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thewalkingdilf · 4 months
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thinking abt daryl with a size kink!!!
he definitely loves how big he feels in comparison to you, especially when he can hold both of your wrists in just one hand, pinning you down and fucking you into the mattress
“fuck baby, you’re so small, like my own lil personal fuckdoll.”
“gonna let me throw ya’ around and use ya’ like a toy?”
he loves when he can see the outline of his cock bulging through your stomach while he fucks you, it sends him over the edge every time. he always makes sure to point it out to you.
“see that, baby? look how well you’re taking my big cock. doing such a good job, pretty girl.”
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I want James to fucking buckle at the mere idea of Regulus riding him. I want James squirming under Regulus and Regulus soothing him, peppering gentle kisses all over his face, telling him he's being such a good boy to him, that he's doing so good, that he's fucking him so well while James cries and moans at the sight of this man on top of him, taking whatever he wants
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rafedaddy01 · 26 days
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“Beg me for it”
You shake your head as you try your best to show your disinterest, even though your body is screaming for Rafe to come closer.
“I won’t touch you until you ask, princess” he smirks as he takes a step closer and your body tenses. He notices and his smirk widens. “Beg me for it”
“Never” you spit out, trying to mask the arousal your feeling.
Rafe takes the piece of ice off the napkin and slowly starts tracing it up your exposed leg all the way to your thigh, drawing circles with it.
You watch as the water dribbles down your sides, landing onto the sheets. Your body covers in goosebumps, both from the cold and the arousal.
Rafe watches you intently as he brings the ice up to your peaked nipples. “You sure you won’t beg?” He raises one eyebrow and starts circling the ice slowly around your hardened nipple.
“Mmm” you moan as your head dips back, “n-no” it comes out more like a question. “Try again, princess” he moved the ice to the other nipple, the water trailing down your chest, to your stomach.
It’s getting hotter and the ice leaves a sharp pain that feels so good your about ready to give in. Then it all stops.
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sorcerous-caress · 6 months
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I would like to maybe request the different BG3 party members finding out a Tav with a tough guy act was secretly ticklish? Just fluff all around
Finding out you're ticklish
[ fluff, nb!Reader, several characters ]
[ reader is a tough cold badass person ]
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Karlach
Absolutely abuses it.
She has been trying to get you to loosen up for a while. As cool and badass she thought you were, she was sure there was a fun side to you.
Took it very personally to try to get you to laugh, bad puns, slipping on a banana peel, and even asking Gale to borrow one of his nerdy type jokes. Alas, you were as expressive as a stone wall.
Just when she was about to give up, she thought "ah what the hell?" and just went for it, full on tickling your sides. Worst case scenario, she will get put on clean duty again.
Imagine her surprise when you started cackling up. Pure sincere laughter coming from your own lips, very contagious too. She found herself laughing along as she kept denying your attempts to push her away.
Now she has a secret weapon, one she plans to use at whichever chance she gets.
Gale
Very amused.
Ah, how the tables have turned. You know he did have a theory on your aversion to touch and the distance you keep from others, and this was the most pleasant of outcomes.
"Accidentally" brushes against your ticklish spots, claims absolute innocence each time. Batting his eyelashes as he swears ignorance.
He'd have prefered a more subtle method than Karlach's, but really, who is he to say? Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her, that sometimes the easiest way is the best answer to a problem.
Shadowheart
Teases you about it.
She threatens to do it in her "maybe I'm joking, maybe not" way. Does she ever do it? Who knows.
But mostly, she can relate to you. She gets teased about her fear of wolves a lot, so she understands if you want her to drop the topic.
Wyll
Defends you.
He was always the kid in the playground who'd chase bullies away, and while this is a more light-hearted teasing between friends things, he will still defend you from Karlach surprise attacks.
You're safe next to him, don't worry, he will never use your weakness against you no matter how tempting it is to get this tough ice cold person to fall into a pit of laughter.
Those aren't his thoughts, just the devil's on his shoulder.
Laezel
Doesn't get it.
What do you mean ticklish? What even is that.
Gith don't really get tickled. Their skin doesn't allow it much. She is a bit fascinated and curious about it. After all, it must be a great weapon if it reduced a formidable person like you into a jumpy offbalance prey.
Yes, she will keep it in mind if she needs to take you down one day. It is the excuse she allows herself on why she keeps staring at you whenever you laugh.
