#his own arms don’t connect to his torso

[transkingcobra]

Wanted some new ref shots and decided to share some lol have a blorbo

My gith Tav Eche’al (he/they)

Chaotic stupid with enough gremlin charisma to get out of consequences ✨

He’s very curious of other humanoid races and loves devouring the “lore” of everything, but also has that sense of githyanki pride and toxic distancing. It isn’t until the tadpole that he makes friends, realizing he actually cares about the istiks he’s shepherding (much like Lae’zel, but far earlier). He also heavily relies on Lae’zel’s knowledge because he was absolutely not paying attention to as much revolving around ghaiks or battle strategy and is learning to regret it. (Some of those early-game gith dialogues are hilarious knowing they should know these things and it fit with his interest in other races that he’d favor learning them and not what he’s supposed to be paying attention to lol)

They became a warlock with the promise to be able to travel and learn all they want to about people. Still fleshing out exactly what that means for who/what his patron is, what they want from him, etc. because I honestly put zero thought into his character when making them originally and just decided this was my warlock run but I feel like it fits for his chaotic stupid ass to end up with a pact

(Also, enjoy Eche’al watching Dammon work, that fucking smirk and side eye sent me, I do not remember noticing that on my other runs, tho honestly I don’t have Dammon make anything usually anymore so I probably just forgot)

They definitely fool around with people but being gith doesn’t typically mean they’re trusted by others so he mostly has experience with other githyanki. Eche’al notices everyone in camp being horny (not complaining, they are too and take advantage of his open options when available) and when Halsin says he’ll help the group he immediately decided yes that means he actually has a chance to possibly take a giant man to bed and gods be damned they’re gonna do whatever they need to do to make it happen 😂 They absolutely see him as a sexual conquest at first but it doesn’t take long talking to Halsin for his caring personality to make Eche’al see him as something far sweeter.

By the end of act 2, they no longer want to learn about Halsin for the sake of learning and better flirting, but want to learn Halsin for the sake of truly knowing him. He’s turned down the rest of the party wanting to be anything serious with him, he doesn’t want that and doesn’t see any of them that way to begin with, and honestly starts getting worried Halsin may want to be “serious” someday too.

Come act 3, Halsin’s confession makes them a bit nervous at first but him explaining how he views his relationships quickly dissipates that worry. The open polyamory Halsin is offering feels like they’ve been given permission to address their feelings without being chained down by them. Eche’al is quickly somehow even more infatuated with his big bear man and more determined to be able to take the big bear man but learns saying “I am githyanki, I can handle it” does not make you able to handle everything.

Friend called him a gwink (gith twink) and now that’s all I think about calling them lol

#that githyanki pride may have gotten Shadowheart killed #rip shart #trying to do a good run but also actually rp him #and yeah the dialogue options and her own personality combo got her killed #that and he listens to Lae’zel at the beginning a lot then warms up to his own thoughts #and the thoughts of the people that actually live there lol #he ultimately wants people around so he can observe them like a zoo #but challenge them and get eldritch blasted into next year #bg3 #bg3 tav #tav #gith tav #githyanki tav #githyanki #also just me or the animations not lining up for gith bodies annoying af #even just the sleeping animation #his own arms don’t connect to his torso #this first run is a Lae’zel romance and the kisses are murdering me #he’s gonna be a Halsin romance after I’m done this campaign #lowkey scared to see those animations #but I need to see him with his big bear man #tkc OC Eche’al

[caramelcleopatraa]

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

another porn with a atom's amount of plot

word count: 1,500~

x: !this is not proofread! 😭 please disregard any mistakes <3 I came up with this idea before my current series "suit & tie", but I never got to finish it.... until now 😏 hopefully you guys enjoy this (not quick) quick thing I whipped up.

content: oral ( f receiving )

“Baby…”

“Yes?” Roman responds with curiosity in his eyes. You had been daydreaming about a specific situation. It was almost disturbing the flow of your daily life. Your husband was always up for trying new things. You've brought up ideas to him that have led to countless nights of exhilarating love making. You didn't know why you were so nervous to tell him something so simple. Perhaps it comes with your own matter of insecurities that stopped you from telling him your newly proposed idea. “Nevermind, sorry to bother you.” You turned your back to his desk to walk out of the double doors of your home office. Roman noticed your sudden change in energy and decided to chase after you. His hand gently, but firmly, latched onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Your back hit his sturdy torso and his hands interlaced with yours. “What’s going on? Y’know you can tell me.”

“U-uhm.. Uh…” Your heart was starting to race and your breathing became heavy. You tried to walk away from him, but you must have forgotten who you married. ���Nuh uh, stay right here. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Aren’t you in the middle of some work?” 

“Work doesn’t matter when my wife needs me.” He tenderly kisses the side of your neck and his hands rest on your hips. A tactic he used to calm you down when you're nervous. Just as he was about to console you, you spoke up. “Can we try something tonight?” Romans eyes locked with yours and he already knew what you were insinuating. He took your hand and led you upstairs to your bedroom. All of his movements were slow, but sure and tender. All thoughts of work were left downstairs. His focus was on making sure he could make your fantasies come true tonight. He sat on your bed and held both of your hands in his. His thumbs worked over your soft skin as his chocolate eyes looked up at yours. “Alright. What fun things have you thought of to try today, princess?” 

“I don’t know how to say this so that it sounds normal.” You nervously laugh and he joins you in laughter. Still massaging your hands, he says “Well you know i'm not gonna judge you.” “Yeah, I know” You took a deep breath and gathered the courage you needed to say the next sentence that came out of your mouth. “I want to sit on your face. But I don't really know how it’s supposed to work. Like am I supposed to completely sit or ho-” Your body was suddenly caged by Roman’s arms as he pulled you on to the bed. It wasn't long until your lips connected, cutting off your nervous rambling. Your lips danced in an intimate fight for dominance against him, in which you lost. Pulling away from him, you were finally able to get a glimpse of him. His once gentle eyes were low and dark, and laced with lust. He let go of your body, allowing you to rest next to him. He scoots all the way back to the headboard and puts his head on a pillow. He motions you to come over to him and you crawl to meet him.

‘Sit.” He says. You look at him with a surprised look on your face. Again, his hands imitate a “come hither” motion. You slowly straddle his chest and move to hover above his face. His hands dig into your plush thighs as he admires your body from below.

“So umm.. Am I supposed to-”

“Sit on my face”

“Like fully sit?” The tone in your voice shifts to a more confused one.

“Yes mama”

“What if I'm too heavy and you can't breathe?”

“Mama, I wrestle grown ass men for a living. And I'll tap your thigh if I need some air.”

His lips kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. “Stop worrying so much. Be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” Soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his way up your thighs. His thumb creeped up to your aching clit, softly rubbing up and down while continuing to kiss and suck on your thighs. Your head tilted back as you held onto his wrists. You started to grind against his thumb, but Roman grabbed your hips and held them in place. 

“Uh-uh. On my face.” His grip loosened, but his hands landed on your thighs and pushed you down. His arms snaked around your thighs, making it impossible for you to escape if you tried. You didn’t have enough time to process what happened, but a long stripe on your cunt fogged your brain in the best possible way. Once his tongue reached your clit, he planted a tender kiss before sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. His hands massaged your thighs while he continued to work his magic. He rotated between teasing you with long stripes up your cunt and ruthlessly abusing your clit. 

Roman’s grip on your thighs still restricted much of your movement. You tried your hardest not to grind against his tongue, but the way he was eating you up made it damn near impossible. His hair laid sprawled out on the pillow below him. His right hand let go of your thigh and quickly slapped your ass, startling you and causing you to jump. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, loving the temporary sting on your ass. After a couple more slaps to your ass, his hand returned to its original place, hugging your thigh and holding you in place. His eyes would remain on you and momentarily close while he relished the taste of your pussy, and the loud slurping sounds he was making added on to your arousal. 

You finally succumbed and softly grinded on his tongue. A salacious moan from him vibrated your clit. In return, your moans started to get louder. You tilted your head down and locked eyes with your lover beneath you. You placed your hands on his while you continued to ride his face. You could see droplets of your juices running down his face. He gives you three taps on your thigh and you immediately rise off of his face with concern. He takes a couple of deep breaths while still keeping his hands on you. “I’m so sorry, did you not want me to do that? i’m sorry i got carried away-“

You take a moment to look at Roman. His beard is littered and decorated with your juices and he keeps eye contact with your pussy the entire time he wasn’t devouring you. “Just need a couple of breaths mama. That’s all,” He says, his eyes finally meeting your beautiful ones. The collective heavy breathing occupied the silence for a couple of seconds before you felt those same hands pulling you down to his mouth. “Don’t mean i’m done. C’mere, need to eat that pussy,” He says, before you’re forced to sit on what will be your new favorite seat. Your consistent babbles and whines only made him harder, making him eat your pussy like a starved man. He loves taking care of his baby. Whether that’s pounding you into the mattress or eating you out until you drench the sheets, it was his favorite thing ever. Seeing you lose your mind because of the things he does to you makes him so ecstatic. 

