hand.

"You’re lucky I like you," he muttered, stepping inside and holding up the bag.

"I know I am," you teased, pecking his cheek before snatching the bag from his hand.

You both settled onto the couch, and as you took your first bite, you found your gaze drifting to him. He was sitting comfortably, leaning back against the cushions, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the absolutely genius idea that had just popped into your head.

You swallowed your bite and licked the glaze from your lips. "Rafe."

"Hm?" He didn’t look up.

"Can I stack donuts on it?"

His thumb paused mid-scroll. He blinked, then slowly turned his head toward you. "On what?"

You gave him that look.

"No." His answer was immediate.

"But—"

"No."

You pouted, shifting closer to him. "Come on, Rafe, just let me try—"

"Absolutely not."

"Please?" You dragged the word out, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. "Just a few. I just wanna see how many I can stack—"

"You’re insane," he muttered, rubbing his forehead like you were giving him an actual headache.

"You love me," you countered, grinning.

"Not right now."

"Rafe," you whined, dramatically draping yourself across his lap. "Pleeease?"

He sighed, head falling back against the couch. "This is the dumbest shit you’ve ever asked me to do."

"So, you’ll do it?" Your face lit up with hope.

Another deep sigh, then a grumbled, "Fine."

You squealed in victory, practically bouncing as you reached for him. "Okay, okay, sit back—"

"I hate you," he muttered under his breath, but he was already undoing his jeans.

You ignored his complaints as you eagerly helped free him, your excitement only growing when he was fully exposed.

"Okay," you said, grabbing the first donut. You carefully placed it on top, watching it balance perfectly. "Oh my god."

Rafe groaned, running a hand down his face. "I can’t believe I let you talk me into this."

You snorted, grabbing another donut. "Hold still."

"Hold still?" He huffed. "You act like this is normal—"

"Shhh, you’re ruining my focus."

He grumbled something under his breath, but he stayed still as you continued stacking. Three. Four.

"This is art," you declared, biting your lip as you admired your masterpiece.

"This is stupid," he countered.

You grabbed your phone. "I need a picture."

"Absolutely not—"

Too late. You snapped one before he could stop you, grinning at the screen.

"You did not just take a picture," he said, glaring.

"I absolutely did."

"You are so annoying."

"And you are so good at staying still," you teased. "Ooh, wait—"

You leaned down, took a bite out of the top donut—while it was still stacked—and snapped another picture.

Rafe groaned. "You better not show that to anyone."

"Obviously not," you laughed. "This is for my own personal entertainment."

He rolled his eyes. "Are you done?"

You pouted, admiring your work one last time. "Yeah, I guess."

"Good," he grumbled, shoving the donuts off himself and pulling you into his lap instead. His hands grabbed your waist, holding you firmly against him.

"You owe me for this," he muttered, his voice suddenly deeper, more serious.

Your stomach flipped. "Owe you?"

"For my suffering." His grip tightened, his lips ghosting over yours. "I think I deserve a little reward for putting up with your bullshit."

You grinned. "Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind?"

He smirked. "Let me show you."

[ddejavvu]

Mean Logan who needs the answer to a question ( you don't have the answer) and decides to ask while he's inside u. Won't move until u answer his question and you're just crying and begging him to move

this post is 18+, minors dni.

He's cruel for asking in the first place, but he's even worse for asking while he's got you sitting in his lap, his cock nestled snugly into your tightly-clenched hole. You're gripping him practically hard enough to bruise, your legs wound around his waist but tensed all the same as your cunt sucks him in. He's rocking you on his hips, bouncing you up and down as you wrap yourself around him, breathing heavily into his shoulder and muffling your moans into his flushed skin.

"You got an answer for me, sweetheart?" Logan asks, and he knows you can feel his vocal chords thrum where you're burrowed into his throat, nosing at his pulse like a vampire about to sink your teeth into him.

You don't so much respond as you do acknowledge, but the humming whine you release into the joint between his neck and his shoulder is distinctly negatory.

"C'mon, you don't know? Who's better, me or Cyclops?"

"That's- He's not- Scott's my friend." You insist, but your body ignites with shame just as much as it does pleasure at the memory of Logan walking in on you and Scott clumsily hooking up. You're not lying, you are friends with him, but sometimes friends get drunk and make poor decisions. Your friendship with Scott survives, but perhaps your pride dies here and now against Logan's queries.

"Oh, it's Scott, is it? That doesn't seem like something you'd be worried about stressing if you were just friends. Come on. I saw it all. He was pathetic. Couldn't even get his pants down right."

That's unfair, mostly because you and Scott were both wasted beyond belief. You're sure Scott could deliver a spectacular performance were he in possession of his fine motor skills, but as it was, his zipper had bested him. Admittedly, it was not your best lay.

