#also a whole fuckin pillow for some reason

[dredshirtroberts]

okay. i cleared out the space under my bed so the princess will have so much MORE room for activities than she previously did. at least until Saturday and we move to the new place and she can decide if she's going to play nice with the boys finally.

#i was really underutilizing the under the bed space #not that i had a lot that could go in there but like just conceptually there was a lot of open space #also a whole fuckin pillow for some reason #anyway... my bookshelf STILL has books on it 3 bankers boxes later #i have a BAJILLION chotchkies i gotta figure out how to transport (absolutely already have gotten rid of things that aren't important) #(still have approximately a bajillion don't at me bro i know) #we're gonna figure out the stuffy transport situation #i'm planning on just throwing my clothes into the back of my car wherever there's space when we get to that part #because fuck it i don't care if it's enclosed in something if it gets dirty there's a washer and dryer in the new place #and i've already got plans to wash so much clothing #i have a whole ass hangup about laundry and i'm going to do my best to overcome that this next year #i'm also trying really hard not to overspend on spoons because i want to be able to help AND enjoy my birthday activities #(weather permitting) on friday AND also be kind of useful while we're settling into the new place over the next week #it is very nice that i do not have to do everything all by myself because i've been able to take the rest breaks i need #i'm doing very good at not panicking i'm really hoping it'll last until we're most of the way done already and i can just #point to all the things that are already done and go ''eh it's fine see?'' at myself #and then not actually panic. #we'll see how that goes lmao #okay lunch time i gotta get up and do that before i forget i preheated the oven

[creedslove]

when i tell you i'm going feral over javi having breeding/praise kink, i mean it.

this man can go from a total slut to our sweet domestic husband who will bring you flowers everyday and ask for help with tying his tie.

every time he appears on my screen i'm literally screaming into the pillow and kicking my legs. because honestly? that man could fuckin step on me and i'd say thank you.

but having his last name? having his children and be their mother??

i live for that dream 😭✋

hope your day was better than mine's and you feel okay. you're my comfort person and if it weren't for your blog i would never found out about javi or dave york, thank you so much <3

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: I love you my beautiful bestie, you are my comfort person and I love you and sorry for taking so long 😘💘 I hope you're doing alright love 😘

• alrighty bestie, Javi is the definition of praise kink; that man will praise you at any given opportunity and he will enjoy everything single minute of it, because he lives for complimenting you as whole: your looks, your bodies, your laughter, your intelligence and of course, let's never forget about how he compliments your nails 🗣️

• he will always tell you you look pretty or mention you are wearing a beautiful color, he's gonna notice when you get a haircut, if you change your perfume and your lipstick usual colors (but let's cut him some slack here, the first thing he thinks of is that new color on your lips while you have his cock in your mouth hehe)

• and of course during sex Javier Peña is a fucking praiser™

• I mean it, he's gonna mix that with that filthy mouth of his, telling you the most explicit sinful things, at the same time he can be very sweet about you, always working on boosting your self confidence even if he doesn't really realize that

• and while doing so, of course he's gonna speak spanish too, knowing it drives you crazy

"just like that, mi amor, take all of it, all my cock in your beautiful mouth, tus labios tan bonitos..."

" you have such a delicious tight cunt, cariño, I love how you gush for me..."

"tu culo me vuelve loco, amor... Let my cock inside of it, I'll promise I'll go nice and slow"

• 🫢

• but he also likes receiving the praise; Javi suffers a lot from stress and those cruel thoughts about not being good enough or not doing a decent job, when it's time to lose himself into you and relax, he appreciates the way you remind him he's just as great

"you're amazing Javi, I'm proud of you, mi amor"

"your cock is so delicious, hermoso... Dejame cuidarte..."

• it will just melt your seemingly grumpy DIA boyfriend and he's gonna be all soft all for yourself

• also, I don't take any contrary opinions on this: Javier Peña is a family man and he just (wants) and needs a woman to make an honest man out of him; the moment he falls in love for real, he falls hard and there's no turning back, that man will love you for life

• and he's gonna change his mind about being a bachelor, he's gonna be a husband, and a great one at that matter, he's just gonna love being a husband, the fact he has a wife and that he won't have any other lonely nights, but instead, someone waiting for him at the end of the day, as he goes to his home instead of going just to a house

• he would such a proud husband, excited about wearing a wedding ring and such, everything in order to show how happy he is with marriage

• he's also the kind of husband to bring you flowers, chocolates, body lotions and any other small gifts here and there for no specific reason other than making you happy

• and not only that, he would always remember important dates, such as engagement and wedding anniversaries

• and of course, while being a loving husband, he would want to take the next step which consists of having a baby with you; it would probably start after seeing how beautiful you look with Murphy's kid in your arms, and just the general thought of having a whole family of his, would be enough to spark the idea

• and then the fun part begins: trying for a baby, which consists of you jumping on him at any opportunity

• and that man would finish inside of you every single time, hoping that time will be the charm and the baby Peña won't take very long ❤️

____

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fanfic #javier peña headcanon #javier peña headcanons

[mediumgayitalian]

I would lay down my life to hear more about Will's relationship with his mom from you

will LOVES his mama. SO bad.

naomi loves him too. obviously. that's her BABY.

naomi had will when she was nineteen. she was kicked out as soon as she started showing -- came home from her friend's house to find her guitar and packed backpack on the lawn. choked it back, turned around, got back in her car, and started driving.

texas was warm, at least. lot harder to sleep in your car when it's cold out.

course, it's also hard to sleep in your car when you're pregnant.

when things were toughest, when she had heartburn seemingly everywhere and her ankles hurt and her feet swelled up and she was just scared and furious and defeated all at once, she'd grit her teeth, clench her fists, unclench them, place them gently on her belly, and mutter it's you and me and sheer fucking will, baby. this was a regular occurance.

she sang to herself. constantly, of course she did. as she bussed tables and scrubbed dishes and played and played and played her guitar, she was singing. dolly parton was in there a lot, and and reba mcentire and june carter cash. tina turner every day of the week. she had that swingin, raspy voice like glass of smoked whiskey.

there's a reason she attracted apollo's attention.

when her water broke she started sobbing and didn't stop. she hadn't cried in months and suddenly all her terror hit her at once -- she was alone, she had slept with a god, she was going to have a kid and she didn't have a fucking place to raise it. and the fucking hospital bills -- what the hell was she gonna do about the hospital bills --

it hurt like sweet hell. she knew it was gonna hurt but god. god, fuck, it hurt, it hurt so bad, and the only person holding her hand was the nurse with the kind eyes, but she wanted her fucking mama. but she hadn't spoken to mama in months. and she hadn't smiled at her in longer.

she'd heard a thousand stories about how all the pain melts away the first time you touch your baby, but not for her. she could barely stand to hold him. she turned away and cried into her pillow until she passed out.

there was no magic moment when she finally held her son for the first time. he cried the whole time and shook his pudgy little fists and was mostly bright candy red with the force of her yelling. he kicked her in the face, too, and of course it wasn't his fault but her first words to her newborn baby son were watch it, you little shit and it was so absurd that it knocked the terror right out of her.

some fuckin' mother she was, cussin out her baby. she rested him against her chest and bit her knuckle hard to keep her giggles in, and didn't come close to managing and her poor baby bounced a little as her chest shook. strangely, it seemed to rock him. he stopped crying.

I Am Stopping Here Because I Am Going To Write This Actually Gimme A Couple Hours

update: it’s here

#turns out i have. #a lot to say. #about naomi solace #i will add more later #longpost #ask

[calzone-d]

Jason eating reader out hcs?? Please I'm begging x

YAAAA

find my masterlist here.

inbox is always open! thanks @carmylasso for your help and inspo as always <3

nsfw below the cut

so much teasing!! spends so much time kissing your thighs and nipping at them until you’re panting

only goes RIGHT IN if it’s a quickie situation or after looots of build up

the first time he keeps pulling away like “s’it okay? does it feel okay?” because even though he’s more confident than ted, he still gets caught up in the worries of you not enjoying yourself

usually starts off slow and lazy, licking up your slit to taste you and always moaning about how good you taste.

when he gets to your clit at first, he’s really sloppy with it just because he loves hearing you whine. he eventually gets right into the flicking and sucking though. that’s when he’s a man on a mission.

loves holding the backs of your thighs to spread your legs and prop them up a lil, and def leaves little marks from where his fingernails dug into you

when he uses his fingers to spread you open, he’ll slowly stroke up and down your lips just tease you even more.

and by the time he slips a finger in you’re SOAKED.

i feel like he’d really get into it, even more if it’s been a while or if he’s had some drinks.

rutting into the bed while he licks into you, drool running down and dripping onto the sheets because he would give no fucks.

the vibrations of his moans into your pussy would feel fucking fantastic i’m sure

sometimes it’s like he’s trying to see how far he can push his tongue into you because “just wanna really taste you, honey”

“taste so fuckin’ good, fuck. been thinking about this all day, baby.”

you’d be the reason he keeps his hair at a grab-able length. refuses to cut it too short.

sometimes he’d want to eat you from behind, hellbent on grabbing your hips and using them to hold you to his mouth.

the beard burn!! courtesy of @carmylasso

scratchy and rough against the backs of your thighs. the perfect souvenir.

loves getting to bury his face in your asscheeks. truly his favorite pillows.

also loves pulling away just a teensy bit to see you chase his mouth with your hips. esp whenever he needs that lil confidence boost.

also a huge fan of you riding his face!!!

