#giving you consensual hugs and smooches

[hotchaways]

bestie your fics are sooo perfect 💖💟💓

thank you, my lovely!!! this means so much to me 🥺 i love you!!! 💓💗💘💘💝💕💞

#dear riley #such a sweet anon :( #giving you consensual hugs and smooches #I LOVE YOU!!!

[vivian-and-friends]

❤

#i heard we were sharing love #i will find you all and give consensual smooches #or hugs #or high fives

[anemptypuddingcup]

Say that you love it.

Portgas D. Ace x Chubby Female Reader.

Request from @iceddragonfruit

I sadly did not include the stalking aspect due to the way I wrote the story, I apologize sweetheart. I hope you’ll like this though.

Contains: !!DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! Consensual non-consent. Non-con roleplay. Breaking in. Sex in the shower. Meanie Ace. Oral (Reader receiving). Forced orgasms. Ace apologizing for being so rough afterwards. Written to make it seem like it’s not roleplay (even though it is, I promise it is). Ace legitimately thought up the entire plan of the role-play- the ending’s a little whack but…yeah. Sit back n’ relax.

He had been with you for a very long time. Being your boyfriend, Ace was always close to you considering the relationship you both had with each other. He adored how pretty you were, you were so adorable with your chubby little body. He adored how chubby you was, how his eyes could always peek at the extra fat and skin you had on your body. If you didn’t like it about yourself, Ace certainly loved it.

Though sometimes Ace he wished that he could be more to you. He wished that he could do more to you rather than receive and give a simple hug and kiss. He wanted more from you, he really wanted more of you. He craved and yearned to touch your skin, to touch and bite into you like the hungry man he was. He wanted to hear your moans and your cries, begging for him to keep going while he smooched and bit at your skin-

“Ace? Ace baby are you okay?” You call out to Ace, tapping his shoulder while he stared off into space. The tv blared brightly as the horror movie played, the sound of screams echoing throughout the living room as you both watched a poorly shot massacre on screen.

He blinks before staring down at you, realizing that he was daydreaming again. “Hm? Ah- Y-Yeah I’m fine.” He says, smiling to you. You give him a rather worrisome look, your hands cupping his face and pulling him closer to yours. A deep blush dusts his freckled face as he stares into your eyes.

“Are you sure…?” You asked him, giving him a little pout. He nods and smiles, pressing his hand against yours. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Really I’m alright.” He reassured you, nuzzling his nose against yours. You smile softly and press a smooch to his lips, your hand trailing up to his soft raven strands.

“I’ve been thinking about something baby…That’s all.” Ace continues, his eyes looking into yours. “Hm? What you’ve been thinkin’ about?” You ask him, your brows raising out of curiosity. Ace glances over and gets quiet before smiling nervously to you. “Ahh it’s nothing important, just something small baby~” He lies to you, pressing a smooch to your temple as he rested a hand to your thigh. You smile softly and shake the thought away, if it was something small it obviously wasn’t serious…right?

“Ah alright~ Well if you don’t want to watch the movie, we can always do something else~” You giggled.

Ace perks up at your words.

“Something else?” He asked, his brows raising in interest at your words and the slyness leaking in your voice. You smile and press your hands to his shoulders, bitting your soft glossy lip as you stared into his eyes. Ace’s breath hitches as he gets a grasp on your hips and slides you onto his lap, your weight against him already beginning to arouse him.

“Hah- B-Baby!~“ Ace stammered, his face turning a cherry red as you felt his hands slide up along your soft skin. You mewl out and nodded, moving your face closer to his. A heavy sigh leaves Ace and he moves in and smushes his lips against yours so suddenly. You moan out against his lips as he quickly slid his tongue past yours, hungry for your taste as he dominates your lips pretty quickly.

“Mmgh~ Oh fuck~ Your lips feel so fucking amazing~” Ace moans, his hands sliding and scratching along your back. You mewl out against him and grind your hips into his crotch, your body needy for both him and his cock.

Bzzzt.

Bzzzt.

A sudden vibration against your thigh makes you moan out and pull away from his lips, a gasp leaving both you as a string of saliva spilled from your lips. He sighs out heavily before reaching for his phone.

Fucking hell. Who could be calling him right now? And at this time of the night.

It was his little brother calling to see where he was. Ace sighs heavily before he picks up the phone, staring at you as his brows begins to furrow from anger.

You slowly slide off of his lap and his leg begins to shake from anger..

“Yes Luffy?”

“Ace! Where ya at righ’ now?”

“What do you want, I’m kinda busy. I swear if it’s something about you being hungry-“

“I’m hungry Ace, I promise I’ll pay ya back-“

Ace groans out heavily and you could see his beginning to shake even more while he gripped his phone a bit tighter.

Fuck. If only Luffy had called Sabo instead of him.

Ace hangs up the phone before Luffy could say anything else. You could tell just by his eyes that he was absolutely pissed. “A-Ace? Everything alright?” You asked him, pressing your hands to his shoulders once again. “I’ll be back.” He sighs heavily, shoving you off of him and standing up from the couch before walking out of the house without another word.

You pouted as you sat there frozen on the couch, a bit upset that he didn’t say bye or anything else. You shrugged it off and sighed as you stood up off of the couch. “Well…I guess I’ll shower…if he doesn’t come back tonight I’ll see him again tomorrow.” You huffed, walking out of the living room and leaving the tv on. You made sure to lock the door before walking down the hall, knowing Ace could probably call you if he needed to be let in.

You slowly trail down the hallway and into your bedroom to grab some pajamas and a towel before walking into the bathroom. You pull a rag from the bathroom cabinet before turning the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm.

…

Ace slowly pulls back up into the driveway, sighing out as he pressed his head up against the wheel. He was nearly there, so close to feeling your soft and warm body against his before you both finally melted into an embrace. It pissed him off so badly. Even though there were plenty more times, this was the absolute perfect time for you and him to finally get it on and have sex with each other.

It really angered him but he tried his best to calm himself down.

He steps out of the car and closes the door beside him before walking over to the front door, reaching his hand out for the knob. Wiggling it his brows raise in surprise before he grits his teeth.

You locked the goddamn door. Which made him even more upset.

He was impatient and eager to get his hands on you, and at this point he was prepared to do just about anything to get what he wants.

He slowly steps back and away from the door before turning around and walking around your home. His eyes lands on a window which happened to lead to your bedroom. He smiles slyly and removes the screen before sliding the window up. He slowly climbs in, sliding the window down behind him as he begins to perk up. The sound of the shower running made him grin even wider, his tongue trailing along his lips as he begins pulling his clothes off piece by piece staring with his hat.

Naked and with his hard cock out, he trails along the carpet as he slowly walks over to your bathroom door. He slowly turns it open, his eyes immediately landing on your beautiful body as he watched you wash and cover yourself in soapy suds.

He slowly trails in and steps into the shower with you, pressing his hands against your hips and startling you in the process.

“Ah!-“

“Baby girl…Why’d ya lock the door?”

Your body trembled as you slowly turn and look up to Ace who had more than just a harmless little smile across his face. Your body shuddered as you stepped back and away from him, your back pressing against the cold tile wall behind you and beneath the shower head.

“A-Ace- Ace baby are you okay? H-How did you even get in here?-“ You ask him nervously, stumbling and tripping over your words and fear began to overtake your body and voice

“Don’t worry about how I got in here.” He interjects, his eyes cold and piercing into your soul with his glare.

You fall silent and purse your lips, a whimper leaving you as he stepped closer to you. He presses his body up against yours, his strong arms wrapping around your cute and chubby body and buries his face deep into your neck. He groans out shakily and you held out as you felt something hot and hard against your cunt.

You quickly peer down and begin to panic, the sight of his hard dick against you making you whine out and in disbelief and displeasure. “Shh shh, calm down.” He demanded of you, his hands cupping your face and making you look up at him.

His face is what bothered you most, a sigh of insanity and yet at the same time pleasure in his eyes. He moves in closer to you and slams his lips against yours, pulling your face up closer and causing you to stand up on your tip-toes.

You gasp out and begin to struggle, your hands clawing at his sides while you tried to break from his grasp. The warmth of his tongue against your made you mewl out while at the same time whimpering. You whine out shakily into the kiss, your legs growing shaky as you struggled to keep yourself balanced on your flat feet. You feel Ace’s nails scratch against your back, pulling you closer to his body as he trails his lips away from your lips and down your neck.

“Mmh- A-Ace baby~ W-Wait p-please- hold on!” You begged, trying to push him away from you. His eyes glares up as you before he slams you against the cold tile, making you gasp out painfully. He grips your wrists with one hand and pulls them over your head, a whine leaving you as you struggled against him. “Hush baby hush~ Stop struggling. If you keep struggling I can’t make you feel good~” Ace whispers to you, giving you a sly smirk.

You legs trembled as you shuddered, struggling on your tip-toes as Ace kept you up on your feet. “I-I-I don’t want to feel good right now!” You whimper out, your lips quivering as your eyes grew soft and timid on his large frame. Ace freezes and chuckles before pressing his body up nice and tight against yours. You felt his strong chest smush your breasts, a bit of pain beginning to fade in from how tender and soft they were.

“Well baby…I want to feel good. I’ve waited for so long…too long to feel your body, to taste it, to fucking touch it the way I wanted to.”

The more Ace spoke the more your eyes widens out of fear.

“A-Ace…” You call out his name shakily, slowly turning your head away from him as hot tears pricks at your eyes. “Aw what’s wrong baby? Why’re you about to cry?” He asks, laughing and teasing you with the tone of his voice. You pout before letting out a little whimper, your arms growing a bit sore from him hold them up in the process. “Cmon baby, don’t be like that~ I just want to feel you…I want to feel you against me~” Ace huffs out, his body now shuddering against yours while he began to grow more impatient and feral.

You didn’t answer him and instead you lay there against his warm body, his hot and sticky cock between your legs and against your pussy. A gasp leaves you as you felt Ace beginning to grind his hot length along your pussy, the warmth somewhat causing you to tremble. You hear Ace sigh out heavily before he lays his head against your shoulder, his hand releasing your wrists and pressing onto the soft sides of your body.