“Got me addicted to this pussy.” He knew that you loved it when he talked you through it. Every chance that he got, he was gonna talk his shit, and it never failed to make you weak. “aah- oohhh shiiiit daddy you finna- ffuuck make me cum.” He moans into your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips were moving nonstop and you couldn’t stop calling his name. You pried his fingers off of your thighs and intertwined his fingers with yours. His arms were still hugging your thighs in place, and yes, you had the headboard to hold if you lost balance. You wanted to hold him instead. “Ohh myy goddd, daddyy. I’m cummin,” You said, slurring your words due to your mind fogging orgasm. Your movements became uneven and Roman’s hold on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. You let out screams of bliss while Roman lapped up your release, while any remainders he missed landed in his beard. Roman’s hands roamed your lower body as low whines escaped your mouth. He pushed up your hips a little to plant loving kisses on your pussy. “How did I do?”

“Fuck, that was amazing,” You said between ragged breaths. Roman’s deep chuckle vibrated through your body, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You attempted to lay next to him but his hands dug into your skin, preventing you from moving.

“I’m still hungry mama.”

finished this while I was at work :p (so happy that I work at a family business or I would've never finished this today)

🏷️ tags :) @harmshake @jeyusos-girl @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede

~ your hippie author

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #carmenreigns #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x chubby reader #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x you #joe anoa'i

[leakyweep]

Smoker x Reader x Law : Good Mouse

A/N; I had so much fun writing this! @anon-germany enjoy :)

Warnings: Threesome, single hole double penetration , degrading, use of nicknames like slut and mouse, oral (m receiving), double creampie, Law is mean

Word count; 1.4k

The sweat on all three of your foreheads was glistening in the dark light of the SAD room, and soft plaps of skin, gruff curses, and wanton moans could be heard from the corridor if one were to walk past. However; you, Smoker, and Law were carelessly getting your frustrations out in the dimly lit factory, uncaring if Caesar Clown himself were to witness what the three of you were up to.

Smoker was pistoning his thick, veiny cock in and out of your dripping pussy, your hips in his palms as you sat on all fours, gazing up at Law who was fucking his long dick into the back of your throat. All of the attention of both the men was on you, on your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust from the Vice Admiral, on your back and tricep muscles clenching as your body tried to stay upright, balancing yourself as if your legs would give out right under you.

Noticing the way you were swaying and your fingernails dug into the metal floor, Smoker wrapped a strong arm around your torso, his fingers dancing along your skin before playing with your hardened clit, making you moan around Law's length, in turn causing the tattooed doctor groan desperately.

"Is that damned pirate bullying your throat, baby?" Smoker asked, leaning down to rest his chest against your sinfully arched back. Your soft chokes and sputters were turning on the doctor, but pissing off the Marine. He could barely hear the sounds of your cunt over them. "Don't worry, your very own strong Marine is-fuck- here to take care of you-"

"Shut up, this fucking whore doesn't deserve that 'baby' shit. Look- can't even keep eye contact." Your eyelids were closed, trying to focus on breathing through your nose as your throat was currently occupied, but they snapped open as soon as you heard Law's words.

Your mouth was going dry at how horny and fucked out you were, Law grunting as he pulled out. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, brows knitted tightly as Law sent a glob of spit flying onto your tongue. He immediately placed his length back where it was before, sighing gently as his fingers gripped both sides of your head, fucking into it like his very own fleshlight.

Smoker pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling in your core. The silver haired man connected his mouth with your pussy from the back, his tongue exploring your slit as Law pulled back from the wetness of your mouth.

Soft moans tumbled past your lips at the way Smoker's velvety muscle danced along your folds, making your legs press together. He forced your thighs back open forcefully, sniggering against your cunt as he pulled away. He pulled away to move up next to Law, sneering at him.

“I know this shitty pirate doesn’t agree,” Smoker started, placing his hands on your shoulders to position himself next to you, pulling your body on top of his, “but you deserve to be treated, baby.”

A strained moaned fell from your lips as Smoker invaded your gushing walls again, grinding his hips up into you as curses fell from your lips. Every inch was pure bliss; it made your walls flutter around the man as he whispered sweet praises in your ears.

Your back was flush against Smoker’s chest as you noticed Law standing above the two of you, jerking himself to the sight. There was a lustful glint in those dark eyes, and they were transfixed on your stretched out pussy on the older man's cock.

The scowl on his face didn’t leave as he knelt down between your legs, positioning himself as if he were going to fuck you with Smoker’s already thick girth inside you.

You hurriedly glanced up at Law, a confused expression gracing your features as Smoker’s chuckle tickled your ear. “Like I said, little mouse… you deserve to be treated. You wanna get filled up, don’t you?”

You gasped, realizing what was happening. “B-but, it won’t fit- already so full~” the last part of your sentence was accompanied by a moan as Smoker snapped his hips up into yours harshly.

“That was a rhetorical question. You’re going to take both of our cocks, like the little slut you are.” Law’s voice was low as he dropped his chest to sandwich you between the two of them, your heart beating faster and faster at the overwhelming feeling of being filled by two thick, long dicks.

Law’s length poked at the microscopic space between your entrance and Smoker’s veiny hardness, and soon you felt the wind being knocked from you as Law forced his way inside your weeping cunt.

A loud cry echoed through the metal room, tears pricking your eyes as inch by inch, Law and Smoker filled your tight walls. The stretch burned your cunt, like you were being split open through the middle. It was the most full you had ever felt in your life; your fingers were digging into Law's back tattoo as a long, desperate whine left your mouth when he bottomed out in your expanded pussy.

There were strangled grunts coming from above and below, and the men enveloped you physically and mentally. The smell of their sweat mingled in your nostrils, and the way they were both spewing out words, very opposite phrases leaving both the men's lips like an angel and devil on your shoulders, it was overwhelming in all the best ways.

"Taking us so well," Smoker gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. His thumb was twirling your clit, mixing a slight feeling of pleasure into the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The praise made it a bit easier to take the cocks stuffed inside you as Law just chuffed, beginning to thrust.

"Of course this little slut can hold two dicks," Law spat, his hands bracing the floor as his thrusts became a bit more steady and controlled, Smoker's hips beginning to rock as well. You gently called out the doctor's and Marine's names through your moans as Law's palm connected with the sensitive skin of your ass, leaving a hand mark.

As the two men ravaged your spent pussy, you could no longer contain the loud groans from the back of your throat. An inked hand lifted to your mouth, the pace of the man's hips quickening as he pressed his palm into your lips. Your head was pushed back against Smoker's broad, hairy chest now, and you could no longer struggle against the rough thrusting jolting your body back and forth.

It was all too much; and as your pussy squeezed the two men's lengths tighter and tighter, almost as if gripping them into you deeper, you felt the pressure deep inside your core suddenly break, and your body writhed against the abdomens you were squished in between, a moan ripping from your mouth in a loud scream.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! R-right there!" Your words tore through Law's fingers, causing the men to angle their hips upwards. Your sweet spot was being bullied by the men's hardness, feeling their cocks rub and poke at all the best parts of your cunt. A white ring of your arousal was painted around the bases of their dicks, and your breaths were coming out hot and heavy against Law's ear as you heard him grunt.

"Pussy's s' tight, baby," Smoker moaned, and you felt him still his hips as his spend painted your cervix, his cock twitching at the tight pressure in your dripping cunt. Law followed soon after, his cum mixing with the Vice Admiral's deep inside your core. He was shuddering, his hips stuttering against your own. Law's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes glazing over your own fucked-out expression.

All of your breaths mingled into one as you all basked in the afterglow fo your climaxes. Yours and the men's cum was drizzling down between your thighs, pooling onto the floor along with a mix of sweat. Smoker gave the crown of your head a small kiss, praising you for being such a good mouse, taking two men's cocks at one time so well. Law was just running a hand through your hair, rolling his eyes at Smoker's adoring praises.

"Yeah, yeah, Smoker," Law sighed, slowly removing himself from you with a soft hiss at the sensitivity. "Let's go before we get caught." He began to get dressed, not even bothering to clean the juices from his dick before heading out without a word.

You smiled as Smoker stuck his tongue out at the grumpy doctor before pulling slowly out of you, taking care to make sure you were okay and dressed properly. On the way out, you smiled thinking about how you wouldn't mind making this a weekly occurrence.

#smoker x reader #law x reader #law x smoker x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law fanfiction #one piece #one piece fanfiction #law smut #law x reader smut #smoker x reader smut #liv writes #smoker smut

[starrypen]

⋇⊶⊰ MAKING OUT WITH HEESEUNG ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: bf!heeseung x gn!reader

genre: very suggestive…

summary: after a whole day of not so subtly fawning over heeseung, you spy your chance to take matters into your own hands.

with your eyes drifting to the boy getting changed beside you, you’re met with the sight of heeseung taking off the shirt he’d been wearing all day.