“c’mere.. sit on my face sweet girl.. get comfy.”

likes it with you facing the headboard so he can peek up at you

he can so easily reach up and pinch at your nipples too!

running a hand up and down your belly in the slower moments while he looks up at you

definitely doesn’t just stare at you the whole time though, spends a solid 85% of it with his eyes clamped shut so he can truly focus.

you go through the whole “i’m worried about crushing you” fiasco but he is not having it, he wants all of your weight on him.

wants you literally sitting on his face, no half ass-ing it.

holds you so tight through your orgasm, and works you through it like a real man

soft kisses and kitten licks to help you ride it all the way out

so satisfying for him to pull away after he’s done to see your pussy all swollen and pink and glistening.

the sight is honestly enough to get him going again most of the time

i think that he’d always want to go down on you at some point during sex if it’s not a quickie

even if it’s the foreplay and you don’t actually orgasm from it, he’d have to get a taste

he’d also love the intimacy of it, which is something i imagine he fucking needs.

thanks for reading!

#jason sudeikis rpf #jason sudeikis fanfic #jason sudeikis imagine #jason sudeikis blurb #jason sudeikis fic #jason sudeikis x reader #jsuds #my writing

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ego, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, very brief mentions of yoongi x reader

summary: On the cusp of death (read: hangover), someone recounts the events of last night to you. It sounds serious, but it's not. All you did was fuck Jeon Jungkook on Min Yoongi's bed. Wait, you did WHAT?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; no explicit smut, just descriptions of questionable... acts; heavy alcohol consumption; (adult) crack; possibly? friends-to-lovers

I thought about not posting this bc it's only comedic depravity but it made me laugh so I figured maybe someone else might laugh too XD

--

“I… regret living.”

“Oh, good. You’re awake.”

Light? Horrible. Sound? Distorted. Ow. Pain? Composed a thousand scorpions repeatedly stabbing you in the head or at least the fucking felt like that. And were your sleep paralysis demons holding you down or were you really so tired that you could barely move? Oh. No, it was just someone laying on top of you. A wave of oh fuck shimmered through your internal organs.

“I’m gonna throw up,” you wheezed.

“You better fucking not, because this is my bed,” the familiar raspy voice scolded you. “Also, need I remind you that you hate throwing up.”

Couldn’t argue with that. You fought back the tumultuous wave with several shaky breaths. A straw poked you on the lips. Ow.

“Drink.”

You drank.

What was the liquid? Only the gods knew. Maybe the demons too. You drank without question despite common sense shaking its head at you. Crawling back from death wasn’t easy, okay? The struggle was real. You felt a hand slip under the back of your head and lift it. Oh, very helpful. Long fingers, graceful touch, firm pressure. Familiar. Huh. Raspy voice.

Min Yoongi.

You almost spat, but your blurry vision suddenly cleared to slim pale face and pointed dark brown eyes fiercely glaring, daring you to do something so rude. You did not, perhaps out of sheer fear and shock. Such emotions did wonders (and fuck-ups) to the body. Yoongi sat back up, tossing his head to swish back his long black hair, and placed the glass of misty water on his nightstand, next to the torn-open foil packets. Oh, how nice of him. Hangover meds.

Next to a pile of condoms.

Your eyes widened.

Unopened.

You mistakenly relaxed.

“You fucked Jeon Jungkook on my bed last night.”

Your eyes went full dinner-plates.

Massive-peepers mode.

You choked on nothing but your own shame, which happened to be a whole lot all of sudden.

“WHAT?”

“Actually, fucked is a strong word for what transpired,” Yoongi remarked coolly, looking disturbingly handsome with his messy bedhead, loose black t-shirt, and matching cotton pajama pants. Disturbing because it felt like he was about to describe something deranged. “Got naked and rolled around in the sheets like caught fish, complete with increasing, inexplicable wetness as more time transpired.”

You couldn’t compute anything since your head felt like it was being hammered into an anvil similar to those old-school cartoons, but you could feel the inexplicable urge to, ahem, fuckin’ yeet yourself from this situation. You tried to flail about in attempt to run except Yoongi’s legs were on top of your hips, pinning you in place. While he may look like a scrawny guy, he was not. Tal and slender, yes. Physically weak? Surprisingly not. Also, he reached over and pressed the top of the blanket to your naked chest.

To.

Your.

NAKED?!!

Chest.

Your nipples, for some idiotic reason, were hard and rubbing against his soft duvet – they absolutely did not understand timing. You grimaced and fall back, trying to fuse with the pile of pillows as Yoongi calmly let go and continued with mortifying you in the most deadpan voice possible.

“I believe various body parts went into various holes and then I had to intervene with the condoms, but thankfully – or not thankfully depending on how you look at it – I don’t think either of you noticed that he was unable to finish considering you were both black-out drunk. What you don’t know can’t disappoint you.”

???

“Y… You just told me…?” you croaked.

Yoongi hummed. “I assumed you would want to know why you’re naked and half-dead on my bed without Jeon Jungkook. Although, you are right. Maybe I should have asked if you wanted to know that you smacked him down spread-eagle on and proceeded to lick him all over like a starving dog with their empty food bowl.”

…

You had never thought you would welcome Death, but you welcomed him now. Like, right now. Death, please grant me a heart attack so I don’t have to listen to Min Yoongi describing what he witnessed with visceral detail. Please. PLEASE. You did not die. You felt like you were dying, but you did not die, because of course you wouldn’t. That would free you from–

“Then he proceeded to jack off onto your face, missed, got it in your hair and forehead, then he licked it off and you sucked it out of his mouth. Oh, I guess that means he definitely orgasmed.”

You passed away.

Not actually.

That would be too merciful.

“Y… Yoongi,” you coughed. “Why the fuck were you here?”

“Excuse me?” Raised eyebrow, unamused expression. “This is my bedroom. I’m the one allowed to be here.”

Fair point.

“And you told me to keep an eye on you since this was your first time seriously drinking.”

“K… Keep an eye… means not letting me fuck Jeon Jungkook on your bed!” Instant pain. Oh, shit, too much emotion. Your neck jerked erratically and you groaned, sipping once again as Yoongi and the glass of bliss reappeared.

“Oh,” Yoongi tutted.

Oh.

OH?!?!

You sipped and decided this was the moment. This was the end. You had lived enough life. Curiosity killed the cat after all, and being someone who never drank, you had become too curious about how you would act when drunk. Why not? Live fast, die young, right? You could only be young and dumb once (actually, no, the latter multiple times if you were shameless enough). But you figured this kind of decision was much better to do as your own personal experiment rather than in an environment being pressured by others. No party. Just you, Min Yoongi, and bottles.

Annnd his roommate in the background.

Kim Seokjin. Nice dude. Very tall. Loved games more than most people, probably (valid). Surprisingly chill in a one-on-one conversation (did that mean you were even more energetic than he was?). Worldwide handsome (everyone said so and you accepted that kind of peer pressure). Yeah, go ahead. Use the kitchen. Oh, but that night he was going to invite a couple friends over to eat pizza and play games. Sure, sure. No big deal. Just five other guys besides Seokjin, chilling in the living room and having fun playing Just Dance. All the best vibes. They would come into the kitchen and offer their two cents about your alcohol adventure before going back to the group. Everyone had been mindful and respectful.

You stared into Min Yoongi’s eyes.

He stared back, emotionless.

One might ask, why implore Yoongi for assistance? Because he knew about alcohol and he was only interested in the good stuff. You can get drunk like trash or you can get drunk like royalty. That was a way to look at it, yeah. You could get behind that. You were also very sure that Yoongi would not take advantage. If he wanted to fuck, he would say so to your sober, unhinged self. Not to your drunk, extra unhinged self. It had happened before.

What?

Anyway.

Yoongi removed the straw from your lips and placed the empty glass onto the nightstand. Then he heaved up a large jug of water from the floor and refilled the glass as he calmly asked his question. You stared at him, impressed by this display of power that would not have impressed you if you were less hung over, but any feat of strength was amazing to your swirly brain right now.

“Haven’t you been making googly eyes at Jeon Jungkook or am I mistaken?”

Jeon Jungkook? Yes, of course, he was there. Unlike the others, he got distracted by the bottles and the education presented by alcohol professor Min Yoongi, who had been wearing his black, half-rimmed glasses, of course. Education required him to look the part (not really, Yoongi had been feeling lazy). One moment, you were listening intently and then suddenly you found curious, bright-eyed cuteness sitting next to you and sipping from your cup as you tasted the various poisons. He was not your focus, so you let him do whatever. This was not because you did not think tattooed, pierced, mole-kissed Jeon Jungkook was not hot. Quite the opposite, actually.

You were simply focused on the mission and that mission was a baaaaaaad decision.

Also, Yoongi would become annoyed if you stopped paying attention to him since he was doing you a favor. He would rap you with his knuckles for losing concentration. Jungkook bounced in his seat next to you as you pointed to one of the glasses.

“I like this one.”

“I would not take another sip of that scotch if I were you.”

“You’re not my dad, Yoongi. And you’re not me, because then you would know that telling me I can’t do something is gonna make me want to do it more,” you huffed, taking the small glass and drinking the rest of the dark-colored liquid. You did not wince, because there was something nice about pain and because you had an ego.

Hah.

Yoongi had handed you water. “Didn’t say you couldn’t. Just said I wouldn’t.”

“Wow, that was so cool. Let me try some!”

You were already pouring Jungkook some while verbally prodding at Yoongi some more. “Oh, yeah? Why not, huh? Scared?” So arrogant. For who? Literally nobody but you. You didn’t care what Yoongi thought and you barely registered Jungkook next to you. You were too busy being fiercely possessed by this new fragile power. Your vision was gaining fuzzy edges, foreshadowing what was to come.

Yoongi had only smiled.

“You’ll see.”

You’ll see.

Joke was on Yoongi. You didn’t end up seeing or remembering jack shit.

“I do not make googly eyes at Jeon Jungkook,” you retorted, feeling your blood violently pump into your skull in your attempt to hold your head up to glare at Yoongi. Sheer willpower was keeping you alive. “I just think he has a–”

Yoongi immediately interjected.

“Nice, big, thick…”

Dramatic pause.

“Personality?”

You narrowed your eyes. Actually, that helped the pounding. Less light attacked your retinas this way.

“I think I hate you.”

And here Yoongi went on again with his feline indifference. “I’ll give you a couple more details and then you can make a more informed decision.”