He continued to grind his cock into your thighs, sliding his length back and forth along your clit. You whimper out and turn away from him, the pleasure causing your body to go against yourself. “A-Ace~ G-Get off-“ You gasp out, your body shuddering as he continues to grind his length along your pussy and stimulate your clitoris. “Hah~ You feel so fucking good~ Your pussy’s so warm and it’s dripping for me~” Ace sighs out, his tongue trailing across his lips as he stares down at you hungrily.

You watch as he gets down on his knees, his hands keeping you in place and up against the wall before he placed your thick thighs onto his shoulders. You push his head away as he tried to get a taste of your pussy, your hand practically gripping his hair to pull him away.

You feel him scratch against the soft skin of your thighs and you mewl out as he quickly dips his face between your thighs, his tongue sliding along your slit and making you gasp out before whining.

“N-No! NO! A-ACE- MMGH~” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt Ace suck on your clit, his tongue rolling and circling along your sensitive pearl. You whine out as you struggle to pull him away from your cunt, the feeling of his tongue pleasurable for both you and your body.

You wanted to deny it.

You had to deny it.

“So good~ So fucking good aintcha ________?” He snarls out, the sounds of his slurping your pussy making your face turn a bright red. Your toes began to curl and you move and tussle around, trying to break free of his lips and his tight grasp. He pulls away and moves your body from the wall, allowing you to try and jump out of the tub.

“Ah ah- Where you going?” He asks firmly, pulling your thigh and slamming you down against the tub floor. You yelp out painfully, feeling the pain lingering within your back as he pushed your thighs up. You yell out in painful frustration as you feel him shove his tongue past your entrance, tasting your warm pulsating walls while you begin to flail around.

“No no no- No Ace! Let go!~ Mmh!~ L-Let go!” You cry out, struggling while his strong hands kept your thighs up. You begin to huff out as you felt your orgasm growing close, your body beginning to squirm around beneath his lips.

You didn’t want this.

Fuck, you didn’t want this at all.

“A-Ace! Ace stop it! Please Ace!” You begged, a whine falling after as you whine out. Ace just chuckles into your pussy and peeks up at you, his tongue going deeper and practically kissing your g-spot. “No god no! No Ace please!” You groan out angrily yet defeatedly, your hands pushing his head away. He slaps your hand away swiftly before gripping your hips so tight that they’d hurt.

“Cum on my fucking tongue, I know you want to.” He demanded, slapping your ass in the process and making you moan out. You whimper as you continue to push him away, your back arching as you gasp out in pleasure. “I-I Ah~ I don’t wanna cum! I-I don’t want to!” You whine out, biting your bottom lip tightly as you felt your orgasm growing close. Ace chuckles before dragging his tongue along your slit repeatedly, making you whine and cry out.

“Fuck! N-No no! Oh my god!~ O-Oh god I’m c-cumming!~”

Your face scrunches up tight and your eyes cross as you feel yourself squirting out onto Ace’s tongue. Your heavy gasps leaving you as tears began to stream down your face. “Good girl, good fucking girl. Cum on my tongue baby~” Ace huffs out, suckling all the sticky sweet cum from your slit.

You whimper out and breathe heavily, very tired as your body began to grow so weak from your orgasm.

Ace licks his lips before he continues to suckle at your clit, gently yet at the same time roughly circling his tongue around your sensitive pearl. You whine out shakily as your hand reaches out for his head once again, wanting him to just finally let up and get off of you. But your attempt was meaningless as he shoved your hand away once again, making you let out a little cry.

Your thighs trembled and twitched while you squirm around beneath him. A sigh of relief finally left you as you watch Ace pull away from your cunt, his hand still tight against against your hips to prevent you from leaving. “Ace- Ace I don’t want to do this anymore-“

“Aw baby, you keep acting like you don’t want it. You don’t have to keep lying to me.”

“Dammit Ace! I don’t want this! I don’t want to keep doing this, I don’t want to fuck right now!”

Ace enjoyed your begging tone and your sad and tear-soaked expression, cupping your sticky face as his full on ignores your words. “Well you don’t have much of a choice anymore baby? So you might as well stop crying and get ready for me to pound your cute and adorable little pussy of yours~” Ace chuckles, both his face and his tone darker than before.

You squeak out and you felt his cock slide along your slit, a shaky whimper leaving you as you tried to sit yourself up. Ace pins you down against the floor of the tub, a hiss leaving him as he pressed his tip against your entrance. He slides his thumb against your clit and hums out in ecstasy, anticipating the feeling of your cunt around his hot length.

“I’m going in baby…” He whispers to you, pressing his lips up against your neck while he slowly begins to slowly slide inside of your cunt. You gasp out sharply as you felt him thrust sudden and hard into your pussy, a whine leaving you as his tip kissed your cervix a bit too deep. He groans out heavily and bites his lower lip tightly, pumping into your cunt a few times to get a better angle.

You moan out unconsciously as he begins to pound into your cunt, your hands balling up into fists as he kissed all of the right spots forcefully. “Fuck you feel so good~ Your pussy’s so fucking perfect~” Ace hisses out against you, his lips trailing along your soaking skin. “Fuck~ H-Hah!~” You gasp out as you looked into Ace’s eyes, the pleasure making your mind and pussy melt from Ace’s cock.

You mewl out heavily as he kept you pressed down into the tub, your toes curling while he shoved his cock so deep inside of your pussy. “See? Look at you moaning like my good little slut. Your pussy loves my cock so deep inside doesn’t it baby?” Ace whispers to you, teasing you and making you whine against him.

“Mmgh~ N-No i-it doesn’t!~ Ah!~” You moan out suddenly, your eyes rolling as he shoved himself deeper into your cunt. Hearing those words makes Ace more feral, his breaths heavy as his hips now slaps sloppily against yours. You whimper out and begin to squirm, the tip of his cock continuously kisses your cervix.

“Hah~ Fuck~ Your pussy is so fucking good~ You keep telling me you don’t like it but your pussy is so honest baby~ Fuck it’s so good~” Ace buries his face deep into your neck, his scruff scratching slightly against your skin and making you shiver.

You couldn’t really do anything.

All you could do was sit there and take his thick cock like his good little woman.

Complaining and crying wasn’t going to help at all.

You feel Ace move up farther against you, sitting up and gripping your thighs tightly as he proceeds to thrust deep and shallow far into of you. You couldn’t help but to moan and gasp out, hell you felt yourself growing breathless from his thrusting. “Mmgh! N-No! N-Not deeper!~” You groan out, your teeth now clenching tightly as you felt him digging against your cervix. It was to the point where you felt him pushing in past your cervix.

“Hah fuck~ I’m close baby~ I’m gonna cum inside of you~ I’m filling you up!~” Ace gasps out, his thrusts increasing in momentum. Your eyes widens as you heard those words and you felt your heart nearly fall into your stomach. “No! Ace no please!- DON’T CUM INSIDE!-“ You cry out, your body now struggling to get him off of you once again. Ace chuckles and gives you a sharp thrust making you gasp out in slight pain.

“Aww don’t be like that baby, didn’t you say you always wanted a baby?~” Ace whisper into your ear, a chuckle leaving him after. You began hyperventilating as tears pricked at your eyes. “I didn’t mean now! Please Ace don’t cum inside of me.” You whimpered to Ace, begging him to just cum outside of your pussy.

Ace wasn’t gonna listen. Why not just impregnate you now so you could be together forever?

Ace continues fucking into your pussy with full force while you whine and gasp out in pleasure and emotional pain. Your walls tighten around his cock once again, your voice growing more vocal as you felt your orgasm rushing up. “Mmgh~ Mmh! F-Fuck!~” You gasp out, tears rolling down your face as you felt yourself ready to cum on his cock. Ace smiled at your broken face before pressing his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss as his thrusts grew faster.

“Mmh~ Fuck baby~ I’m so close~” He groans out into the kiss, his brows furrowing as he his cock begins to twitch inside of you. You whine out as your walls flutter around his cock and you feel your body beginning to shudder against him. “Fuck fuck! Oh god!~” You arch your back and gasp out, squirming while you turned your head away from Ace.

Ace grabs your chin and pulls your face back towards his direction, wanting to see your cumming face while you whine out. “N-No- Mmgh! F-Fuck no!” You gasp out, sniveling while your toes began to curl once again. “Ah! N-No! A-Ace!~” You moan out heavily as your cunt spasms around his length, squirting out into his lower abdomen whine you whine out in painful pleasure. Ace laughs and mewls at your cute little face, a slight groan leaving him as he was ready to pump his seed deep inside of you.

He humps into your pussy a few more times, a few overstimulated mewls leaving your lips. “Gonna- Gonna fill you up! I-I’m gonna fill you up baby!~” Ace huffs out, his eyes rolling as his thrusts went at an immaculate pace. “A-ACE N-NO!-“ You whine out heavily as you felt his hot seed shoot deep inside of you, filling up your insides so wonderfully. Ace sighs out exhaustively as he came into your cunt, grinding his cock against your cervix just a bit to make sure.

You breathe heavily against him, your legs trembling from your orgasm. Ace heaved against you, breathing heavily and sighing out as he rested himself against your body. You whine and rub your eyes, wiping away your tears and looking down at him. Ace peeks up at you and then he looks away nervously.

“Ah…Baby? Are you alright?”

You peer up at Ace who gives you a worrisome expression. You giggled at his concern and give him a smooch to his temple. “I’m fine baby, are you?” You ask him, blinking blankly at him. He nods and hugs your tightly, pulling you close so that there wasn’t any space between you both.

“M’sorry. I think I got carried away..” He apologized, nuzzling against your skin. “It’s fine baby, I honestly enjoyed it. I didn’t expect you to be so rough though~” You giggle, your hand reaching up to his wet raven strands. He releases your legs and pulls back, a little groan leaving him as he pulls out. He watched as his cum spilled out of your pussy and you blush.