“are you gonna shower?” you ask, seeming as though you're absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“nah,” heeseung climbs onto his bed and over you, securing his space between you and the wall. the kerfuffle causes you to lose your phone somewhere in the sheets, but you don’t mind. “i’ll have one later, or in the morning,” heeseung replied, tucking you under his arm as he gets more comfortable.

“okay,” you hum, hand falling to his chest. in response, heeseung placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead, a second on your nose, and, once you looked up at him, a third against your lips. failing to control yourself, you went back for another, this time, not just a peck. his free hand quickly found your leg, pulling it over his own as you deepened the kiss, your own hand wandering his body, resisting the urge to straddle him, which is exactly what heeseung wanted.

against his bare skin, your nails drew delicate lines and circles, details of your hunger, over his torso, trailing down, past his belly button. your lips parted for a moment, searching his eyes for a similar need to your own, which you found within seconds. your lips connected again in a heartbeat, at the same time, your pinky finger toying with the waistband of his sweats. heeseung’s hand left your leg in favour of helping your own, he wanted it, bad. his hand wrapped around your wrist, taking your hand to palm him over his boxers. the boy twitched under your touch, his hand releasing yours, clenching into a tight, overstimulated fist. you pulled away from the kiss once again to see him wince, an almost silent groan escaping from heeseung’s lips. you bit your lip as you stopped feeling him over his boxers, eliciting a few tiny twitches disguised as thrusts from heeseung.

as punishment, you pulled your hand from his sweats, and instead went to his face, cupping it as you whispered, “i’ve needed this all day.”

the heat of heeseung’s heavy breathing only turned you on more, you decided it was the right time to straddle him, and that’s exactly what you did.

“i know,” heeseung smirked, his hands all over your back as he sat up, your chest so obviously a distraction for his eyes.

you laughed and pushed him back to a lying position, before taking off your shirt while starting to slowly grind against him. thinking he was controlling your every move, heeseung’s hands found your waist. you fought against his strength, grinding in every direction except the one he wanted. his hardness could be felt through the layers of fabric, which earned him a small moan from you, one that made his grasp a little tighter, and his head fall back into his pillow in pleasure.

“kiss me,” heeseung begged, making the effort to lift his head back up.

your hands tangled themselves in his now messy hair, you brought your lips close enough to his for him to kiss them, taking your upper lip between his own and humming against it in time with your grinding. with every change in tempo, heeseung narrowly avoided biting your lip. sometimes you’d do it on purpose, hoping he would reward you, somehow, but he never did. serves you right for taking control, you thought, melting into his touch.

#heeseung #enhypen #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines

[palioom]

day twenty-eight - body worship

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: 945

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; body worship, mentions of scars, joel is a bit self-conscious, handjob, blowjob, cum eating

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

She had seen the scar on his stomach before, light against his tan skin. Only adding to the others she had caught glimpses of - the big, rugged one he wore from getting stabbed by a broken baseball bat, the one on his temple, the many, many cuts on his thick forearms.

Joel didn’t like to talk about them, the ones on his back and legs which clearly came from knifes, a random gunshot wound. Didn’t like her touching them, brushing her hands away and taking them into his before fucking her into the mattress of their bed or the tiled wall of the shower.

But she wanted to touch them, unsure if he disliked the scars or the memories connected to them. Regardless of that, she loved them.

So one night, when the rain outside kept her up, reminding her of days hidden in some crumbling, molding apartments instead of this cozy home, she decided to get a better look at them. 

Pulling back the covers, she pulled up his dark shirt, the little slivers of moonshine illuminating his soft stomach. Her fingertips ghosted over the rugged scars, tracing them while his stomach rose and fell with his steady breaths.

Pretty in their own gruesome way, descending her lips onto them for the very first time and hearing how his breath hitched, felt him stir slightly. Her eyes stayed on his face, the lines seeming deeper in the shadows, his hair seemingly more gray in the silver light.

Just pressing her lips against his abdomen, pushing his shirt higher and kissing the swell of his stomach, stopping where his arm prevented her from going further. Instead, she kissed the scars on his arms, Joel now finally rousing from his slumber.

Confused for a moment before he realized, trying to get her to stop but this time, she didn’t budge, leaning over him to press a kiss against his lips before she moved back down again.

“Don’t, baby.” He groaned, voice laced with sleep. “C’mere.”

She smiled, once again kissing that long scar on his left side, noticing how he stiffened at the contact. Something terrible must have happened for him to react like this, but she didn’t let that deter her.

“Let me.” She whispered, her tongue lightly tracing it. Noticing how he got hard beneath her body, always so receptive of her touch after going so long without. “I think they’re beautiful, Joel. They make you, you.”

Joel sighed, torn between enjoying what she was doing and just wanting to forget about the marks that littered his body. His hand brushed some of her hair out of her face, her eyes finding his as one of her hands wandered to the waistband of his pants. A silent question in her eyes which he answered with a small nod, swallowing hard.

“So pretty.” She whispered against his stomach, her fingers wrapping around his hardening dick, soft and gentle.

“They’re ugly things.” He replied and his voice hitched on his breath as he did, keeping her hair out of her pretty face. How could scars be pretty? Especially if they bore such horrible stories like the ones on his stomach. “Not worth the attention.”

She smiled again, pressing more open mouthed kisses over his form, slowly moving her hand when he was fully hard in her palm. Finally able to reach his chest as well after he had moved his hand away, leaving no scar untouched as she continued.

“They’re worth all the attention.” Her lips attached to his neck, feeling his pulse and the vibrations of his groan, then kissed the scar on his temple. She knew why he had that, lingering there for just a little longer before focusing back on his torso. “You are. I love all of them, I love all of you.”

Warmth overwhelmed Joel, not used to such kind and loving words in such a dark and cruel world. The gentleness in which she moved about his body, still moving her hand around his aching dick.

Though that seemed to be secondary, he enjoyed her lips on his body much more than the hand wrapped around him, watching her move back and forth. Paying attention to his stomach, his chest, moving to his arms and to his hands, his neck and then his face again. Kissing the bridge of his nose, right over the tiny scar Joel wore there.

Like she was worshipping him. Somehow he wished she would kiss his back, too.

“You’re so damn beautiful, angel.” He whispered, unable to resist pulling her into one, deep kiss before she continued with a smile and a quiet giggle.

“And you are too.” Noticing that he was close, she pulled down his pants just enough to free his aching cock, settling in between his legs. She kissed his thick, muscular thighs, his hips and the hair around the base. “You’re just stubborn, old man.”

Looking him right in the eyes when she kissed the dark, leaking head of it, unable to hold back any longer as he spilled himself. Most landing on his stomach, some coating her fingers and yet some staining her lips.

She licked it up swiftly with a hum, kissing his skin again and again before she finally pulled herself up and laid next to him. Her hand brushing over his stomach and chest, her nose nudging his jaw as he caught his breath.

“All of you is so beautiful, Joel.”

As much as he hated the marks on his body because of the stories they held, he couldn’t deny that her lips on his body helped ease the pain. Even for just a little while.

#joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #the last of us hbo #joel tlou #tlou hbo #tlou series #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader #kinktober 2023 #my writing

[shuugumi]

a/n : this was kinda rushed but i hope it's good LOL not proofread, requests are open

virgin!bf who already is overstimulated and shy at the fact the two of you are going to that stage in your relationship. rambling left and right about how he should set something up, get the mood prepared for you but all you want from him is to shut up and continue kissing you.

“but i read all these things like, i should light candles, give you a massage to get you in the mood—okay…i’ll—i’ll stop thinking..” he sighs as you continue placing your numbed lips onto his, deepening the kiss as you straddle him. catching him off guard.

virgin!bf who almost cums in his jeans when you grind a bit too hard on his virgin hard on. thumbs digging into your hips as he tries to stop you before he dumps his load into his pants.

“sorry. i’ll try..try to hold it. i don’t want to cum quickly…” he apologizes, unbuttoning the bottom part of his button up just barley exposing his abs and his happy trail that made you feel a lot more warmer down there. “can i—can i take your top off?” nodding he pulls your shirt up and your pretty breasts are on display for him, cupped so greatly by your bra. “i-i didn’t know taking a bra off is this…difficult—ah thank you baby.” he tries attempts to unclip your bra until you help in, your bra sliding down your torso and his eyes become big. looking at your freed breasts he’s shy. stuttering his movement, his hands travel up your torso and softly grabs one of your mounds. squeezing and exploring. “god…these feel so squishy—i-i love them. can i—” “do what you want.” you giggly and immediately he attached his lips to one of your nipples, lapping away at your nipples.

virgin!bf who cums a little bit while he eats you out for the first time. squeezing his balls to try and contain himself but his cum had other plans and wanted to escape! he’s pussy drunk right as he places his tongue in between your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he slips a digit in.