You closed your eyes and groaned. In pain. Both physical and metaphorical.

“I don’t wanna know–”

Number of fucks given? Zero. “So, after taking all those shots and Jungkook trying to two-up you.” Chill? Yoongi had none. “I decide that’s enough and start putting the alcohol away, leaving the two of you to giggle at the kitchen island and compliment each other’s eyes.” He made a disgruntled, scrunched-up face. “Disgusting.”

You gagged and it wasn’t because you were nauseous. Well, you were, but not bodily. At this point anyway. You kept your eyes closed. He’s not speaking. I do not see it. If I do not see it, it’s not real. You kept telling yourself that. It wasn’t helping.

“Stop,” you grunted.

Yoongi did not stop. Didn’t his parents and the internet teach him about consent? “I turn around and you’re climbing his body like he’s a fuckin’ pillar of our nation while he faceplants himself into your tits,” he continued, completely monotone as if this was a calculus lecture and not the story of how you and Jeon Jungkook ended up drunkenly rolling about in Min Yoongi’s sheets. “It was when the clothes started coming off that I figured I should speak up and remind you the kitchen island is for a different kind of eating.”

You didn’t even bother to open your eyes but you were very sure he was staring accusingly at you, but what you didn’t see didn’t exist, or at least that was what fellow idiots liked to say. “You should have pried me off him,” you muttered.

“I distinctly remember you telling me, quote, you’re not my dad.”

Yoongi was definitely not, otherwise you would not have said yes to that time when he asked sober, unhinged you if you wanted to fuck.

What?

Anyway.

“Also,” he added, about to say something that was probably very unnecessary. “I knew it was time to leave the kitchen when you told me to hold your wrists so Jungkook could take off your panties. I politely declined, stating that if hyung walked in right then, he would literally die of a heart attack and I need him to help pay rent.” Yup, not necessary information. Glad he had no interest in killing Kim Seokjin though. Seokjin was a very sweet man. “So, I told you that unless you want to pick up the slack, you’ll have to go somewhere else to boink. Where did you go?”

Oh, God.

“Yes, upstairs to hyung’s room. And yes, you do owe me big time dragging you out of there and shoving you two in here instead.”

That would have been… very uncomfortable. And many things would need to be replaced in the aftermath. Kim Seokjin’s room was full of expensive figurines and limited-edition items. That would have been expensive. At least Yoongi had seen you naked already. Plus, there was some story about Yoongi wearing Jungkook’s (clean) underwear a couple years ago. There must be some closeness between them as friends.

You opened your eyes blearily, seeing Yoongi’s relaxed form sitting at the end of the bed, holding the straw out of the way as he drank water from the glass.

“T… Thanks…”

He glanced at you. Dark brown eyes shrouded by black strands and dark circles. Upper lip ever so slightly upturned in disapproval but overall expression general feline indifference.

Very Yoongi.

“The weird bit was when you and Jungkook told me to stand at the end of the bed while he railed you from behind.”

You closed your eyes again.

“Made me think I should fuck you in front of a mirror, ‘cause apparently you’re a freak.”

“Not as much of a freak as you for watching,” you retorted.

“And let you two puke on each other instead?”

Touché.

“I like my mattress, so, no, thank you.”

What was suffering but listening to Yoongi’s reasonable logic? Sigh. Your face scrunched. Hold on. Something wasn’t adding up. You were here, in Yoongi’s bedroom, listening to him recounting the events of last night while living in a half-life, a cursed life (maybe if you called the hangover that, it would be more bearable) and yet there was a clear space next to you that was completely and utterly empty. You frowned. Opened your eyes, discarding all previous annoyance you had towards Yoongi, snapping your head towards him. His gaze immediately shifted. Locked with yours. Strands of black framing his face, intense and serious.

Electric silence.

“Did… did Jeon Jungkook just fuck me and leave?!”

You might have yelled, but your body was not allowing that bullshit right now. You ended up very sternly wheezing. Nice!

Yoongi tilted his head. “Oh, no. He slept next to you all night. He woke up before you, right there.” He reached over and patted the area right next to you. “Holding your tits and everything.”

This was starting to sound suspicious.

“And I was here.” The Devil, er, rather, Min Yoongi, motioned to the other side of your body, looking peeved. “Barely slept myself with the weird ass noises you two were making. Apparently, you snore when drunk. Impressive lung capacity. Anyway, I had to make sure nobody choked on their vomit while asleep. You should thank me.”

You did not.

You just made another displeased huff.

Yoongi kept talking as if he expected this response. “Jungkook woke up, looked right at me. Looked at you.” He spoke calmly and deliberately, on purpose. Ass. “Then, he ran.” Yoongi thoughtfully chewed on the side of his lip. “His face was pretty red,” he added.

You closed your eyes again. I do not see. “I should have woken up…”

“You were dead and required more resurrection technique than he did. Possible that he wasn’t as drunk as you were and remembered more of what happened. I doubt he got far though, because the second he left the room, he yelped, I heard a crash, and then Hoseok started yelling, so I got up and closed the door.”

You half-laughed and your brain hurt. Guess Jung Hoseok must have stayed over. Great. Another person who knew what happened between you and Jungkook. Awesome. “Why didn’t you help him?”

Yoongi’s reply was, once again, logical.

“You’d be worse off without me.”

A moment of silence.

Mostly for your dignity.

Okay, okay, enough about that.

“Yoongi, I’m… dying.”

“You should eat. I can make you some kimchi fried rice. Or pan-fried tteokbokki. That would probably be good.”

You almost sat up, but then you remembered you were naked. Oop. Also getting up was a bit of a feat without intense emotion. At this point, Yoongi had already gotten up to fetch his slippers while you hobbled and clawed your way up from the mattress like a horror movie creature, all while hugging his blankets to your body.

“Where… are my clothes?”

“On the chair. I washed them.”

You felt a little sick and not because you were hung over. “Oh shit, did I puke on myself? In front of you and Jungkook. Shit. I’m so fucking sorry–”

“No. I just thought you might want some clean clothes.”

“… Oh.”

“Also, we don’t stock panties in this household, so the only way you can get clean ones is to do laundry.”

Haaaah…

“… Don’t say it.”

Yoongi kept his back turned as you wormed your way over to the chair of neatly folded clothes. “Say what?” Very calm. Too calm.

“You know what.”

“That your panties were filthy and soaked?”

A muscle above your eye twitched.

“I don’t hate you. I loathe you.”

“It seems that Jungkook had an intense effect on you.” Deadpan, monotone. Yoongi might as well have been discussing how to find the area beneath a function. Except he wasn’t talking about math. He was being an asshat.

“Loathe entirely,” you hissed, yanking on your clothes.

-

“Oh, hey! You stayed over? How are you? You look rested. Oh, hyung, I have to leave now. I have rehearsals, but I ordered some food that’s on its way right now. Kimchi fried rice and potato soup. Seokjin-hyung’s absolutely dead in his room, so I wouldn’t bother him. He’s getting old, haha!”

Jung Hoseok’s kilowatt, heart-shaped smile shone brighter than most people’s futures. Probably including yours. You had to squint and mumble some kind of response as you attempted endure the embodiment of the living sun that was this golden, tan, bouncy morning person. Could not relate, especially right now. Thankfully Yoongi was doing the talking and thanking. What would you do without him? Not be drunk and be blissfully asleep at home.

Well.

It wasn’t Yoongi’s fault you got drunk.

That was your fault.

No, it’s my ego’s fault!

(No, it was definitely your fault.)

Fuck.

You formed a wobbly thumbs-up to Hoseok as he patted your head and laughed, telling you that you were cute, which was very nice of him but you did not believe it considering that you felt like a sack of potatoes thrown down seventy flights of stairs, but. You know. Hoseok was a nice guy. He would never tell you that you did not look cute out of the goodness of his heart.

You gave him another weak-ass thumbs-up as Hoseok waved from the front door and bounded off into the sunshine.

“How does he do it?” you sighed in awe.

“No idea,” Yoongi hummed, nodding. “He–”

Both of you heard a noise. It sounded like someone colliding with kitchen cabinets. Instead of being startled, both you and Yoongi scurried towards the noise, which very much explained why people died or horror movies – or survived, depending on what you both did upon entering the kitchen and assessing the situation.

Thankfully, the ghost was not a ghost.

“Jungkook?”

The young man leaning over the white kitchen sink had long, wavy black hair, a strong jawline, and plushy cheeks. Cute visible moles on the bridge of his nose, cheek, and under his lower lip. Skin that was usually a light tan but currently a sickly shade of pale green. He was wearing blue cotton long pajamas with tiny adorable angels printed all over them. The shirt was halfway unbuttoned as he held it open and leaned over the sink. The man lifted his head as you said his name. Big dark chocolatey peepers, startled at the intrusion.

Jeon Jungkook croaked something like your name.

Then, he threw up into the sink.

“Ugh, geez, not in front of the lady,” Yoongi chastised, saying the word lady as if it was a very loose label for your current state. Although you were not pleased, you could not protest the truth. “Here let me get you some water and a toothbrush, hah…”

You looked away out of politeness and also because you didn’t want to vomit yourself. Strangely, you felt alright despite definitely not being as fit as Jungkook. Hm, maybe Yoongi had done a good job of taking care of you physically (not mentally, that butthead). You did need to go to the bathroom though after all that hydration. You decided to give Yoongi and Jungkook some privacy as you crab-walked to the downstairs bathroom and emptied your bladder.

You checked the three hairs on your wrist as at least a solid minute went by.

Apparently, your bladder contained a whole goddamn sea, holy fuck.

Anyway, after finishing your business and washing your hands, you left the bathroom for the kitchen to be greeted by semi-shirtless Jungkook sitting at the kitchen island with a big glass of misty water, looking less green and twice as embarrassed. You decided it was time to be the mature one and plopped yourself beside him, patting his back soothingly.

Oh, yeah, and Yoongi was there.

This ain’t about him.

“Hey, you alright? Feel better after barfing?” you quipped.