"That's not fair." You whine, though whether you're referring to his rampant criticism of Scott or the way that he's interrogating you while you're speared on his cock is unknown even to you. It doesn't seem to matter to Logan, though, because he lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle, one that you feel against your face and your core simultaneously.

When he halts the movement of his hips, leaving your cunt buzzing with the need for the constant stimulation it had just been receiving, you think he meant everything to be rather unfair.

"Well, you'd better figure it out, honey, because you're not cumming until you give me an answer. I'll be here," He shifts his hips, nestling his cock just that much tighter into your hole, "-so you just pry your face out of my neck whenever you're ready to admit it."

[karinamariee]

leave em alone

pairing: best friend!rafe cameron x reader

summary: you just couldn’t leave rafe well enough alone.

warning: smut, mdni!!

authors note: i haven’t even been active in a few months like let’s keep it a buck. i’m back for good though yall.

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best friend!rafe who isn’t afraid to let people know that even though you’re not his, you’re not anyone else’s either.

best friend!rafe who wants to tell you how he really feels about you, but is nervous that you’ll blow him off.

best friend!rafe who is always sneaking into your panty drawer, pocketing the white lace. making sure to jerk off with them later that night.

best friend!rafe who tells you he loves you, and wants to make sure you know. he sneaks into your room one night, his hands balled into fists. his heart was beating loudly in his ears, but he had to finally do this. he grabbed your arm lightly, making you groan. he climbed on top of you, pulling down the sheets around you. you opened your eyes, peaking up at him, and you smiled lightly. he leaned down and kissed your lips gently, testing out the waters, but once he noticed you kissed him back, he was not afraid anymore.

best friend!rafe who tells you he wants you on all fours, sneaking his length in your tight hole. this is what he dreamed of for years, and now this was it. he pulled out of your slowly, feeling all of you on his cock, and pushed back in harshly, making your toes curl and you moaning in the pillow loudly.

best friend!rafe who guides you on his cock, hands on your hips, bouncing up and down. you felt this pleasure everywhere, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, and you came all over his cock.

best friend!rafe who is heartbroken when you finally get a boyfriend after everything you both have done together. he loved you with his whole heart. you loved him too, but you wanted to move on, to not be stuck.

[undiagnosedcruelty]

Felix’s Cookies Have a Side Effect

Pairing: roommate!skz x GenderNeutral!reader

Genre: Crackfic

summary: Felix’s cookies were supposed to bring happiness—not turn you into a walking, talking aegyo machine.

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Content Warning: light cursing, crack humor, cursed levels of aegyo, food-based magic gone wrong, secondhand embarrassment, and the emotional trauma of eating unseasoned chicken.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I WAS PHYSICALLY HURTING WHILE WRITING THE AEGYO PARTS, PLS DONT ATTACK ME FOR THE CRINGE💔💔💔

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION───NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO REAL LIFE EVENTS.

You should have known better. You really should have.

The golden rule of living with eight chaotic men was simple: never consume anything without questioning its origins first. But when Felix presented you with a freshly baked cookie—eyes sparkling with excitement, dimples popping as he all but shoved the plate into your hands—you didn’t even hesitate.

Big mistake.

At first, everything seemed fine. The cookie was warm, gooey, and filled with just the right amount of chocolate chips. The moment it melted on your tongue, you understood why Felix had that smug, cat-who-caught-the-canary expression. The guy knew his baking could end wars.

But then.

It started as a tingle in your chest—subtle, almost pleasant. Then, a strange, fizzy bubbling sensation crawled up your throat, like soda pop had replaced your blood. Before you could even process the weirdness—

"Aegyo mode activated."

"Oppa~~~!" you whined, gripping Han’s hoodie sleeve with both hands, voice unnaturally high-pitched.

The entire room went silent.

Eight pairs of eyes locked onto you. Blinking. Processing.

Han, mid-bite into his own cookie, choked so violently he nearly fell off the couch. Changbin clutched his chest like he had been physically struck, eyes wide with sheer betrayal. Minho? Minho had already turned on his heel and was walking out of the room without a word.

"I—" you started, panic rising in your throat. But once again, the words that escaped your lips were not yours.

"Jisungieeee~~~," you cooed, latching onto his arm like a needy toddler. "I missed you sooooo much today! Did you miss me too~?"

A deep, horrified gasp left your mouth as your hands shot up to cover it.

The damage, however, was already done.

Han collapsed. Not in a dramatic way—no, literally, his knees buckled, and he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, wheezing so hard he could barely breathe.

"NO—NO WAY," he gasped between bouts of laughter, clutching his stomach. "WHAT IS THIS? WHY IS THIS SO CURSED?"

Seungmin, who had been quietly scrolling through his phone a moment ago, tilted his head and observed you like some kind of foreign lab experiment. "...Are you feeling okay? Did Felix poison you?"

