#with a white top that hits me on the perfect spot on my waist

[strawberry-cowmilk]

rare sight: I was organising my closet bc it's finally warm weather and just created an outfit with jeans I actually enjoy wearing. anything is possible

[landoughnut]

Golfing Snack

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - lando norris x fem!reader

♡ summary - when lando takes you out to golf, it ends up with him having his favorite snack (hint: it's not a food ;)

♡ warnings - smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fluffyish, public (but no ones around)

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.31k | ahaha this is my first time writing smut so I apoligize if it's not good!! let me know any ideas you have, xoxo

It was hot out. Really hot. You were out at a golf course with your boyfriend, Lando. He loved taking you with him, you were like his personal cheerleader. Lucky for both of you, today no one seemed to be around, most likely due to the extreme heat, so you had a nice spot to yourselves. 

To say you didn’t enjoy playing would be a lie, but you much preferred watching him as his muscles became very prominent when he swung his club. You also enjoyed how he looked while sweating, and more often than not, he would end up taking his polo shirt off which gave you a view to die for. 

Currently, you were sitting in his own private golf caddy, dressed in what must be the one of the shortest skirts Lando has ever seen you in. Your white top matched the skirt, and you were amused at the amount of glances Lando gave your chest, since it did show quite a bit of cleavage.

He thought you looked like the sweetest thing in the world, and it had him playing worse than normal. 

You watched as he began to line up his next hit, and he once again looked over at you, his cheeks somehow flushing even more. He was wearing a backwards cap over his curls, and you loved the sight. He tried his best to get a perfect shot, since one of the reasons for bringing you out was to impress you. 

After a few minutes more of watching Lando, you lift your sunglasses onto your head and let out a loud sigh to get his attention. 

“Babyyy,” you drag out and hop out of your seat. 

He lifts his head up and turns towards you, he chews the inside of his cheek, looking up and down at your glowing skin and cheeky smile. He wipes the sweat off of his eyebrows, “What’s up? You know, you’ve been distracting me all day,” he chuckles, leaning against his club.

“What can I say,” you grin. “Anyway, I’m getting bored, I’ve tanned enough today,” you say as you stretch your arms above your head. 

He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him, not sparing a glance at his golf club that fell over. “Well then, I can’t have my sweet girl being bored now, can I? What would you like to do, angel?” Lando places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his fingers tracing your jaw. 

You look up at him and flutter your eyelashes, and give him an “innocent” smile. Although he knows that it is anything but. You get on your tiptoes and bring your lips towards his ear, “I don’t see anyone around, you know.” 

He lets out a groan, and looks down at you, a smirk slowly growing on his face. He chews his bottom lip, pretending to think the idea over. Of course he wasn’t going to say no, he was practically obsessed with you. “You know what? I think you, baby, are a genius.” 

“C’mon!” You begin to tug him towards the golf cart, as you follow excitedly behind you. His eyes dropping to your skirt was one gust of wind away from giving him a show. You stop short and he bumps into your back, causing you to now groan at the feeling of him being hard, pressed up against you. 

He brings his face down and starts pressing hot kisses down your neck, then onto your collarbone. Your head drops back against his chest and your breathing picks up as his right hand starts trailing down to your skirt. He lifts it up slightly and can hardly contain a moan at the sight of your white panties, with an intricate lacy design.

“Shit, pretty girl, you must be trying to kill me,” he says. His hands drop when you turn around towards him and cup his face, bringing his lips to yours. 

He returns your kiss with just as much passion, if not more, and his hands go under your thighs, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips and he licks your bottom lip. He pulls back for a second, admiring you, “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“I love you too,” and then he went back to devouring you. He takes a few steps towards the cart and places you down on the leather seat. You look up at him and blush as he leans down and starts kissing down your chest and stomach. Your back arches slightly off of the seat when he reaches the inside of your thighs. 

“Mm, so beautiful,” he gives you a small smile, looking up at you. You smile back and take the cap off of his head, tossing it somewhere behind you so you can run your fingers through his curls. 

His eyes flutter shut at your comforting touch and he presses feather kisses up and down both of your thighs, which is sweet but you begin to get needy since he keeps avoiding the place you need him most.

He flips up your skirt and his eyes widen as the damp patch you’ve left on your panties. He feels himself get harder, if possible, and places a kiss right on top of the wet spot. 

You jump slightly and let out a breath. Lando brings his thumb to your pussy, and admires as he starts rubbing over the soaked fabric. You whimper at the feeling, your head falling slightly to the side. 

“This is so pretty, baby, I’ll have to get you a new pair,” Lando says before he rips them in half so you are exposed to him. You gasp at the sudden air blowing against your already sensitive slit. 

Before you can say anything his mouth is on you and you are a goner. He licks, and sucks, and brushes his teeth over your clit. You tug at his hair, causing him to groan, and it only encourages him more. 

Unless you’re hearing things, you swear you can hear him let out a few whimpers and he eats you out. He seems to enjoy how you try your best to keep your moans to a minimal volume. “Fuck,” he groans against you, and it feels divine.  

He continues licking and kissing you everywhere and starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. You gasp and further arch against the seat, looking down at him with his knees on the grass. He looked beautiful, shining in a light coat of sweat, shirtless, with his curls all messy from you playing with them. 

After just a few more seconds of him increasing his pace, you feel yourself reaching your high and you cover your mouth as you let out a particularly high pitched moan. He studies your face, how blissed out you look, how angelic you are. “Lando, b-baby, I’m coming, oh my-” you gasp. 

“Cum for me, love, let me taste you,” he mumbles against you, “please,” he whines. That’s all you have to hear before you are cumming onto his mouth, which laps up every single drop you give him. You pant as the waves of unexplainable pleasure pass through you.

He moans as he tastes you, eyes rolling up and hands desperate holding onto your thighs. “You taste like heaven,” he whispers once he’s finished you off. 

You fall back into the seat and have a dazed smile as you watch your boyfriend stand back up, bringing his mouth to yours in a soft, loving kiss. You sigh as the taste of yourself in his mouth. You bring your hand up and twirl some of his hair. “Your turn now?” He chuckles and shakes his head. 

You frown and he grins, “When we get back home, love,” he winks.

[tbaluver]

teachers pet

pairing: professor!rafayel x college student!reader wc. 1.4k cw: MDNI p in v a/n: he's so yumm. this is inspo from his anecdotes! warning: explicit and sexual content below. this is intended for mature audiences. both are consenting adults and this fic does not condone sexual relations with your teachers in real life. this is all purely fiction. any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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you dreaded the idea of taking your last class for college. it was your final semester before transfering over to the Hunter’s academy and your last required class just had to be an art class.

you appreciate the arts but seriously? were you going to paint the wanderers before finishing them off? you later changed your mind about this class until your professor was painting your insides white.

-

rafayel was mesmerized as he watched your tight little cunt swallow his cock whole. the position where he has you bent over has him hitting your spot each time he pushes forward. with each hard thrust you knew you weren’t going to last long, again.

he holds onto your shoulder as he keeps one of his hands on the top of your ass, letting you rock back and forth in his shallow thrusts. the stretch makes you tremble, slick with want. you find your old nail scratches etched into his desk, now adding new ones in this position he’s placed you in.

“so cute,” he praises, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes half lidded. “how can my cutie have such filthy thoughts about me?”

you don’t know how long you’ll last. with the way he was praising you, calling you his, and him rubbing your clit again to make you reach an earth shattering high. you were so close and he can tell. your walls were so desperate to milk dry. all you can feel is how he stretches you to perfection, your mouth drooling from the absolute pleasure he was giving you.

your orgasm slams into you and your vision whitens, clenching around him as he fucks you through it.

“so good to me,” he pants, “my favorite and best student.” he sighs against your neck, sending goosebumps to your skin. he gently takes ahold of you by the neck, angling you for a tender but for a slightly messy kiss while his hands rub the side of your ass.

he helps you clean the mess between your thighs with his handkerchief as you fix the top of your shirt. he gently helps you slide on your panties, guiding your leg over the entrance, then the other, before placing a tender kiss on the inner part of your thigh.

“try and focus today cutie, don’t wanna go rough on you tonight.” he tilts his head and winks, patting your thigh that you’re good to go before any students see.

-

you were known as the model student in this class. always the first to arrive and always looking the best. many of your peers don’t know how you do it and why but truly your motivation was him.

your art could no where compete with his so you always found yourself reaching his help, hoping for his attention- not that you cared much for the projects. it was him you wanted, his touch, his gaze, the thrill of being near him was almost electrifying.

his presence was impossible to ignore. his hand covers yours as he helps guide your brush. his chest pressed gently against your back and his steady breath on the back of your neck made your heart race.

thankfully the canvas you had was large enough to cover both of you. no one could see the way his lips brushed against your ear as he murmured small praises and the way his fingertips lingered on your skin longer than necessary. they couldn’t see the way his hand slipped off your waist as he left you to do your work.

“class is almost over. make sure to clean up your stations and you’re free to go.” he says in a deeper tone, one that he never used much to you whenever you two were alone.

the hum of class chatter, the shuffle of footsteps as students packed up and cleaned their stations, filled the room. one by one, they all trickled out, only a few remained.

as you gathered your things, your eyes found his across the room. his gaze locked with yours and a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

neither of you looked away. his nebula eyes followed you and you could feel the weight of his stare as you made your way to the door. you let your gaze linger for a moment before you stepped out of the room, knowing he was still watching until your figure completely disappeared from his sight.

-

a trail of your clothes and his litter in his room to his bed.