O-Oh. Word choice there was a little questionable.

Jungkook winced. “Ahahaha… y-yeah…”

You rubbed his back some more. “There, there. I heard food was coming. You’ll feel much better after eating.” You ruffled his black hair. It was nice and soft. He must have showered. “These are Kim Seokjin’s pajamas, right? You didn’t want to get vomit on them, huh? Keke, you’re so considerate, Jungkook. That’s good.” You were talking too much. You were making this awkward. You heard the sizzling of pan-fried tteokbokki. Those big brown eyes were looking everywhere but you. Your mouth was frozen in a politician’s PR smile and you were still rubbing his neck. Jungkook was not stopping you. He was not moving away. His mouth was open. It seemed like he was attempting to form words.

Suddenly, Yoongi appeared with a spatula and spoke directly to you.

“Unlike you, Jungkook remembers everything.”

He disappeared again.

Your hand stopped moving.

Eh?

Birds chirped outside.

Jungkook fixated on a blank spot in the ceiling and didn’t make a peep.

“EHHH?!”

Most people would fling themselves away from the moment but, for some irrational reason, you grabbed Jungkook’s cheeks and shoved his face into your face, shaking his noggin like dehydrated islander checking a fallen coconut.

“You what?”

After his eyeballs stopped rolling in his skull, Jungkook wheezed and slumped in your hands, pulling a long face and puppy expression.

“I… I guess that’s how it is sometimes…”

Well, he was more fit than you. There was probably some difference between the way his body processed alcohol and the way your body processed alcohol. This was your first time. Your body wasn’t used to you willingly poisoning it. Ah, so it made sense. And, oh, what a strange shivery feeling creeping up your legs and back as you held Jungkook’s face. Your fingers fanned his cheeks, smushing them a little, and he was looking back at you, awe and wonderment as if you were different in the light, hey, maybe you didn’t look so bad after all, and then it hit you.

You blinked.

Rapidly.

“Jungkook.”

“Eh?”

“You remember what we did in Yoongi’s room?”

A moment of silence for Jungkook’s dignity.

“A… Ah. Y-Yeah… kinda…? I couldn’t really control myself… b-because I… you… I l-like you…”

You were hearing the sounds he was making but all you could think about was Yoongi saying you pinned Jungkook down and licked him all over like a starving dog. Oh, shit. You slowly let go of his face, feeling the blood drain from your own. Jungkook’s normally strong voice was getting smaller and smaller, until there was no noise at all.

“U… Uh,” you squeaked. “I… I didn’t lick you… right?”

Emotions flashed in his eyes. Apprehension. Confusion. Recognition. Pupils dilating. Definitely knew exactly what you were talking about. Saw the horror in your stricken face. Immediate denial of any recollection in attempt to save your dignity.

“N… No! Did you? N-No, I don’t think, uh, well, I don’t remember such a thing, ahah–”

There was a clatter of a heavily loaded plate and a sudden pointed glare of feline indifference appearing between your and Jungkook’s face. Disapproving black-brown orbs looking straight at you. Held your gaze for several long seconds. Turned slowly. You heard Jungkook gulp as Yoongi made deliberate eye contact with the younger man for even longer, even more excruciating seconds.

Then Yoongi slowly retreated and held up two pairs of chopsticks.

“Eat.”

You sat there and ate pan-fried tteokbokki with Jeon Jungkook as Min Yoongi stared you both down from the other side of the kitchen island, wearing a simple black apron and his glasses.

You leaned closer to Jungkook.

“Why is he staring like that?”

Jungkook mumbled under his breath.

“I don’t know. Keep eating.”

You kept eating. It was spicy, hot, and delicious. It was not a very big plate. It was gone in an instant with Jungkook’s ravenous speed and efficiency. He did make sure you had an ample amount though. The doorbell rang.

Yoongi marched away.

You let out a relieved breath and rested your head against Jungkook’s broad shoulder. “Whew. Why did that feel so stressful?”

“I dunno,” he mumbled beside you, drinking from his glass. “Maybe hyung is mad at me for, uh…”

You waved a hand. “Nah. You would be dead already if Yoongi was mad at you. He strikes when you’re weak.” You spoke from the personal experience you had less than twenty minutes ago. “Besides, it’s just sex, it’s not like you like me or anythin–”

Your mouth froze mid-sentence.

The birds outside chittered even louder.

There was a long whistle of echoey wind against the building.

“Y… You already said you liked me earlier,” you hollowly recalled.

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly. “U-Uh, yeah. Like you. Not liked.”

This was the moment that you decided not to overdrink again. Not because you regretted having sex with Jungkook. Absolutely not. Even with Yoongi making you look like an idiot (you were who you were, you could accept that). No, the reason you decided better not do that again was because of the next couple minutes. More sober, you could have handled this with a little more finesse.

Oh, how you would look back at these next few minutes and cringe.

“Ah… r-right. Me too. Like you.”

Am I malfunctioning?

“Me like you,” you stuttered out, suddenly an idiot.

“Maybe we should, um… let us move in a more natural direction,” Jungkook offered, ignoring your shitty grammar. Probably didn’t even notice. He scooted his seat closer, holding you up more. You snuck a glance. He was bright red from neck to forehead. “Eat and rest and…”

“Fuck?”

Both of you yelped and clung onto each other as Yoongi showed up with two big bags of fried rice and soup.

“Seems reasonable. I’ll join in this time since you’ll both be sober.”

“What?” you choked as Jungkook grumbled under his breath, “You should have joined in yesterday, hyung. I thought you were going to help me. I was so nervous.”

Eh.

Ehhh?

EHHHHHHH????

The other male held up his hands after placing the two bags on the counter. “Sorry, one of us has to be responsible. You were both drunk. I was fine with watching you two flop all over each other. Soup or fried rice? Ah, we should have the soup since hyung can’t have any.”

“I hate you, Yoongi.”

He did not seem the least bit bothered by your untruthful announcement. “Uh huh, sure, after I did all that work reviving you so you wouldn’t throw up in the sink that the young one here.”

“Hey!”

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #yoonkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #yoongi x you #yoonkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

[moniheartsluffy]

THICKER THAN BLOOD

PART ONE : misses on a mission!

content warning: fluff(?), profanity usage, platonic use of pet names (sunny, my girl, etc), not really proofread so beware of grammar mistakes…BLACK!FEM!READER

synopsis: the uzui’s get requested for a infiltration mission but this may be more than what they bargained for…

characters: tengen, makio, hinatsuru, and suma.

notes: this does contain some modern aspects that have been intertwined with the past of the taisho era…so just roll with it. also lowercase is intended.

[before the infiltrating the yoshiwara district]

in your eyes this was a normal day, waking up to makio yelling at suma who accidentally knocked something over or whatever happened…you were just exhausted.

‘hell, ion blame her, it’s 7 in the morning on our day off.’ you thought to yourself as you walked from out of your room to the main living room. hina was the first to notice when you walked in, makio and suma still in the midst of arguing.

“good morning [name]! hope you slept well.” she said with a small apologetic smile.

“morning hina.” you say letting out a yawn which, surprisingly, caught the attention of the other two women in the room.

“oh, good morning sunny!” suma says smiling with a pillow in her hand to block whatever makio was trying to throw at her.

“hi [name]...sorry for waking you.” makio says in an apologetic tone.

“let’s go get you some breakfast. mmkay?” hinatsuru says with her signature smile.

“yeah, sound nice. you guys should come too, i’m pretty sure you’re hungry.” i say trying to discreetly diffuse the situation going on in the living room. the four of us went into the kitchen to make breakfast. the calm atmosphere allowed my brain to fully awaken and think for a moment. i let my thoughts run wild while mixing up the dough and then realize someone was missing…

“where’s tengen?” i ask the three woman. ‘i know his supersonic hearing ass ain’t sleep.’ you thought to yourself.

“he went to meet with master. he should be back shortly.” makio stated while focusing on her task.

you hummed in satisfaction at her response, soon enough breakfast was ready and tengen eventually returned. although, he seemed a bit off but it’s tengen…nothings ever normal with him. you just decide to brush it off for now trying to focus on other morning task. it wasn’t until you finished helping makio clean the kitchen when something dawned upon you…

‘i haven’t washed my hair in three weeks fuckin round wit tengen ass.’ you thought as you excused yourself from the older woman’s presence, he thought it would be good bonding to slay demons together, honestly you thought it was a good idea but for THREE weeks straight??!! hell nah. migrating to the bathroom to start washing your hair, by the grace of god the process seemed easier than normal and you were done rather quickly.

(ah shit sum bouta happen..)

you were then sitting on the floor, in front of a mirror with various hair products spread around you. after about 45 minutes of doing 2 different hairstyles which didn’t work out, you reasoned with putting your hair in one puff and swooping your edges.

(mood asf)

walking out into the living room you find the four adults staring at you. they then motion you to come sit down so they can explain what’s going on. skeptically you do as your asked and sit down.

“please don’t tell me you pissed off shinazugawa again.”

“HUH? if i did then he had it coming!”

“can you focus on what we’re supposed to be talking to her about.”

oh right, he almost forgot. he didn’t wanna tell you but he had to, he wanted you to know, you needed to know. as he was explaining everything, himself and the wives watched as your face contorted, indicating that you wanted to make a comment, but you held your tongue in order to hear the whole story.

(why did i make that so dramatic like it’s not that serious.)

“so you’re tellin me that master wants us to infiltrate the red light district because of the girls disappearing too often..?” you say looking up at the white haired man trying to make sense of the situation.

“yes, we suspect a demon is hiding amongst them. master requested for us specifically because of our previous background.” tengen stated calmly.

he learned that infiltration missions made you nervous. the lack of info and the endless amount of ‘what if’s’, it was easier to have a foundation of what you were dealing with but you wouldn’t know until you got there. it could be one of the 12 kizuki or a demon close in power, then there was the possibility of multiple demons working together, not to mention that this could be the last mission for all of you. as you were lost in thought, you barely heard tengen calling out to you trying to retrieve an answer.