“Turn the shower off Ace-“ You tell him, struggling to sit yourself up. He pulls you up and hold on to you, pulling you close. “Why should I? We’re still dirty silly~ We might as well sit here and shower.” Ace says, looking around for the soap. You chuckle and lay your head against his chest and he looks down at you before quirking a brow.

“Hehe, I liked how you faked the phone call and break in Ace..” You giggle to him. He chuckled and rubs the back of his neck his neck, a little flush across his freckled face. “Was the phone call with Luffy believable enough?” He asked, snickering. “Yep, and the break in~ You had a house key the whole time so you really spooked me with it.” You tell him, another chuckle leaving your lips.

“I wanted to spook you~” He snickers, grabbing your washcloth and the bar of soap.

“We should do it again sometime Ace~” You giggle, sliding your hands along his skin. “Oh? So you liked the idea!?” Ace asks, a bit surprised that you somewhat enjoyed the role play. You nodded, your body close with his.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again~” You whisper to him, his ear twitching slightly at your words. He smirks before pulling you up onto his lap, his eyes staring down into yours. “Well? Do you want to keep going? I’ll make you lose your ability to walk tomorrow baby~” Ace teases you, his hands cupping your face. You bit your bottom lip and press your hands against his shoulders, moving in close to his ear before speaking to him.

“Do it again Ace, harder than the last~”

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[mayumiiyuu]

Love!!!! I've 🍃🍃 and I just had the best idea for a Bokuto story! Imagine you are dating sweet himbo bokuto and after about 6 months you confess to him that you're a masochist (like Hori in Horimiya). You ask him to degrade you in public and he just can't because of how much he loves you and respects you. You keep encouraging him and eventually when you're being extra bratty during his MSBY practice, he calls you an attention craving slut or something infront of the team and drags you off home "you're going to regret asking me to degrade you". 😍😍😍😍😍

I LOVE YOUR MIND SO MUCH!!!!! I will give u a consensual smooch in the brain if you’d let me!!!

18+ content!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (pls)

timeskip! bokuto x reader

warnings: degradation, jealousy, spit kink

Bokuto loves you so much, more than anything or anyone else in the world, so when you told him that you wanted to be degraded by him in public, it through him for a loop. This boy does nothing but praise you so he’s lowkey questioning whether or not you actually liked it when he praised you in bed huhuhu poor baby boy just doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He’s so shy whenever you mention it, too, always so timid and blushy whenever you bring it up, especially when you beg for him to do it while you guys are in public.

but bokuto has his limits, and you were going to make sure to push every single one of his buttons until you got your way<33

usually you’d be a little quiet during his practices, giving him a little whoop here and there for motivation. but this time? you wanted to be an absolute menace. you’d say hi to him and his teammates, but this time you went so far as to giving them all a big hug, except for bokuto who only got a kiss on the cheek from you >:0 mans is fuming silently as you pay more attention to the other MSBY jackals rather than him, despite his silence, his serves and spikes are hard enough to take out someone’s hand as he slowly gets more frustrated.

he finally hit the tipping point when all of them were finally done with practice, you approached sakusa with such an innocent smile on your face, the man totally unaware of your devious plan to make your significant other jealous.

“hi kiyoomi!” you beamed, holding up your hand ina small wave, to which he responded with a wave back, only for you to take his hand and measure it out against yours. “wow, your hands are so big! good job on your serves today, I see you’ve really improved—“

“is that how it is, (name)? you wanna act like an attention seeking slut while your boyfriend’s around? hm?” bokuto all but yells out, causing the rest of the people within the vicinity to jump, and you take your hand away from sakusa’s almost immediately.

bokuto grabs you by your wrist as he drags you towards the locker room. kiyoomi winces as he sees the death glare bokuto gives you.

as soon as you’re inside, he basically slams you against one of the lockers, wrists held tightly in his hands as he pins them above your head, leaving you a cowering, vulnerable mess. in spite of his rough treatment, you feel your legs quiver in anticipation, a wet spot forming in your panties as you feel his hot breath against your cheek as he leans in closer to whisper in your ear.

“you’re gonna fucking regret asking me to degrade you, because from now on, you only get to respond to names like slut, whore, and cumdump? are we clear?”

you couldn’t have nodded your head faster at his words, he presses closer to you, grabbing you by your thighs which tell you one thing: jump. and you do, wrapping your legs around his torso as he ruts into you, mouth on yours in a heated kiss, you can’t help but moan as he bites your lower lip. feeling how hard he is through his shorts, you pull him to you closer, wrap your legs around his waist tighter, wanting nothing more but friction between your aching cunt and his thick cock.

suddenly, you feel yourself being dropped onto the floor, wincing as you feel the cold tile hit your knees. bokuto pulls out his cock from his shorts, slapping up against his abdomen, already leaking beads of precum along his tip. you can’t help but drool at the sight of him. noticing your stare, he smirks, grabbing you by your hair, using his other hand to open your mouth with his thumb pressed upon your lower lip.

“fucking cock hungry slut,” he spits into your mouth, and your swallow it happily. “‘m gonna make such a fucking mess of this pretty face.”

#bokuto koutaro x reader #haikyuu!! #anime x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto smut #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou smut

[mcrizzystardust]

hi key!! i see we have several mutual special interests so i Must Know your favorites!

1. who is your favorite fnaf animatronic (mine’s glamrock chica and the puppet!)

2. do you have a favorite calico critters family (gosh those are so nostalgic for me)

and most importantly

3. who is the best owl house character and why is it hunter

hi bee!!! (omg i just now realized our names rhyme)

okay so, bear with me here. i never got into fnaf as a kid, but after the fnaf movie came out apparently everyone i knew was like "omgggg!!!!" and made me feel like i missed out on a cultural phenomenon. so i bought the first game (and i suck at it 😭), and ive been watching markiplier play through it so i know what to expect and to calm my paranoia etc :). im up to sister location, and shit is getting WILD. i know like, the basics of the lore and what happens but GAWDDAMN. anyways! in what ive seen so far, id have to say either foxy, mangle, or circus baby. yes, yes, shes evil, but a girlboss gotta girlboss /j 😭 (no but fr, i just love her backstory and like her character development and kabfjabdj!!)

i dont actually really know many of the families, but the marshmellow mice and the reindeer twins are so cute!!!!! i have two sets of families, i have the maple cats and the persian cats. my fave calico critters of all time are on instagram, @/emocritters!!! its this person who diys critters to look like various members of my chemical romance from their various eras :)))) theyre SO goddamn cute. @fairylittlebitch said he'd get me one once he has enough money and i am forever worshipping his existence, kissing the ground he stands upon, giving him a big fat (platonic and consensual) smooch.

OMG I LOVE HUNTER. hes so KFNKDBDJFH!!2&(!:$)3&3)4.

okay but also hear me out...... the collector. theyre so.

i just. i need to give him a hug. i need to be his friend. i want to comfort them. im !!/$;$&3@2@/'

#key posting!

[hanniedream]

to the ones who have been reblogging every part of my smau, thank you so much. i love and appreciate you and am giving you the biggest consensual hug and smooch on the forehead.

#truly means a lot #especially when pple are interacting with fics lesser and lesser on here #bibi thoughts

[koocycle]

psstt lira, pssstt i have a secret for u… come closer hehe 🤭 ok perfect stay right there *smooch on ur forehead, consensually* i hope u are doing well and slaying like u should 🫂 just wanted to send u some love in case no one gave u smooches and hugs today 🫶🏽

so sweet of you, please keep giving me smooches on the forehead 🥹 i’m doing well now that i’m on vacation and in literal paradise, so i like to think i’m slaying life very hard right now :3 wishing you all smooches and hugs back!!

#inbox

[dark-elf-writes]

Your First Impression of Me vs Impression of Me Now (Anonymous or Not) 1st: Weird but the cool kids kind of weird, adore your brain, cannot comment on fics because they'd be nothing but keysmash and cannot let my weirdness taint yours. Now: Blessings upon the very wrinkled brain surface. Gently smooch can fit so many au's and trauma in this thing. Would hug with full permission. Adore your feral self, would stick around for whatever aftermath the racoons running the ship would inevitably cause. Still cool kids level of weird in the best of ways.

I do very much give weird kid energy but that has always seemed to be weirdly charming to some people. One of my old bosses (very catholic. Very Italian. Very very conservative) told me that by all rights I should be incredibly annoying and he shouldn’t like me but for some reason he found me enjoyable to be around. He also called me the spawn of Satan once. He didn’t expect thank you to be my answer but 🤷🏻

I very much love that everyone agrees that I’m feral. Like I know I’m feral but I didn’t expect that to be the consensus across the board.

#the elf talks

[spacexseven]

tuna (shakes u) I have missed u so much happy one year!!!! how are u. I hope good. ily.

I know I've sent you asks recently but I don't remember what they were and don't know if they went through so I mean if you find em have fun with em ig. gives u a CONSENUAL smooch. or hug whatever ur comfortable with, I'll just nod at you from a distance if u want.