"I DIDN'T!" Felix wailed, his freckles scrunching up in distress. He bounced on his feet, looking wildly between you and Chan. "It was supposed to make them happy! I put extra sugar and—"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Chan groaned, already dragging a hand down his face, his stress levels visibly skyrocketing. "Felix, what the hell did you put in them?"

Felix pouted, shuffling guiltily. "...Uhhh. Maybe a little enchanted vanilla extract?"

Chan narrowed his eyes, looking like he was seconds away from deleting existence itself. " Where exactly did you get enchanted vanilla extract!?"

Felix let out a nervous chuckle, avoiding eye contact. "Uh… I found this one magic shop online? The sketchy one next to the convenience store?"

Chan’s face blanked. "Felix. Please tell me you didn’t buy cooking ingredients from a store that also sells cursed objects and possibly hexed jewelry."

Felix winced. "... It was on sale?"

The room exploded into chaos.

”I THOUGHT IT WAS A SCAM OKAY AND I WANTED TO TRY IT!” Felix said on his defense, his hands shooting up in panic.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees, laughing so hard he had to clutch the couch for support. Jeongin had his phone out, already recording like a TMZ reporter documenting a celebrity scandal.

Minho, who had initially left, walked back in just to shake his head at you in pure, silent disappointment—before promptly turning around and leaving again.

Meanwhile, you were suffering.

Your body felt possessed. Every movement unnatural, exaggerated—your arms automatically folding into uwu poses like you had been forcibly programmed into a kawaii anime character. Every attempt to speak came out in a ridiculous, saccharine tone, as if you had become a walking, talking aegyo machine.

You clenched your fists, desperate to fight it. "Hyunjin, you—" Hyunjin raised a brow, intrigued.

"...You're sooooooo handsome and talented~~!"

A beat of silence.

"NOOOO!" you shrieked, slamming both hands over your mouth in horror.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. His lips trembled. He backed away like you had just summoned an ancient evil. "I—I don't like this. Take it back."

Seungmin was crying with laughter, clutching Jeongin’s shoulder for support. "I've never seen something so cursed in my life."

"Felix," Chan exhaled, pressing his fingers into his temples like he was getting a migraine. "How long does this last?"

Felix chuckled nervously. "Ehhhh… maybe a few hours?"

"A FEW HOURS?!" You collapsed onto the couch, face buried in a throw pillow, your tiny, adorably furious hands gripping it for dear life.

Jeongin wiped a tear from his eye, still wheezing. "Wait—wait—so they're basically stuck in perma-aegyo mode?"

You lifted your head to glare at him. Or tried to. Unfortunately, your body decided to puff your cheeks out like an angry hamster instead.

Jisung lost it all over again, doubling over with laughter.

"I’m gonna die," Changbin choked, wiping at his eyes. "This is the best day of my life."

Felix, now feeling at least a little guilty, reached over to pat your head. "At least you're super cute?"

Your soul screamed inside your body.

Chan sighed so deeply it sounded like he was giving up on life. "Alright, Felix, you and I are figuring out how to reverse this."

Felix nodded furiously. "Right!" Meanwhile, the rest of the members? They were thriving.

Seungmin had already started editing the footage Jeongin took, adding dramatic background music. Hyunjin sat in a corner, staring blankly at the ceiling like he had just witnessed a full-blown exorcism.

Jisung? He had opened up a notes app and was typing every cursed phrase you had said for future blackmail.

From the other room, Minho’s voice rang out: "If this isn't fixed by tomorrow, I’m moving out."

Your life was ruined. And all because you trusted Felix’s cookies.

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Chan was a man of solutions—not problems. So, after gathering all the members into the kitchen, he stood at the center with arms crossed, looking like an exhausted single father trying to discipline eight feral children. His jaw was tense, his brows knit together, and his fingers tapped impatiently against his bicep as he exhaled through his nose. "Okay. We need to fix this. Felix, what do we know about enchanted vanilla extract?"

Felix, who had been nervously shifting from foot to foot, rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Uh… it's supposed to enhance positive emotions? Like, amplify happiness. But I think maybe… I added too much?"

"No shit," Minho deadpanned, cradling a mug of black coffee like it was the only thing keeping him from spontaneous combustion. He took a long, slow sip, his eyes half-lidded with pure resignation. "This entire situation is proof that I need new roommates."

Changbin, ever the problem solver, raised a hand. "So, what if we make them eat something really bitter? Would that cancel it out?"

Jisung perked up, eyes lighting with mischief. "Oh! Like how people shock themselves out of hiccups! Maybe we just need to surprise them."

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, placing a delicate hand over his chest like an aristocrat in distress. "We should SCARE them! Like… like drop a fake spider on them or—"

"Absolutely not." Chan shot him down immediately, the dad-mode in full force.

"Wait, wait," Seungmin interrupted, eyes gleaming with something sinister. "I saw this thing online where if you eat raw garlic, it resets your taste buds. What if we force them to eat something super strong?"