“yo..[name]!” he said damn near yelling.

“damnit. yes?” you said looking over at him.

“you in or..?” he looked at you with a seemingly blank expression.

“sure am.” you said as a toothy grin made its way onto your face.

“that’s my girl.” tengen replied with a similar grin now on his face.

this is lowkey ass but it’s been sitting in the drafts for TOO LONG!! if you (somehow) did enjoy then thanks for reading!!

#letmebeyourwoman😫💗 #black y/n #demon slayer x black!reader #kimetsu no yaiba #x black!reader #x black reader #demon slayer #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba tengen #platonic tengen x black!reader #tengen uzui #uzui makio #uzui hinatsuru #uzui suma #the red light district arc #demon slayer entertainment district

[pixiecola]

My Reckless Stitch, My Sweet Angel

“Loki, you’re a little bitch,” Tony growls, pacing back and forth, because there is a whole ass alien sitting in the middle of the common floor of the compound. “Where is this thing even from?” It’s a sweet little alien, and omega, just sitting cross-legged on the floor. He's got fluffy pink hair styled in space buns,huge pink and purple ears, and long pink antennas. Almost purple eyes. Freckled, rosy cheeks, and a fangy smile every time he opens his mouth. Small pink tail that's been wagging off and on since he plopped into existence on the floor. Because Loki’s a bitch who wanted to cause some chaos.

“I dunno where I’m from,” the alien giggles. “Seeee, I was created in a laboratory. But… I no know where said laboratory is from.” Everyone looks at the alien like he’s crazy. Everyone being: Tony, Natasha, Steve, Clint, and Peter. Because Thor and Loki are just shrugging like this is an everyday occurrence. And well, technically, it shouldn't be that surprising for any of them.

“Okay, you were created in a laboratory,” Tony says and nods. “Now can you tell us why you were created in a laboratory? Things aren’t just created for no reason.” He should know, with the amount of successful and failed ‘experiments’ and creations.

“Mhm!” he chirps, so spritely, his antennas even wag. “I was created with the alias of Angel, because I was supposed to sing a siren song and turn good people evil.” Which gets some highly concerned looks. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve long since been rescued and changed. And now I just calm down experiments. Gave me a new name. Oh- yeah. I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“I like him,” Loki grins. 

“Of course you like him,” Tony growls. “You summoned the bitch.”

“You’re so rude,” Bucky says, with an almost sinister glare to Tony. “He didn't summon me. Just created a rip in the space time continuum or something, and I had nothing better to do, so I jumped through it. And you are lucky that it was me! We have an angry little red alien running around wreaking havoc right now.” He sighs and lays down on the floor.

“Would have been entertaining to have that one fall out on the coffee table,” Loki snickers.

“No, it would not have been entertaining,” Tony says with a pointed look at the God- who is technically also an alien. He just looks less alien than Bucky.

“You know he’s got the same kind of ears as the double agent alien,” Clint points out. “Pink and purple rather than blue but still, similar enough.”

Bucky looks at Clint with a soft smile. “Can I meet said blue alien?”

“Nah,” Tony says, “not unless you want to get turned into some people who’d probably wanna dissect you.”

Bucky makes a face and drops it, cos shit. He’d rather not get strapped to another table for any more kinds of experiments. “Sorry, he’s probably right.” Clint shrugs. “Blue alien is an alpha and has been working with Hydra a while. Fuckin double agent bitch.” They did kinda like him. Tony formed a friendship with him, but he turned out to be a sneaky as double agent- so fuck him.

“Why so mean?” Bucky asks. “He was a bad double agent?”

“What the fuck do you think a good double agent is?” Steve asks, all low and growly, would be sexy under different circumstances.

“I don't know,” he giggles. “A double agent that's helping the good side?” 

“He’s got a fair point-

“Shut up, bitch,” Tony growls at Loki. “Ugh, I got a headache.”

“Probably because you’ve had three pots of coffee this morning and no food,” Natasha says pointedly. 

“Or it’s the pink alien that landed in the common room,” he says. Bucky hisses at him, and Tony throws a pillow at his face. “Shut up, alien 2.0.”

“Who’s 1.0?” he asks.

“The alien that summoned you,” Tony says.

“Didn’t summon him” “I jumped through the rift” Bucky and Loki say at the same time.

“Ok ok ok, I don’t care,” Tony hisses, walking away to get more coffee before he does anything else with the fuckin alien.

[elliewiltarwyn]

Top 5 Mounts! I love seeing which mounts people are drawn too!

ohhh, that's not something I think about often, and I'm lucky enough to have acquired a hefty number of rare ones, so this is going to be fun and sentimental! and maybe a little humblebraggy im sorry im not trying to be! :D

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Eden

like many players I'm sure, Shadowbringers was when the game really for good hooked me for life, and Ryne is a significant part of that. I loved her character so much that I was overjoyed when I realized the raid series was not only going to expand on her as a character, but give her a girlfriend.

But that's not the only reason; Eden's Promise is also the tier my static formed and we began to take on savage raids, and one of my greatest memories of this game is defeating the final E12S boss alongside them like 0.7 seconds before she enraged. The Oracle of Darkness is still one of my favorite fights in the whole game, and between that, the fact that the whole raid storyline is a handwrapped gift for lesbians who have Ryne as their favorite character, and a personal fondness for FF8 YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I SAID IT SUCK IT GAMEFAQS BOARDS FROM 1998...well, getting to ride Actually Eden in this game kind of rules.

I do wish it played The Extreme though. :V

2. Sunforged

Meanwhile, Abyssos was extremely memorable for, unfortunately, much different reasons. A lot of our group started facing a lot of personal problems IRL, and we had to say goodbye to some very good friends we had made and then bring new ones up to speed on the tier, so it took us an immensely long time to make it all the way to P8S, prog both phases of the fight, and get eight clears for all of us; we were struggling so much that even when the tier unlocked, we weren't able to clear him more than once a week. I still think P8S is too rough around the edges and I like the fight a lot less than the other Pandaemonium finales - not necessarily poorly designed, but extremely demanding to the point it was actually taking a toll on us.

...So basically, to me the Sunforged represents us dragging our broken, battered bodies over the finish line of the raid tier, succeeding despite all the shit both it and real life threw at us. We fought really fuckin' hard for this fucker, and as difficult as it was I'm really, immensely proud of us for managing it.

Also the mount itself is just sick af. Big fire snek!

and it turns into a godsdamned phoenix for flight, come on!!

3. Garlond GL-II

i mean come on this thing was built for biker girl femroes!!

4. Megaloambystoma

I am BEYOND LIVID that the Axolotl mount is locked behind Savage. Savage is for neckbeard no-lifers who play this game 24/7. Give them a crappy Magitek mount or something but cute mounts do NOT belong to raiders!!!

okay but seriously look at this dope. what a good boy. and in addition to being cute AF he ALSO has a sentimental story about my static's experiences with the relevant raid tier: for some strange reason, for the last bits of phase 1 and all of phase 2 of P12S in particular, I was the one who ended up studying the fight, writing down explanations, walking the group through the mechanics, and making callouts. it'd be a little aggrandizing to claim that Pallas Athena is my victory because obviously it's the whole group's... but it is the fight that somehow made me the one confident enough to lead my friends through it.

So in a weird way, this little dope is like, a representation of my self-esteem. I love him.

5. Fat Cat

I'm a cat person. I was morally obligated to buy this. Pay no attention to the mount description that posits that it is either a VOIDSENT using a BLOATED CAT'S CORPSE AS ITS CORPOREAL VESSEL, or a DECEASED PET REANIMATED by one well versed in the NECROMANTIC ARTS. these are lies and slander. look at this :3 face. is this the face of someone who would hide their true insidious voidtinged nature? clearly not. stop worrying about it. you don't need to sleep with a knife under your pillow with this baby around. >:3

this was really fun to reminisce and write about, thank you @disciple-of-frost for the ask!!

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #femroe #wol questions #ask games #ffxiv mounts #ffxiv raiding #there are so many good mounts that deserve honorable mentions but it was shockingly easy to narrow down top 5 at least lol #honorable mentions include: pod 602 because i love nier; battle panther which was my first tank achievement mount; #rolling tankard because it comes with a laser button; lunar kamuy because wayward daughter is AMAZING; fae gwiber bc trans rights dragon; #demi-ozma bc i like orb and cube; amaro because Seto still makes me cry; miw miisv bc it's just so out there and hilarious #there's a lot of good stuff! and i don't want to think about how long i've spent collecting all these rare ones! :') #long post #just in case

[yamiyamiart]

It's mostly other people's Art or works that makes me consider certainly ship since for some reason until than I wouldn't even had put those into a room.

But yeah, I was a bit sad that oda actually canon backed away from Kamabakka Sanji, since he even drew him actually enjoying being there after a while. He clearly started to feel more comfortable in a dress and make up and being spoiled and he started to explore himself more. I honestly loved those moments.

Him just being at peace which himself. Accepting who he truly is and or could be.

But yeah I can also see Crocodile's side. He's probably out as gay since his teens or early adult and he doesn't regret it just being himself since he stopped caring what others could think about him. He just wants to enjoy his life and doesn't want to bend himself to please others.

So coming across Sanji maybe even made him a bit sad. Seeing someone refuse to be themselves so much yet he understands that it's the cause of the past circumstances Sanji had went through so he gives him time and space to understand that Crocodile will be a safe person for him around who he can be who he actually is.

Also please tell me about the horny stuff, I love hearing these kind of things.

Yess that's exactly how I love them !! Sanji deserves to be comfy in a dress an heels as often as he smokes ... And I go insane from how good he looks in pink 💕💕

Ok so! Horny time!