- 🩹

yo 🩹 i missed you more (shaking you until we are both shaking particles) i am pretty good thumbs up the good stuff and yes you have sent me tons of asks very good food!!! but im taking forever to make everything all fun and im sorry :< thank you for the consensual smooch it is very much appreciated and well received :> go drink some water ^^

#ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #dazai 🩹 🐟

[lix-ables]

haiii love! just wanted to give you a hug and some virtual treats to make your day a bit brighter! whatever goes wrong for you just always remember it will pass and there’s an anon out there that loves you and your work!🍫🍬🍭🍩🍨🍡🎂✌️😗🤍

hiya bubbie ‹3 im :( thank you for this really, i was having a not-so-okay day processing the passing of my pupper, but i think im fine now? im sending you loads of hugs back and consensual forehead smooches ‹3 i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night darling 🫂💌🎀

#💌 — mail #anonymousse

[linorachas]

hehe I will give u all the headpats and hugs ur my seashell now <3

ok but!! have you read storm clouds at midnight by @/sunmoonjune!! it's an ot8 poly skz fic AND ITS MY FAVOURITE FIC OF ALL TIME. it's so good and the dynamic is so immaculately done!! the whole fic is juicy af I swear if you want to read poly fics it CANNOT get better than her fic!! I can swear on chan's butt how amazing it is

I was having poly minsung brainrot earlier today but tbh now all I can think of is poly ot8 cuddling sessions bc I'm touch starved af ahshsjsjs POLY MEANS MORE PEOPLE TO CUDDLE WITH!! giant puppy pile is something i dream of everyday </3 I am so soft for it I would like to be squished by ot8 skz pls thank you (esp how clingy some of them are it sounds heavenly tbh)

anyways I hope you had an amazing day mua mua (consensual forehead smooches)

- 🧚

I HAVE NOTTTTT a good ot8 fic rn sounds so good as i have been nothing but a puddle of [incoherent noises] the past couple of days so i'll definitely check that out!!!!!! thank u 🥹

AND UR SO RIGHT poly means more people to cuddle with and is that not the greatest thing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!! more people to kiss more people to fit in your heart more people to cherish more people to annoy more people to love and be loved by!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(

oh to be squished by very cuddly and attractive men... it starts as one of the kids cuddling you until one other kid peeks inside and sees u two and gasps scandalously AND loudly because How Dare You Enjoy Being Wrapped In Each Others Arms... Without Me?! and obviously the other kids hear and soon ur like tetris blocks trying to fit into the bed without a) kicking each other in the face, b) suffocating each other and c) falling off

i know this is a super late reply but i hope ur having a good day too 🥹 hope ur doing ok lounging on the top of my head

#my 🧚 #🖤🤍

[seiyasabi]

Momma’s Boy

(This is a Yandere Severus Snape x Hufflepuff! Female Reader story :)) Sorry if this is too OOC!

TW: Bullying!, unhealthy feelings!, manipulation!, Mommy kink!, face sitting!, creampie!, Femdom!, consensual sex!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

A wide hand smacks his books from his hands, casting everything onto the cobblestone floor. A soft sigh leaves the blach haired man’s mouth, as he slowly looks up from his belongings, to see a smirking Sirius Black. 

“Watch where you’re going, Snape-boy,” The four males let out ugly laughs, eyes filled with mockery. Severus says nothing, moving to pick up his things, only to be stopped by James. 

“Don’t think that we’ll let you off the hook that easily,” The brunet’s glasses gleam with a dark delight, making the bullied boy gulp in fear, “We’ve seen you creep around that cute hufflepuff- what was her name again?” He pretends to think, allowing a grinning Peter to take over. 

“Yeah, you’ve been creeping around that cutie, (Your Name), for far too long. We’ve noticed you following her like a kicked puppy,” Remus shoves Severus into the wall, causing the 6’1 (1.85 m) man to hit it harshly. 

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you telling her lies about us,” Confusion is clear on the tall man’s face, causing all four of them to scoff, “She refuses to hang out with us, because she claims we harass you! That’s not true, is it, Snape-boy?” 

“I-well, uhm-”

“I-well, uhm,” James mocks, a knowing grin on his devilish features, “Don’t be nervous, we won’t hurt you.”

“Well, you lot haven’t been too kind to me these past few years,” More scoffs echo off the cobblestone walls, making the tall man feel small. 

“That’s not true, and you know it. We’ve been joking around with you, because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Remus reassures condescendingly, “Plus, friends tell friends when they’re wrong. You’re wrong for pursuing (Your Name), because Remus, here,” He slaps the dirty blond man on the back good-naturedly, “Liked her first. So, having you around, writing in your creepy notebooks about her, will no longer be appreciated.” 

An angry flush covers Snape’s pale cheeks, “It-it’s not like that! (Your Name) is my friend, please don’t make me-”

“Make you? We never make you do anything. We’re just suggesting you leave her alone, unless you want us to take matters into our own hands.” 

Sweat beads on the brow of the black haired man, as he tried to look around for anyone willing to help. No one besides the five of them are in the hall. 

“No,” The four raise a collective eyebrow at his disobedience, “No, I won’t stop being friends with (Your Name). I don’t care what you do to me.”

“That’s sweet, really, but I’m going to have to change your mind,” Remus snarls, his hands balling into fists. In a swift motion, the dirty blond man starts to punch at Severus’ face and chest. The tall man doesn’t have time to put his hands up, getting wailed in the head and torso multiple times. 

The blond’s friends jump in as well, quickly bringing their victim to the floor. Their kicks and hits are rapid paced, disorienting him relatively quickly. He curls into the fetus position, trying to protect his head, luckily stopping their punches. 

His assault continues for a few moments more, before he’s dragged to his feet, and held against the wall by the collar of his shirt, “Are you going to leave her alone now?” 

Snape shakes his head, blood dripping down his face, entire body aching, “No, I won’t. I let you lot walk all over me for far too long. We’re in our last year, why are you acting as if we’re first years?” 

Remus tightens his grip around his collar, teeth bared like an animal, “That’s the wrong answer.”

The blond raises a fist to punch him once more, only to be stopped by a familiar voice. 

“What are you doing?” Your concerned voice rings through the hall, along with your running footsteps. Hurrying up to the group of boys, you start to shove at Remus, trying to break his hold on your close friend (crush), “Let him go! Are you crazy?” 

Your friends are seen down the hall, looking at you in both surprise and slight disdain, “(Your Name), stay out of their business. Once they settle it, everything will be fine-”

“You can’t honestly think that I’ll let them hurt Severus! He’s our friend, and-”

“Stop standing up for him, he’s a total creep. The Marauders are doing you a favour-” You block out what your friends are saying, continuing to push at the blond’s hands. 

“Stop it, Remus! Just leave him alone!” He quickly pulls away, causing you to sigh in relief, only for you to be the one pinned against the wall. Your friend is being held by the blond’s lackeys, holding him back from helping you. Your other friends watch on in horror.

“Why must you always get in my way, Love? I’m trying to teach him a lesson,” You wrinkle your nose in disgust, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

“Don’t call me that. Just leave Severus and I alone. I understand that you have taken a liking towards me, but that doesn’t excuse your horrid behaviour. If anything, it makes me dislike you! You’re nasty, big headed, crude, and mean for virtually no reason! I don’t understand why you and your friends act this way-”

“He doesn’t deserve your affection!” He blurts out without thinking, his grip on your wrists tightening, “He hangs around you like a dark shadow, he makes everyone around him uncomfortable-”

“I think he’s cute,” You snap out uncharacteristically, “In fact, him following me around is harmless; you following me around, on the other hand, is very harmful. People are afraid to talk to me because of you, and he’s one of the only people who stayed being my friend. I don’t want to hear you talk badly about him, when he has made my life better than it was before.”

Remus releases you after a long moment of silence, a hurt look on his handsome features, “Fine. Stay with the freak if you want to, just don’t come crying to me-”

“I won’t. I won’t seek you out, ever,” The blond motions towards his friends, prompting them to release your friend. You hurry to the dark haired man, cupping his face with soft hands, “Are you alright, Severus? They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” His lip trembles, signaling oncoming tears, prompting you to turn towards your friends and wave off their concern, “It’s alright, you guys go to class, I’ll take him to the nurse.”

They stalked off, Remus constantly looking back at you. Unfortunately for him, all of your attention is on a certain tall man. 

“Come along, Sev, let’s go to the nurse,” He shakes his head as he sobs uncontrollably, “No? Well, I can’t let you stay battered… Do you want to go to my dormitory? I’ll heal you there,” He nods, allowing you to half-drag-half-pull him towards the Hufflepuff dorm. You’d picked up his things and set them in your satchel, before heading off. Many cast the Slytherin man questioning looks, but quickly realised who was helping him. You’re known as one of the kindest souls at Hogwarts, so it’s not too unlike you to help the freaks of the school. 

Once in your room, you help him sit on your full size mattress. You share the room with only one other girl, leaving two empty beds between the both of you. Luckily, she’s out of the room, most likely at her boyfriend’s dorm room. 

Sitting beside him, you quickly pull out your wand, “This might feel a bit weird, but I promise I’m helping,” You murmur a healing spell to yourself, watching as his skin becomes smooth and even toned once more, “There we go! Good as-oh no, why are you crying again? Did it hurt?” 

Hearing your distraught voice, he tries to comfort you whilst bawling his eyes out, “Nu-no, no, you du-did nothing wu-wrong,” He throws his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug, “It-it’s just… You treat me so well, and-and I love you so much-” He cuts himself off to hide his face in your neck. Oh no, he just accidentally confessed!

You giggle to yourself at his shy behaviour, and run a hand through his messy hair, “It’s because I love you too, silly,” When you say that, Severus practically feels his soul leave his body. His Darling loves him?

“You-you love me too?” Nodding against him, you cuddle him sweetly. You rub his back reassuringly, rocking him slightly. 

“Yep! I’ve liked you for the past few years, but I never had the courage to confess,” He raises his head, looking at you with watery eyes. 

“Really?” When you nod, he can’t help himself, “Can I- Can I please have a kiss?” 

“Of course!” You lean forward, giving him a sweet peck. Severus practically creams his pants at the feeling of your lips on his. Seeing his bright red face, you frown a bit, moving his hair out of his face, “Are you alright? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” 

“No! No, it was nice,” A dreamy smile crosses his handsome features, as he leans in again, “Can I please have another one?” Smiling, you nod, smooching him softly once more. 

This, in turn, turns into a whole makeout session. You slide onto his lap, making it easier for you to reach his mouth. Your new seating arrangements allow you to feel his hard cock under your ass, a small smile quirking its way onto your lips, “Are you excited, Sevvy?” You hear a small whimper in response, causing you to giggle, “Do you want me to help you?”

“Please?” Instead of responding, you start to grind against his clothed cock. Your panty clad cunny is directly against his fly, your skirt just barely covering your ass. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, their massive size making you feel secure. Severus whines at your grinding movement, hips bucking into your own. To silence him, you give him an open mouthed kiss, your tongue dominating his own. 