Chan turned to Felix with an arched brow. "How do we feel about this?"

Felix winced, looking like a puppy that had just been scolded for chewing a shoe. "I mean… it could work…? But if the magic is emotion-based, we might need something even stronger than just bitter food…"

"Like pain," Minho said casually, not even looking up from his coffee.

Silence. Everyone slowly turned to look at Minho. He blinked. "What?"

"hyung," Jeongin whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You scare me."

Before you could protest, Seungmin struck like a viper, shoving a whole spoonful of wasabi into your mouth without warning.

Your soul left your body.

The moment the fiery paste hit your tongue, your entire existence was reduced to a single, unrelenting sensation: PAIN. Tears instantly welled up in your eyes as a molten inferno exploded across your taste buds, searing every last ounce of joy from your being. Your back arched like you had been struck by lightning, fingers twitching violently.

The room went still. Everyone leaned in, watching with bated breath.

And then—

"Omooo, it's so spicy~~~!" you wailed, hands flapping dramatically like a wind-up toy. "My tongue is burniiiiiing~~! Oppa, save me~~~!"

Jisung collapsed.

Hyunjin face-planted onto the floor, muffling his screams of laughter into the hardwood.

Chan just dragged a hand down his face, looking like he aged ten years in ten seconds.

"Felix," he sighed, voice drained of all life, "get back in the kitchen. We need a Plan B."

After the failed wasabi experiment, Chan had officially had enough. He stood at the counter, gripping its edge like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity. His shoulders rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, the way one might prepare before dealing with absolute nonsense—which, unfortunately, was his life now.

"Okay," Chan started, voice firm, arms crossed. "Clearly, pain isn’t working."

"You don’t say," you grumbled. Or at least, you tried to. Instead, what came out was: "Aiyaaaa, I’m so tiiiiiiired~~~ Someone carry meee~~!"

Jisung had to physically hold himself up against the counter, face buried in his arms to muffle the wheezing sounds escaping him. Hyunjin, still recovering from the previous attack on his sanity, simply turned to face the wall, as if that would somehow shield him from the horror.

Seungmin, still recording, zoomed in on Chan’s soul leaving his body.

"Felix." Chan turned to him, voice dangerously calm. "We need a new plan. Now."

Felix winced. "Okay, okay! So if the enchanted vanilla is boosting emotions, we need to counteract it with something that suppresses them!"

Jeongin raised a brow. "Like what? Depression?"

Felix perked up. "Actually, yes!"

The room went silent. Minho blinked. "You want us to make them depressed?"

"Not like that!" Felix waved his hands. "Just… we need to feed them something that dampens emotions, kind of like a sedative."

Seungmin hummed, tapping his chin. "So… bland food?"

Felix nodded. "Exactly! If we give them something so dull that it cancels out the hyper emotions, maybe it’ll balance things out!"

Jisung perked up. "I have an idea."

Fifteen minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the scent of… absolutely nothing.

Felix, Chan, and Seungmin had prepared a dish so mind-numbingly boring that just looking at it made everyone feel empty inside.

Boiled chicken.

Plain white rice.

Unsalted, unseasoned, completely dry steamed broccoli.

Not a single grain of salt in sight.

Han looked at the plate in pure horror. "This is evil."

Changbin poked at the chicken with his fork. "It’s so… pale. It looks like it’s never known happiness."

Hyunjin leaned down and sniffed it. "I smell nothing. This is worse than death."

Meanwhile, you sat at the table, arms crossed, pouting aggressively. "Hmph! Why do I have to eat this yucky foooood~~? I want something yummy~~!" Jisung physically had to leave the room.

"Eat." Chan shoved a spoon into your hands.

You glared at him. Tried to. Your body betrayed you again, making your eyes go big and watery. "Oppaaaa, feed me~~!"

Chan slammed his hands on the table. "EAT THE DAMN CHICKEN."

With great difficulty, you took a bite. The moment the flavorless abyss of boiled chicken touched your tongue, something shifted. Your fingers twitched. Your uwu posture straightened. The bubbling sensation in your chest fizzled out.

The room held its breath.

You swallowed. Slowly, cautiously, you opened your mouth and said, "That was disgusting."

Silence.

Then—

"IT WORKED!" Felix cheered, throwing his arms in the air.

Hyunjin collapsed onto the floor, hands covering his face. "Oh my god, it’s over."

Jisung was still laughing, but now in relief. "I was gonna have nightmares about that."

Chan exhaled the deepest sigh of his life. "Felix, never again."

Felix chuckled sheepishly. "No more enchanted ingredients. Got it."

Minho clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Let this be a lesson. Never trust Felix’s cookies."

You shuddered. "Never again."

Moral of the story: never accept food without questioning its existence.