I've already written about and sketched so many scenarios with these two! I have a dear friend that also loves this ship and gives me the best inspiration for new sexy hc's

Like it should be a given that if Crocodile is present in a ship there will be a Daddy kink , that man gives off such a giant sugar daddy vibes and the fact that he's actually rich and dresses in only the finest clothes, high expensive taste is a given

Now imagine how highly possesive and dominant he must be in bed, I have this hc that the only man brave enough to confront his mood and top him is Doflamingo (even if it would end up in non-con most of the times considering how they both are) , so he would expect to be pleased, to be pleasured by his sugar baby and here comes Sanji who canonically would do anything that he's asked even if he complains about it the whole time , who's a people pleaser due to his low self esteem caused by his family's abuse , who would make the perfect submissive partner in bed... He's all loud yelling and curses towards any men outside his bedroom but once he's in the privacy of their shared room? It's like a switch gets flipped in his head 💞

This idea I have of him comes from how he acts around women in the canon story, Sanji is all flirting and declaring his love loudly but everytime a girl flirting back or proceeded to touch his hand he turns into a pathetic blushing mess and that's exactly what I love about him , he's all bark not bite

For me that idiot is a sub bottom through and through, even when he sleeps with women they would wrap him around their fingers in a second ♥️

So the idea of him turning into a pillow princess and letting the other take control of the situation, letting him use his body as he pleases it's just so fitting and hot for me . Crocodile would train his body to only feel good when he's the one fuckin him in a way that if he were to sleep with someone else it would never be enough to let him finish, that something would be missing ...

Now for some more explicit hc's, the most important part to remember is that Sanji canonically is extremely flexible and has all his strength in his legs, I like to imagine he has the muscular build of a male ballet dancer , so this man in bed would be so good at riding his partner... Putting those thunder thighs to good use (and there's the fact that Crocodile is a giant next to him so being under the blond will be more comfortable for both when he wants to take it slow and calmly)

During more firey sessions Sanji would get spanked, his hair pulled, bitten all over, ravaged until he's a crying mess, and at the end when he has a satisfied smile and tears are rolling down his face from the ecstasy he would thank Croco for it , blinded by the pleasure :^)

That's how I like my boys, going full animal instinct until they satiate their thirst and then when they are done , back in public people can tell what they just did by their faces alone

Oh and also Crocodile would spoil him rotten gifting him the most expensive lingerie sets besides clothes and perfumes, too bad they always get destroyed when he gets his hands on his boy :3c

#anon ask #crocosan #I would derail into more detail but I literally don't have time rn lol #but just from reading the fics I write you can get the idea of the dynamic I like for them

[madaranuii]

WAITTTT the hairbrush thingy is smart,,, for some reason i have used. Other things. but never that??? i feel like i've Failed oh my gof. BUT YA I DONT BLAME YA ON LIKE HOW IT FEELS TO USE FINGERS... mine are really long but my hands are always freezing cold so its like. Jumpscare. fishanon freezin 24/7 my circulation soo bad

ALSO THIS MORNING WAS LIKE. THE BEST THING EVER. i dreamed of mao isara... my love.. wife... everythin to me... hes so good its the kinda dream that leaves ya moanin when ur wakin up... it was a little scary when i woke up cus the walls are thin but thankfully my pillow was like. Smotherin me. auauag i love mao so much.... i like to think hes gentle sometimes but honestly... all that work he does must have him riled up n in need of a stress reliever... n hes so good to u too, like makin sure that ur getting equal if not more pleasure from the whole thing. siighhhh i knew i wasn't gonna be normal for the day when i dream abt mao fuckin railin me. 10/10 tho🐟🐟🐟❤️❤️❤️

NOOOO LITERALLY..... IT TOOK ME SO LONG 2 THINK ABT HAIRBRUSH HANDLEZ 2 AT FIRST UR ALL GOOD HEHEZ!! I was literally tryin 2 fuck penz 4 too long in my desperate horniness bcz like 3 people on tiktok said it felt good.... it didn't!!!! I just felt very sick LMFAOO

OUUU MINE ARE FUCKIN FREEZING 2 (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) MY CIRCULATION IS GOD AWFUL 2..... (not helped by pots w/ my wacky fucking blood pressure SMH) cold feet, kneecapz n fingerz..... (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)!! itz nice on the clit + titz thou !!! it makez them even more sensitive n shit!!! which is nice because they're already super damn sensitive WAAA ,, but like!!! fucking hell anywhere else I'd feel just. thrown off???? HAHA

OHHHH I ADOREEEE THOSE DREAMZ...!!!!! WAAA HAPPY 2 HEAR U HAD 1 HEHE!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) ᰔᰔᰔ!! every so often HiMERU (it'z always HiMERU, nobody else SOBZ) fucks me in my dreamz ++ I wake up like literally droolin on the pillowz + unable 2 get him!!!! out of my brain!!!!!! I had 1 recently where I was his younger siblin ++ he was being all distant + shit ++ I got so needy 4 him so he decided 2 say fuck it lemme spoil u !!!! literally pampered me w/ his cock (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)ᰔ I FRRR FUCKING SCREAMED OVR IT???!!

but AUUU OMFGG OVERWORKED NEEDY MAOOO.... imagine when he's pent up after working his ass off all day, wantin nothin more than 2 b inside of u ++ literally can't take it anymore he HAS 2 see you... 2 fuck u!!! it's like he needs it more than air!! Ur usual sweet boyfriend is still sweet to all hell, but there's something off about it, which u can't put Ur finger on until ur fuckin, then it all clicks into place.

his thrustz are angled in that exact way that makez u melt, his cock bullies against ur deepest points as he pantz!!! so much!!! ++ whimpers out so many praises, and reassurances like a broken record, he's drunk on the pleasure!!! ++ when he gets closer this turns into frantic babblez, his hipz splutterin as when he cumz, he cumz HARD, as a result of how pent up he is, usually big ass loads 2!! he'd be so fucking relieved++ that mixing in with post orgasm bliss??? he's a MESS . hehe :3cccc

I'm abt 2 go 2 sleep so prayin !!! so fuckin bad !!!! I have a dream abt being absolutely broken on madara's cock please please pleas pleaspleadplsshjvfm ! ! !

#.* 𖦹 fishanon !! #𖥔 : madaranuii.ramblez!!

[mossible]

Falls into the room through a crashed window

Hey moss i FINALLY read cracked snowglobes and i just wanna say it's a banger! Callie truly carries the whole thing and octavio is so fun for a POV character! At some point i wasn't even reading it for the gay old men anymore but instead for the squid sisters drama cause you wrote it so nicely! You did a fantastic job

KRIZ MY BELOVED MUTUAL KRIZ HELLO PLEASE TELL ME YOU LANDED ON THE PILLOWS ON YOUR WAY IN

BUT WAAAA YEAHHH THANK U!!!! im glad ur enjoying so far!!!

by the time i was fully committing to how i was writing the callie in octo canyon arc, i kiiiinda realized like. i cannot write this fic without giving these two the justice and closure that they deserve. theyre soooo silly and scrunkly and etc etc etc but i also really do feel like s2's base singleplayer and the squid sister stories that released between 1 and 2 could have done so much more to expand on what went on between them !! bc to this day, we STILL dont have an actual concrete reason as to what the hell ACTUALLY went on with callie and octavio before s2!!! i know we got concepts in the art book, but the fuckin relationships chart that we got back in 2019 DIRECTLY contradicts it bc it literally says that callie "heard him out"!!!!! what does that MEAN nintendo!!!!! what happened between them why did callie go missing!!!!!

ok but i digress. the gay old men ARE coming, but the squid sisters absolutely deserve to steal the show at least a little bit every once and a while. thats my thesis thats my worldview callie girlies and marie girlies all holding hands and dancing in a circle peace and love on earth while octavio gets to sit in his little gay old man prison and watch while he waits for me to finish writing chapter 4

#cracked snowglobes

[parkerryland]

A comprehensive Look at all the different universal versions of me

So. I have been dealing with different multiverse versions of me for a while now. I've got the ones who like me and the ones who want to kill me.

I thought it would be a fun little activity to go through all of them in order for the ones that I know exist.

Philip Russel

Philip is from the "Soft" universe, from what I can tell everything there seems to follow this really cute, pastel color looking theme. Not a whole lot of bad people live there and Philip himself is just an absolute sweet heart. He speaks with this really soft voice and is constantly reassuring. He's a really nice dude.

Pan Rake

This motherfucker... Pan Rake comes from a "low budget" universe where everything looks like it was drawn by a kid using a mouse. He walks around like Mr. Game & Watch and when he talks his mouth just opens and only closes when he's done speaking, AND WHEN HE SPEAKS HE SOUNDS LIKE HE'S TALKING THROUGH AN XBOX LIVE MICROPHONE, COMPLETE WITH LOUD PUFFS OF BREATH AND BACKGROUND FANS FOR SOME UNGODLY REASON

He is the most annoying motherfucker I've ever dealt with.

Starry Knight

I don't know this dude's real name but Pan and Philip found him in a universe full of super heroes and super villains. From what I can guess he's some edgy ninja like motherfucker. If I had to make a direct hero comparison it would be Robin... Damien Wayne Robin.

I don't know enough about the dude yet, I don't see him nearly as much as I see Pan and Philip, apparently Pan sees him more and I'm surprised the dude hasn't decapitated Pan by now.

PURA

Another person I barely know about. This dude isn't really a "real" person, he only appears on my computer. But every time I talk to him Dog gets real upset.

Who's Dog? Well.

Dog

This guy's been living in my computer for god knows how long now. I thought he was a virus at first but honestly no computer virus is gonna steal your goddamn face. I dunno what universe he comes from or why he's on my computer, but he used to hate me, and ever since we've been dealing with Cancer Prince he's been helping me and the others.

And for some reason he absolutely despises PURA, still got no idea why.

Cancer Prince

Now we're onto the people who actively hate me and wanna cause me harm. Cancer Prince is from a universe where the world is represented by 4chan and its various boards. Cancer's basically "/vt/-tan", he's the one who represents the /vt/ or Vtuber board. He's a snarky asshole whos full of himself and uses that crown of his to harness his powers. That crown being some kinda copy of the original Cancer Lord's crown.