Drawing away from his mouth, there’s a long string of saliva connecting you both together. Using a manicured finger, you break it, and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, licking your shared spit off seductively, “Do you want me to fuck you, Sevvy? Wanna be inside of me?” 

“Yes! Yes, please!” You run a hand over his clothing clad chest, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Okay, Baby. Do you want me to suck your cock? Or do you wanna eat me out?” His hands grip at the fat of your hips, drool practically dripping from his gaping mouth. 

“Let me eat you, please,” Snape begs, bucking slightly into you. You cup his face with both hands and grin, pinching his cheeks teasingly. 

“Okie dokie, Sevvy. Lay back for me,” He drops back like a corpse, flopping haphazardly on your, surprisingly comfortable, mattress. Unzipping your uniform skirt, you slide it down your legs, tossing it on the other side of your bed. Your cute boyfriend gasps at the sight of your thong, never seeing one before. Chuckling at his shocked reaction, you quickly strip yourself of your blazer and dress shirt, exposing your lace bralette, “Do you like what you see?” 

His head practically snaps off his neck with how fast he nods, “You look so… so beautiful, (Your Name). I feel so lucky to see you this way,” A dark blush coats your (skin colour) cheeks, as you look away a bit shyly. 

“Thank you. Will you let me see you undressed?” He squeaks out a ‘yes,’ prompting you to practically rip off his slacks, dress shirt, and blazer. Only in his drawers, your heart jumps into your throat. His broad shoulder and lightly muscled abdomen look wonderfully full, and the very apparent bulge in his boxers make you lick your lips hungrily, “Are you ready to eat my pussy, Sev?”

“Yes, please sit on my face,” You gawk at his out-of-character words, but do as he asks. Slipping your panties off, you scoot forward, placing your bare cunny on his awaiting maw. He helps you settle on him by wrapping his arms around your (Size) thighs, relishing the feeling of your fat being squished between his forearm and bicep. 

Because he wrapped his arms over your legs, he is able to part your pussy lips, giving him easy access to your throbbing core. He gives an experimental lick to your slit, making your legs tremble. Now knowing that he’s doing something right, he dives in like  a man starved. His teeth lightly nip at your engorged clit, all whilst his tongue dips into your dripping hole. A squeal leaves your lips, signaling the pleasure you’re currently feeling. 

Gripping his head by his hair, you throw your head back in pleasure, “Ye-yes! You’re doing so well for me!” He keens at your praise, increasing the speed of his ministrations. Though you can tell that he’s a virgin, he’s exceeding your expectations by a long shot. Lightly grinding against his face, more moans and whimpers leave your throat, your entire body becoming rigid as your orgasm approaches. With one last well placed suck, you’re cumming into his open mouth. Your juices run down his chin and splash against his cheekbones, causing Snape’s heart to practically beat out of his chest. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Moving off of his face, you pat him on the head affectionately, “Did I do good?” He wipes some of your juices off of his mug, before slurping them down. 

“You were amazing, Sevvy. Have you done this before?” He shakes his head no, making you coo softly, “You’re a natural! Such a good boy.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” It’s like his entire body took a screenshot, with how still he became. He must have thought you’d be disgusted… but you aren’t. Instead, a small moan leaves your lips, before you bring him up into a hug. 

“My Baby Boy likes calling me Mommy? You’re so adorable,” You reach down to his cock, pulling him out with a tender touch. His tip is a dark pink, his precum dripping down his thick length. A large vein runs up the underside of his circumcised prick, and you can’t wait to sit on it, “Is it ok for Mommy to sit on your pretty cock, Sevvy?” You slip him between your cunny lips, grinding down on his length, and mixing your liquids together. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Please, please fuck me!” Taking him in one hand, you guide him to your opening, before pushing his tip inside teasingly. His whimper causes a gush of your slick to coat his length, helping you ease down him, until your pelvises touch. You can feel his dark, trimmed pubic hair rub against your cunny, making you squeeze down experimentally, “You-you’re so tight!” 

Smiling at him coyly, you reach behind you, and unclasp your bra, letting your perfect tits jiggle enticingly. You toss it aside, before grasping Severus’ hands, and guiding them to your breasts. He immediately squeezes, loving the feeling of them in his hands. You let out a small whimper, moving your hips in a circular motion, ultimately grinding him against your cervix. 

“Can I move, Pretty Boy?” Groans of pleasure rattle his chest, as you start to suck dark hickies onto his pristine skin. 

“Yes! Yes!” Giggling, you quickly lift your hips almost off of his cock, before slamming down harshly. Both of you groan in pleasure, signaling you to increase your pace. Moving at lightning speed, you start to bounce rapidly. Tits jiggling in the Slytherin boy’s hands, you bring him into a heated kiss. 

You swallow down his desperate whines, your hands pulling at his unkempt locks. Juices dripping down his cock, both of your thighs are quickly covered by your essence. His abdomen rubs against your clit with every bounce, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Breaking from the kiss, you suck on the skin of his throat, before speaking, “You’re so big, Sevvy. My pussy can barely handle how thick you are,” His hips meet yours, hitting your cervix harshly. A loud moan escapes you, “Fu-fuck! You’re so good for Mommy! Come on, Darling, meet my movement, and you can cum inside.”

At your words, he starts a breakneck pace, meeting your every movement with a mighty thrust. Your hands reach up to pinch his pretty, pink nipples, making him falter in his movements. 

“Mommy! Mommy-you feel so good! Please let me cum inside!” Increasing almost impossibly in speed, you feel yourself quickly hurtling over the edge. 

“Gu-go ahead! Mommy wants you to cum with her!” With one last sitting movement, the both of you orgasm harshly. Your back arches almost painfully, as you feel him fill you to the brim with thick, hot cum. Your own juices squirt out, coating the both of you in a sheen of white sperm and a glossy cunny juice. 

Severus face plants into your chest, practically drowning in your perfect teats. Whilst catching your breath, you run your hands through his hair, loving how silky the strands are. 

“You did well, Sevvy. You were so good for me,” You fully embrace him, as he buries his head further into your plush chest. 

“Th-thank you, Mommy, I’m glad I was good enough for you,” Bringing his face up to your level (wish is relatively hard, because he’s tall), you smile sweetly at him. 

“You’re always enough for me,” Kissing him on the forehead, you cuddle into him for a while longer. 

While you’re content and happy, Severus is over the moon. 

The girl he’d pined over for years is finally within his grasp! He’d have to write this moment down the moment he gets to his dorm! 

He’s just one step closer to stealing her away the moment they graduate. Hopefully, you’ll still be the homemaker he knows you’re meant to be, even if you’re a bit angry at him at first. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he knows that you’re the only one for him. Hopefully, you think the same, too.

#yandere snape #yandere severus #severus snape #yandere harry potter #harry potter x reader #snape x you #snape x reader #yandere male x female reader #tw mommy kink

[palbabor-writes]

Shigaraki noncon fic when 👀

oh. well, how about now?

Culmination

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!OC

Warnings: this is an example of a DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, seriously, this thing has full on tw.non-consensual sex, verbal and physical abuse, fingering, cunnilingus, stalking, breaking and entering, and a terrible no good very bad shigaraki, like for real - this is a DARK FIC - so shoo if that isn’t your thing, tw.noncon, tw.physcial abuse, tw.head trauma, tw.degradation, tw.stalking, tw.blood 

just, you know, all of the warnings - take all of them 

Word Count: 5041

That skirt looks good on you.

The shortness makes his eyes narrow, sharp vermillion glinting in the moonlight, but he can’t deny that he likes the way it hugs your hips and temptingly hikes as you bend to collect your mail from the brass box by your entryway. The silhouette that’s illuminated by the dull light of the streetlamp is nothing short of breathtaking and he hungrily licks at his battered lips, tongue tracing over the scar that splits his skin.

Notes: This is a commissioned fic for @kugutsuu! While it is pretty close to a reader insert, I did take the liberty of using her OC in this & because of that the descriptions are little more honed in and less neutral, plus, uh, she has a name. Shout out to @libiraki for the beta edit & all of her comments *smooches*

Culmination cul·mi·na·tion /ˌkəlməˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the highest or climactic point of something

“This is not wise,” Kurogiri warns, voice steady, low, “it is also not something that he would want for you.”

“Mmmph, what the fuck do you know? You always like to act like you know him better, like you’ve got some kind of upper hand on his thoughts, his plans. You’re not fooling anyone, I know he tells you fuck all too, Kurogiri, you just like to pretend you’re superior to me. Well, too fucking bad. I’m sensei’s successor. I’m the one who he trusts and no one, not even you, Kurogiri, knows him better than I do. Got that?”

“I apologize. I do not mean to offend you Shigaraki Tomura, I only seek to warn–” Kurogiri pauses, mist like form shivering as he debates his next move. Tomura is still young after all and has much to learn. His inexperience and sheltered upbringing are likely directly to blame for this situation. It’s not his fault that this has happened. They should have been prepared for it. He, himself should have known better, should have planned some stratagem, something to counter this burst of... hormones... from his charge. “If you are caught, if she reports you to the authorities, or if she knows a hero, then all will be for naught. We’ve got much to do, and our master would not be pleased with this distraction, successor or not. You know this Shigaraki Tomura, I know you do.”

“She won’t,” Tomura drawls, a wicked grin curling his lips upward, baring a sharp row of gleaming teeth. It hurts his skin when he smiles like this, but he can’t help it. He’s too excited, too piqued. Fuck, he’s even half hard, picturing just how your face will fall, how the swell of your lips will quiver, shake, when you see him at last. You’ll know what’s going to happen, you’ll have to, and if you don’t, well, he’ll make you put it all together.

Kurogiri is muttering something about propriety and consequences, but Tomura isn’t listening. He’s too busy scooting closer to the edge of the bar, hips pressing against the wood until the ache that rests within his bulging pants has lessened.

“I can see that you are not listening.”

“Oh? What the fuck gave that away?”

He’s thought about how he’ll go about it.

Should he sneak behind you on the train? Or carefully shadow you home; weaving his way in and out of the alleyways, padding over wet pavement, breath hot under his dark hood, hands flexing in his pockets, cock throbbing behind the pinch of his zipper, until you’re at the sanctity of your door?