[bloodlineslut]

Quickie | Roman Reigns

Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! reader

Warnings: smut, almost getting caught, nearly cockblocking mother, quickie sex, freaky deaky Roman, daddy kink, dirty talk

Summary: You and Roman were trying to behave for the weekend at your mom’s house, but you both couldn’t wait any longer.

Word Count: 1.57k

A/N: Ya’ll. OOU WEE. that damn interview when Daddy was talking about how he looked like he was in the middle of an orgasm really did something to my body so I had to write this. all i write is smut i feel ashamed LMAOO

“Bend over, baby.” Roman’s gravelly voice softly commanded you, hearing the whooshing sound of the zipper on his pants.

You giggled all the while obeying him, getting on the guest bed on all fours with his large frame standing behind you.

“You locked the door right?” You look back over your shoulder to see him pulling his boxers and pants down just enough to free his heavy, throbbing cock.

His eyes met yours and you saw that desire in them. “Hell yea. Nobody seein’ this but me, princess.” He spits into his hand and glides it over the head of his mushroom tip before rubbing it up and down against your soaking folds.

The immeasurable pleasure made your back arch even deeper. Roman loved your plump ass, and he let you know it every damn day.

His massive hands each grabbed handfuls of your ass and moved it around, enjoying how soft and fleshy the cheeks were. “Fuck, baby…” He bit his lower lip, still teasing the head of his cock against your sensitive clit.  

You pushed back against him, wanting him to hurry and put it in before your mom came looking for the two of you.

Any other time, you two would be on a leash, but you hadn’t seen Roman in a couple weeks because of his schedule so…

You both were horny.

“Unghh…Roman, put it—in.” You begged him.

He loved to hear you beg for him. “You want this big dick inside you huh?”

“Mmhmm.” Your desperate whines oozed out of your mouth.

“Fuck…I wanna see that ass bounce for me, baby.” He sexily bites onto his lower lip, just imagining all your fleshy ass putting him into a trance, as he positions the head of his dick against your aching hole.

No matter how many times you had sex with him, nothing ever prepares you for his thick manhood. It felt like you were getting split in half, feeling every vein that ran along it snug against your sensitive walls.

He never continued moving until you gave him the green light, but you were so turned on that you didn’t need that long to adjust this time.

Both of his hands were grabbing your waist, so you swung your right arm back to grab onto his forearm, pulling him towards you.

“You okay, baby? Let me know.”

“Yes, just please fuck me.” You rushed out. Your entire body felt white hot, eyes rolling back and almost seeing stars.

You had no choice but to do a quickie, Roman thrusting into your heat with deep strokes. He moved your panties more to the side, trapping the cloth underneath his hand that was still gripping your waist with firmness.

Even more of your wetness was leaking out of you onto his cock, and even on the bedsheets.

Roman loved seeing you cream all over him, it drove him crazy. “That dick feels so good it’s got you creamin’ huh?”

Dirty talk.

How he was so good at it baffled you. Words that could make you lose yourself was a foreign concept before you met Roman.

He was drilling into you so that your ass was starting to clap against his pelvis, filling the room with that loudness. His heavy balls slapping against your erect clit wasn’t making you trying to keep quiet any better.

“Ooh, shit! You’re so deep in me.” Your hands were gripping onto the comforter for dear life, even biting on it to try to keep from screaming.

Everything around you disappeared, but Roman was still keeping an ear out for footsteps in the hallway.

He slowed his thrusts down and stopped, but still stayed inside you.

He heard footsteps and the muffled sound of your mother’s voice talking silently to herself. “Where did those two go? Dinner is ready.”

Then there was the knock on the guest bedroom door.

Your head shot to the door, and then to Roman, silently telling him to say something.

“Are you guys in there?” Your mother’s chirpy voice called out from the other side of the door.

Roman cleared his throat and decided to speak back. “Uh, yeah. We’re about to shower and come back down.”

The thrill of almost getting caught somehow made Roman’s cock swell inside of you and he began moving again, making you have to hold in your moans.

“Oh okay! Both of you are taking a shower?” She asked as if that would be a weird thing.

You reached around and put your hand against Roman’s abdomen to make him stop thrusting so you could get out a tangible sentence.

“Yes mom! We’ll be down, I promise.” You saw Roman smile out of the corner of your eye.

He began thrusting deep into you over and over again, gripping one of your shoulders to get a new angle, making your mouth fall open in a strangled moan.

You looked over your shoulder at him, pleasure on your face, but also a hint of fear, not wanting your mom to hear you getting cracked.

He smirked at you and just brought his index finger to his lips, signaling for you to shush.

You flopped back down onto the bed. Roman heard the footsteps descend away from the door and down the hall.

“It’s okay baby, she’s gone. Let me make you cum. I wanna feel that pussy squeeze around me.”

He knew exactly where your G spot was, dragging his length against it repeatedly. Your ass was bouncing with every movement and he was hypnotized by it.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growled out.