Minthara
While Wyll will attempt to defend you, Minthara doesn't even have to try.
If everyone in here wants to keep their throat unslited, they better not even think to place their grubby hands near you.
Says she did use it as a form of torture in interrogations before. It wasn't very effective since the target would end up incomprehensible.
Astarion
HA
HA HA HA
you poor thing.
His bullying puts Shadowheart's light hearted teasing to shame, he WILL fully throw digs at you every chance he gets.
Brings it up always, asks if you're at risk of falling prone to laughter because your shirt's fabric was too soft. Jokes about how feathers must be knives to you huh.
He isn't big on touching, so your physical body will remain safe. Your mentality, however, is a different case.
Halsin
He is too, very ticklish. How did he get people to stop bringing it up? Simple, turn into a gaint bear.
It's not so fun watching someone fall on you from laughter when it's a gaint cave bear with rows of sharp teeth.
But really, it's not so bad. And here he will help you practice your bear exaggerated laughter to make your teeth look sharper.
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90ekz · 1 year
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“she say im obsessed w thick women and i agree.” k. takami.
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keigo is a fiend for chubby women.
especially tall ones—whew he’s a SLUT for ‘em.
he’s a smaller guy, so when you walked up to him the first time in the coffee shop declaring how big of a fan you were and you just towered over him—his brain completely shut off.
keigo barely heard you begging for his autograph from the way his face was directly in your chest.
god, you smelled so good.
“shit, i don’t have any paper—oh!”
your face lit up when he scribbled his name and number on the protective heat ring around your warm mocha. keigo didn’t even realized he’d barely spoken until you had thanked him with a warm smile and scurried out, mumbling something about how you were late for work.
you wouldn’t leave his mind that entire week. he just silently waited for you to text him, growing more anxious when you didn’t.
when the first text of yours that rung through his phone was a photo of your smiling face and those perfect tits glistening in the sun with the caption “come over <3”, keigo knew he didn’t stand a chance.
and he was right, your body drove him to clinical insanity.
within 10 minutes of entering your apartment, your slick was dripping down his chin as you rode his face without a care in the world, that same smile still intact.
keigo had already creamed his pants twice, but could you really blame him?
you treated him like he was a toy just for your personal pleasure, like he was good for nothing more than making you cum.
yet you were so delicate, muttering apologizes anytime when you thought you were too rough with him.
but honestly? he wishes you were rougher.
when he guided your shaking hand to his hair, silently giving you permission to tug, your smile almost split your face.
keigo was only for you.
oh, and when you finally got around to riding his cock? he just sat and took it, not being able to choke out anything more than a whine at your movements, you took his cock like it was a mission, he was almost scared.
“ffuck-”
“my pretty little thing—shit, so g-good for me.”
he was more than happy to give you what you wanted when you asked him to cum inside. he could help but let a few tears slip when you scratched his back in the place where his wings used to be.
you made keigo so sensitive.
even while riding him, you loomed over him, and it made his cock so, so much harder. he wanted to be wrapped up in your body all the time.
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lilquokka04 · 8 months
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👑Pain is Pleasure👑
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-warnings- vague smut, kinda first time with reader?, soft dom innie, big d!ck jeongin, bulge kink
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Thinking about innie being really sweet but also turned on about the fact that he's too big for you. Kinda flustered when you first mention it but he low key loves it.
"Am I hurting you? Should I stop?"
You tell him you just need time to adjust and sink into the cushions as he eases his way in. Letting out little whimpers and gasps as he works himself inside you, digging your nails into his biceps to ease some of the pain.
"Fuck innie! So big."
He gets scared and thinks he's hurting you.
"M sorry."
You let out a little chuckle that turns into a moan, tightening your legs around his waist to keep him from withdrawing.
"Don't apologize. Feels good."
Becomes obsessed with feeling your tight walls around him and looks forward to you telling him how big he is, how good it feels when he's inside you. Would absolutely bust if he sees a bulge in your tummy.
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crimsongrimoire · 2 months
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never call the iudex's bluff worst mistake of wrios life. rip wriothesley then-now he died doing what he loved (flirting too much and it backfiring on him)
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murdocks-devil · 2 years
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Thinking about wearing Matt's ratty old Columbia sweatshirt, skin showing through holes coz it's so lovingly well-worn, curled up on his couch with a soft blanket, book in hand as rain rages on outside and constant downpour mutes the way the giant billboard light paints the room. Thinking about watching the strokes of watercolor neon swirling on the wall, and getting sleepy. Thinking about falling asleep because it's been a long day in a long week but he's out there so you gotta stay up till he's back, because of course you do. There's no questions about it. It's non negotiable. But sleep is a ruthless player that flips the game after a long moment of silence that's been stretching out in the apartment since he left for patrol.