No.

That one sounds like something out of a thriller. Besides, you’re a woman; you’re skittish. He’s seen how you look behind you when you hop up onto the street, the way your neck strains, twisting, leaning forward, peering into the gloom. No doubt your ears will be pricked, wholly attuned to the smallest sound. Besides, if he opts to grab you outside of your apartment, what if you scream?

He’d do his best to clap a sweaty palm over your curled lips, avoiding the threat of your teeth, smearing that alluring shade of lip gloss, that you always insist on applying as you leave the office, all over your face as he muffles the gasp and shrill cry you’ll let out. But it’s risky. Something might eke out, might bleed over to the ground units, or he might just lower all five fingers. It wouldn’t be on purpose and he’d hate to see you splattered all over the ground, your too hot blood leaking through his fingertips, flecking skin and pretty white bone painting the crime scene he’d leave behind a vibrant red. Your red.

There’s also the added worry of your height.

You’re taller than him. Not by too much, he reasons, sucking his teeth as his cock twitches within the confines of his dark jeans again, picturing your statuesque form. Just enough. High enough that he’d need to strain his arms a little more. However, he doubts that he’d underestimate the difference. He’s stood next to you on the platform of the train, too often to count now, and he’s got the image of you engrained upon his psyche. Even now, if he shutters his twitching eyelids, he can see your outline, knows just where you’d fall, where he’d be able to press, to grab.

It’s almost nightfall, and it’s a Friday. That means you’ll be out a little later tonight. The risk of the doorway, while tempting, will need to be ruled out. Too likely someone else will stumble into the complex, will see him pushing you up the stairs, see his hands sinking into those soft waves of brown hair, his fingers sliding over your neck, plucking at your skin, forcing you to comply.

Besides, your window will be easier.

That skirt looks good on you.

The shortness makes his eyes narrow, sharp vermillion glinting in the moonlight, but he can’t deny that he likes the way it hugs your hips and temptingly hikes as you bend to collect your mail from the brass box by your entryway. The silhouette that’s illuminated by the dull light of the streetlamp is nothing short of breathtaking, and he hungrily licks at his battered lips, tongue tracing over the scar that splits his skin.

Should he let you get undressed? Let you take a shower? Brush out those silken locks and slip into something that’s easier for him to slide off of you? How long does that take? Ugh.

He’d like to ram you into the wall, jerk that plaid tartan up and dance his fingers under the sweep of your ass, exulting in each sound you gift him. You’ve got a nice voice after all. He’s heard it, once or twice, as you chat with your coworkers, or friends, on your phone. He’d like to see how sharp he can make it, or maybe it will drop even lower, rasping out shallow breaths as he drags each moan from you, or squealing as he sinks one long finger into that soft, petal pink, that he imagines your cunt looks like.

His dick feels like it’s going to burst. One hand drops to the tent it’s created and strokes a soothing rhythm along its length. He’s not worried about not lasting. He’s fucked himself to completion too many times today for that. He’d slink into his darkened room, he’d picture you, your porcelain skin, the cut of your jawline and the tremble of your lips as he worked himself into you. It always clears too fast, as he makes it through the levels of your arousal too quickly and all too soon he’s splashing thick ropes of his release over the dark material of his shirt and the bunched fabric of his boxers.

It had eased the itch, had gotten him through the day, gotten him to this cold balcony, but it’s not enough. Not anymore.

Ah. You took a shower.

Your hair is damp, and it clings to your shoulders, pooling moisture around the dip of your collarbone, staining the front of that shirt you’re wearing. It’s white and he can see the tips of your nipples as the wetness seeps downward, aided by the tug of gravity and the shaking strands of your hair.

Fuck. He’s not gonna make it much longer.

He wants you to hop in bed, to curl into the sheets, tuck yourself in, let your heartbeat slow. Relax, relax, relax echoes through his mind as he watches you pull your downy comforter back, hands patting at the ache, teeth biting, leaving indentations, half moons of strain and impatience. Not long now, he reasons, not long now.

Your light snaps off and he lunges forward, bracing himself against the slippery brick, fingers carefully scrabbling over the ledge of your window sill. The panes groan when he applies that jerk of pressure to them. Part of him wants to just decay the fucking thing, but he’s not sure he can control it, not when he’s like this. Drool froths at the sides of his lips and he flecks the droplets against his hands and the smooth glass, steadily jimmying the warped wood upwards, ignoring the pinch in his shoulder and the pounding spasms that are racing down his clawed fingers.

There! Finally!

The hinges splinter, and he topples inside, hitting the rough flooring of your apartment with a thud. His feet are already under him, bracing his fall, and he allows himself to hunch forward, frigid breath streaming into a fine mist as he looks up, searching for you.

The noise of his entrance had startled you. Your wide eyes and clutch of the soft duvet between your fingers give that much away. Good. That’ll make this first step easier.

He’s on the bed in a heartbeat and, for a brief instant, all you can see is red. His eyes are bright, glossy, feverish, glazed over with some kind of manic fervor, and that shimmering vermillion makes your gut twist. You need to move; now.

It takes a second for your body to catch up with your brain. You weren’t groggy, or sleep fogged. Shit, you’d barely fluffed your pillow before you heard the window smattering to bits, but this whole situation is a heady mixture of confusion and pulse thumping terror for you. What the fuck–no... who the fuck is this? Your first thoughts drift to plausible reasons. Is this a robbery? Some kind of misguided hit? Maybe it’s a villain who’s fleeing from a hero. Maybe... maybe it’s... a mistake? Please, let it be a mistake. You can feel your fingers shaking as you scrabble away from the lean jumble of dark limbs that’s doing its utmost to corner you. Each time you kick your feet out he’s already there and you can hear his unsteady breaths as he looms closer.

“W-what are you... who the-wha-... what do you w-w-want?” you stammer, tongue clumsy behind your chattering teeth. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins and it’s making you shake and slur your words. Your eyes snap downward and you scan your bedside table, looking for something, anything, that will get this creep the fuck away from you.

“Shhhh–” the strange man whispers, ducking his head from his dark hood and shaking out his chin length white hair. You don’t want to look at him, so you push yourself against the headboard, bare feet bracing against his bent knees. “You look so much prettier up close.”

“What t-the fuck?” you spit out, throat clenching with fresh horror. He’s seen you before? Is he crazy? Is he some kind of stalker? “If you don’t get away from me... right... right now... I’ll... I’ll call the cops. Don’t!” you shriek out, voice cracking as one of his hands wraps around your upper arm. His touch is cold, clammy and you flinch, body jerking so sporadically that you fall onto your bedroom floor.

Your bottom skitters across the wood, but you don’t waste any time on the pain, instead you surge to a distorted crawl, nails grabbing, feet wobbling as you make for your bedroom door. He’s on you in an instant and his weedy body is trapping you under him, mouth close to your ear, his warnings a gnarled stream of hot air. His fingers wrap around your throat and you gag as he yanks you backwards, knocking what little wind remained in your lungs out.

“Do something like that again and I’ll kill you,” he hisses, long nails pinching into the tender flesh of your neck. “I don’t know why you want to be on the floor for this, but I’ll play along. Now, be a good girl and keep still.”

His free hand laces its way up the thin material of your sleep shirt and he hastily gropes at your breast, pinching and pulling on your nipple until it distends prettily into his chilled touch. You bite back a cry when he twists the bud, thumb swiping over the hurt until it blends into a potent mingling of startled pleasure. “Mmm, perky–” he gasps out, licking his sloppy tongue over your pulse. The hand that’s holding the pressure against your throat loosens and you jolt forward, squirming against his grip.

“You- you disgusting pig!” you grit through clenched teeth, shaking your head and straining your thighs upward until they’re burning from the effort. “Let go of me! Right now!”

“You sound even better than I imagined…” he muses, nose poking against the side of your face, unperturbed by your distraught movements. “Smell good too. Did you wear that scent just for me? Mmm, I bet you did. It smells even better on your skin. I had Kurogiri get me some, so I could put it on those panties of yours. You left them in your bag, at the gym. Bet you didn’t even notice they were gone, did you? I was too quick for you. Ahh, but they smell just like you! Aahaha... ahh, I did such a good job with that find. Bet it’ll be even better when it’s fresh...”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” It comes out sharply, likely way too abrasive and challenging, at least for this situation, and the second the question leaves your lips, another burst of adrenaline lances through you. It’s honestly not helpful. All of those fucking things you hear about it, how it’s supposed to give you this superhuman strength, or the will to push your way out of danger. Yeah, no. It just makes you jittery and makes his steady gropes against the small mounds of your breasts spark an extra dose of tender sensitivity, something that pools into your gut and radiates outward. Shit.

“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?”

It’s not an exaggeration. You’d let out the breathiest whine when he trailed his steadily warming fingertips away from your peaked nipple, horrifyingly bleating out against its loss. He chuckles as he moves onto the twin, prodding and plucking disjointedly at the pebbled tip, shifting backwards, off of you, spreading his legs and resting his knees on either side of your shaking thighs, easing up on your throat and letting you gulp down a few hungry pulls of air. You can hear his mirth increasing as you brace your hands against the floor, steadying you within his loosening grasp.

“See? It’s so much easier when you don’t struggle. Although... I think I would like to hear you scream, at least once... maybe later… hmm?”

You shift your head and glance back at him. He’s watching you through hooded eyelids, that blazing red muffled by the fall of his dark lashes. The smile that’s lingering on his cracked lips is keen and he wets his skin with a swift lick, pink tongue pausing against a sharp canine. Your stomach drops when he tilts his chin upward, silently motioning for you to turn around.

He scoots back, giving your long legs room to maneuver underneath you, but he keeps one hand braced against your heaving chest, lazily popping from one tender breast to the other. “Get up,” he rasps out, eyes hungrily roving over your crumpled shirt and tear-streaked face. You bat your fist against your cheek, mind whirring, trying to see some way out of this.