His words barely registered in your brain, but nonetheless you tried to answer quietly. “Ooh, it’s yours Daddy. You fuck me so good.” The squelch of where you were joined could be heard by the both of you.

“That’s right. Even this pussy knows it. You hear that?” His steady voice growls out to you, still keeping the pace of his thrusts.

Turning your head to rest your face against the sheets, you could see your man’s face. Despite his rough exterior and serious demeanor, you were the only one who could make him lose control like this.

His eyebrows were furrowed together in focus and his mouth was agape, reveling in the pure ecstasy that you two had shared countless times.

You took pride in it, though.

Roman wanted to feel another angle so he raised his right leg to rest his foot beside you on the bed. This position always got him deeper inside you.

You felt him sink in about another 2 inches, really rubbing up against your spot that made your legs quiver.

“Ooh fuck baby, you feel that?” His voice resonating through the room like silk. You began to thrust yourself back to meet his hips, your ass hitting his pelvis resulting in the clapping sound that he loved to hear.

“Shit, Roman! Ugh, I love it.” You whimper to him, moving your hand to rub that swollen nub between your legs.

“Let me rub that for you baby. I wanna feel that little pussy squeeze around me when you come.” He replaces your fingers with his thick, warm ones.

He sped up his thrusts, hips snapping toward yours, as he circled your clit in figure-eights which was just the way you liked it.

Your orgasm hit you before you knew it and before you could scream, you felt Roman each around to put his hand over your mouth to muffle the noise a bit.

“Shhhh, c’mon baby. You tryin’ to get us caught?”

You tried to focus on your breathing to keep quiet but all you could feel was the pulsing and gush of wetness between your legs.

Roman looked down at your pussy pulsing around him as he fucked you through your orgasm which brought him to the edge too. He felt his balls begin to tighten up and let you know.

“Fuck princess. You gon’ make Daddy come too.” He removed his hand from your mouth to land back on your hips, going at a rigorous pace now.

“Yes Daddy, please gimme that nut. I want it so bad…” You sweetly begged him, knowing it would push him over that edge.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck baby.” He gasped and pulled out at the very last minute, releasing his hot come all over your ass and back.

He stroked his throbbing dick to every last drop, his moans like music to your proud ears.

You bit your lip and smiled back at him, enjoying seeing him in that post orgasm bliss.

Roman couldn’t help but swipe some of his essence off your ass on his two fingers and bring it up to your waiting lips.

You happily obliged and sensually sucked on his digits, licking them clean. “Mmm. That’s my good girl.”

You two were just enjoying each other in the bliss until you were rudely interrupted, again.

“Are ya’ll finished showering yet?” Your mother’s voice rang through the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yes mom. We’re just getting dressed now.”

“Okay just checking!” And her footsteps faded away down the hallway.

You got off of your knees from the bed, leading Roman to the bathroom so you could actually take a quick shower.

“Baby, next time let’s just get a hotel room.” Roman voiced his thoughts as the water cascaded down onto you.

“Agreed.”

The end.

[kittystarlightxo]

A/N: I'm back with another little treat. 🖤

Warnings: 18+ , Smut, Choking, Spitting, P in V Sex, Joel is his own warning 👀🤭

Submission 💋

You stand above Joel, in between his legs. You are fully bare in front of him, wearing nothing but that sexy little smirk, biting your bottom lip. God, those luscious lips that beg to be devoured by him. You run your fingertips down your entire body, and trace every single curve.

"You like what you see, handsome? You want to touch me?"

He lets out a small whimper.. "Baby.. please."

"I don't know, Joel. I think you'll have to beg harder than that. I don't quite believe you."

"I need to feel you, sweetheart. Please let me feel you, and show you how much I love that sweet pussy. G-od, please."

You can hear the desperation in his voice, he is whining mess already. "Take off your pants and lay on the bed like a good boy." He happily obliges. He starts with his belt, pulling it completely off, then kicks his jeans off with his feet. It's like he can't do it it fast enough. After he is positioned, you take his belt and tie both of his hands to the bed post. "You can look, but you can't touch me just yet, Joel. Understand?"

He nods his head. "I understand, baby. G-God, use me. I'll be your perfect fuck toy. P-please." He looks up at you, nearly having tears in his eyes because he's not in control this time. It almost feels torturous, with all of the teasing you've been doing, and on one hand, it takes everything in Joel to not punish you and give your ass a good spanking. On the other, he finds himself enjoying this. So much.

You make your way on top of him and position your pussy on top of his almost painfully hard erection. You begin grinding against it, starting out so deliciously slow. He lets out a small moan and that, alone, turns you into a soaking mess. You look him in the eyes and pick up the friction. "Such a.. good.. boy", you moan, as you cum all over his soaking cock. You collect some of your release with your fingers, slide them in your mouth, and suck them clean. Joel's looking at you and licking his lips. You learn forward and give him a tender kiss. His tongue is begging for entrance, and you allow it. Joel growls at the taste of the mixture of saliva and your sweet release, you always taste so fucking good, he can never get enough of you. He bites your bottom lip as you pull away, and leaves a string of saliva that connects you.