“fuuuuck, cutie, - hah. fuck you’re so fucking wet for me,” he lets out a moan that comes from deep in his chest. he takes a couple more breaths, clenching his eyes close and finds solitude in the crook of your neck. his palms could basically leave his handprints on your ass where he’s squeezing so tight.

he thrusts into you deeply, matching your rhythm while you clamp down on his cock. your body seizes as your orgasm washes over your body and continues fucking you through it, trying to find his own.

you hear him whine and continue to let him have your way with you while you grab onto him. he can’t control the sounds that come out of him as he lets out such soft and pretty sounds in your ears. you know he’s getting closer and closer until you feel his cum flooding inside of you.

he continues thrusting inside of you, taking advantage of your hot walls squeezing down on him. he catches his breath with his head still down and you can feel his breath on your chest as you stroke the back of his head.

“raf?” you asked soflty, your hands intertwining with his soft locks. “are you alright?”

he lifts his head away from your neck, his eyes refocusing on you again. a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, his hands find your back and draw you down with him, the plush of his mattress catching you both. the unexpected movement earns a surprised yelp from you.

“i love you, my little conch,” he mutters under his breath, unsure if you heard it. both of you were still hazy from what just happened a couple seconds ago.

your fingers trail absentmindedly over the locket around his neck, fiddling with the cool metal. his hands cover yours, gently guiding it away from the chain and refocusing your attention back to him.

“i love you too,” you murmur, “but...why won’t you tell me who’s in this locket?” you tilt your head innocently as you rest your head against his chest cutely.

he chuckles quietly, “i’ll tell you soon, kay?”

you pout and you struggle to hide the frustration on your face. the relationship between you two had always been there but it had to be kept a secret from the public. you both knew the stakes and if anybody found out, you we’re both in deep trouble.

you know he’s not married but the curiosity gnaws at you that he never discusses much of his life and his past with you.

he could tell this was bothering you so he pulled you closer, his lips brushing the top of your head. “don’t worryy about it too much, cutie. you’re the only person on my mind.” he reassures and he figures you were okay once you nuzzle deeper into his warmth.

his arms tighten around you, pulling you close and he knows how exhausted you are. you slowly drift away and your body melts into his as sleep finally claims you. he holds you tight, feeling your body relax against his and finally he allows himself to simply be here with you. no one else to worry about, just you and him alone in your own world.

as you sleep, he stays awake. his fingers play with the chain of the locket as his thoughts wander. this relationship was never supposed to happen. he never intended for it to go this far but the moment he saw you on the first day, he couldn’t resist.

with a quiet sigh, he opens the locket and there it is. a picture of you from your past life that he cherishes so deeply. he doesn't know how to tell you about it and he doesn’t know if he’ll even tell you about it. he can’t bear losing you again, not when he has you this close. he closes the locket, holding you closer. but right now he has you in his arms again and that’s all that truly matters. his beloved bride.

[buckyalpine]

DBF Bucky

This turned out more debauched than i intended, my bad. 

No thots just -

Dads best friend Bucky.

“C’mon spread your legs for daddy” He has you straddled on top of him, lining his cock up with your soaked cunt, rubbing the tip through your folds. You whine, sinking down on him, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain at the stretch of his length. “That’s it baby girl, lookin’ so pretty for me, God damn” 

Your nails dug into his thick shoulders, thigh burning from riding him up and down, your breasts bouncing in his face. It didn’t matter how many times he had you spread out like this, it always made him feral; the one person that was off limits to him, naked and riding his cock. 

“Such a good slut for me sugar, my little fuckdoll” He groaned, grabbing your hips, and squeezing your ass in his hands, loving how soft your skin was. “Dirty filthy fuckin’ slut, you love fuckin’ your dads best friend” 

“M’not a slut” you pout, moaning when he thrusted up from under you, nudging against that sensitive spot only he could reach. 

“But you’re my slut princess, look at the creamy mess you’re making all over me, you’re so slutty baby, you’re a dirty girl, so fuckin’ naughty” Bucky couldn’t get enough of your bottom lip jutting out, chewed raw, your skin glistening with sweat, your face twisted from pleasure. He grabbed his phone, guiding you to lean back so he could capture your whole body with his cock sheathed inside you. 

“Daddy, what are y-” 

“Shhh, smile for me pretty baby” Bucky cooed, capturing the way your brows were knitted together, eyes glazed over. He captured another of you looking at him with those doe eyes that drove him insane. Then another of your perfect form, white cream messy on the dark hair at the base of his cock, your thighs spread across him. 

“Lean back and open those legs for me, lemme see that pretty button of yours baby” Bucky murmured, gently maneuvering you till your legs were spread wide apart, your pussy stretched around his shaft. “There it is, s’all swollen huh princess, want daddy to rub it better?”  

Your felt your skin heat up, burning under his gaze while he eyed you up and down, getting more pictures all just for him. 

“Daddy” you whined out, collapsing on his chest, hiding away from him. You kept your face against his neck, needy whimpers slipping past your lips, sucking on his pulse point to keep your moans down. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, stroking your hair and rubbing your back, tossing his phone aside while continuing to fuck up into you. 

“All shy for me, sweets? Use your words pretty girl, you want daddy to play with your clit? Make you feel good?” 

“uh huh” Your voice was muffled against his neck, crying out when he started to speed up. He slammed your hips down to meet his strokes, pulling your body to his and rolling over. He pinned you against the bed, fucking you into the mattress. 

“OH-F-Fuck! Da-Daddy!” Your eyes rolled back, screwed shut from pleasure.  

“Open your eyes” He smacked your cheek, squeezing them together, making your lips pout, “Keep your eyes open while I fuck you, don’t you dare close them baby, look at me when I’m deep in your pussy” 

You clung onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, taking each of his thrusts, your nails scratching angry red lines down his back.  He let out a growl, snaking a hand down, pressing onto your lower belly, making you feel where his tip was hitting that sensitive spot only he could reach.

“Feel that? Feel my cock in you sweets, s’deep, so deep in you, m’making a mess in there baby, there’s so much precum, m’leaking so much in you” 

You clenched at the thought of his cum filling you up, usually having him pull out and covering your face instead. Your pussy dripped around his shaft at how it would feel to have him give you his full load, his warm seed pumping you up, giving you his kids, feeling him throb-

Fuck-

“Open your mouth” You obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out, letting him spit in your mouth, humming in satisfaction when you swallowed. “You’re such a good girl for me baby, makin’ it hard for me to pull out” 

Then don’t.

“I gotta pull out, huh? Better ease up sweets, choking my dick, I don’t know how long I’ll last with the way your squeezing and milking me” 

Then give me your milk, daddy. 

You whimpered, clenching your thighs around his waist, not wanting him to pull out. You shook your head while he let out a moan almost as if he was in pain, his body weight dropping on you. 

“S’not fair princess, you know I can’t” 

He couldn’t.

You were his best friends daughter.

Your dad would kill him if he knew.

He couldn't 

“Ease up sweets, you’re gonna make cum in you” Bucky warned as best as he could, his pace growing sloppy. 

“Put a baby in me daddy!” Your legs wrapped tighter around him, your ankles locked at his lower back. You bit your lip, looking at him with desperate doe eyes, clinging around his body, “Wanna have your baby” 

“Oh God” Bucky could feel his cock swell, his balls painfully heavy, the veins running along his shaft throbbing. He worked his hips faster, giving you harsh, slopping thrusts, his feet slipping against the sheets. “You want a baby? You want my baby? I’ll give you a fuckin’ baby” Bucky moaned, pounding into you until the headboard slammed against your wall. 

What the hell was he doing, he couldn’t-

“Get me pregnant daddy” 

Fuck, yes he could. 

“You’re gonna be a good. little. mama, n’I’m gonna be your baby daddy, n’you’re gonna be so gorgeous with that round belly and so much milk for our baby” You cried out, feeling pleasure building higher and higher, just ready to tip over as he slammed into you, his hands fisting the sheets by your head. “You gonna feed me baby?” He sucked your nipple into his mouth, his pace faltering further at the thought of your sweet milk flowing into his mouth, “Gonna give me mommys sweet warm milk?”

“Daddy, m’cumming!!” Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, clenching and squeezing his cock, making his balls tighten. Bucky let out a pornographic moan a the feeling of your scratches, legs locked at his waist not letting him pull out. His cock was rock hard, swollen beyond belief as he finally caved, letting pleasure burst through his cock. 

“FUCKK” He roared against your neck, the sheets tearing under his grip as he started to pump ropes of cum into you, “That’s it, take all of my cum in that pussy, take my kids pretty girl, my filthy little baby” Bucky stilled, still dribbling into you while you panted, your body pliant underneath him. He softly stroked your hair, gently kissing your temple, your eyes growing wide when you felt his cock some how harden again almost instantaneously.

“Better have an excuse for your dad baby, cause I’m not leaving this bed till you make me a daddy” 

[star-suh]

It’s the Opposite Day 

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader 

cw: top reader, bottom mingyu, established relationship, morning wood, chest play, mating press, full nelson, degradation, feminization, rimjob, fingering, impregnation kink, bareback, breeding, morning sex, rough sex, mingyu is fucked dumb, size kink.

an: it's the opposite day so here's a top male reader fic 😀

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the alarm is ringing, yn woke up to turn it off rubbing his eyes seconds later and then staring at his morning wood making a tent with the sheets above it. “why am i so horny” he scoffed and started stroking it.

“good morning baby” mingyu just came out of the bathroom with the towel covering only his front part leaving his ass in plain sight, something that made yn more hornier.

oblivious of what was happening in between yn's legs mingyu walked around the room, his big plump ass bouncing every time he walks,’it's begging to be bred’ yn thought. mingyu feels two hands wrapping around his waist and then he is thrown against the bed, falling face down. “what the he~...” he slurred, feeling something wet entering his hole. yn didn't waste time and started to prep him using his tongue and fingers.