“You don’t have to do this,” you bargain as you stand, teeth snagging on your lower lip and pulling, fingers curling into your palms, jabbing until you can feel the skin breaking. “I won’t tell anyone... I won’t... I won’t report you...I... I–”

“You finished?” the man sighs, visibly rolling his eyes at your garbled pleas. “I’ve waited for this long enough, you know... way too long. And I don’t wait for anything. Now get on the bed and shut your mouth, before I shut it for you.”

Your knee hits the side of your bed and your eyes drift to that broken window, eyeing the shards of glass that lay gleaming, like diamonds in the moonlight. He’s quick; but is he that quick? He’s not off the floor yet and he’s turned his head, satisfied that he’s broken you...that he’s got the upper hand...if you...no...don’t think...just go!

Legs are tense as they race forward and your hands are already outstretched, grabbing, snatching, lacing into the glass and gathering the pricking fragments into your palm. It hurts, but you ignore the pain, wheeling toward the window, to the crisp freedom that the night air promises. To...to…

The world shifts again and a bright burst of white streaks across your vision. It shimmers, hanging for an instant, dazzling you with all the colors that exist in the spectrum; soft blues, vibrant purples, hazy oranges, cheerful yellows, and then they all flicker out, swallowed up by the voracious pull of black.

You can’t move your hands, or your legs, and everything is awash in deep, mottled splashes of consciousness. The plush softness of the bed makes you feel dizzy and you try to shift, but something isn’t right. There are pins and needles in your hand. Why are you holding them? That’s a stupid thing to do... what if you bleed? What if... oh... oh God…

That man is still here. Who is he? Did he even say?

“Who... who are you?” you ask, voice dreamy, eyes falling over the pale dip of his unclothed ribs, wandering up the curve of his face, pausing on each imperfect splintering of his skin.

“I’m Tomura,” he answers simply, that eerie grin spreading over his lips. The false safety of your confusion flutters and there’s a pounding at the back of your head. You twist your neck, tongue too heavy in your mouth, lapping over the traces of old copper that rest between your gums. There’s something on your stomach. Red. It’s red. It looks pretty in the moonlight and you sigh, curious why your legs are spread like that; it’s lewd. To be sitting in front of Tomura with your legs wide open, naked cunt clenching and pulsing against the cold.

“I’m Lydia,” you say blankly, eyes blearily looking for that vibrant rust that’s watching you so closely.

“I know,” Tomura laughs, gleefully barking into the stillness of the night. “Fuck. You really don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember?” you echo, brows furrowing, arms trying to pull down again. Something’s holding them. Strange.

“Hmm, I told you not to struggle. Not my fault you didn’t listen.” His fingers snap in front of your face, refocusing your wandering attention, and you groan at the noise, wincing away from him.

“Stop,” you whine, shaking your head, knees touching as your back arches. Why can’t you move? And...and why...why are you naked? Questions keep drifting across your mind and as Tomura slides closer, a chill shakes its way up to your skull. “Don’t!” you gasp out, suddenly horrified he’s prying your legs apart.

“Shut up,” he grunts, one hand applying a pressure to your neck as the other dips between your hips, easily parting the folds of your slit and poking haphazardly over you. Your whole spine curves upward, sinking that questing digit lower, his finger pad brushing across your entrance. “Ah! Look at you, what a greedy little bitch. Acting like you don’t want me...fuck...you’re soaking…”

His voice drops to a hush as he leans back, eyes following the steady in and out motions his index fingers are creating within you. His nails are sharp but you kinda like how it scrapes and pulls, enjoying the drag down your sticky walls as he works more of your arousal into his hand. With a hiss he shifts his hold, rotating the digit and cupping his palm under the swell of your ass, holding you up as he pushes deeper.

“Shit, Lydia,” he growls, leaning over your prone form and sinking his nose against your neck. “You’re so warm and wet for me. Look at you!” He’s fully gloating now, and he pulls out of your cunt with a slick pop, lazily passing the gossamer strands between his splayed fingers. “Such a little slut… I wanna see what it tastes like!”

Something warns you to move and you wriggle backwards as he plants himself directly above your slippery pussy, scooting along the sheets until he has to grab you. His fingers are rough, sure to leave bruises and that tingling sense of danger returns as his damp breath fans over you. The slither of his rough tongue makes a strangled gasp escape your clamped lips and your hands flail again, working more of that tingling pain down your arms.

He’s clumsy, but fuck, he’s eager and that makes all the difference. As soon as he finds the quivering button of your clit, you’re too far gone to think anymore. Even that nagging worry fades away as he suckles and presses those uneven lips to the bud. The stick of his dry skin creates this breathless sensation and you buck upwards, feet working past the roped stockings he’s... wait... what? Stockings? Why... why are those there? What’s going on? Wait. When did you take off your clothes? When did... oh... oh no...

Your hips crash back to the mattress, and it dislodges his grip on your thighs. Some lingering instinct makes you bring them together, trapping his pale head and fixing him with a flushed stare. For a breath, he’s still, but you can practically feel his rage and impatience, bubbling away, just beneath the surface.

“Bitch,” he snaps, head lifting, wavy hair scratching against your sensitive skin. “Why can’t you fucking listen? Or just sit fucking still? Such a goddamn cunt. You know what? You know what you’ve done? Huh? Do you? Lydia? I’m fucking done. Thought I’d at least let you get something out of this, try to keep you happy, to see if it was fucking worth it. Kurogiri’s always going on about how I need to grow up, to calm down, well, fuck that and fuck you!”

That’s right. He broke in.

That’s why he’s here. That’s why...he hit you...no...he knocked you out...fuck, he’s going to kill you...he’s going to…

His hands are like a steel vice and he clamps his fingers against you so tight you’re worried he’ll come back to you with his palms covered in your blood. Wait. The glass. Are you bleeding? Your eyes fall back to that streaked stain on your stomach and your blood goes cold. With a shudder, you look up at your clasped hands, finally taking in the strap of his dark belt and the bloom of copper that’s dried between your curled fingers. It must...it has to be from the glass.

Tomura punches the headboard, and the reverberation makes you startle, a high-pitched squeak falling from your lips. “Look at me Lydia,” he demands, cold digits curling under your chin and forcing your head upward. “Look at me while I ruin this pussy of yours.”

As soon as the words leave him, he’s impaling you on his cock and you’re staggered by the sheer girth of him. Your legs slip and convulse, heels grinding into the sheets until you hear the fabric rip. The stretch is too much...it’s too much... it hurts…

You think you say something along those lines, but Tomura ignores you, too engrossed in the sheer heat and pull of your cunt. He throbs when he finally bottoms out and you feel a fresh burst of tears stream down your cheeks, hot in the night's chill air.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, already pulling back as soon as your breath slips back into your lungs. The cants and ruts are shallow at first and he sucks on his thumb before he applies it to the cherry red of your clit, fiddling with you inexpertly. “Easy, you dumb slut, you’ll take my dick off if you do that again. Fucking relax…”

Relax? Who the fuck is this brat? All he’s doing is jolting into you and complaining with each stroke. What a whiny, good for fucking nothing baby. No. Incel’s a better word for what he is.

“What- what’s the matter?” you snarl, eyes narrowing up at his pink tinted cheeks. “Just fucking cum, you pathetic little bitch. Bet you can’t last, bet you can’t...ah…”

That ass! He swiveled his hips and somehow managed to hit that spongy patch of nerves that sits toward the back of your cunt. A dark leer splits his face when he notices your reaction and he carefully lines himself up again, hips jutting forward until he sees your eyes roll back. “Not so mouthy anymore, huh?” he gloats, index finger joining his thumb, pinching at your clit.

He keeps up a teeth chattering pace, but each time you gasp he purses his lips and scowls down at you. Finally, when he’d actually sent a scattering of stars across your vision, he pulls away, leaning back on his haunches, eyes following the steady in and out progression of his dick. “You’re too wet,” he grumbles, sucking his teeth and fixing you with a disgruntled glare.

“Wh-what the hell does that mean?” you bite out, vainly trying to swallow down another series of moans. This fucker, he’s actually building you up to an orgasam.

“Need you to be tighter,” he grouches, hands pulling away from your dripping pussy and working on the ties that hold your ankles. As soon as he’s got the sheer fabric off, he looms back over you, reaching for your clasped wrists. The belt has cut off your blood flow and your arms inelegantly flop to your sides when he frees them. You almost want to try to make a run for it again, but he’s still keeping that steady push and pull of his cock going. That dedication and perseverance to his own enjoyment, it’s kinda impressive, if you wanted to look at it that way that is.

“Get on your stomach,” he imperiously commands, voice falling to a low hush, closer to a rasp. You balk, but he doesn’t give you the time to move, yanking himself out of your cunt, flipping you over and shoving you down. “Lift your ass. No. Higher. Yes. Keep still, or I’ll miss, and if I miss more than once, well, let’s just say you won’t like me much then.”

“Don’t like you now,” you mumble, words muffled by the bundled sheets that are under your lips.

You must have arched your hips enough because he slides in cleanly. The swell of his length makes you gasp out a long moan and you can hear his giggles, sharp and jangling behind your head. “Such a fucking slut! Ahhh, this already feels better.”

The trusts he’s giving you are shallower in this position, but you can feel every vein that races along his length as they pulse and throb against your over sensitized walls. He’s ramming into that sweet spot at an alarming rate and you can feel your cheeks heating up. You want to grind back but the hump of your ass prevents you from moving much, instead, Tomura makes up for your lack of movement with each cant, grinding his bony hips into you with a low crunch.

There’s something slick that’s falling over your shoulder blades and you crane your head around, peering through the umber haze of your hair. Ugh, gross, he’s drooling. The line of saliva is perfectly connected to your back and you watch it gleam in the low light. When Tomura notices your gaze he licks his tongue across the strand, shattering the connection as he brings a hand to the back of your head, pressing you down into the mattress.

“It’s not enough,” he groans, leaning back and examining your prone backside. “Cross your legs.” It’s not a request, but you’re genuinely confused by his demand and you shake your head under the blanket of his four fingers. “Tch, dumb bitch. Here.” He shifts upward and you almost fall to pieces at the stimulation. The tip of his cock is tapping and pressing at the ring of your cervix, and you can feel every fiber of your being quaking as he sinks past that last barrier. “There we go,” Tomura gloats, threading your legs over each other and leaning into you.