You then line his cock up against your entrance, reverse cowgirl. You slowly sink down onto it, inch after inch. You can feel his cock pulsating inside of you, the stretch so painfully delicious. A loud moan leaves your throat, as you begin to bounce up and down. Your ass roughly smacks and jiggles against his thighs, and his moans are becoming louder. His hands are still tied behind him, so not being able to spank your ass is killing him. "Take it.. Fu-fuck. You're squeezing me so tight. Feels so goddamn good. I'll be so good for you. Please keep fucking me, baby, just like that", he whines, between gritted teeth. You glance behind you, with a devilish smirk, and continue to bounce on it until you cum again. His face is full of sweat, his eyebrows furrowed, and he's biting his lip to control the other obscenities he could scream right now. You chant his name and tell him how much of a good boy he is, and slowly pull off of him.

You take his cock and begin to lick up and down, peppering it with small kisses in between. Your ass is fully up in the air as you take his cock deeper down your throat. You can't see him now, but it takes everything in him to not blow his load completely, right there. He is a shaking, withering mess. You pull off of his cock with a loud pop. Your lips and chin full of your own release, a mixture of saliva and his salty precum. You make your way up to his mouth, he sticks his tongue out, and you spit into it. Your tongues dance together, as you swallow each other's moans and whimpers. You untie his hands, and proceed to tie his belt around his neck this time. You sink your pussy back down onto his cock, and take no time in bouncing on it even harder than before. You grip the belt harder as you bounce, choking him only enough to leave some pressure. The veins in his neck and forhead protrude, as he wears a wicked smile. He loves it. He takes one hand and makes his way down to your throbbing clit, rubbing vigorously while you grind back and forth, chasing your next release. It takes seconds until you're cumming harder than you ever have before. You're left almost completely breathless, but you still keep a grip on the belt. He keeps you in his lap, then begins to spreads your ass cheeks while he fucks up into you. You lean back slightly, your tits bouncing deliciously with every hard thrust, as the tip of his cock repeatedly hits your cervix. You pull him closer to you, both of you are a sweaty, panting mess. "Can I c-cum now, sweetheart? G-God, I'm about to fucking explode. You're gonna be full of my cum for days. F-fucking Christ", he whines. "Cum for me, Joel. Pl-please fill m-me up. I need it so bad", you nod dumbly, while releasing your grip from his belt. That's all it takes for him to let go. He paints your walls full of his hot cum and God, he swears he has never been so fucking turned on in his life. He would only submit to you. That's how much you have him wrapped around your pretty little finger. 🖤

[squshymarsh]

DCxDP Prompt #5

For the bit(we’ll be cultists)

When Danny won the title of Ghost King, he wasn’t expecting some of his more ghostly attributes to seep over into his human form.

Or to be unable to control his powers like at all for a month or two after gaining his new title.

He’s still 14-15 though and has to be in Highschool to make sure his grades don’t fall any further. Even if he did just save the town with only his piers in his grade know about him.

It’s no surprise when he accidentally walks through a door after trying to open it only to find himself intangible or to start floating away with no way to control it and need one of his classmates to save him from floating into the stratosphere.

It’s all fine for a while, people help him. Those who used to bully him now lend a hand when he needs it. They aren’t kind about it but they aren’t shoving him into lockers anymore.

But that doesn’t last.

People start to notice the strange things that keep happening as his powers grow and become harder and harder to hide even with help. He had made an entire class take place on the ceiling one day. Another he made half the town float.

The Fenton parents and the GIW start working together to figure it out. It’s only a matter of time if no one does anything

So what is Danny, his friends and his class going to do to hide the real reason of what’s going on?

They pretend to be a cult. Full on cartoonishly cult like. The chanting, the robes, the sneaking out to an old building on the edge of town to have a ritual kind of cult. Playing off Danny’s fluctuating powers as the results of their work.

This gets the opposition to back off a bit. Not their circus not their monkeys. And the rituals release some of Danny’s pent up power.

Danny just had to lay in a circle, surrounded by the faces of friends and classmates while they chant and his powers gets released a little at a time.

It’s a great deal.

Until Danny is found out one day unable to use the cult as an excuse and has to bounce out of town. And the rest of his Casper High Class, ever committed to the bit, follow him since the GIW and the Fentons are laying waste to the town and it’s just not safe.

Where do they go?

To the Crime Capital of the world of course!

Gotham is the perfect place to continue the bit. Their ‘cult’ runs all the way to Gotham, looking out for one another and the such. Not because they care about each other, of course.