He also has this fuckin cat person henchman or something named Calvin.

I know the bullshit 4chan's done to this site so I'm preying to all of you, please don't fucking simp for Cancer Prince the way people on twitter did.

Karprex

No idea who this fucker is but this year he kidnapped me and threw me in my basement. He's the reason Pan and Philip has to find Starry, just so they could save me and get me the hell out.

From what I can tell this fucker knows magic and I heard him monologuing about how his universe was "Terminus" or something like that, I think that means his universe was fuckin destroyed. I dunno why he still serves Count Psyche if the dude destroyed his universe but whatever.

Speaking of

Count Psyche

The ringmaster of the previous evil parkers. This fucker is some sort of deity of the multiverse and can do almost anything he wants. One minute the dude's acting all cutesy, making pillow forts, having tea parties, the next he snaps his fingers and completely erases you and all memory of you out of existence because you forgot to remind him about something.

This fucker is pure evil and he wants to capture me, Philip, Pan, Starry, and apparently more Parkers for some sort of...reason? I dunno, none of us know why. I don't even think Cancer and Karprex know why either AND THEY FUCKING WORK FOR HIM.

I hope you enjoyed reading this. From what I've been told Philip and Pan are gonna start their own blogs soon so keep on the look out for that. Hell maybe even Starry will?

#vtuber #virtual youtuber #vstreamer #envtuber #my ocs #multiverse #original character

[karuinekom]

[2022.10.18] 18th day || Multiple orgasms

Izzy has his face squashed into the pillows stacked against the head of the bed, a bed wherein they’ve been sleeping together for months unbeknownst to the rest of the crew by now, and it shouldn’t feel so cramped and small as it never has before. If they had a larger and more comfortable cot, perhaps a softer mattress, Frenchie would be able to handle him, with more ease, without worrying about how much space he has to move on top of him— because Frenchie’s tall and lanky and always need to bend in such uncomfortable positions not to see the older become bedridden due to aches and pains.

“What if we got a proper bed?” Asks Izzy, a little breathless, not realising how ridiculous his question is, and he’s still feeling so blissed and spinny and also reasonably oversensitive as he's just orgasmed on the sheets for the second time, hot and messily, and now he’s grinding his cock on the mattress with small movements.

“As if there’s the space for a bigger one, babe,” says Frenchie against Izzy’s back, a laugh stifled as he’s daintily peppering kisses along his back, starting from the middle of his shoulder blades and sliding down to his tailbone. “How come?”

Izzy groans before answering, his elbows slightly shaking at the loss of the pleasant sensation of Frenchie rubbing his cock between his buttocks. He turns his head, trying to get his voice to sound less softened and muffled by the cushions. “This one’s way too small for two, it’s uncomfortable— yer too tall for it in any case, and it's creaky, fuckin’ annoying when yer fucking me,” murmurs Izzy, gasping when Frenchie’s sucking at the back of his hairy thigh. “M-moreover, ah— yer heavy when you sleep on top of me.”

But the weight of Frenchie’s body, in reality, feels wonderfully against his back, against his sweaty body, warm as a quilled blanket, bundling him up as if he needed to demonstrate he's loved and safe when wrapped in his arms.

“I could go back sleepin' in my hammock—”

“F-fuck not, Frenchie— Christ... D-don’t think ‘bout that. It’s... good—” Izzy cuts him off, making Frenchie inhale slowly, hot air blowing against his back and involuntarily sending sparkles to his spine. Izzy starts whispering the words as if he doesn’t want to be heard. “Yer weight’s good...”

Then, just after slipping those words difficulty from his mouth, Izzy’s knees feel excessively weak and begin to tremble, aching for how they’re bending as his arse is pulled up in the air, making him writhe fervently, Frenchie’s hand sprawled over the spread of his back, moving in rhythmical circles and making the older man’s spine arch and stretch. His other arm is looped under Izzy’s thigh, and Frenchie bends over his hole, saliva dripping from his lips – the coolness making Izzy helplessly cry out in the pillow – and fingers digging into the flesh at the level of his hip bone.

Izzy starts mewling... fucking mewling when he feels Frenchie mouthing him, tongue lapping at the puckered, unshaven muscles, unhurriedly pushing inside. His cock is already leaking, throbbing with unbridled desire, and he's whimpering helplessly, grinding his hips subtly on Frenchie’s tongue to get more friction. Frenchie groans, his fingers curling tightly on the hairy skin, and the muffled sound vibrates throughout his whole body, making Izzy’s insides clench when he comes, sputtering on the bed sheets.

He’s still panting heavily on the pillows when he shudders because of Frenchie’s chuckles through his nose, blowing air between his cheeks, and trying to turn, he yells as his face flushes hot and red. “D-don’t fucking laugh when yer mouth’s full—”

“I like our bed, Izzy. I get to have you all curled up against me in the morning, or I can block you from wakin’ up too early,” murmurs Frenchie giving another lick at Izzy’s wet hole, and, pulling himself up, Frenchie rolls his hips forward, carefully sliding inside and fucking some whines out of Izzy’s throat, his eyes sliding close in pleasure because, fuck, fuck, he just came and his balls feel dry and empty, his cock spasming in pain. “You know, the only things needing to be changed are the bedding.”

#ofmdkinktober #ofmdnsfw #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #frenchie #ouizzy #frenchizy #frenzzy #izzy x frenchie #ofmd izzy #ofmd frenchie #izzy totally cries when he comes from the fourth time btw

[powderedjambalaya]

Oops my finger slipped, here’s a fanfic

PLEASE READ HASHTAGS BEFORE YA READ, JUST IN CASE.

(1/?)

September 4th, 1964. Chicago IL. 

Lewis Morgan, 14 years of age. His crime? Manslaughter. Of whom? His aunt. His sentence? 12-25 years with possible parole.

What was Lewis going to tell his parents over the phone? That he killed Aunt Jess by accident? What was he going to tell his friends? That he was a murderer? Thoughts swam through his head. What would he say? What would he do? 12 to 25 years? That’s almost the whole prime of his life. He would never get out. The officer escorted him to his cell silently. This was it. He was done. Lewis took a moment to notice his surroundings in the facility; lifeless grey walls, hard beds, cold metal toilets and sinks, cracked mirrors, teenagers sitting on their beds, mournful expressions aplenty. One of the delinquents turned to stare at Lewis with cold, ice-blue eyes. The boy had apparently been there for a while, by the looks of his disheveled curly hair and dark circles under his eyes. And also his resting bitch face. That said a lot. 

“Hey. I’m Charles Lee. Charles Lee Ray. Ya new here or somethin’?” He asked. He’s lived in Chicago for a long time, Lewis assumed from Charles Lee’s already noticeable accent.

“Uh, I’m Lewis. Nice to meet you, Cha-.” Lewis said hesitantly, only to be cut off by a quiet “You can call me Chucky” from the cell parallel to Lewis’. 

“Okay… Chucky,” Lewis stammered out, “D’you wanna be friends?” Which evoked a cold laugh from the delinquent. 

“I’ve been here for too fuckin’ long. Nuh-uh, fish. No way I’m stainin’ my reputation with you around. I don’t wanna associate with yous newbies, we clear?” He asked with an authoritative, almost mocking tone. Huh, he knew I just got here… then why did he ask? Lewis thought. Not to mention, he was getting pretty angry at this ass. Who does he think he was, calling him a newbie? It was true, but it still offended him nonetheless. 

“And uh, if anybody asks, I never talked to ya,” Chucky muttered quietly, turning back around to face the wall. I have a feeling I’m not gonna like him, Lewis thought.

Lunch was a bust. Lewis got a face full of mashed potatoes and mystery meat, hurled at him by that little shit Charles Lee, laughing hysterically at his handiwork.  Chucky was apparently 17 and had been there for a year and a half already, according to one of his peers, a scruffy kid named Eddie. Eddie also told Lewis that Charles Lee was acting out because he was nervous to get transferred to the adult’s prison next month, before quietly telling Lewis not to tell Charles Lee that they had spoken and darting away. He must be some kind of top dog around here, huh? Lewis thought to himself. Later that night, Lewis found himself sobbing into his pillow. He had good reason to, as it was his first night in the slammer. Charles Lee in the cell opposite him did nothing to help, instead muttering a very quiet 

“Mmph… Shut up.. little shit…” Lewis did as he was told, and stopped crying.

That night, Lewis had a dream. Charles Lee, but he looked a lot older, running through the street, being shot at by a police officer. His getaway driver drives away without him, and he darts into a toy store. He gets shot at again, and hits clumsily into a display of dolls… Lewis shot up in a cold sweat- why was that so scary to him?- and examined the snoring brunette across the aisle to him in the cell block. He sat up in his bed for what felt like forever. I guess this is home, Lewis quietly contemplated. He slumped against the wall and fell right back asleep for the night. Little did he know, Charles Lee was already awake… and plotting Lewis’ demise. 

#Lewis isn’t alive for the whole fic #don’t get attached to him #asdfjtneismgirnd am I a good writer #charles lee ray #eddie caputo #(mentioned) #child’s play #chucky #tiffany valentine #is about to get very important #fanfic #fanfiction #quotev

[redwayfarers]

for the lovely cass;

4, 17, 19, and 41 :3c

here's a cass for for you too!!

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Vestran civil war. An expected answer, I know, but he has an additional element of meeting with his family after so many years of no contact, and it brought not only old, childhood wounds that he can now identify for what they are, but also new ones, as he can properly understand what's happening now. I don't know the details exactly, but I know for sure he found a love for country that hasn't really been there before, as well as things he can't talk about except in fragments.

Also noteworthy - those three years between the Spire's fall and Karth. Having to grieve absolutely alone something as big as a whole life, numerous friends and loved ones, it really twisted something up in him greatly. That whole period in his life kinda sucks, ngl

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

A small wooden horse that he kept beneath his pillow and hid away whenever he knew Theo was angry at him, fearing she'd break it. She never did (I'm not even she knew it existed tbh) but the fear was there and real. He named it Hypos (quite literally "horse") and had several brightly coloured cloth saddles for it.