“it's to early in the morn…ning~ yn” waves of pleasure clouding his mind. “i can't help it gyu, you're so pretty” he pants catching his breath, “you're always looking so fuckable and breedable”.

now the couple was facing each other, yn giving hard thrusts while mingyu just whimpered and grabbed the sheets with so much strength that his knuckles were turning white. something caught yn's eyes, mingyu's tits bouncing with every thrust, “you're so slutty gyu, with these pretty perky big tits” he grope them with force, pinched the nipples and slapped them enjoying the pretty sounds coming out of the taller's mouth “too.. much~ yn”; “yes.. that's right.. let everyone knows who owns this pussy, who owns this perfect manwhore”.

yn keeps plowing his meat into the other's hole, even though mingyu was clearly bigger and stronger than yn, during sex he was easy to manhandle, yn’s capable of bending him over and fuck him in a full nelson, “tell me gyu. who own this pussy, huh?” he starts to rub the space in between mingyu’s balls and hole. “hngh..” is the only thing coming out of his mouth.

“tell me slut” yn puts mingyu’s right arm behind his head so he can have an easy access to his nipple and bites it, he once again asks with. clenched teeth and even harsher thrusts “who owns this pussy?”.

“youuuu~” he yells, cumming right at the spot, ropes of white cum landing on his toned abs.

yn stops and makes mingyu lean on bed on his back, then he bends him and begins to drill the tall guy again. the mating press position was their favorite, was easy for yn to go deeper inside him and hit his prostate and for mingyu it gave him a lot of pleasure for that same reason. “i'm getting you pregnant gyu, you're mine” he moans feeling mingyu’s hole clenching hard on his dick, “your pussy is so tight .. fuck!!”.

mingyu just nodded, the dicking was so good that he just didn't know what to say. “look at you.. such a big tough guy but the moment someone rails your tight manpussy you become all dumb just wanting more and more cock”; “yessh..siiirrr” he manages to say.

“get pregnant! get pregnant! get pregnant!” yn says with every thrust until he cums inside of him, every throb of his cock meaning that the precious thick liquid mingyu wanted, was filling him up.

“i can get used to this, having morning sex with my pretty boyfriend” yn laughs, kissing mingyu.

“i want more” mingyu demanded, fingering his creamed hole and then licking his fingers. 

“as you wish” yn replies putting his dick inside the other, resuming his thrusts. the sperm being churned inside and turned into foam “let's make more babies gyu, i'm gonna obliterate your pussy today”. the couple kept fucking all morning, at 12:00 PM mingyu was already full of cum with a gaping hole. “let's put this here so you don't waste any drop of my seed”, yn puts a plug in his ass.

mingyu gets ready and kisses yn “goodbye love, it's getting late, let's see how this goes at night” the taller says signaling at his ass. yn smirks “okay gyu, see you at night” he blows a kiss at him “good luck with your show today” he slaps gently the other’s ass.

and that's how mingyu went to rehearsals and then perform with his group on an award show with his ass full of cum.

[inknopewetrust]

𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] [𝐰𝐜: 𝟓𝟎𝟎]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 ��𝐍𝐈, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲).

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

A rumor was a rumor but within its words was a sliver of truth: Aemond Targaryen was enamored with the offerings of someone located on the Silk Streets.

Slipping away under the cover of night led many to whisper yet the only thing the white-haired Prince heard was praise.

Aemond could do all to succumb, falling to his knees in worship as words tumbled from your lips in adoration. A woman who have him validation was blinding—searing his soul with the brightest light to spear him to the heavens in grace. He loved the whispers as he wore his crown for a day.

“Aemond, my Prince…”

“You are far too,” your breath would hitch in your throat from a thrust he timed completely. He tipped his chin to watch the words fumble. “Too good for me… too good… my Prince.”

“King,” Aemond wished to hear in his growl.

“My perfect King,” you cooed. He pounded into your core harshly. Your body jolting into the mattress, deeper and deeper than anyone had ever before.

“Tell me,” he grunted, hands leaving marks at your waist. “Tell me I am the only one who makes you feel this way.

“You are my King,” you gasped. His cock drove into you. Each moment hitting the sweetest spot. “You are the only one to make me feel this good.” His ego was growing ten sizes.

“No one fucks me as good as you—no one fucks a whore like you.”

“No,” he spat. He leaned into you and pulled you face close by the chin. His fingers were harsh and steaming. “You’re no whore. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” you repeated dumbfounded. “Only yours my King. The best King.”

“That’s right.” He pounded away faster each second passed. Aemond pushed you further. Your back arched off the mattress; his arm wrapped around your waist as he held you close and far too personal in the way a man of his stature should hold a woman like you—yet there was truly nothing more personal than fucking.

“Fuck,” You moaned out. “Oh, f-fuck, Aemond.”

Too good. He was too good.

“You going to come for me?” Aemond slid his hand toward the top of your back and changed his angle. He was agonizing inside of you. “You’re so perfect. Gods, you’re perfect.”

But you no more than him.

The waves of your orgasm came washing through you. He kept his pace until he too found his end inside of you. In the glow of the finale, Aemond brushed his fingers against the skin of your forehead gently. He could do nothing but share the praise he received.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he caressed. “I could fuck you forever.”

“Me too, my Prince. Me Too.”

[sucka4pain]

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The soft touch of his hands roaming against her body as his hips were thrusting inside of her wet pussy. Moans and whimpers escaping her lips as he shushes her with sloppy tender kisses, trailing them down to her collarbone and chest.

His other hand softly kneading one of her breasts as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. His hips snapping at a gentle yet steady pace, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places.

“T-taka~…” she mewls as her fingernails scratched at his back making him hiss through his teeth through the sting.

His long lilac hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as his brows were scrunched up in concentration on her pleasure. He was making sure she gets what she wanted and needed. He always put her before himself since she’s his number one priority no matter what.

The world could be burning and he could die but that wouldn’t matter to him because he has to make sure that girl is safe and not anything scratches on her pretty skin.

“‘ts okay mamas…I got ya’..” His breathy voice spoke softly to her as he kissed her, swallowing her moans that he caused.

Slowly, he started to pick up the pace of his hips, moving fasting causing her to arch her back. The smell of sex mixed with the aroma of cinnamon and hot chocolate with vanilla in the air made everything feel perfect.

The cold breeze coming from the closed window as it snowed down, covering everything around it with white ice. The warmth of the fireplace taking over the air as the Christmas movie they had playing on their Tv was long forgotten.

Christmas time was always a special time for both of you but neither of you had the chance to celebrate it together. But, this year is all about spending time and every moment together in the comfort of your home.

He felt her walls clench down on him making him groan. “Careful there babe…I’ll cum too soon if you squeeze your pussy like that~..” a sly chuckle leaving his lips as he continued to fuck her oh so caring but also making sure she gets a nice dick down.

“Taka~..mmgh..m’ gonna cum~!…” She whimpered as her walls tightened around his cock and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Me too honey, me too…” His hands trailing down and grasping her waist as he pounded into her. The tip of his cock hitting her g-spot causing her to gasp. The nails on his fingers digging into her skin as her tits bounced from the speed of his thrusts.

After a few more thrusts, he throws his head back with a moan leaving his lips as ropes of his hot seed shoots out his tip and into her womb. Her pussy clenched one more time before she ended up squirting all over his lower abdomen and soaking his cock.

He collapsed his body on top of hers, his face buried in her chest as they both were out of breath. His hips moved as he slowly pulled out of her making her whimper at the sensitivity.

He then stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen, coming back with a cup of water and a wet towel. He offers her the water in which she immediately gulped it down out of breath.

The wet towel was slightly cold making her shiver as he wiped her clean then tossing his shirt and boxers on her. He put back on just boxers before wrapping both of their bodies in the fluffy blankets. The credits for the movie now playing on the screen and he held her close to him.

He noticed that she looked pretty much exhausted and softly smiled before leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Merry Christmas, my love~…”

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[flowerchild28]

Black and White

Louis Tomlinson imagine

Warnings: fluff

1.3k

The Beginning

The coffee shop buzzed with quiet chatter, but you were focused on your laptop, the untouched cappuccino beside you cooling quickly.

Louis entered, scanning for a seat. His usual spot was taken, so he hesitated before approaching your table. “Mind if I sit here?” he asked with a small smile.

Startled, you nodded. “Sure.”

You quickly returned to your work, but his presence was impossible to ignore. After a few moments, he broke the silence. “Work stuff?”

You looked up, flustered. “Yeah, kind of.”

The conversation started awkwardly but soon grew natural. He was charming, witty, and had a knack for making you laugh. Days turned into weeks, and his presence at the coffee shop became routine. He'd sit across from you, making every mundane detail seem interesting.

One chilly afternoon, Louis leaned back, his gaze softer than usual. “I keep coming here for the coffee… but mostly for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

He nodded. “I’d like to spend more time with you. If you’re up for it.”

A smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”

And just like that, the start of something beautiful began.

A Year In

It had been a year since that first coffee shop conversation, and the warmth between you and Louis had only grown. Tonight, you were curled up on the couch, sharing a blanket and a bowl of popcorn as a romantic comedy played on the TV.

Louis laughed at the over-the-top wedding scene on screen, nudging you playfully. “Think you’d ever go for something like that? A big, dramatic entrance, doves flying everywhere?”

You smirked, tossing a popcorn kernel at him. “Please, I’d trip walking down the aisle. And doves? They’d probably attack someone.”

“Noted,” he said, grinning. “Low-key wedding it is. I’ll wear sneakers.”

“Wait, you’re planning our wedding now?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, his blue eyes sparkling. “Maybe. You’d look pretty good in white, though.”