Thinking about waking up groggy, vision blurry but feeling soft and warm and cradled and loved. The unyielding chest behind your back, the soft pillows and softer blanket pulled over the two of you. The gentle, loving circle of his arms around you, a touch of possessiveness in the stance that you bask in, the infinte love and protection that threatens to overwhelm you. It's still raining outside, and you have no memory of him coming home or being carried to bed, but there are no bandages visible in the low light, and no outward signs of injuries, so you decide to rest easy for the night till you can inspect further in the morning.
Thinking about him turning in his sleep so his back is now facing you, but even in his sleep he seeks you out, feels around till he catches your arm and throws it over himself so you can cuddle closer, your leg thrown over his.
Thinking about sleeping next to each other, about sharing a bed in the literal sense, of sharing a home. About the Devil of Hell's Kitchen trusting someone enough to let himself be vulnerable, and take assurance in the knowledge that he's loved and protected, even in his sleep. Especially in his sleep. About the comfort and peace and love stored in a warm circle of arms, when they belong to the Devil that's carrying you to bed making sure you have socks on for the cold night, and when they belong to you, pulling him close, as though the love can be diffused via touch alone.
Thinking of the domesticity of quiet love, that doesn't demand recognition or rewards, but rather simply exists for the beloved.
Tagging peeps but lemme know if you wanna be added or removed 💙
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revasserium · 9 months
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How about "the cost of ambition" with Rook Hunt?
send me a prompt and i'll write u a drabble
the cost of ambition
rook; 472 words; fluff and a hint of angst and also a hint of rook with a pain kink LOL ; gn!reader
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he knows what it’s like to give, to love something hard enough to want it to go free.
the first time he sees you, he thinks he finally understands what freedom truly means.
02.
sometimes greatness, like beauty, is a more a curse cast than a gift bestowed.
“that’s not fair! how’re they getting full marks when they can’t even do magic?!”
“do you think the professors are being easier on them just cause they can’t do magic?”
“ugh. so unfair.”
rook sighs and tries to clear his throat loudly enough that you don’t hear the whispers, but one glance at your face tells him that it’s a lost cause.
“don’t mind them…” he says in a stab at his usual, flourishing bravado, “they’re simply jealous, ma cherie.”
“oh i know,” you say, but there’s a steely glint behind your eyes that holds him still as you turn to look at him, “but that just makes me want to beat them that much more.”
it’s then, he thinks, the he falls in love with you.
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he knows what it’s like to take, to love something hard enough to want it to never touch the light of day.
he swallows down the urge to hide you away, to steal you into the heart of the forest and never let you go.
04.
it is in the library, the first time you kiss him, nearly knocking his hat askew with the force. there’s a fire in you — he’s always known that, but it’s then that he tastes the flames licking into his chest from how hard your body is pressed to his and he knows himself a lost man.
and what a beautiful kind of losing.
as much sweet as it is bitter, as much soft as it is biting.
you sink your fingers into his fine flesh and he revels in the sting.
when you draw back from the kiss with blood on your lips and he flickers out his tongue to feel the cut on the edge of his mouth from what he’s sure were your teeth, he only grins and leans in to whisper —
“kiss me again, cherie — harder. i want to feel it properly when you make me bleed.”
05.
he knows what it’s like to lose, to unfurl his fingers to a firefly’s light and watch it fade away. to love something hard enough to hold it in his heart and not his hands. to know when time had run it’s course with him and with you.
he watches you go with a smile and the ocean behind his teeth.
“go, cherie… know that you take my heart with you, and it’ll always be yours to keep.”
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I need jegulus with baby Harry rn pleaseee
P.s love all your work🤎
You said right now with a compliment well you will get what you want! Also thank you you darling! This one is for you:
To the Match (1/1) (jegulus)
Somehow, James ended up with tickets to the England vs France quidditch match, and they were meeting Sirius and Monty there as well.
"Reg, I think he needs an extra blanket. Can you get the one fuzzy quilt from Remus, please?" James said as he settled Harry into the warp on his chest.