“you’re…moaning. do you like when i do that?” his words are muffled, soaking into your soppy cunt as he moves his finger in and out. and sucking on the bundle of nerves, grinding yourself into his face, “i wonder-wonder if i can write my name on your clit..” he starts to spell his name out and he looks up to see how much your enjoying it, adding another finger and sucking until you come undone on his face. drops of pre-cum mixed with his cum dripped off his hands, “shit i came a little…i-i grabbed my balls really hard.” he laughs as you come down from your high, he immediately goes back in between your thighs and starts licking once more until you push his head away, he’s begging to do it again.

virgin!bf only lasts a few second’s before he’s releasing himself in you. his back against the couch as you ride him slowly. rocking your hips back and forth, littering kisses and marks down his neck. he’s begging for you to kiss him. hands on his chest as you rock back and forth, connecting your lips to his.

“ah fuck baby—g’nna cum. kiss me baby please.” he whines, grip getting stronger on your ass as his dick starts to twitch in you. kissing him with passion, you ride him harder, chasing his and your highs. “fuck your pussy is just squeezing me—ah fuckkk, feels s’good.” he moans out into your lips, “g’nna cum!” breathless you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you continue your pace. soon he’s painting your walls white and your cum mixed with his is leaking down your thighs and onto his own dick.

BONUS:

“how often do you think we can do it?” he pants over you, playing with your hair. “mmm, how many times do you jerk off?” you ask, grabbing onto his bicep and he thinks. “everyday.”

“then we can do it everyday.”

“fuckk you’re making me hard again..”

© 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ; do not translate, copy, plagiarize or upload elsewhere!! all content is owned by me unless stated otherwise.

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[sxxythingz]

Heat

Lo’ak Sully (22) x Human shifting reader (22)

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), cream pie, use of daddy (not much), aged up characters, cursing

Summary: you are in your shifted reality with Lo’ak, as normal, but this time is a little different as you get your first experience with him going through heat.

WC: 2.2K

🛑MDNI🛑

You follow Lo’ak around the forest while he easily moves from tree limb to tree limp as you attempt to keep up, but your legs can only take you so far. “Come on Y/n, can’t keep up?” He looks back at you while you struggle to catch your breath from running while he simply walks. “Oh shut it Lo’ak! My legs are only so long, thank you very much.” He shakes his head with a smile on his face as he walks back towards you, who is bent over with your hands on your knees panting.

“Just admit it. You want me to pick you up and carry you, don’t you?” He smirks as he looks down at you and you roll your eyes before laughing. “Just admit it. You want to pick me up and carry me, don’t you?” You respond back to him, retorting his question. He answers by wrapping his long arm around your waist and lifting you off of the ground, your legs wrapping around his torso automatically. “Better?” He asks you as he stares into your eyes. “Much better.” You respond as you lay your head on his shoulder and he chuckles before continuing to walk to his hut with you in his arms.

Once you get to his hut, he gently lays you down on his cot before he comes and lays next to you so that you two are face to face. His face looks a bit sweaty as he’s panting with a slight smile on his lips as he takes in every feature of your face. “Are you feeling ok? You're sweating and your face feels so hot my love.” You pick up on how different he looks as you feel his face. “I’m fine. You’re just so hot that you make me sweat.” You roll your eyes at his lame joke as a smile spreads on your lips.

“So if you were to go to sleep right now, would you wake up in your real life or here?” He asks you as his large hand grips your waist to pull you closer to him. “I don’t know Lo’ak. I’m more than sure that I would probably wake up in my real life but I wish I could stay here forever honestly. It’s way better than my reality.” You say back to him as he plays with your fingers, intertwining them with his own.

“It’s simple. Just stay asleep forever and there you go, problem solved.” He suggests making you laugh. “Well I definitely can’t do that baby. But I’ll always be here every single night to make sure that I see you.” You lean in giving him a kiss on his lips before drawing back and placing your forehead to his hot one. “Well maybe I can fuck you so good that you wake up with your legs sore.” He smirks at you, making you moan at his words as you go in for another kiss. Your lips touch his again as you feel his hand slither down your waist and grab the back of your thigh, pulling your legs onto him.

He bites your lip soft enough to not leave a mark, tugging at it as you push him to lay on his back before quickly hopping on top of him and grinding your hips down onto his. He grips your hips as he throws his head back groaning, which gives you the opportunity to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks in every spot that you bite. He brings his face back down to yours and your lips connect like magnets as you move your hand to his loincloth, attempting to take it off but before you can he throws you off of him and onto the cot as he sits up.

“Shit.” He mumbles through his pants, looking straight ahead as you try to get his attention. “Lo’ak? What just happened?” You ask, making him finally look over to you, his eyes are a dark green color and he looks spaced out. “Y-you have to go. You have to wake up. I just realized what’s happening, I’m going into heat and I-I don’t want to hurt you, we can’t do this right now.” He tries to get up, but you push him back down, sitting on him once again as he grunts at the feeling of you sitting directly on his hard dick.

“Let me help you Lo. I can make it go away.” You protest as you pull at the string of his loincloth kissing all over his face, him inhaling sharp at the feeling of your lips on him as he places his hand over yours. “I-I can���t Y/n. I can’t control myself when I’m in heat and I can barely contain myself right now. I smell how wet you are and I’m about to fucking lose it.” He growls as he plops his head back onto his cot. You don’t say anything back, instead standing up to peel your shorts and shirt off leaving you in your bra and panties as he watches you intensely.

You get on the cot in between his legs this time as you slowly crawl up to him making sure to keep eye contact with him as you begin leaving a trail of kisses starting at his chest, down to his toned stomach, until you reach the top of his loincloth. You give a soft kiss to the print sticking out through the loincloth, earning a loud moan from him, as you pull at the string completely untying the knot and tossing the cloth on the ground. His hard length flopping onto his stomach as precum drips from the tip down to his stomach as he hisses at the feeling of freedom.

“Let me taste your cum, my love.” You grip his pulsating dick into your hand as you lift it and lick the precum from his stomach first, then from the tip as he bucks his hips. “Fuck! Don’t tease, baby. I need to feel that pretty little mouth on my dick.” You chuckle at his impatience before you leave small pecks all over his dick. “Be patient baby. I’m going to take care of you, I promise.” Without warning, you slip half of his huge dick into your mouth, moaning at the taste as his mouth gapes open.

You bob your head up and down, attempting to take his entire length in each time that you come back down but you never make it to the bottom. “You suck my dick so good baby. You’re doing such a good job.” He praises you as he grabs your hair, helping you go down further onto him, pushing your head all the way making you cough on his dick as he curses under his breath. He lets go of your head and you quickly come up for air as you pant, a string of your spit dangling from your lip to his dick.

“Get on your fucking knees right now.” He demands and you get off of the cot, sinking down on your knees as he stands in front of you, teasing your lips with the tip of his dick. “Open your mouth baby. I want to fuck that pretty face of yours.” You open your mouth wide as he slips his dick back in, grabbing the back of your head as he pulls you to him until he touches the back of your throat, making you gag. “Just like that. Look at you taking my dick so well like the good girl that you are.” He throws his head back as he fucks your face, tears forming in your eyes but you’re enjoying every minute of it.

“Fuck! I’m gonna c-cum yawne.” He tells you as he pulls out of your mouth, stroking himself. “Mouth open, tongue out now.” You follow his orders as you open your mouth and stick your tongue all the way out, closing your eyes. You feel his cum landing on your tongue and the sides of your mouth as he groans loudly. Once he finishes, he squats down to see you eye to eye and he grabs your chin with your tongue still out. “Swallow.” You put your tongue back in your mouth, letting the taste of his cum consume your throat as it goes down. He takes his thumb, collecting the rest from the corners of your mouth and bringing it into your mouth to swallow before you stick your tongue back out to show him.

“Good girl. Now, get back on the cot on all fours baby.” His voice creates a pool in your panties as you stand back up and sway over to the cot, immediately getting on your knees and hands as he comes behind you to rip your panties off of you, leaving your bottom half bare. “Who made you this wet, hm? Is this all for me?” He asks you as he collects the slick onto his fingers, dragging them down your wet slit until he reaches your clit, rubbing circles around it as you moan. “Yes m-my love. It’s all f-for you.” You manage to get out through your moans as you hear him chuckle.

“Fuck, you smell so good. I can’t wait to fuck this little pussy of yours.” You feel him take his fingers away from you before he wastes no more time, plunging himself deep into you, making you let out a loud scream. “Shh, yawne. People will hear you. I know it’s good, but you’re gonna have to be a little bit more quiet.” He jokes, making you roll your eyes and open your mouth to stay something back, but he pounds into you hard making you lose your train of thought as you lay your head into the cot to prevent screaming.