The comment hung in the air for a moment, light yet full of meaning. You laughed, trying to play it off, but your cheeks flushed.

“Well,” you said, nudging him back, “you better make sure you don’t trip either. I’d hate to marry someone with a bruised nose.”

Louis chuckled, pulling you closer. “Deal. But only if you’re the one at the end of the aisle.”

The future suddenly felt closer than ever.

Kitchen dances

The late afternoon sunlight poured through the window as Louis wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the faint sound of music and the scent of something cooking. There you were, in the middle of the floor, twirling and singing along to Black and White by Niall Horan, completely lost in the moment.

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. He waited until you hit the high note with exaggerated passion before chiming in.

“Didn’t know I was dating a backup singer for Niall.”

You froze mid-spin, whipping around to see him watching you with amusement. “Louis!” you exclaimed, yanking out an earbud, your face instantly flushing. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know you’re really into this song,” he teased, stepping closer. “What’s the deal? Secretly a big fan of his or something?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. He’s your friend!”

Louis chuckled, gently prying your hands away. “Relax, love. I think it’s cute.”

“It’s just… it’s such a good song,” you admitted, your cheeks still warm. “I love, love, love it. The lyrics, the vibe—everything about it feels so perfect.”

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “So, you’re telling me you’ve been having a little Niall concert in here every time I’m not home?”

“Maybe,” you muttered, crossing your arms but unable to hide your smile.

Louis couldn’t stop laughing now, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into a spin. “You know I have to tell him, right? ‘Hey, mate, my girlfriend’s your number one kitchen dancer.’”

“No, you absolutely do not,” you said, poking his chest, but your laughter betrayed you.

“Alright, alright,” he said, smirking. “But only if you admit that, as good as the song is, you’d pick dancing with me over Niall’s voice any day.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Fine, you win. You’re the better dance partner.”

“Damn right I am,” he quipped, swaying with you in time to the music still playing softly from your headphones.

The Wedding

The venue was a dream—an open garden bathed in the golden light of early evening. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, casting a soft glow over rows of friends and family, all waiting eagerly. At the altar, Louis stood in a navy suit that perfectly fit his cheeky yet charming demeanor. His trademark grin softened into something deeper as he fiddled with his tie, sneaking glances down the aisle.

Then the music began.

Every head turned as you stepped into view, your dress flowing gracefully, your smile nervous yet radiant. Louis froze, his breath catching in his chest. For a split second, the world seemed to hold its breath too. As you reached him, your hand found his, his touch grounding you.

“You’re lucky I didn’t trip,” you whispered, a playful glint in your eye.

“You’d still be the most stunning person here,” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

The officiant welcomed everyone, setting the stage for a ceremony filled with love and laughter. When it came time for the vows, Louis went first, his voice steady but brimming with emotion.

“Y/N, I knew I was in trouble the second I saw you in that coffee shop. You were too focused, too smart, and way too good at ignoring me.” The guests laughed, and Louis smirked. “But you let me sit with you, and that one moment changed everything.

“In the past year, you’ve made my life brighter, my jokes funnier because you actually laugh at them, and my kitchen dances so much better. I promise to keep making you laugh, to save you the last slice of pizza—even if it kills me—and to always remind you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, endlessly.”

You laughed through your tears, shaking your head at his perfect mix of humor and heart. Taking a deep breath, you began your vows.

“Louis, from the moment you scared me half to death by asking to share my table, you’ve been unforgettable. You’ve made every day feel special—whether it’s with your silly jokes, your endless support, or that ridiculous way you sing Niall’s songs off-key just to annoy me.” Louis raised a brow, grinning as the crowd laughed.

“But more than that, you’ve made me feel safe, seen, and loved in ways I didn’t know I needed. I promise to always dance in the kitchen with you, to put up with your terrible driving directions, and to remind you every day how much you mean to me. I love you, endlessly.”

The officiant pronounced you husband and wife, and as Louis dipped you for a dramatic, laughter-filled kiss, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Later at the reception, just as you thought the night couldn’t get any better, Louis grabbed a microphone, flashing that mischievous grin. “Alright, love, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Before you could ask, the lights dimmed, and a familiar voice filled the room. Niall Horan himself strolled onto the stage with a guitar in hand.

Your jaw dropped as he smiled at you. “Heard this one’s your favorite,” he said, winking.

The opening chords of Black and White filled the air, and Niall’s soulful voice swept through the crowd. Louis pulled you onto the dance floor, holding you close as you swayed to the song.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. “You did this for me?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice warm. “Anything for the girl who makes me believe in forever.”

I hope you like it. If got a lot of requests lately and im trying my best to write them as fast as possible.

[gingerteawrites]

Drabble: Summer dates

Where Nanami is the most attentive to you.

A/N: I’m so glad to bring you this new drabble. I’ve been thinking a lot of more characters to write about on the blog, but as always, Nanami comes out on top. I have not edited this very thoroughly, so, apologies if it’s a bit clunky.

Please feel free to suggest ideas you would like me to write about, as well as characters from various anime and games you would want to see. I truly love reading your thoughts more than anything.

Content: fluff, established relationship, Nanami X reader. Reader is described in a more feminine manner but no pronouns used.

You and Nanami did not go out together nearly as much as other couples. Between your jobs/studies, jujutsu, and the general fatigue that adulthood seemed to be tied with, most weekends were spent at home, where you shared soft touches and home-cooked meals.

This weekend, however, Nanami had decided that you deserved to get out of the house for things other than just work obligations. As you ate breakfast beside each other, he explained how he planned a day outside for you two.

“This spot has very good pastries. And I know you’ve been wanting to explore the new shopping district in Roppongi,” he said, his voice a smooth rumble, enveloping you in its warmth as you felt your heart squeeze in affection.

“You didn’t have to,” you said, your lips forming a light pout as you reached out to squeeze his hand. He smiled at you and pulled your chair closer to his in one swift motion to deliver a feather-light kiss to your lips “Of course I had to. You deserve everything, my love.” He whispered against your lips, and if you had not been sitting already, you would have crumpled to the floor with the way it made your knees go weak.

With the summer heat hitting Tokyo in insistent waves, you settled on wearing a light sundress that fit snugly at the top and sprawled out until your knees, which had caused you to almost not make it out of the house with the way that Kento had squeezed your waist and kissed your exposed neck, mumbling about how beautiful you looked.

Nanami had ditched his usual suit and tie for a pair of loose white slacks and a brown polo shirt. He locked the door behind the both of you and as you stepped into the sweltering heat, you squinted your eyes at the bright sun. But before you could even comment on its intensity, Nanami pulled out a parasol from the bag he carried, splaying it open above your heads.

His eyes met yours with a knowing look, and you smiled back in silent thanks.

Walking through the streets hand in hand made you feel all giddy. Nanami had never been one for PDA, feeling that Gojo invaded his personal space enough. But being with you had caused him to want to feel a part of your body at all times. Knowing you were in his hold put him at ease, like he could protect you if anything came up.

You finally made it to Roppongi, exiting the train station with the rush of other people out for the weekend. Lunch consisted of cold noodles and refreshing shaved ice, and you bought pastries to eat as a dessert for dinner later in the evening.

“I saw a new bread recipe online, I think it’s called focaccia?” You said as you exited the bakery “I’ll try my hand at it tomorrow.”

“I am sure it would be perfect. We can use it to make sandwiches.” He smiled at your enthusiasm, carrying the conversation toward what to include in the following week’s work bentos.

Your eyes wandered a bit, gasping in excitement when you noticed a new stationery shop in the square, which Nanami gladly led you two to, entering the store with the tune of a small bell’s jingle. You were browsing their sticker collection when Nanami’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

His eyebrows knit at the intrusion, and his finger immediately went to reject the call, wanting to focus all his attention on you. But you, noticing the caller ID insisted on him picking up the video call. He turned away from you and pressed the green button.

“Nanamiiiiiiiiiiiin” Yuji’s voice greeted loudly, with a wide grin pulling at his lips, causing Nanami to wince slightly at the boy’s energy. “Fushiguro you owe me, see? He actually picked up!” He snickered, flipping the camera towards a scowling Megumi.

Nobara peered from behind Yuji, gripping onto his shoulder and pulling at it roughly so she could see the screen better “Oh! Are you in Roppongi!?” she exclaimed, immediately recognizing the surroundings. Yuji’s own eyes went wide, as he brought the phone closer to his face “Oooooh, Nanami-san is enjoying himself without us!” the boy added.

Nanami grunted lightly, raising an eyebrow at his students’ shenanigans “If you all don’t have anything to say, I’m hanging up,” he announced.

You snickered lightly at the scenario unfolding before you, but accidentally dropped a roll of washi tape you had been examining. It rolled towards Nanami’s feet and before you could bend down to pick it up, your man beat you to it, causing you to inadvertently come into view on the video call.

“Is that Y/N-san??” Nobara asked, catching a glimpse of your face “You look so pretty today!” she said, and Yuji greeted you enthusiastically. “I told y’all not to call. See, they’re probably on a date.” Megumi scolded his mates, lips pressed together.

You waved at the group, Nanami moving aside so you took most of the screen. “Hi everyone, I hope you’ve all been enjoying your break,” you said, the melody of your voice prompting them to go on about their summer break activities.

You chuckled when they explained their antics, revealing that they had grown bored and bet on which one of their teachers would pick up the phone off-duty. Surprisingly, even the ever-available Ichiji had turned off his phone, causing the students to almost lose all hope.

Nanami watched your face as you effortlessly conversed with his students, his initial irritation easing, replaced by a fond look. You eventually waved your goodbyes, not wanting to neglect your date.

“Sorry for interrupting,” Megumi said sheepishly. “I’ll send you a picture of me trying on that shade!” Nobara added. “You should try the revolving sushi! Byeeee!” Yuji waved off, before cutting the call.