Regulus was dressed in a cozy knit jumper, jacket and soft black trousers. He had a matching knit hat from Effie pulled on, but his perfect curls poked out of the end. He walked over, quilt tucked under his arm, and fit a tiny hat on Harry's head. "Okay extra blanket. You got the bottles, diapers, and extra clothes. His sleep sac I sent over to your mum and dad's already, and he has extra clothes and toys there." Regulus listed off counting on his fingers.
"I think we're good love," James said leaning over slowly, and pausing for Regulus to nod or pull away before pressing a kiss onto his forehead. Regulus preened slightly as he leaned into James' touch. "Oh I'm excited," he whispered up to James. James beamed down at him. "Me too!"
They joined hands, James wrapped an arm around Harry, and they turned on the spot together landing safely just outside the pitch. Sirius ran over quickly to kiss Harry who cooed and smiled at his Godfather. James clapped a hand on Sirius and they started excitedly talking together as Monty joined them.
"Hello my boy," Monty said to Regulus who quickly nodded his head and smiled at him. It was nice that no one ever tried to hug him, especially since the Potters were so very touchy. It was funny though, since they had Harry, Regulus can't get enough of holding and kissing his son. He wants his son to grow up knowing touch as loving and soft and his choice always. So he reaches out, offering Monty his hand to shake, which he of course returns delightedly. "Shall we," Regulus says, and they all walk toward the entrance.
As the game goes on, Regulus keeps checking over Harry making sure he is alright. James has got him though, and has noise reducing earmuffs on him. Regulus didn't even think of those. He honestly fusses over Harry so much, but James is a natural and Regulus beams when Harry claps when James cheers. France wins but England catch the snitch, a lovely balance for the family and a wonderful end to the game. Harry was now sleeping on James chest as they traveled back to the Potter home for dinner. A perfect end to perfect day.
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keikiri-kitten · 1 year
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crookedtoothed! Kirishima who absolutely loves kissing you the moment you tell him how cute you think his teeth is. you only have to tell him once before he’s all over you. he previously considered himself to have some gnarly chompers, but when you look at him and you see those big eyes and dumb smile you just can’t help but to fall in love all over again— especially once you get to those teeth. he loves cupping your cheeks with both of his heavy, large hands and pulling you in for a short, sweet marathon of kisses. he loves running his plump, hot pink lips along the apples of your cheeks to your jaw only to pull away so you can see that overjoyed grin on his face.
just as much as he likes to kiss you with his crooked teeth, he loves to bite you just as much. he’s not a hard biter when he gnaws at your skin, he’s just wanting to leave a couple of indents on your skin to admire for the couple of minutes they’re on you. so for the times when you’re sitting atop of his lap and grinding around his cock, his teeth are pressed firm into your shoulder. his jaw quakes while trying to breathe through his nose. you can feel his arms wrap around you tighter and his teeth sinking deeper into your skin. there was no complaints out of you. not even when he bit too hard nicked your skin. to him? he hurt you. in that moment he began to despise his teeth all over again. but you? you admired them even more. and you unlocked a new kink that you would never tell him about. it took him tasting your blood for him to pull away with an apologetic look in his eyes only for you to shake your head before leaning in for a reassuring kiss. the last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad, so you whisper about how cute he looks getting upset over something you liked. his eyes blew wide and before he knew it, your lips were pressed against his again.
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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years
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eddie reading to you
I am thinking so much all the time about Eddie reading lord of the rings to you
like I imagine you’re talking to him one day and he references the hobbit and starts explaining it and you’re like “Eddie, I have actually read the hobbit you know”
and at first he’s like (●♡∀♡) “you have???” 
but then he realises “but I’ve talked about lord of the rings so many times and you never said anything” and you have to tell him
“well, when I finished the hobbit…I realised I don’t really like reading fantasy?”
Eddie: I am betrayed, I am scandalised, I am heartbroken
but he asks you why and you’re like “it’s just hard for me to get in to something that out there I guess? if it doesn’t seem real to me, it’s hard to picture.”