He places both of his hands around your waist, helping him to bounce you back and forth on his dick as you both pant loudly. “Lo’ak… you feel s-so good.” You moan out as you reach down in between your legs to rub your clit, making him growl and snatch your hand away from you before grabbing your other arm and placing them both behind your back as you lay face down on his cot. “Did I tell you to play with yourself baby? You don’t get to touch yourself, only I do.” He gives a hard smack to your ass as he ruts into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your mouth opens with interrupted moans slipping from your throat. “Lo’ak it’s too much! I can’t take it..” You finally manage to get out as you try your best to move away from him, but his grip on you gets tighter. “You’re gonna have to fucking take it baby. No running, just take it ok?” He growls out as he continuously hits the right spot with the perfect amount of force.

“Fuck Lo’ak, I’m gonna cum!” You squeal out as you meet his strokes halfways, grinding yourself against him. “Mhm, that’s right. Cum all over daddy’s dick baby. Let it all out on me.” Your legs begin to shake beneath you as you cum on him, while he grips your ass as he watches you. “Shit! You’re gripping onto me baby, I’m about to fucking cum!” He thrusts into you so hard that the force pushes you flat onto the cot as you feel his cum filling you up while he moans loudly in your ear.

You feel his dick pulsate inside of you before he takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, plopping down beside you on the cot and looking over to you. He notices how worn out you look as you notice that his yellow eye color returns, meaning his heat is over for now, the guilt crowding his face as he realizes what he did. “I’m so sorry Y/n. I couldn’t help myself, I shouldn’t have-“ You interrupt his sentence by grabbing his face and kissing him. “That was worth it. The next time you’re in heat, I want to be right here with you to endure it.” You smile hard as he wipes the sweat from your forehead.

“Do you happen to have 3 days to spare? That’s how long my heat is.” He asks, wishing you could be here permanently with him. “How about I come back here every single day to take care of your needs? But for now, I’ll be here as long as you need me to be.” You reassure him as you peck his lips once again. “Well you might be here for a while, yawne. And you won’t be needing this.” He smirks as he pulls you back on top of him, reaching behind you to unlatch your bra as it falls off of your shoulders and he tosses it to the ground with your clothes and panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He stares at your bare chest, his eyes slowly shifting back to a dark green color as his hands reach up to grope you.

“Ready for round 2?” He asks you as you moan before leaning down until your lips are inches away from his. You smirk as he brings his face closer to yours, desperate to feel your lips on his again but you quickly snatch back to tease him as he groans.

“Bring it on skxawng.”

A/N: I couldn’t sleep and I have been writing this for a few days, so I decided to just go ahead and post it. Also, this picture is literally everything to me and do you guys prefer when Lo’ak’s hair is in a ponytail or down? I prefer it down because I love the way that it hangs and the one in the front is just AHHH… but anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this one because I definitely enjoyed writing it!! 💖

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[turbulentscrawl]

Since you asked for some angsty stuff...Hunters of your choice (can Fool's Gold and/or Ithaqua please be included if you have inspo for them🙏) accidentally fatally injuring their SOs during a match? Maybe they're sad/guilty and they expect their SOs to be fine after the match but then it turns out this death was permadeath/their SO is gone for good?

You…you wanna make those two guys MORE unstable? I like you ewe

Warnings: angst, very intense emotions, extreme violence, character death

Fool’s Gold

The relationship between Norton and Him was as odd as it was volatile, but they shared some deeper-than-understanding connection to one another. Which was why he’d been chosen to break the news to his alternate self, against all his protests. It wasn’t fair. Norton and Fool’s Gold were, at their cores, the same person with all the same desires. The same loves. Norton was hardly given a second to process your death himself and now he had to put himself in front of the broken mirror who’d done it.

‘Fool’s Gold’ stood in that crooked, stiff way of his while staring down Norton with a goading smile. It was just them in the garden—in the spot everyone knew the two of you would meet on full moons.

“Get lost,” Fool’s Gold croaks out. “You know this isn’t your place.”

“Yeah, well, it will have to be for right now,” Norton spits back, crossing his arms tight. It’s a poor comfort, a poor self-restraint. “I’ve got something to say to you.”

“Important enough to interrupt my date night,” He cackles. He rolls his neck, body rumbling and cracking as the coals of his torso shift. “Get on with it, then. Then get out of my wa—”

“They’re dead,” Norton says quickly. There’s no sense in delaying things. No amount of sugar coating will help calm the wrath Norton knows the amalgamation of all his worst parts is capable of conjuring. Fool’s Gold tilts his head a fraction. His grin wavers. “For good. We don’t know how or why. But that last match with you this week, when you…. You killed them for good.” Norton doesn’t try to hide the venom in his voice, but at least spares his counterpart a recounting of the gory details. Of how you suffered, burnt and broken.

“The fuck they are,” Fool’s Gold growls. “You think I’ve got rocks in my head, too? There’s no such thing as death here. Where are they? They’re mad about that hit, huh? I told them not to body block for that--”

“They’re dead!” Norton shouts. “You fucking killed them! They’re gone—for real, forever! The sooner you accept that, the sooner I can fuck off and go back to ignoring your worthless existence!”

Norton was suddenly dangling in the air by a crushing grip on his throat, having been drawn into Fool’s Gold’s rocky hand by the very polarity that had saved his life so many times before. But they shared that, too, and now he was stuck with that dead, enraged eye staring into his.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” Fool’s Gold roars, coughing and spitting all the way. Norton is wheezing too, both of them to quiver and suffocate with hurt carefully concealed under the blame and hatred for one another. “If anything…if anything, you’re hiding them. Think you’re so much better than me that you can steal the one good thing I got? I’ll crush you. I’ll CRUSH you. I’ll bring down that whole worthless fucking manor right to the ground and dig them out myself if I have to—WHERE ARE THEY!”

“It’s…your fault,” Norton chokes out with his last breaths, looking into his own murky eyes. “If you’d…n-never…existed—"

Fool’s Gold slams Norton’s body into the cobblestone like a ragdoll, rumbling the gardens and covering the grass with moonlit blood.

Ithaqua

He was not a man known for his patience—especially when it came to you. Ithaqua had been unbearable to all the other Hunters since your match with him, first enraged, then worried sick, it was completely pitiful. Somewhere between a kicked puppy and a snarling badger. Now, it was the survivor manor’s turn to be subjected to him.

Ithaqua paced in front of the Survivor manor, twitchy and impatient. Anyone who stepped foot outside was whipped into his clutches by a gust of wind and interrogated. He didn’t understand why they all had to make this so difficult. All he wanted was his lover. His other half. Why were these pitiful dolls denying him that?

“Bring them out here,” he’d growled at the squeaky little dancer. She got off the easiest, and that could have been the end of things, if she’d listened.

“Where are they?” he’d asked the psychologist, crushing her throat in a clawed hand while her pet beat at his stomach desperately. He’d let them go, too, because they reminded him of you and him in some pathetic way.

The third wasn’t so lucky. The batter had the nerve to claim you were dead. He was no fool, he knew that didn’t happen. He knew you were inside that stupid building, probably locked away by the rest of these survivor maggots out of some twisted sense of ‘protectiveness.’ Who did they think they were, to keep you two apart?

“You killed them,” the batter spat up at Ithaqua, who loomed over his crumpled body. “You beat them to death…like you’re doing to me now!” Ithaqua laughed maniacally. He’d hit you, sure, but only because you threw yourself in the way of the little blind girl. He’d told you before not to do that. That he didn’t want to hit you, that he couldn’t stop a swing in motion! But you did it anyway and took a detention-ed crack over the head. “They’re dead for good! They didn’t heal, they didn’t regenerate! We had to bury a corpse for the first time ever!!”

That gave Ithaqua some pause. Irrationally, impossibly…he didn’t hear lies in the bleeding man’s words. Something inside Ithaqua snapped with the realization, the thought that you might well and truly be gone. Without word or smile, he raised his axe and brought it down on this survivor’s head. He splattered open like a pinched grape.

It made no sense for true death to happen now of all times. To you of all people. If it were real, though, then there was a reason. Something was waiting beyond this cage. You were waiting, alone.

And Ithaqua would send everyone to meet you there, himself included.

Antonio

Antonio had brought flowers for you, but it was Alva and Michiko waiting for him at your tea party spot in the gardens. They were his friends, but their expressions did not bode well for this visit.

“What’s happened?” he asks, without preamble. “Have they refused to see me?” In your previous match, one in which he was the Hunter, he had killed you. Quite brutally, in fact, though everyone knew by now that whatever happened in matches was not by his choice. It was the reason he’d gathered a bouquet for your meeting today. He wanted to beg forgiveness.