“They completely forgot I was even here,” Nanami commented, slipping his phone back into his pocket. You chuckled at his words, your hand finding his as you softly intertwined your fingers.

“Shall we get the kids some souvenirs?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked up at your lover. He melted under your gaze, a small smile gracing his features as he brought your hand to his lips. How could he ever say no to you? “Of course my love.” You did not realize just how weak this man was for you.

[heavenlytouches]

Logan Howlett- NSFW! alphabet

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GN reader

<3 (NSFW)

TW-seggsual themes! MDNI!

Wolverine NSFW! alphabet for my thirsty souls <3

(Logan Howlett- SFW alpbahet)

Logan Howlett

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Logan would either be very affectionate because he does not want you to feel used, and he wants to stay as near to you as possible

Or he would just wrap his arm around you and dive into sleep (poor man would be too weary to keep his eyes open)

No matter what, he would crush you with his warm and soft body

"You were great kiddo, great-"

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part are his muscles; cut off my arm if I'm wrong, but I'm sure THE MAN enjoys how strong he is

Logan absolutely loves how he can pick you up easily and give you everything you need at the moment

His favorite part of your body is your skin. It's far softer than his large callused working hands, your flesh feels soft in his hands, and he can mark every part of you as his

"Damn it... you're perfect"

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's be honest: he IS wild, regardless of what others say. He would love to paint you in white and watch his cum leak down your smooth, flawless skin

His go-to would be your soft tummy or chest, watching it slowly drip down your curves, his hazel eyes fixated on you

But if you're into something else, I'm sure he would give it a try

"So beautiful like ths, look at you baby.."

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Something tells me he would have a strong size kink- just looking at you below (or on top) of him, smaller and delicate would get him going

The way his big hands wrap around your smaller waist, pulling you closer, meeting his thrusts

He would also adore holding you in the air, pushing into you, watching your small frame above him, slowing down not to break you like a delicate piece of porcelain

"Shhh shh, you can take it dear."

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, have you SEEN THIS MAN, he knows how to please

He would talk you through it, exploring with you what pleases you the most

Every small move and noise you make would not go unnoticed by him, making a mental note what you like the most

Logan would concentrate on your pleasure first

"Feels good, huh?"

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he is a simple man, missionary would be his way to go

Like I said, Logan would focus on your pleasure first, he wants to hear you, see your face twisted in pleasure, feel you close

If he would feel like getting extra, Logan would raise your leg over his shoulder, going deeper and hitting every perfect spot at a new angle

"Shit baby, that's great.. let me hear you"

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Logan is either serious, sarcastic or grumpy (he would be serious)

Maybe would crack a joke or two if he saw you getting nervous

He would be more serious, praising you instead and complimenting every single thing you do, sex is a serious thing for him, intimate and loving- he would keep the atmosphere perfect

"I love you, fuck I love you."

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Let's just say, body hair doesn't matter to him, yours or his own

He takes care of himself but don't expect him to be fully clean-shaved down there

But if you prefered him clean shaved- no problem, like I said, it's no big deal for him

His happy trail stays tho ;)

"Like what you see, hm?"

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves to praise and be praised, soft touches all around

Logan is a man, A REAL MAN and he would treat you like one, careful not to break you

Not into candles and rose petals but he would relax you with his words, trailing his fingers down your body, every now and then dropping a compliment only you could hear

"Shit, that's perfect, just like that angel~"

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Logan masurbates but not for pleasure, he does it only for release

He doesn't really enjoys it, he prefers your small and soft hands on him, making his body tingle

If it's been a long day of teasing, unholy thoughts or else- he would do it quickly in shower and not make a big deal out of it

"Damn this teenage-boy shit"

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides size kink he would seems like a guy who would enjoy cockwarming

Just sit on his warm lap, your smaller thighs over his toned ones and let him enter you, filling you up so perfectly you have to gasp and take a moment to calm yourself down

His head would fall back, soft strands falling on his face, taking a deep breath

Logan would love to hold your small form on his body, drawing small shapes on your back and every now and then moving on purpose inside you just to see you squirm

"You are so warm sweetie, just stay a little longer please-"

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Your/his place. No questions asked

Bathroom, against the wall, bed- anywhere but as long as it's inside

Logan loves you, he is your man and he doesn't want to share, he doesn't like doing it in public, he hates the posibility of people seeing you naked or you two getting caught

However, he would secretly love to do it against the wall, holding you in his warm arms, showing you how strong he actually is

"Come to bed kiddo, come"

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is a touchy man, sit on his lap and stir a little- there he goes

If you bumped your bottom on his crotch, it would be the death of him, already imagining your soft flesh in his big hands

Just climb on him and he's done, slowly lowering you to kiss him, moving his hands all over your smaller frame

"What do you think you're doing, hm?"

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Logan doesn't like sharing

You are precious in his eyes and he has eyes for you and you only

He is really jealous so sharing you with somebody would make him sad/pissed off

He would feel like he's not good enough for you, probably blaming his mutant genes for it, thinking you see him as a freak

He also wouldn't hurt you in any possible way, acting like you will break in his hands- so knife play, blood play etc is a no no

"I'll take care of you, just hush baby"

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both, giving and receiving

Logan would love to please you, hungry for your juices, holding you on his face with his strong hands wrapped around your thighs

Your hand in his hair while he's pleasing you, tugging gently or playing with his locks- he's coming undone

When you offer to suck him off he would look at you wide eyed, his hazel eyes glowing, nodding softly with small moans and quiet string of praises

Hear me out, Logan is a man who intertwines hands while going down on you, holding you close

"A-ahh love, that's it, just there-"

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends, usually Logan is slow and sensual, burrying himself deep into you, enjoying how tight you are around him

Praising you in between puffs of air and groans, speeding up when he's close, dipping down to kiss you

If he really needs it, desires you or just needs a qucik release he would go rough and deep, shaking the whole bed under you

Hissing and gently biting your neck, throwing his head back as he finishes, his claws coming out from his knuckles, pushing into mattress

"S-shhh, I'll be gentle, I promise"

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He could do quickies, but he wouldn't like them as much

Logan needs time to please you, feel you under his fingers and hear your beautiful noises

He would rather wait to get some privacy and tme than just pulling you into a random spot and doing it

He loves hard and loves properly

"Just wait a bit dear, I promise I'll make it up to you"

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said, he's not all crazy about getting caught pants down and all

Logan likes to play it safe with positions and locations, he may try some things just to please you or see how it works out

If he doesn't like it he will tell you, communication is the key

He just wants you to be comfortable around him (or under him)

"Are you okay? Sure? Just asking, love"

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I mean, he's a mutant- a super strong one

He can go for a long time, wrecking your world all around until you feel your legs shaking around him

He can also go multiple rounds, just praise him to keep going and he will give you everything he can

Even if tired, Logan has a way better stamina than an ordinary man

"Care for another one, hm?"

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Logan keeps it traditional, pleasuring you way better than any toy ever could

His long and thick fingers curving inside you, his hungry licks and his big member hitting all the perfect spots in your body making you scream in pleasure

He could try if you want to as long as you don't use it on him (he's a manly man, come on)

"Am I not enough, hm? Is that?"

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan.is.a.tease.

Coming behind you and tickling you, slapping your behind now and then. gently pushing your head down when you're around him...

He loves to tease you and see how you respond, bratty, shy, teasing back- he loves it

Logan always finds a way to tease you- touching you now and then or just simply walking around shirtless flexing his muscles

"Awww don't pout at me love, I can't help it."

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan is a vocal man, he either straight up moans and whimpers or he hisses and growls

His sounds get louder and louder when he's getting close to climax

In between moans and growls he praises the sh- out of you, how perfect you are, how beautiful, how good for him..

When he gets to climax, his muscles tensing, a small crack in his voice as he moans loudly and shoots his claws in pleasure, puncturing the bed under him

"A-ahh shit, w-what are you doing to me-"

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan is all crazy for soft touches during it

He loves to hold your hand or gently cup your cheeks, making you look at him, smiling at you

He would melt in an instant if you pushed your nails across his scalp, tangling in his soft locks

"Shhh I'm here, you're so so tight babe"

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I feel like he would be big, Larger than average for sure

Logan is a big and tall man, every meaning of those words

He's large and thick, perfect to stretch out your soft walls, making you cockdrunk in an instant

"Don't worry babe, we'll make it fit."

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's ready to do it whenever but he won't pressure you

Logan loves you and desires you, you are his everything

He is super respectable as always- a gentleman

"Now? I was just thinking the same~"

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first, to make sure you're okay and safe

No matter how long it takes, Logan will stay awake keeping you safe and sound, warm at his side

"You are amazing dear, gosh, you're so good for me"

Phewww, this is a long one, but I really like Logan. This was filth; I hope you enjoyed it, hungry lovelies! I can create more Logan-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[giggly-squiggily]

Yay requests! I've been waiting for this

Lee!Gojo getting destroyed by Ler!Nanami for constantly bothering him!

{Requests are closed! This one's an older one <3}

AHHH I LOVE IT! Nanami as a Ler is so GOOD? And Lee!Gojo my beloved! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @rachi-roo @mystwrites @chibisstuff @riisada @sp1racle @

Nanami was going to kill him.

“Nanana-NAMI!” Gojo sang out to him in the tune of that one Rihanna song, doing a little jig as he came up to him. “Nanana-NAMI! Nami! Nami-” “WHAT..do you want, Gojo?” Twisting on his heels, he glared at the shorter man, finding himself eye to eye with him. Well- eye to blindfold anyway.

“Heeeeeey.” Gojo grinned, bouncing on his heels. “I got a question for you.”