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Oof, so Cass' biggest relationship flaw is his clinginess? When he enters a relationship, he has a tendency to commit himself fully and entirely, and that includes a need of frequent reassurances, a tendency to do just about anything to keep that person around (in his own words, if his own mother didn't want him at birth, what chance does he truly have with anyone else) and, once more, clinginess. And he knows he bonds quickly and strongly, so he's very, very careful who he enters a relationship with because of this very reason. He doesn't wanna end up being too much for people so they confirm his underlying worldview that everyone will at some point abandon him. Unprocessed abandonment issues do bite him in the ass... And he hasn't given them a chance to ruin any relationship yet. This goes for both platonic and romantic relationships.

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

It's... a mixture of both? Right now all he really wants is basic respect and decency as a person, which he doesn't really think you need to necessarily deserve? Respect as a person, that's earned. But not being treated like just a Wayfarer, but having his personhood considered and taken into account? Abso-fuckin-lutely not. As for material things, he'd ideally not like to steal if he doesn't have to, so yeah, he's willing to actually put in the work for them.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #cassander inteus #<333 #sorry this was kinda angsty #but you chose the questions!! #ask game

[gaysimpsstuff]

BNHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks

PT 2 Here

PT 3 Here

Genre: smut, obviously

Warnings: NSFW themes, hard kinks, BDSM kinks, lots and lots and weird kinks

Other: felt horny, wrote this

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy

Characters: Hawks, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki

Keigo Takami/ Hawks-

Authority Kink- mans has spent his entire life being bossed around, he needs you to submit to him completely and without question. Call him ‘sir’ and he’ll melt. When he’s in this mood, there’s no room for brattyness. Just bend over and let sir take his stress out on you.

Wing Kink- Pretty self-explanatory. The underside of a bird’s wings are very sensitive, and get them horny in no time. Same thing with his back, one when you were cuddling, you were playing with his wings and massaging his back, and you noticed he had his face hidden and he was breathing kind of heavily. It was an embarrassing situation to explain...

Breeding- This one comes more into play during Nesting Season, he just has you pinned down and just keeps going and going and going, trying to fill you up with his babies even if you want get pregnant. You’ll always be his little breeding slut. Even better if you have a bird or lizard quirk and you lay eggs (infertile usually). Even with a male reader he’d want to ‘breed.’

Pegging- He likes to bottom sometimes, so that he can whine and cry and beg and be a good boy for his y/n. Expect him to come home from work feeling more tired than stressed. Total pillow princess. He needs you to fuck him into the mattress so hard that he’s only flying tomorrow.

Praise/body Worship- This goes both ways. You’re his everything, and he wants to make sure you’re aware of how much he appreciates you, but he’s so insecurities that he needs it in return. Soft, teasing touches, whispered I love yous, doing so wells, my pretty baby, go a long way for this man.

Dirty Talk- he wants you to know just what he’s going to do to you, how he’s going to fill you up so good, make you need him and his cock, make you cry for him to keep going, beg for his cum. Even when he’s on bottom, he’s babbling and whining. You can’t get this man to shut the fuck up. It can get annoying at times.

Bath/shower sex- this plays more into his bird instincts. Bathing/ cleaning oneself usually gets birds horny. They usually preen prior to mating season so look out for that. There’s just something about ducking you in his bathtub (jacuzzi) that gets him going like nothing else.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight-

Switch- this man will present as a top, but he has absolutely nothing against getting manhandled and having the life fucked out of him. Just so long as he can do the same to you. Fuck him rough and good and then take his revenge tomorrow.

Rigger- after all he’s been through, he does not wanna be tied up at all. But he has no problem with handcuffing you or wrapping your pretty body up in Shibari and watching you struggle against them. Will totally tease you the whole time.

Gags- You’re still talking? You need to shut the fuck up. Or else you’ve got something keeping your mouth shut. Tape, underwear in mouth, his hand or fingers, or an actual gag. Loves your muffled sounds when he asks you a question. “Want me to keep going? You gotta say so. Aw I didn’t hear anything so I guess you want me to stop...”

Dirty Talk- Just like Hawks, he can’t keep his mouth shut. But this one is spilling the dirtiest filth you’ll ever hear. Plays into a minor corruption kink. Wants you to repeat it all back to him. On the flip side, gets so flustered when you talk dirty to him. Whining about how you’re a pervert, but just ignore him, he’s hard as shit right now.

Dacryphilia- All those years of Deku crying and you think he wouldn’t have a crying kink? Thinks your tears are so beautiful, might even lick them off your face. “Aww, look at you~ crying for my fuckin cock.” Don’t be weirded out if he licks them off your face. He also cries during sex, though. It’s just too fucking good and he hasn’t had a good cry in a while. Tease him about it and he’ll hide his face, but praise him for it and he’ll cry even harder.

Praise- This man shouts enough degradations outside the bedroom, he wants sex to be different from everything else. Gets a little embarrassed first time he praises you, but if you look at him with those shy eyes and a quivering lip, he’s just gonna keep loading it on. He also wants to be praised, both out of insecurities and superiority. When he’s bottoming just repeat how amazing he’s doing, how no one else is as pretty as him. When he’s on top, he still needs you to be praising him. Tell him how good his cock feels, how he’s gonna make you cum, how no one else fucks you as good as him.

Impact Play- mostly spanking. Uses his quirk. He loves it when your skin forms a light burn in the shape of his hand. Spanks you even if his handprints don’t show up on your skin. He needs it to, just keep smacking his stomach and thighs with a paddle until he’s sobbing.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi-

Degradation/ Brat Taming- Starting off with the roughness with this guy. These two go hand in hand for Dabi, you need to know where you belong. Underneath him, begging and crying for his cock, his mercy, anything. You need to understand your only purpose is to service him, moan for him, and be his little personal cumdump.

Hard Dom- he won’t go easy on you, no matter what, you’re not getting it sweet or easy. It’s always going to be rough, fast, and difficult. Just try and complain.

Size kink- We all know this man is hung like a donkey, too big to handle. Loves it when you’re trying to suck him off and can’t even get down halfway. Even better when he’s pushing in, and can’t get further than six inches in. Just laughs at how “your cute little hole can’t take my fat cock can it, baby?”

Sadism- Pretty obvious, he likes hurting you. Knives? He’s got plenty. Fire? More relunctant but sure. Impact play? Yes sir. Loves seeing you cry and you babble about how much it hurts. His favorite thing is to write his name on your back with light burns that usually fade in a week or so. Always takes care of your injuries afterwords.

Bondage- Can’t have his little baby trying to touch themself can he? Can’t have his darling trying to escape from him, can he? No no, you’re better off tied to the bed, taking everything he gives you like a good little slut.

Sensory Deprivation- He wants you waiting, dreading maybe, anticipating, his next moves. You don’t know where he’ll touch you, what he’s saying, and you can’t do anything to stop it.

Corruption- He has a thing for people who seem innocent, and he wants to corrupt that innocence. To everyone else, you’re naive, doe-eyed, and probably can’t do anything for yourself. He’s going to change all of that. Bonus points if you’re actually fully capable and he morphs into a co-dependant mess. This man is all Yandere nothing else.

Teasing/ edging- Loves working you up to the grand finale, then pushing you back to the first scene. You’ll never forget his laughter as you beg him for your orgasms. You’ll be lucky if he lets you cum at all. He’ll humiliate the fuck out of you for your pitiful begging.

Tomura Shigaraki/ Symbol of Terror

Mommy/Daddy/Renny (Renny is the gender neutral term for Mommy/Daddy)- This man will call you whatever you want, but this is his go-to nickname for you. You’re taking care of him in and out of the bedroom, at least until he matures.

Switch- Up until he matures, your on top of him the whole time. Loves it when you’re in control, but after certain events in the manga and anime, he starts to gain an apprentice for being on top, although being so unused to it, he has a lot less kinks for being on top than on bottom.

Pegging- self-explanatory. He was always afraid of disintegrating his dick, and anal stimulation meant most of his fingers were pointed away from his body while only two or three were touching his skin. Safer. Now he’s got a huge appreciation for anal play, anytime you see him naked, he probably has a butt plug in.

Pet-Play- he’s your dumb little puppy, okay? Treat him like a bitchy little animal and he’ll do whatever you want. Feel free and drag him around on a leash or feed him food out of a bowl on the ground.

Feet- he doesn’t know why, but your feet are such a fucking turn on. Whether you’re wearing combat boots with spikes, fancy heels with a flower on them, or normal tennis shoes. Socks, thigh-highs and tights? Man is already begging. Just step on him and give him a foot job already! He’s begging, come on!

Water sports- kind of gross, skip this one if it’s gross for you (it is for me but for some reason I’m writing about it) but it’s something he appreciates more as a top than a bottom. Controlling when you go to the bathroom, giving you so many drinks, watching you squirm, begging and crying for him to let you relieve yourself, only to piss yourself. And when you do that, he’s on his knees in front of you, drinking it. Loves how embarrassed you get. Says “anything you make is always gonna be the best” while licking his lips.

CNC- something he enjoys as a top or a bottom. Skip this one if it’s weird or wrong to you, or a trigger. Always pre-planned with a safe word and everything, but he always pretends it’s real. Something about you or him not having a choice, being forced to take whatever the other gives them, begging for it all to stop but being betrayed by your body, it all just drives him crazy.

S&M- Doesnt care of he’s the S or M. He just loves pain. Crying when you spank or slap him, watching you scream as he cuts his name onto you.

#keigo takami #mha hawks #bnha hawks #takami keigo #bnha x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks smut #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou smut #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader #dabi is touya #dabi smut #yandere dabi #mha x reader #bnha keigo #poc reader #bnha x male reader smut #gender neutral fanfic #smut #shigaraki smut #shiggy