“I’m afraid it’s something else, friend,” Alva says. “Would you sit with us?” he gestures to a seat at the garden table. It’s your chair, the one with a little bow tied to the armrest.

“If it’s all the same, I think I’d rather stand. But if this is not in regards to my love, what is it?” He couldn’t shake the sick feeling in his stomach, despite the small reassurance that you weren’t ignoring him.

“I received some concerning news in my last match,” Michiko spoke. She finally met Antonio’s gaze, and he realized, finally, how exhausted she looked. Like she hadn’t slept in days. “It seems there’s been a change to the rules of the manor. Or perhaps…an exception.”

“Lady Michiko has been punished for nonparticipation,” Alva took over, having noticed Antonio’s focus. “She’s been plagued by night terrors for throwing her most recent match.”

“Why would you do such a thing? What change of rules could have compelled you to take such torture?” Antonio wonders aloud. He creeps closer to his friends, setting your flowers at your seat.

“The survivors were terrified they’d be dead for good if I killed them. They had…proof. I would not be the one to test the theory,” Michiko said. Antonio opened his mouth to question again, but Michiko’s stare cut him off. She gazed deep into his soul, or where it would be if he had one, and he understood. His throat suddenly felt as if there was a stone lodged in it. He fought against his stitched smile with all his might.

“They…?”

“They are gone, Antonio,” Alva said. “I am truly sorry.”

Antonio felt his thins legs quivering beneath him, and suddenly he was in your chair, having fallen into the seat Michiko slid underneath him. He touched the armrests, wishing your hands were there to hold instead. Alva placed a hand on his shoulder and offered a handkerchief with the other.

“You should get away from me,” Antonio told them. He felt his body slipping with his sanity. A dark hole was underfoot, opening to swallow his entire, grief-broken being. He didn’t think he could ever recover from this. His everything was gone, his life, his love, and now the light itself was being swallowed by a devil’s shadow. He knew Michiko was over his shoulder, ready with her knife.

“Let us worry about that, friend,” Alva said. “We’ll be here for you, one way or another.”

Maybe, Antonio thought, he’d get lucky in the coming struggle and be killed for good himself.

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[toruro]

— ✧ luv buzz — c. soobin x reader

description. you and soobin just want to have a relaxing night ... what better way to go about your plans than with a joint and your couch?

tags. smut (+18), bf!soobin, recreational marijuana use, sex while high (consensual, consent is discussed prior to being high), creampie :3, kinda cute ngl, UNEDITED w/c. 1.5k a/n. my first time writing for soobin or txt in general so i hope i did well >_< pls lmk ur thoughts!

“hey baby,” a soft voice murmurs into your neck, large hands gliding over your stomach as soobin pulls your back flush against his chest. he presses a hot, wet kiss at your jawline when you turn your head slightly, reaching over for a glass of water.

you hum quietly, leaning back into his warm touch. through his thin black t-shirt, you almost feel as though his skin is already pressed up against yours. slipping a warm hand under the hem of your shirt and pressing his palm flat against your stomach, he nudges himself closer.

“everything alright?” you ask him, reaching over to grab a lighter from the counter.

soobin shakes his head, burying it back into the crook of your neck, his dark brown tickling at the sensitive skin. “just wanna feel you,” he hums, and you feel heat rush up to your face. tracing your own hand over his resting over your stomach, you sigh, holding up the preroll that’s resting on your ashtray.

“so you don’t want this …?” you tease, waving the joint in front of his face. you can imagine him rolling his eyes, but his head is still turned away from you so you can’t really see.

“‘course i do …” soobin says with a pout, finally lifting his head to place a kiss on your cheek. “want you too … can’t i have both?”

grinning, you now remember why you love your boyfriend so much.

“yeah, ‘course you can …” your voice trails off into a whisper as you turn around so that you two are facing each other now, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“really?” soobin asks with bright eyes when you break away from his lips, your hands hanging off his shoulders as your lower half rests against the counter.

“yeah … it’ll be fun,” you say with a grin, letting your arms fall so you can hold his hand and tug him to the couch, joint still pressed between your fingers, lighter in the other hand. “are you okay with that?” soobin nods shyly and you giggle as he catches up to you. 

you push him onto the couch, soobin falling back and letting his legs spread wide as you climb onto his lap, legs resting against his thighs on the soft cushions. above him, you swoop down for another kiss, this one slightly messier and more sloppy as soobin threads one firm hand on the crown of your head so he can let his tongue slide against yours more deeply. when you both pull away from the kiss, your mouths are connected by a string of saliva that glistens under the dim, warm light of your lamp.

sighing contently, soobin grabs the lighter and joint from your hands as you look out your big window that leads out into the balcony. you catch the sight of the big city outside your apartment building, glitzing and bright despite the late hour, and you think the scene is so beautiful.

turning back to your boyfriend, you smile as you lean down back into him, nuzzling your head into his neck. soobin lifts his arms around you and behind your back, and even though you can’t see him, you hear the click of the lighter and press a kiss onto his neck, finally lifting yourself off him again.

he’s leaning back into the couch, black shirt riding up his torso and revealing some of the soft skin that rests beneath. the lit joint rests between his two fingers and soobin brings it up to his lips adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he finally inhales deeply. the soft rise and fall of his chest is tranquillizing, matching up your breaths with his when he pulls the joint from his lips and holds it in your direction with a raised brow.

soobin huffs out his own spew of smoke when you take a hit of your own, eyes closing as you exhale slowly, blowing onto his face gently. he beams up at you as you place the joint on the ashtray behind you on the coffee table, hips shifting over his as you do. soobin let’s put a soft grunt, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he lifts his shirt up his torso even higher, the other hand meeting the waistband of his pants to shove them down to his thighs.

almost instantly, you pushed down your own shorts, pulling them off completely along with your panties. gliding your fingers through your folds lazily as you watch soobin pull out his half hard cock, you feel your eye life becoming heavy and your skin tingling at soobin’s touch against yours.

shuffling your hips over him, you place your hands on his chest as you lift your core above his tip, soobin taking his own length into his hand to line it up with your entrance. as you sink down onto him, both of you let out happy sighs, pressing your forehead against his.

you can feel him growing hard inside of you, the stretch sending a burning passion through your veins. stilling yourself over him, you lean back to the coffee table and grab the joint once more and holding it up to soobin’s lips. "share," you whisper as he closes his lips around it, his eyes fluttering shut as his chest rises high.

you’re waiting for him with an open mouth, and when soobin finally letting out the excess smoke, he blows it into you before meeting your lips for a kiss. inhaling as you press your lips into his, you reach your arm back to put the joint back down before hugging his head close.

licking into each other’s mouth lazily, you slowly start to grind your hips into his pelvis, his cock shifting inside of you. using one hand to guide your movements, soobin's fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, using the other to grab the hem of your shirt and shove it up and over your chest.

his cheeks are flushed and as the swiveling of your hips becomes more erratic, he bites down on his bottom lip hard. you whimper at the way soobin's now fully hard cock brushes against that one sensitive spot inside your warm cunt, leaning back so that your back is arched and your hands are on his knees.

and fuck, soobin thinks you look so hot with your teary eyes as you start to bounce on his lap, his own hands helping you bring your now sopping core down onto his cock. his boxers and sweats will surely be stained after this, but your mind is too hazy to complain.

it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the way you feel yourself go dizzy on his length. hot skin softly slapping against hotter skin has that overwhelming feeling wracking through your body as a sheen layer of sweat coats both you and soobin. one of his hands reaches up to grab one of your tits, playing with the soft flesh as he moans out your name.

"soobin," you echo with his name, your thighs growing fatigued from their constant motion but not ceasing because you're both just so close. a rough hand goes down to rub at your clit while his other continues to fondle your tits, tweaking the sensitive nub as your movements grow sloppy.

"shit—fuck, fuck, fuck," soobin grunts, his own hips starting to thrusts up so his cock can meet your cunt halfway, battering deeper into your cunt.

"ah, fuck!" you whine, throwing yourself forward to king to his neck and grind your pussy down harder as you feel your orgasm rip through you. "just like that! soobin—"

"baby—baby," soobin groans into your ear as you tug at his hair as he fucks you through it all, his load shooting into you as you squeeze around him. the sensation has your body shivering, tingles running down your spine.

your soft pants stuff the room as your limbs are overcome with exhaustion, entire body falling flat over soobin's chest. "i love you," you murmur, eyes fluttering shut when he slips out of you, one hand running up and down your back.

pressing a kiss to the temple of your forehead, soobin smiles to himself when you look up at him with blurred vision. adjusting the both of you so you're leaning across the couch more comfortably, he reaches over to grab the joint, situating it between his lips.

blowing a soft puff of smoke onto your face as you nuzzle into his chest, he whispers his own, soft, "i love you," as your breaths calm down and fall into sync with his.