Nanami closed his eyes, seeking patience. “What is it?”

“What’s a fast zombie?”

….Nanami stared at him. Then, with some reluctance, he accepted his fate. “What?”

“Guess!” Gojo insisted, waving his hands.

“I don’t know-”

“A Zoombie!” Gojo cried in glee, laughing hysterically. Nanami felt a vein pop.

“Gojo…” He went for his tie..and stopped. A better idea came to mind. He narrowed his eyes, activating his ability.

The world was green, Gojo’s silhouette before him as he scanned him from head to toe. Then, it was revealed- white dashed lines across his lowest set of ribs. Perfect.

“G-Get it? A Zoom-BEEEH!” Gojo’s giggles were cut off with a sharp squeal when Nanami jabbed at his waist, going right for the spot he saw. Silence filled the area soon after- Gojo gaping at him with flushed cheeks as Nanami blinked.

“Ah..still ticklish I presume?”

“N-Nanami hold on now..you don’t want to do this-” Gojo was running now, his body flailing like a muppet as he made a mad dash for safety. Nanami merely walked after him.

“D-Don’t! Don’t you dahahahre- wahahit slow doohhown!” Gojo cried out with a laugh when he made it to the dorms. No one was home- the kids had gone out to a movie or something. This was both a blessing and a curse for the pale sorcerer- he had no one to witness his downfall, but also no one to sacrifice for the greater good. “Cohohome on, Nanami! Spa-ARE-”

His legs hit the couch, sending him tumbling over it cartoonishly. Nanami didn’t speed up, merely walking around the couch and climbing on top of him. “Nahahahnami pleahahhahse!”

“Please what?” He rolled up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles.

“Doohohon’t do thihihihs!”

“You want me to.” He didn’t need to elaborate. The fact Gojo ran instead of using his ability spoke for itself. Gojo fell silent upon realizing this 

Another tense pause. Nanami raised a brow as Gojo weighed his options.

“Um…is it too late now to say sorry?” He asked.

“Yes.” Nanami didn’t hesitate, fingers flying across Gojo’s torso with reckless abandon. Beneath him, Gojo arched with a loud squawk, full body spasming as he dissolved into laughter.

“Nahahhahaha! Nahahanah-nahahahahhahanahhahahamihiihhihiiiiiiiii!” He cried, shoving at the older man’s hands as they tapped along his ribs. “Wahahhahait I cahhahahan’t! Geahahahahhaa, hohohohohld ohohohohon!”

“I highly doubt that. You’re rather known for your stamina- at least that’s what you like to brag about.” Nanami moved his hands up to Gojo’s upper ribs, a smaller spot he saw with his 7:3 technique. Gojo nearly flew off the couch when he pinched there. “Is it all a lie?”

“Hehehehehell nohohohoho! I’ve gohohohohot stahhahaaminahahhaha for dahahhahys! Whahahait- thahhahat ihhihihiihsn’t an ihihihihiihnvihihih-EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Sounded like one to me. Let's see how long you can go, shall we?” The blonde clicked his tongue as he dropped his hands to Gojo’s lower ribs.

“GEHAHAHHA!” Gojo’s squirms and laughter increased by tenfold at the touch, turning him into a thrashing bull beneath Nanami’s strong hands. “NOHOHOHOOH NOHOHOHT THEHEHEHEHRE!” His cheeks were on fire, smile was big and goofy and all so nostalgic. Nanami could recall numerous times where Suguru and Shoko tickled him like this. It was one of the happier times of their youth.

The thought made him somewhat sad. When was the last time Gojo truly laughed like this? He always seemed to find things funny, but it all felt so forced- like he was overdoing it to hide how he really felt. This, however? This felt natural- just like before.