He’s heavy and the spidery trail of his leftover saliva makes him stick to you uncomfortably, but you don’t care. As terrible as this is, you want him to keep going, you’re too close for him not to. This whole thing is a fucking travesty, but you’ll be damned if you don’t end up getting something out of it. The grunts and whines he’s giving you must mean that he likes it too and you do your best to hold on as he picks his way back to those steady pounds and thrusts.

“Tighter! Keep your legs together! I’m almost there. Come on! Fuck you, tighter!”

You do as he says and clench your thighs as tightly as you can, squeezing until you’re shaking. Finally, finally, he rams back into that spot, the tip of him forcing its way to that intimate part of you and hurtling you into a release that leaves you absolutely breathless under him. It must have been enough for him too, you think, feeling the telltale pulses of his cock and that rush of cum as it splatters into your waiting cunt.

Tomura collapses over you and you groan at the added sting of his full weight. Lazily, his lips fall to your ear and his stuttered breaths pass over you as he pulls back, tugging his softening length from your battered pussy. Once he’s out, he shoves your partially lifted head back down, laughing at the sight of you, clearly delighting in his success.

“Keep still Lydia,” he begins, nails scratching over your tingling scalp. “I’m not done yet.”

#hehehe #dark content #on this blog? #pal and friends #kugutsuu #palbabor-writes commissions #tw: noncon #tw: blood #tw: head trauma #tw: violence #tw: physical assault #tw: physical abuse #tw: stalking #tw: degradation #tw: triggers #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki

[ratcarney]

elijah’s thoughts on sk9

elijah watched sk8 with me and it went rlly well.

OVERALL CONSENSUS: absolutely wonderful. i love the story and the characters except for adam (but even adam is an interesting character). but yeah i love these bitches. i like how gay it is. there’s no heterosexual explanation for so much of it. it’s so gay.

character opinions (written by elijah):

LANGA

pretty boy i will kiss u on the mouth. i love him so much plus the way they dealt with his grief was. mwah chefs kiss

more below the cut:

REKI

i Just think he’s Neat! stop being dramatic and kiss your best friend that’s all i’m gonna say. give him a smooch

ADAM

okay okay i don’t hate him as much as jo does but he kinda sucks. i think they tied up his storyline kinda well with his potential redemption. s2 adam is like those anime villains that become straight up softies after they join the squad

SHADOW

give him the girl. give him the girl. give him the girl!!!! also loving the miya shadow interactions

MIYA

THATS MY FUCKEN BABEY!!!! thas my BABYE right there. he reminds of those young baby queer kids that i mentor like yeah talk to me about gender and then give me a hug please!!

JOE

not to be horny on main but [redacted] ANYWAYS give him more characterization i want more joe backstory. but anyway tongue out emoji i will [redacted by jo for readers’ safety]

OKA

baby boy i love u sk8 2 with more oka with a lot more oka oka oka

NANAKO

langa’s mom is so adorable i think she is so cute and i love all the scenes with her! i think she is funny and i want to see her on a skateboard haha

TADASHI

i think he’s cute. idk man snake is a great nickname but it doesn’t fit. sk82 should make tadashi fit the name snake.

cherry i guess

i think he’s cool! i like him i think he’s so gay but like. idk honestly i understand why you like him jo but tbh just be nice to your friends a little bit

miscellaneous answers to questions i gave them:

favorite part: when langa realizes that his heart beats for reki. like that dramatic.. i really like langa’s inner monologue. when he’s leaping and hears reki say langa snd clutches his heart and is like oh my god i’m fucking gay AND when langa innovates with his skateboard. like he does something that shouldn’t be possible but he accomplishes it because he’s langa

do you think all the voices fit the characters: i understand why people would complain abt reki’s dub voice but i fuck with it. it’s a modern anime i think the voices are good and modern

top 5 sk8 mentally ill moments

1. adam’s i’m worthless moment in e12

2. miya’s food thing

3. when langa’s in The Zone and he flashes back to when he snowboarded without his dad

4. theme song reki reaching out and falling

5. anything that cherry blossom says

whose relationship are you most invested in: not to be basic, but renga. i just think they’re gay

favorite aspect of the plot: i really like how they got miya into the group.

the number one thing they want background on: cherry and joe’s relationship

if we get a season two what do you want: more reki being a mechanic!

#elijah was very excited for me to post this #the things they said about joe…jesus. #jo.posts #brother ratcarney tag #sk8 the infinity #sk8

[buck-nialled]

could u please write an imagine about nialls gf who does cute little makeup videos on tik tok and she has a sponsorship with some beauty company but got a some sort of facial and didn’t want to ruin it by putting on makeup and has to do it on niall? 🥺

NOTE: thank you again for your patience anon and I hope you remember to come back and check this if you haven't forgotten you requested it haha <3 while the actual “makeover” part is not mentioned there is a ton of fluffy and teasing preparation for it. ENJOY! 

Makeover - N. Horan Imagine

“Please, Niall! It’ll only be twenty-five—thirty minutes, tops!” You plead, eyes gazing up into your boyfriend’s with desperation. His eyes flick down to the bag of freshly packaged beauty products, pondering your ask for a moment. They glance back up at you again seconds following, still tinted with perplexity by your ask.

“Why can’t you just do it? This is your sponsorship.” He refutes, earning an aggravated sigh in response.

“I told you, I just got this facial and need to let my skin breathe. Applying makeup will just clog the pores and ruin it.” This specific beauty company stumbled upon your Tik Tok account not too long ago offering to sponsor you and test out their new line of products after seeing how vastly popular you were growing on the app. This company, however, shipped their products over at an expedient rate, and at poor timing. Both you and Niall were still wary of having people over due to the rampant contagion outside of your front door, which left you two (for the most part) locked indoors also. Now post-DIY-facial and with a lack of volunteers, your only choice was to ask the man for help.

“It doesn’t have to be elaborate, either! I can just do a natural—” The frantic bargains rolling off of your tongue are silenced by a single mutter from Niall.

“What was that?” You ask again, the excitement building sporadically within you.

“I said ‘fine’.” He repeats quietly. The squeal you elicited after, as much as he did not want to, made an unstoppable grin break out onto Niall’s face. Your arms tugged his frame closer to yours by the back of his neck into an appreciative hug, alongside a quick round of cheers and “thank you” into his naked chest. The feeling of the rumpled bundle of hairs on his torso made you visibly stiffen at a thought that came to mind.

“Uh, there is another thing...”

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Niall held the clean blade in front of him, catching a glimpse of his bearded reflection for a final time as you dug around the bathroom cabinets for a bottle of shaving cream.

“You so owe me for this babe,” he scoffs, asking himself how easy you had his willpower wound around your finger. When he first allowed the facial hair to spring up and remain, Niall never found it just to fully rid of it. He and others around him—you included—came to the consensus that it made him appear more mature and positively accessorized his solo music. It showed growth in him and his career, furthermore.

“Look, I am as disappointed as you are.” You reply, jumping up into Niall’s frame of view with the bottle of white foam. “But it’s what needs to be done.”

“Help me?” Dumbfounded for a few moments, your feet stay planted on the bathroom tile as you process Niall’s meek plea. “You never cut your legs or anything…and you owe me.” He argues with a small pout upon handing you the razor without hesitation. And who were you to deny these facts? When you first moved in with Niall and became accustomed to his hygienic routines, it too became a tradition of sorts for you to kiss the occasional cut he would splay upon his skin by accident. You choke down a giggle at his adorable request and waste no time making the sink’s counter a temporary seat.

“Stay still for me.” You advise, spraying a considerable handful of foam into your hands. Niall hums and lets his hands fly to your hips on reflex as you begin smothering his cheeks and chin with the substance. “Cold,” he explains his outburst.

You chuckle, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I think you’ll live.”

Niall cries again seconds later, asking for music to fill the comfortable silence when you finish applying the foam to his beloved facial hair. You roll your eyes and reach over to rinse your hands in the sink, muttering to yourself. “So needy.”

“You wanted to give me a makeover.” Niall reminds with a pointed look towards you.

“You wanted to give me a makeover.” You mock him in a deeper, accented tone that put his real voice to shame. His hands reach out once more to grab your sides, fingers twitching to jab at your hips as you turn and lift the razor upwards.

“Watch it, Irish. I’m not afraid to use this.” You tease with a mischievous glare. He only smirks, eyeing your concentrated expression as it turns down to your phone and flicks through your selection of music. After finally hitting shuffle on a playlist you and Niall had been worshipping consistently in the most recent days, the two of you finally return to the task at hand. He hums along to the familiar, mellow tunes while you glide the blade across his face with an attentive grip and unhurried pace. The reverberations from his buzzing lit up the nerves in your fingertips and awakened the butterflies residing in your stomach. A small smile graces your lips without your permission or notice, and when Niall points it out with a smirk of his own, all you could muster was a shrug.

“There you go,” you wipe away the excess shaving cream with a damp rag beside you, announcing his shave’s completion.

“Wait! You missed a step.” The man mutters, crouching down to search the cabinets guarded by your swinging legs. He returns to you with a bottle of aftershave not too long after, eliciting a hum from you.

“How could I forget?” You ask jokingly, pouring a scant amount of the liquid into your hands. When you reached up to pat Niall’s cheeks gently, his hands reached to coddle yours and embraced the stinging sensation against his bare cheeks. No time was wasted as he brought his face closer to yours for a loving collision of lips. It was short, sweet, and all-around pure. When you broke away and removed your hands from his cheeks, a small smooching noise echoed amongst the bathroom walls and the two of you chuckled.

“Alright Irish, ready for the next part of your makeover?”

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[kyovtani]

i am 5’10 and chubby and want to give you a big hug 🥺

you are SO cute- i am 5'5 and chubby and wanna give you a hug too, come here baby let me smooch you consensually

#— soft