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[milkzoro]

cannibalism/vore w luffy 🫁

mdni, smut, gore, blood, cannibalism, vore, creampie, biting

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

he always fucked you so good, you were his pretty little pet. you had fuckable thighs, ass, lips, tits and of course he loved fucking your cunt. he didn’t think there could be any other form of love as intimate as breeding you or decorating your body with his cum. but there had to be something.

luffy wanted to get closer to you, for a connection so deep he thought he needed to consume you. swallowing you piece by piece, luffy wanted you to be inside of him. you could never, ever, leave that way.

he was balls deep in you, his lengthy cock bulging up in your stomach as he filled you over and over again. his teeth found themselves, more often then not, attached to your skin. he always bit your neck, the soft skin under your arms and thighs, your tummy and hips while he fucked you. luffy never neglected your supple skin, always biting hard but never hard enough to draw blood.

luffy was tasting you without you even realizing. the idea replayed at thousand times in his mind, and he’s finally allowed himself to act on his impulses.

sharp teeth carved your skin, stealing a small taste of you.

he mumbled a quick, ‘mm sorry baby’, but didn’t mean it. your cries were too pretty for him to never not do it again.

the mix of your moans and cries and the taste of you metallic blood, it all ignited something within him. your taste was heavenly, he knew for a fact that he was utterly addicted to you. unfortunately there was nothing that could be done to stop him.

your legs were wrapped around his torso, tits bouncing as he poured his precum down your begging hole. you cried for him, wanting him to shred apart the knots that were restricting your raging orgasm.

he continued fucking you, though, his mind only focused on one thing. he was unresponsive to your filthy moans and whimpers as he kept filling your cunt, edging you closer to leg shaking climax. his own pleasure turned dark as he craved you, he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

“haaah…wanna eat you baby — can’t hold back anymore, fuck. don’t run.”

“fuck! yes luffy! uuuuhhhhahhhhhhh eat me!” you mewled out, fulling expecting him to suck on some skin. but pleasure soon turned to pain, the feeing of sharp needles consumed the entirety of your upper body. your eyes squeezed tight and you yelled, drawn out cries fled your quivering lips.

luffy was holding on to you, your legs were wrapped around him as he was still fully inside.

he thought your reactions were so cute, your pretty little sporadic movements as he ripped away meaty pieces of flesh from the curve of your neck. luffy dove in again, this time fully committing. he attached his sharp canines to the center of your throat—sinking them in and tearing out your esophagus.

hot, thick liquid gushed down your windpipes. you were choking on your own blood. luffys eyes glistened as he looked over your tainted body. the flow of red cascaded down your pretty neckline as you struggled to back away. he allowed you to detach from him, your chest heaved trying to do such simple movements. there was no way you could escape.

a metallic taste flooded your mouth while you choked out his name. “lu- huackkk l-luffy…” he stood before you, a sadistic grin was plastered across his face. sticky blood and fibers of your tissues stained his mouth and chin. he didn’t look like your boyfriend anymore…

he was evil.

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[thebearchives]

A5 with carlos i actually need it to live

first kiss drabble goes to u mwah <3

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

prompt: jawline kisses

carlos watched as you shivered, tsking loudly, “this is why you should have worn a coat, mi amor.”

you stuck your tongue out, instantly regretting it when a cold gust of wind blew and pushed your hair into your mouth. you spluttered, reluctant to pull your hands out from where you had crossed them and push your hair away from your lips. 

carlos let out an exasperated sigh, finger reaching out and trailing along the side of your face, guiding the hair away from your mouth. 

you gave him a smile, appreciative, “but a coat would have ruined the look.”

“and a coat would have kept you warm,” his finger trailed down your arm, where the rest of his hand extended and lightly held on, “your arms have goosebumps all over them.”

you couldn’t help but push your arms further into his hand, the warmth from his palms too inviting. carlos was like a heater— no, a furnace. and as much as you wanted to blame it on the fact that he was wearing a warm jacket, you knew better. his hands were always hot, both literally and figuratively.

“yes,” you pushed forward slightly, gauging carlos’ reaction— he let you. you moved closer, “but, i have my big heater of a boyfriend to keep me warm.”

carlos playfully rolled his eyes as you pushed yourself into his arms. his jacket had been unzipped, as if offering you to nestle against his chest. he hissed when your cold body came in contact with his own. even through the white button-up that he had worn, he could feel your icy fingers and arms wrap around his torso. god, you were freezing. even colder than the actual temperature outside.

“mi amor, why do you do this to yourself?” carlos pulls the sides of his jacket up and over your body, trapping you against him.

“i told you already,” your voice was muffled against his chest.

“yeah, yeah,” carlos wrapped his arms around your covered body tightly, “but next time you forget a coat, you don’t get to do this.”

you rolled your eyes, muttering a quiet ‘fine’, before closing them and basking in his warmth. the train wasn’t due to arrive for another five minutes or so, and you could only hope that the inside of it was heated. 

a few beats of silence passed, and you raised your head and rested your chin against carlos’ chest, gazing up at him. his eyes flickered down at you and then back up, but he made no move to entertain your gaze.

your eyes followed the curve of his chin and jawline. you could just barely see one of his ears peeking out from gaps between his messy hair, tinted red like the tip of his nose. your eyes fell back to his jawline, and you caved. you pushed up on your toes, cold lips pressing against his lightly-stubbled jaw. 

carlos was unmoving, but a smile curved the corners of his lips up. he willed himself to not look down at you again, not wanting you to stop.

you placed another kiss along his jawline, just as soft as the last, “thank you, amor.”

he couldn’t help it, head moving back so he could connect eyes with you. you repeat yourself, “thank you for taking care of me, especially when i’m being difficult like this.”

carlos smiled, “well, who else would take care of you if not me, yeah?”

you gave him a pointed look, and he chuckled, lips coming down to meet your forehead, “siempre y para siempre, amor. no hay nadie más que quiera cuidar que tú.” always and forever, love. no one else i'd want to look after more than you.

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[rubyreduji]

take care of you — kmg

summary: even when you are going on a date, mingyu is there for you

tags: smut (minors dni!), fwb, technically roommates!au but its not relevant warnings: explicit unprotected sex, fingering, slight dumbification, squirting, praise, hand kink, car sex, slight jealous!mingyu, slight protective!mingyu, minor angst but mingyu makes it better, mingyu is very Horn-Knee, use of puppy as a pet name, do they have feelings for each other? idk wc: 2.1k an: the name of the guy reader goes on a date with is not another idol, its honestly very irrelevant lol

“So who is this guy?”

“His name is Jaehyun and he’s in my Tuesday/Thursday literature class,” you tell Mingyu as you dig through your closet. You’ve been asked out on a date and now you’re frantically trying to get ready while Mingyu tries to calm your nerves.

“And you’re so nervous because?”

“Because he’s really cute, and nice, and I’d like for things to go well tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a date.” 

“Wear this,” Mingyu says as he reaches over you and grabs a dress off the hanger. It’s a small black dress that has thin straps and hits mid thigh and hugs your body in all the right ways. “It makes your boobs look great. Really sexy, puppy.” His voice is deep and hushed.

You blush at the compliment. Even though it’s been two months since you and Mingyu started hooking up you’re still affected by his sexual comments about you.

“It’s small though, what if I get cold?”

“Any gentleman should offer his jacket to his date,” Mingyu tells you and he hands you the dress. You take the dress and lay it out on your bed as you strip to get ready for your shower. From behind you you hear Mingyu groan. “Really baby girl? You’re going to do this to me?”

“What? I have to get ready for my date!”

“You know you don’t have to go. I can entertain you all night if that’s the problem.” Mingyu walks up to you and pulls your naked body into his chest. He starts to pepper kisses across your collarbone.

“Yes I do have to go Mingyu, I’m not going to stand Jaehyun up.” You push the boy away slightly and Mingyu whines. “But I am still feeling a bit nervous…help me with my nerves while I shower?” You shoot Mingyu your best “I need you” eyes and you run your hand over his waist as you pass by him to walk over to your bathroom.

As you turn on the water you can hear Mingyu frantically shucking his own clothes off before bounding after you into the bathroom. You can feel Mingyu’s warm body press against yours and his already hard dick press into your ass as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. He kisses at your shoulders and neck as you giggle.

You two step into the shower and Mingyu tugs you closer until your lips connect. He hungrily kisses you and you kiss him back with just as much ferocity. Mingyu’s hands grope at your tits and you arch into his touch. You moan out as Mingyu’s fingers pinch your nipple and Mingyu chuckles.

Mingyu knows you’re on a time crunch though so he can’t tease you for long. He doesn’t waste time dragging his hand down your torso before reaching down to play with your clit. You grab onto his broad shoulders so you don’t fall over and whimper as Mingyu abuses your clit with his fast pace.