“TAHAHAKE THIS!” Hands suddenly grabbed his hips, squeezing with such a rapid pace Nanami jumped several feet back. “Hehehheahaha..gohohotcha nohohohow!” Gojo groaned as he sat up, blindfold crooked as one blue eye gleamed at his friend. “Yoohohu had your fun…and nohohow it’s time for mine!”

~~~

“Heh…hehehe..hehehehheeeeh…” An exhausted Gojo laid across the tatami mats, huffing and puffing as he wrapped his arms around himself. Despite his bold claim, he was no match for Nanami. “I fohohohrgot yohohou’re so gohohohood at thihihs..”

“Hm.” The blonde hummed, walking back over with two cups of tea before sitting beside him. “I doubt it’s anything I did. You just refused to use your limitless ability.”

The number one thing that would have saved Gojo, and he refused to turn it back on. The pale haired man laughed as he sat up, taking the tea and draining most of it with one clean gulp. “Wouldn’t be as fun if I did.” He grew quiet, side by side with Nanami as he sipped his drink. “Hey…thanks, by the way.”

“I did nothing to warrant it.”

“No, you did. You always do. You put up with my bullshit like no other, and you willingly entertain me.” Gojo smiled in his cup, his voice unusually soft. “I haven’t had anyone like that in a long time. It’s..nice. Really nice.”

Nanami raised a brow but didn’t turn to look at him, knowing Gojo needed a second. Instead, he sipped his drink, watching the shadows of the room dance as the sun shifted. “I suppose you’re not nearly as annoying as you act.”

“Oo, a compliment from my beloved!” Gojo gushed, throwing himself at the blonde and making fake kissy noises. “Now shut up and kiss me!”

“Get out of here!” Nanami pushed him back, watching him tip over in a fit of giggles. That smile was like the one before, easing something tight in his chest.

He supposed he could get used to this.

Thanks for reading!

[bedoballoons]

Hello! Could I request Childe with a mute/shy reader? Can be sfw or nsfw (if you write nsfw) it’s up to you :)

Hiya!! You absolutely can! This is my first time writing a mute reader so I hope you enjoy and it's okay!! Thank you so much for your request!! <3

───⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿Childe X Reader⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿───

{༻~Mute/Shy Reader~༺}

CW: NSFW! Smut!! DNI Minors! Includes: Fingering, sex, cumming inside and GN! reader!

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Childes breath was warm against your neck, his ginger hair messy from your fingers and his shirt undone, showing his bare chest. Your heart was racing, your face blushed a bright red as he leaned in and gave you another deep kiss, just like the one that originally started this, except this time he was far more eager.

You gasped as he bit down on your bottom lip gently, his hands trailing down your body, exploring it hungrily as if this would be the last time he ever could. His fingers pausing at the band of your underwear as he looked up at you, a glint in his eyes as he pulled them down so agonizingly slow, watching your every reaction with a smirk on his face.

You wiggled beneath him impatiently, feeling flustered as he leaned in close to your ear, his fingers dangerously close to your opening...yet not close enough to give you what you wanted, what you craved. His voice was abnormally deep with lust as he whispered into your soft skin, "You're so beautiful...I can't wait to do every. Single. Thing. I've been thinking...." He emphasized his words clearly for you, taking pride in the shiver that ran through you.

Without warning he slipped one of his digits inside of you, your whole body tightening around it and sparking with heat in your lower regions. You gasped breathlessly as he added a second digit, pumping them in and out of you slowly at first, spreading you for him...adjusting you so you'd comfortably fit his large size. "So tight...just for me~" He said, his lips planting kisses on your collarbone as you grinded yourself onto his fingers, it felt so good...but it still wasn't enough...you needed him.

You tugged on his hair and with that his smirk grew, "So impatient..." He whispered, pulling out his fingers and licking them clean, before removing his undergarments to reveal his hard erection, the top of it white with precum and the size of it making you quiver nervously. He placed a reassuring hand on your thigh as he used his other to guide himself to your entrance, his eyes flicked to yours watching for any sign of pain as he sunk his member deep inside of you, your back arching as you took his whole length.

Tears welled in your eyes from the slight pain of it, but the pleasure was there too, your mind clouded with dirty thoughts as you squirmed, trying to get friction. He took that as a invitation, pulling himself out till just the tip was in you and then harshly pushing himself back in, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around his dick. You mouth hung open as he started to pound into you at a fast pace, his hands now on your waist holding your body against his.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with his load groans and moans, your nails digging into the clothing on his back as he fucked you senselessly, your mind turning to mush in his hands. "Fuck mmmm so good~" He moaned as he dipped his head down starting to suck on your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see and to show off when the two of you were in public.

You felt your climax sneaking up on you, your body in pure bliss as he recognised your insides, but you wanted him to cum with you, to fill you up in that wonderful way only he could do. His thrusts became uneven, sloppy as you placed a shaking hand on his chest. Suddenly he gave one harsh push into you, his dick hitting the most perfect spot and making you finish instantly, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open.

"Oh FucK" He said as he watched you, his hot white cum filling you up, spilling slightly out onto the sheets as he rode out his high. His breathing was uneven and as he stared down at you, your clothes crumpled and your entrance stretched to fit him, dripping with his love...,"I hope...you're ready for round two..."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ Have a nice day!!*⁠.⁠✧

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, fem!reader, dom!Remus, possessiveness, praise kink (kinda), missionary p in v, marking up, overatimulation, teasing with dirty talk, no use of protection WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT...

The sound of rain splattering in the windows was a calming sound that would have lulled the young couple was it not for their late-night activities. The sky,even with the storm, was clear; the stars were shining under the harsh light of the almost full moon. But that calm environment went unnoticed since Remus had other things in mind.

Moans and grunts filled the room along with a skin-slapping sound that was extremely persistent and hadn't stopped since he threw her in the bed and discarded all their clothes. He always got like this whenever the full moon was close. Who was she to complain? Her werewolf boyfriend, that has a crazy sex drive, wants to fuck her all night long, making her cum as many times as possible until she is senseless and can't think straight? Fine by me.

Her legs were resting against his shoulders and drew closer to her chest every time he moved. Her body was moving upwards as he thrust hard into her and the only thing that seemed to hold her in place was the bruising grip that was applied to her hips. She was on cloud nine. Her head was thrown back from all the pleasure she was receiving. Her thighs were burning and rubbing perfectly against her overly sensitive breasts that have been thoroughly marked and teased, her pussy by now had to be puffy, red and oh so sensitive as both their releases ran down to her bum and collected there to a white puddle.

The sheets were rumpled underneath her from the force that the young man fucked her and from how she fisted her hands when she was so overwhelmed and didn't know what else to do.

"God, you're gorgeous, can't wait to see how beautiful you will look when I am done with you. I will fill you to the hilt and you will be sore everywhere. You will have an imprint of my balls in your clit from how hard I am fucking you. Hiding these perfect tits behind your bras will be such a pain from how much attention I paid to them. Hickeys will cover your body for so many days because … you … are … mine." Remus mumbled as his face closed in on hers as he emphasized each word and delivered them with a new kind of force behind them. Straining to talk with all the overstimulation he had caused both himself and her.

The only response he got was gasps and breathless moans. His name was officially a new chant on her swollen red lips. "You like that don't you? When I get possessive." The clench that he got around his deeply buried cock was the perfect answer. "I fucked you good, haven't I? You can't think, can't speak,huh? But you are a good girl, aren't you? My good girl."

"Yes" was softly spoken and was nothing else but a drawn-out moan.

"Who's fucking you brainless?"

"You"

"Scream my name sweetheart. I want everyone to know who you belong to. And who gets you to themselves? Say it, my love. Please at the top of your lungs."

"Remmy" sounded in a pleading voice. He harshly lifted himself and lowered her legs to his waist. "Wrong answer dovey but that's OK, you will get it this time right" he said as he entered her in a fluid motion. Hitting one perfect spot after the other, making her see stars.

"Remus" she screamed in a toe-curling way. Her back arched so hard and was pushed down on the mattress when a dominant hand pressed in her lower stomach.

"That's more like it." He whispered in her ear and started fucking her into the mattress, so hard that even the bed springs groaned. "Hands on headboard and eyes open love" he commanded and she complied without a second thought.

"Oh, God. Ahh y-yes. I am so close." She had lost count of how many times she went over the edge, she should have been drained and had nothing else to offer. "Let go, sweetheart. I'm right here."

The orgasm she reached on command to his words was mind blinding and when she started gaining back her senses he was still going, more sloppily this time though. He had slightly lifted her as previous releases still exited her and had cupped her ass, scratching it barely.

"I am-" he stuttered. She threw her heavy arms around him with her sheer willpower and one reached his tightly clenched ass. He was holding back. She said in a so hoarse and just above a whisper voice the one thing that would make him come undone in seconds "I'm yours. You're mine".

His head buried in her shoulder and he bit down hard there, trying to contain the sound of her name adorned with many of his well-loved curses. His pace slowed down and his hips only moved in post-orgasm. He stayed there for a few seconds as he tried to regain his composure and steady his breathing. When he did, he turned his head to rest his forehead against hers. As she still grinded her hips. Subspace. He tried to get out of her but to no avail, her tightly wrapped legs prevented him from getting away even if he wanted to.

"You will regret this when you wake up." he whispered against her hairline and placed sweet kisses there. A dopey smile was present on their faces as they drifted to sleep as close to each other as possible.

"I love you, you smart ass. You just love to rile me up, don't you?"

If this was going to be his response all the time then yes she did and so did he, but there was no chance he was going to admit that out loud.

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[tomklover]

Smut as promised 🤪🤪 (with Tom obvi)

Third person pov:

You are Tom were just hanging out on the couch watching fifty shades of grey when he said “follow me” you nod as he leads you to the bedroom,Once inside the bedroom, Tom turned to face you, his eyes burning with desire. "Take off your clothes" he commanded, his voice like smooth velvet. (Screaming without the s) you followed his command and started to unbutton your top. Tom watched as you slowly peeled off your top, revealing a pair of a lacy black bra. His eyes lingered on your full breasts before moving down to your jeans. "Remove those as well" he said, his voice heavy with lust.

You blink a few times before slowly unbuttoning your pants, As you unbuttoned your jeans, Tom stepped closer, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. He reached out and helped you slide them down over your hips, taking in the sight of your lacy black thong. "Beautiful” his words got you all flushed and full of lust. You couldn’t help but smile.

Tom returned your smile, a Lust gaze in his eyes "Come here, my love” he said, pulling you closer,As his hands wrapped around your waist, he lifted you up so that you were standing on the edge of the bed. "Bend over baby” (happily) you slowly bend over and you grip the sheets on the bed for support.

Tom admired the view of your perfect ass as you bent over the bed. He ran his hands over your smooth skin, teasingly tracing the outline of your panties. "These will have to go” he said before sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside on the floor.

(Cumming)

When your panties were pulled off your body you felt the cold breeze hit your tight ass, Tom stepped closer, his hard cock pressing against your ass. "You feel so good” he mumbled before positioning himself behind you,He reached around to stroke your clit as he slowly pushed his cock into your tight pussy.

Your hands tightened the grip on the sheets and you let out a moan along with words “oh fuck..” your belly full of butterflies, He groaned at your moan, feeling you tighten around him. He began to move in and out of you, setting a slow but powerful rhythm. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as he thrust deeper with each movement.

The tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again you couldn’t help and arch your back while moaning his name “oh Tom..”

You moans were music to his ears and he increased his pace, his cock pumping in and out of you faster and harder bringing you to climax, it was to much to handle.

His hips slapped against your ass, the sound echoing through the room as he took you harder and faster. His cock was a blur as it slid in and out of your wet pussy, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“S-shit y/n” he grunted out, he gave your ass and harsh slap leaving a big red mark from his big hand, it added more pleasure to your love making."That's it," he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "Take it all, baby” He reached around to pinch and roll your nipple, eliciting a moan from you as he continued to pound into you.

(Does the nipple thing make sense?)

You scream in pleasure and grip the sheets even harder your knuckles turn white. Tom's voice was rough with desire as he grunted, "Yeah, feel it!" He thrust deeper, hitting your sweet spot as he reached around to play with your other nipple.