They all tell themselves that but there’s only so much chanting in ghost speak and Latin a frenemy relationship can take.

They are tight knit by time they settle in a collection of old buildings on the edge of Gotham. Danny’s powers are starting to settle, but he still has bad days. Those days the cult gathers and ‘performs a ritual’ but really they just have a little get together, sitting in a big room set up with a circle with Danny laying and meditating in the middle and chat in Latin or Ghost speak.

For the bit, they preform a fake ritual. Headed by Sam since she has all the knowledge on what cults do. For the bit, the give offerings to Danny in exchange for him protecting them both back in Amity and in Gotham. For the bit, they make it a monthly thing or as needed.

Sure Danny doesn’t realize he’s given each of his friends and classmates blessing from a literal King of Gods and Beings Beyond Human Comprehension.

It was for the bit.

What wasn’t for the bit was getting caught by the local furries.

Danny hadn’t had a ritual in a month, his powers were building up but he was stressed with work and school.

His cult of friends decided he needed a ritual and pseudo-kidnap him to sacrifice his own power to himself.

Don’t ask them, it just works.

Mid ‘ritual’ Danny is trapped in the circle while they keep his powers contained as it’s released. He could destroy the building if he so much as blinks. They are nearly through with it. Can return to the party after they’re done and he’s ‘normal’ again.

So when the Bat and Co. crash the ritual, right before the end. Danny can’t do anything while his classmates both defend him, each other, and those trying to finish the ritual.

It’s looking bad but the ritual finishes. Danny is freed from the circle and starts helping his friends defend themselves and escape. Of course, he knows what this looks like. And he knows that the Bats and Birds are just trying to keep their own city safe from a perceived threat.

So he apologizes to them while he takes down the Bats and Birds then absconds with his Cult&Co. hoping they would understand. No one was hurt and there was no loss on either side. Alls well ends well?

To the Bats and Birds.

They find a group of robed cultists that established themselves quickly and then they see the cult gather, having a party until another group come in dragging Adoption Bait behind them. They start the ritual. Bats and Co. think kid is getting sacrificed and step in. Only to be nearly fought off and the ritual to complete.

They then have to watch as some entity controls the kids body to fight them off. The kid looks terrified, apologizing while he is forced to fight for the cult.

Then they all get away.

(I have the flu, have this lil idea/drabble while I try not to die)

[lovelylittlegrim]

@steddiemicrofic - March 2025

Ride | Words: 453 | rating: Gen | CW: mentions of panic attack | post season 4 |

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It’s really late, or very early, Eddie doesn’t know which to use, all he knows is that it’s a ridiculous hour for anyone to be awake. It’s a ridiculous hour for anyone to be on the road, driving around just because Eddie had a nightmare and felt like he couldn’t breathe and yet…

The Beamer lights bounce off the rusting metal of the screen door and the rickety stairs Eddie is sitting on.

He’d called Steve less than twenty minutes ago, hoping to talk out his panic attack, work through the rushed breaths and the rapid pounding of his heart. Steve had listened, murmured quiet assurances through the line until Eddie didn’t feel like he was going to shake out of his skin anymore. When the panic had subsided and the exhaustion had settled in, Eddie had thanked Steve, fully planning to hang up. He’d expected to quietly deal with the rest of his night staring up at the ceiling and imagining the gateway to another dimension there. Steve hadn’t let him, stopping Eddie before he could say goodbye and asking if he wanted to go on a car ride.

“It’s really late,” Eddie had said.

“It’s early,” Steve had countered, like that made it better. “I’m on my way.”

And here he is.

Eddie stubbs his cigarette out, hands shaking even now, and steps off the porch, gravel crunching beneath his boots. “Hey.”

Steve smiles. “Let's get out of here.”

They do, pulling out of the trailer park, car pointed south to the outskirts of town where it’s all trees and open roads. The moon is bright above them, the sky full of stars. It’s just Eddie and Steve and the endless possibility of escape.

Head tipping back, Eddie enjoys the early summer breeze coming through the open windows. The smell of mulch and heat, nothing at all like the upside down. This feels real and good.

“Thanks,” he murmurs. “I really needed to get out of there.”

“Anytime,” Steve says, soft and earnest. “I’m here anytime you need me.”

Eddie looks over, heart leaping. “Me too,” he murmurs, “anytime.”

He sees the soft smile when it graces Steve’s face, uncharacteristically shy. It makes Eddie want to protect him too, from monsters and shadows and his own mind when it gets too mean.

Something touches Eddie’s hand and he startles, looking down to where his hand is gripping to his knee. Steve’s hand is there too, hesitantly touching, a silent question.

Oh.

Eddie's heart stutters, nothing at all like panic, just surprise and affection. He twists his hand over, threads it with Steve’s, an answer.

They ride around until morning; until they’re both sleepy eyed and giddy with exhaustion. Eddie breathes easy.