“and then with every chapter there’s more characters with different names and sometimes a different species and…it’s hard to keep track”
and that, he can kind of understand
but it’s so important to him, so at first you try to read it yourself and save some questions for when you see him
but that’s even worse because without the context of where you are in the book it’s easy for him to go off on tangents
Eddie: and so that’s why there’s been a feud between the dwarves and the elves that’s lasted pretty much since they were created 
You: Eddie, I just asked you to remind me who Celebrimbor was
and also in his absolute ideal dream land he gets to watch you experience this amazing story 
honestly the real dream is that Eddie is alive and well in 2001 and you get to see the movies together I cry to think about it please hold me
but in 1986, the best he can do is reading it aloud to you ignoring the animated movie, and actually it’s just as good
cause the BEST Eddie scene (and I DO NOT accept criticism) is him playing D&D, describing everything that happens with so much confidence and enthusiasm, creating tension with his tone and acting things out, laughing with so much excitement and joy to see their reactions to the story he’s set up for them
so it becomes such a routine, going back to his trailer at the end of the day, maybe eating together or and talking for an hour
then he takes you to his room and sits up against the headboard with you against his warm chest
Eddie occasionally tapping your arm to get you to hold the blunt to his lips so he can take a drag while he turns a page
on turning the page, he holds the book in front of both of you so you can read along if you want
and you do, sometimes, but often you’re just watching his steady hands while he speaks
and it’s so much better, cause when you ask who somebody is or what something means he knows exactly the information you need to know for what’s happening in the story at that moment
and mainly it’s just how gooooood he’d be at different voices and tones
gentle voices for the hobbits, sam especially. 
a little joyful and mischievous for merry and pippin, slowly fading as they learn
the wisdom and strength that comes through in the voice he does for gandalf
growling and hissing in your ear as gollum in a way that sends a touch of terror through you even as you’re leaning your head back to watch his face for reassurance that it’s still him
swaying and bobbing you both together rhythmically during bilbo’s party, like you’re there listening to the hobbit’s folky harps and accordions
bringing his voice low to get you on edge before a chase or a battle, slowly tightening his arms around you to make you sense the impending trap
every surprise accompanied by a sudden shout and a jolt, sending your heart racing like you didn’t see the words a second before he said them out loud, like you didn’t know
and when Eddie’s voice cracks a little, reading Boromir’s death, or Frodo going to the Grey Havens, you feel your throat close up too
and when you finish return of the king, both of you start laughing a little sadly to look at each other, both wiping tears from the others face
and Eddie wraps you up in his arms all snug and kisses the top of your hair and asks if that was better than reading it yourself
and you tell him how good he is at making the story come alive and how much you loved listening to him over the weeks it took to finish the books
and Eddie is all blushy and sweet and bashful pulling his HAIR over his lovely FACE 
and he tells you he loved watching you experience it and thanks you for letting him share something so special to him with you 
and so then you have to ask
“Eddie, I know I said I didn’t like it much before, but I want to experience it like this. would you read the hobbit to me?”
i wnat…i want eddie to be my bf…
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azulock · 2 months
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Gonna let myself be negative for a moment here but once I saw a post that wondered wtf was up with the jjk fandom being the embodiment of daddy issues. And whenever I try to read jjk fics on this hellsite I'm instantaneously reminded of that, just smacked in the face with fics that exemplify that sentiment. Like honeybun not to kinkshame but can I please wiggle past your daddy kink to try and find some fluff here?
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urobsessivegirlfriend · 3 months
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I wanna get her drunk while she’s upset with me, refusing to talk to me at this party we decided to go to last minute. She wanted to stay home but I told her it’d be fun and to lighten up and since then she’s been giving me the silent treatment. However, she doesn’t stop me from pulling her closer to my side while I’m talking with friends. She doesn’t protest when my arm is wrapped around her waist and drawing small mindless circles on her hip. She definitely doesn’t comment on when I lean into her ear complimenting her pretty makeup that she put so much effort in (even tho she didn’t want to come.)
I’ll keep making her drinks while barely having any myself, pretty soon she begins getting clingy with me, holding onto my arm and laying her head on my shoulder, yet still stubbornly not speaking with me. I’ll eventually give in and finally try and take her home.
“Did you at least have a little fun baby?.” I’ll ask but still no answer.
I’ll reach over while driving. Gently touching her earlobe and caressing her cheek while keeping my eyes on the road.
“Why are you taking me to my house ?.” She finally says a bit grumpy and pouty. I can tell by the wavering of her voice that she was drunk and emotional.
“Did you want to come home with me puppy?.”
She’ll nod and grab my hand that’s caressing her face to snuggle into it. Finally being such a sweet needy girl 💗💕
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