Soon enough you both reached climax as your legs started to shake and Tom slowed his pace down, he was still going but very slowly, he was waiting for both of yous to cum, you felt the knot in your stomach build telling you to cum, before you could warn Tom you were gonna cum you did, he grunts in pleasure before pulling out of you with a wet plop.

Your breathing was heavy and ragged,he plopped down next to you on the bed before holding you in his arms and stroking your arms, this was your best sex ever and you knew that “I love you baby” he whispers softly into your ear, you nuzzled your head into his neck and spoke while it was muffled “I love you too”

DONE

Imagine this was his face ykyk (I wish)

-mwah 💋

[abiiors]

Imagine Ross with a breeding kink omg idk smth about a big strong man needing to give me children makes my cave man instincts go crazy

(mdni, 18+ only // female reader // not proofed sorry)

i am SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW that is so reallllll. i also feel like it would go ten times harder if you add an age gap into it...

he's been kissing you so passionately, bordering on rough and feverish, dragging his fingers through your slit so you'd open your legs wider for him. you're both covered in sweat, him looming on top of you--huge and strong and covered in red lipsticks on both his arms, his neck too.

you know what's gotten into him--you saw him looking at you earlier today while you played with your friend's baby. how his gaze lingered, how he kept touching your stomach after, pressing soft kisses on your cheek while his hands rubbed small circles on your stomach.

how just moments ago while he was between your legs, he couldn't help but place a few kisses on your lower belly.

he drags his hard cock through your slit and draws a whine out of you. "god, you're so beautiful, so brilliant," he mumbles into the crook of your neck, hips grinding against you. and then he enters--hard and thick and stretching you out so perfectly, thrusts all the way in until he disappears inside you and hits the perfect spot.

"r-ross, fuck!" a shiver passes through you that he undoubtedly feels and ross holds you closer. his hips move again, thrusting deeper somehow or maybe it's just the way you lift your ass off the bed and wrap your legs around his waist.

"gonna fill you up, keep you full, darling, you want that?" his words comes out more like broken growls and groans.

"fuck--fuck, yes, i--"

you feel him getting harder inside you, fucking you faster somehow and you try to match his pace, to move your hips up so you'd feel him deeper. it effectively shuts you up.

"you're not leaving this bed till i put a fucking baby in you," he declares and you feel electricity coil in your stomach. he's never like this and if you were to be honest, his words drive you crazier than they ever have before.

you whimper as his body slams against yours. so close now... so so close and ready and he is too judging by how erratic his thrusts get, how you feel him twitching inside you. and then it tips you over the edge. somewhere through the haze you remember clenching around him so tight, you remember the feel of him spilling into you and that's it. your vision goes white for a moment, breath coming in in pants, heavy and hot and mixing with him almost like you're sharing the same breath back and forth.

he stays like that, still inside you, still on top, his body covering yours.

"you're not going anywhere," ross murmurs (not like you were planning on it) "not gonna let you go till you're full of my cum."

"love you so much," you whisper against his cheek hoping your voice is strong enough. even then, you hear how hoarse you sound from all the moaning and screaming, and ross smiles against the crook of your neck.

"love you too, my sweet girl. can never get enough of you."

[danicadenniss]

DreamWorks Trolls

Branch: Troll Of The Wildglade

Chapter 3: Branch Meet Poppy

In the Trolls Brotherhood AU, the brothers grew up, Spruce became a blacksmith and a father who got married and had 11 children, his wife is pregnant, Poppy as the village grump, Branch became a strong adult.

-20 Years Later-

Years had passed since then and Branch grew up into fine, handsome and strong adult. He wore a brown patched up pants, he wear a leafy green vest with it, a blue dragon scales bracelet and necklace on it, given to him by his dragon friend named Sky. It has been 20 years since his father's sacrifice and now Branch had reached the age of 20 and has become more mature, responsible, cautious, but as usual, he still have some faults. He can still be quite naive and his curiosity can get the best of him. But he's loved by everyone by the clan for his heart and fairness.

John Dory became a second captain, his hair got shaved in the back and the sides, he wear a brown leather jacket with a white and dark brown spotted fur collar, green pants that go to his knee and signature green skiing goggles with a pink lenses.

Spruce became a blacksmith, he wear a necklace around his neck, black loose shirt, and white pants with styled back hair, he is the second taller and he has a plump face and body, and his lost physical fitness and still attractive. He got married with his wife Brandy who is a Vacay Islander, as she is pregnant with her baby. He has a daughter and 11 sons.

Floyd became a swordsmen, his became dark magenta pink, and twisted around his head partly covers his face. He is shirtless, as he wore a black ripped shorts with a black belt around his waist and a black stud earring, he have a black tattoo of his father Thorn on his upper back, he having shy and meek personality.

Over the years, Ivy and Rosiepuff have grown as well. Ivy's had a light grayish pink streaks and some wrinkles, but she is a grandmother of Spruce's 11 kids but Alder help watch over the clan. Rosiepuff grew wiser and also gain various white streaks, but she's young at heart, at least that's what Branch like to says. Ivy proudly decided to step down and gave their father's leaders to Branch.

Branch: Let's go, bud! Sky took up, spreading his wings gallantly. As they headed towards some trees, Branch saw several of his handmade targets that he had set of arrows. Pulling back his bowstring, he fired and hit a perfect bullseye. Branch hit perfect bullseyes on each and every one. Sometimes he would hit one target with two arrows after another just for the fun of it.

Branch: Great work, Sky. Now let's pick up some speed!

Sky didn't hesitate and the two of them flew like a rocket. Flying across the valley, they passed mountains, and even some creeks on the way. Branch held on to his friend tightly but would let go of hold, spreads his arms out and shouts of joy as he felt the breeze through the air. It wasn't long when the two of them reached whooped happily.

Branch: That was great, my friend. Never cease to amaze me. (Floyd walked to them and saw taught, he smiled proudly)

Floyd: Bro! This is amazing! How did you do this?

Branch: Floyd, like our father before me, I'll becoming a leader of the Glade Clan and with that honor, came responsibility. (A sudden growl had alarmed them, they turned and saw John Dory running in horror)

John Dory: Bros! Come quick!

Floyd: What is it, John?

John Dory: A purma is gonna to kill the trollings. But we got to warn the whole clan, right now.

They look and saw a Purma creeping into the bushes. Purma are feline creatures that resembles a mountain lion, only they have purple fur with red spots, white underbelly and long tails. They are dangerous considering they are ambush predators, taking their prey when they least expect it. Branch set his eyes onto three trollings playing on the soft grassy away from the clan that were located on top of a hill having picnics and fun together. The clan was too far and busy the danger the children were in. Ignacio Carapax became older, he wear a khaki hat, a black collared button up shirt, dark brown cargo pants with gray belt around his waist and tan combat boots, he patting it's head, as smells.

Ignacio Carapax: (smiled evilly) Ahh, trollings I got to tell Reyes about we'll hunting today, now my pet! I want you to grabbed the trolls and bring them to me. (Purma run to the grass, with an evil laugh)

Bounty Troll Hunters #4: We almost got them now!

Taking action, the brothers quickly warned their clan and the trollings.

Branch: BOUNTY HUNTERS! PURMA! RUN!

The clan raised their heads in alarm, including Ivy, Alder and Rosiepuff who became alert of the situation. A few seconds later, Purma jumped out of bushes, heading towards to the children. The three kid gasped and ran away with the Purma chasing after them. Ignacio walked out of the tent with the other hunters are watching them, as they ran, Harper suddenly tripped and fell. The Purma pounced towards her, Arthur Slugworth walked toward her with a butterfly net.

Arthur Slugworth: Little trolling is scared of my butterfly net, and you can't escape from the hunters.

He looked at an arrow suddenly landed between them, preventing him and the beast from hunting Harper. At the moment, Floyd jumps in to save Harper from getting caught by him.

Floyd: Run, Harper!

Spruce: John, what is your plan (threw a rope at Arthur Slugworth's feet as tripped and fell down to the grass and his butterfly net, the Purma whipped it's tail at them) Ow!

John Dory: Ow!

She didn't hesitate to quickly got back on her feet and safely run towards the clan as the Purma focused on Branch. Branch stood definitely with a loaded arrows at the Purma. John and Spruce got up, they got his dagger and his spear. Floyd got his sword fighting against the Purma. The animal attacks with it claws, but Branch rolled away and shot an arrow at it, grazing the cheek. It started to ran off. Thinking he had scared off. The brothers relaxed a little, only to hear warning shouts from the clan.

Ivy and Rosiepuff: Boys, look out!

Brandy: Behind you four!

The brothers heard him and looked back. The Purma pounced behind them pinning him down John, Spruce, Floyd and Branch immediately started to started to try to shove him, using his bow to prevent its fangs and claws from getting to him. Nothing a big stone near them, Branch then thought of an idea. The brothers stretching their hairs, they grabs the Purma's tail, twirled him around and threw it against the stone, hard towards Arthur Slugworth's lap.

Arthur Slugworth: Oof! Don't just stand there! Gets those little creatures! Not me! Not me! Why!

John slashed it tail back, Spruce and Floyd stabbed it's underbelly and pulled out, the beast roared in pain and panicked when Arthur got up and ran away from them, when Branch loaded an arrow at his face for the finishing blow, only for it to fire near its face, giving it a warning to stay away.

Branch: Never come back! (Glared and the Purma rose and ran away with Branch in pursuit. Shouted) Get out of here! Nobody gets hunt on our watch. (Snort and then he and the brothers smiled victoriously.)

The Purma screeched and disappeared into the woods.

Ignacio Carapax: What! NOOOOOOOO! (growled angrily)

Bounty Troll Hunters #4: It's no use, we most go back to the village now. Madame, we explained to ourselves.

They turned back and the whole clan ran to them happily.

Alder: You boys, were amazing! (Rosiepuff and Ivy ran to hug them)

Rosiepuff: (checked all over them) are you boys alright? No scratches or bruises?

Branch: (chuckled) We're fine, Grandma,

John Dory: We're heroes!

Rusty: That was amazing!

The purple trolling: We are now!

Harper came to them and hugged them gratefully.

Harper: Thank you for saving us, my heroes!

Floyd: My pleasure, Harper!

John Dory and Spruce: You're welcome!

Branch: Anytime, Harper.

They looked around, being surrounded by their trolls, all of them cheering and congratulating them on their heroic rescue. The brothers felt proud of themselves. Including a grayish pink troll clapped to them. She was walking in the village carrying sticks with her bare hands, she looked around the forest, and she met Branch. She rarely ever sing again because of her sister's disappearance, she's always depressed with emotions, excluding happiness.

Grayish pink troll: Bravo, Branch, what do you want? That's cat is looked scary. Huh? In my bunker, it wrote Your NOT welcome here. The hunters almost captured my sister, 20 years ago.

Branch: Poppy! We defeat the Purma, Alder want to keep the villagers safe from bounty hunters.

Poppy: What's the hell, are you talking about? But thank you, Branch. My mother died from her natural cause of illness, 10 years ago, since I was 10 years old and I miss her so much.

Branch: Sorry to hear about this, (sobbing) I kept having nightmare, since Clay's disappearance along with your sister during the fire cause explosion, in the forest, since father sacrifice himself to stop the hunter's leader as he burned to ashes, heard his last words until he died, since I was six months old. I will take his place as a new leader of Glade Clan. (Wiped his eyes trying stop his tears from flowing) He is in my heart.

Poppy: One day, you're going to be leader, I'm going back to my bunker. (She walked away from him and going back to her bunker.)

After finally reaching their home, They saw Rosiepuff serving some tea for herself and Ivy whom tell to Spruce's kids a story about her husband's sacrifice himself to save them from hunters during the fire cause explosion in the forest. When she saw the br, they walked towards them as they shared a hug together.

Branch: We love you, Mom, we love Grandma.

Ivy: We love you boys too! Sweeties. Your father would be so proud of you boys and so are we forever. (Made a candlelight vegil for her husband's sacrifice in the picture frame) I hope Clay will be okay.

Branch: Good night, brothers. Good night, mother.

Ivy: Good night, boys.

Floyd: Good night, bro.

Spruce: Night, brothers. (Yawned)

John Dory: G' Night, brothers. (As they watched Branch leave)

He walked out the pod and climbed towards a branch where he not only could see the Wildglades, but also the clear, starry night sky. Clutching his necklace, he stared at the night sky.

Branch: Dad, I know you're out there somewhere watching over us. I never knew that someone like me could be a hero as well as a leader until today. My brothers and I are heroes, even though I'm doing fine, I still miss you a lot. You must be so proud of me and my brothers, but I have a feeling that you always will be. I see a grayish pink troll who's live in her bunker, she looked very depressed without her happiness. I will always remember you and love you for all time. (wiped his eyes, trying to stop his tears from flowing.)

He smiled as much as a troll could as he watched a shooting star streaming across the sky above him.

Fun Fact: The Purma was inspiration for the cougar scene. Poppy as an over cautious, unpleasant and cynical princess who hates singing, dancing, hugging and music, after she turned gray due to her mother's death just like Branch in the first movie. Protect The Wildlife from hunting them, then I donate for Night To Shine next month.