“Please Mingyu,” you whine, “I need you inside me.” Mingyu only hums and without warning thrusts a finger into your sopping pussy. You cry out and Mingyu smirks and starts pumping his finger in and out of you. It’s not long before it’s shoving another one and then another one into you. You feel stuffed just with his three fingers and your legs start to tremble at how they curl right into your sweet spot.

You’ve always loved Mingyu’s hands. They’re so thick and large and strong. You’ve never met anyone with hands as big as his and they’re even better when he puts them inside of you. His fingers are just the right size to pleasure you and the motions he makes inside of you have your mouth watering.

Mingyu doesn’t pay attention to any of your babbling as he brings his thumb over to rub at your clit as he finger fucks you. His own hips rut into your hip bone trying to find his own release.

You try not to scream out as Mingyu continues to pound into your g-spot. His pace is relentless and you can hear just how wet you are as Mingyu’s fingers drag in and out of you. You feel your pussy starting to clench and a whimper starts to leave your throat.

Mingyu can sense your impending orgasm, so he kisses at the skin behind your ear before whispering to you, “Cum for me baby.”

You let your orgasm hit you and pleasure washes over you as your pussy gushes all over Mingyu’s hand. This makes Mingyu’s hips pick up their pace and soon he’s cumming as well, all over the side of your torso. Your pussy is still fluttering when Mingyu pulls his fingers from you. They’re drenched and not from the shower.

“Shit baby, that was so hot. You squirted all over my fingers, what a good girl,” Mingyu coos as he pulls your body into his. You’re still recovering from such an intense orgasm and you only nod at his words. “Aww did I finger you so hard your little puppy brain can’t think properly? Are you still gonna be fucked dumb when your date gets here to pick you up.” You whine at his words but can’t seem to find the words to say something back. Mingyu only laughs and kisses your cheek.

Mingyu helps you wash your body and hair before helping you dry off. He watches you as you do your hair and makeup and then finally pull on the dress he picked out for you. It takes all of his self control not to just rip the dress off of you and fuck you right there.

“You look lovely baby,” he mumbles into your lips as he kisses you. Right then there’s a knock on your door. “Looks like your date is here, better not keeping him waiting. If there’s any issue just text me.”

You nod and you’re about to tell him not to wait up for you but you know he will so you don’t even bother. You kiss him on the cheek and turn to head towards the door. You jump a bit when you feel Mingyu’s hand connect to your ass and you hear him giggling to himself as you brush it off and head to the front door to meet your date.

Mingyu is sitting on his bed working on his homework when he sees his phone light up with a text. He picks it up to see it’s from you.

Puppy &lt;;3: gyu…pls come pick me up [location]

Mingyu doesn’t even bother to close his laptop screen before he’s up and out of the room. He slips on his shoes quickly and rushes out of your shared apartment and down to the parking lot. He’s at the restaurant that you’re at in record time and there you are, standing in front of the building, shivering in your tiny dress.

“Oh puppy,” Mingyu mutters to himself before rushing over to you, already pulling off his own jacket to drape around your shoulders. Up close he can see that tears are staining your face and ruining your makeup.

“Mingyu,” you cry when you see him and rush forward to meet him. Mingyu pulls you into his arms and wraps you up in his jacket.

“What happened baby?”

You try to catch your breath before telling Mingyu about your date.

It started out well and he was being super nice until he got a text on his phone halfway through the meal. He then went on to talk about how he didn’t actually like you and you were just a dare by his friends to make a couple bucks. He told you how easy you seemed so he asked you out to prove to his friends that he could get a date. The money had transferred to his account halfway through the meal and he got up and left you all alone.

“That bastard, I’ll kill him,” Mingyu growls.

“No Gyu, don’t worry about it. I just want to leave,” you tell him. Mingyu’s demeanor changes and he nods. Mingyu helps you into his car and as he’s about to start driving you grab at his hand.

“Y/N?”

“Can we maybe…finish what we started earlier?” It’s dark in the car but you can feel your face heat up as you ask the question.

“Baby…I don’t want you to do this if you don’t feel like it. Don’t try and prove something just because some asshole.”

“No I want to, I want you Gyu,” you tell him. “It’s not about Jaehyun, I just want you. Been needy for you all night since the shower.”

Mingyu nods before starting the car. “Well if you want me baby, that’s what you’ll get.”

Mingyu’s hand grips your bare thigh the whole time while he drives. You look down at his hand and the way his hand tenses as it squeezes at the fat on your thighs. You feel yourself getting wet just by staring at the veins in his hands.

Before you know it the car is coming to a stop and you look up to see that Mingyu has parked the car in a secluded area. You don’t know where you are but you can’t even think about it because Mingyu is pushing his seat back and pulling you over the center so you can straddle his thighs. When you settle down in his lap you can feel his dick is already hard through his jeans.

Mingyu’s lips are on yours and you kiss him back with just as much, if not more, passion. Your hands are all over each other and you tangle yours in his hair as he nips at your bottom lip. You feel Mingyu’s hand squeeze your ass through your dress and push it up a bit as he does. You’re still wrapped in Mingyu’s jacket so you slide it off and throw it into the back seat. The new access to your bare skin has Mingyu releasing a low groan and ducking down to kiss at your chest and shoulders. You whimper as his teeth graze your skin and you grind your hips down into his. The roughness of his jeans feels heavenly against your cunt. Your thin lace panties are already soaked and you know that your arousal is leaking onto Mingyu’s pants but you can’t seem to care much, and neither does Mingyu.

Mingyu’s hands come down onto your hips and he guides you as you grind against him. Mingyu lets out a soft curse before he’s lifting you up again so he can shove his pants and boxers down his legs. His cock springs out from the confinement and hits against his torso. The sight makes lick your lips and your pussy clench.

While you’re distracted Mingyu’s hand is sneaking down between you guys so he can touch your clit. You jump a bit when you feel the pressure but you quickly melt into the touch.

“So wet already,” Mingyu mumbles more to himself than anything. “Bet you could already take my cock.”

“Yes Gyu, please. I need your big cock filling me up,” you beg. Mingyu has to steady his breath as he hikes up your dress and pulls your panties to the side. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance before slamming your hips down into his. You both groan and without meaning to Mingyu’s hips stuttering up into yours. You already feel so good, pleasuring coursing through you, but it intensifies when Mingyu starts to thrust into you for real.

“So good for me. You look so pretty baby, riding my cock like such a good girl,” Mingyu tells you over and over again. You wrap your arms around his neck and he guides you up and down his cock at a furious pace. His hips pound up into you as you bounce on his cock and you want to cry from how good it feels.

Mingyu’s hands come up to pull the straps of your dress down your arm so he can pull the cups of the dress down to expose your breasts. When they’re free he doesn’t hesitate to latch onto your nipple. He swirls his tongue around the bud and you whine at the stimulation. 

The tip of his cock keeps curving right into your g-spot and you can already feel your impending orgasm approaching. Mingyu’s hand reaches down and squeezes your ass before using it as a handle to help guide your movements. After a couple more thrusts you feel your pussy clenching before you release all of the built up tension in your body. You cum with a sob and then not even two seconds later Mingyu is cumming inside of you, a string of curses leaving his own mouth.

“Oh fuck puppy,” Mingyu mutters as his hips still rut into you slightly. Both of your breathing is heavy and Mingyu is still mouthing at your breasts. “I told you wearing this dress was a good idea.”

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home: Arc 2 Part 10

Happy Wednesday!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Word Count: 1.4k

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The sun was high in the sky when Tim stirred the next morning. He and Bart were the only ones still in the guest room; Cassie and Conner must’ve gotten up already.

Bart had an arm tossed over his torso and his head was shoved into the pillow inches from Tim’s. No way to extricate himself without waking his friend, so he let his eyes close again. It was a long night and they deserved a lie-in.

But it was not to be. Moments later, the door banged open and Conner was there.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” he called out. “Breakfast is ready!”

Bart grumbled into the pillow and Tim nudged him with his elbow. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Don’t think we’re gonna be given a choice, Bart.”

“But, Rooob,” Bart complained, “you’re comfy.”

Tim yawned. Cassie ran into the room and jumped on the base of the bed.

“Come on, guys! It’s almost noon!”

“That early?” asked Tim. “I changed my mind. Give us another hour.” He covered his eyes with his arm and tried to roll over without displacing Bart’s arm. Bart pulled him closer.

“You’ve gotten like twenty calls from Bruce, Tim. You might want to answer them.”

Shit, Bruce. Tim missed morning check in and Bruce must be panicking. He grumbled and pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard. “B’s a worrywart.”

“Dick’s called a few times too,” added Cassie.

“They’re both worrywarts.” Tim yawned and held out his hand, and Conner passed over his phone.

Bart sat up next to him with his own grumbles and rested his head on Tim’s shoulder so he could see the screen as well.

Conner had only been slightly exaggerating. Ten new calls from Bruce, three from Dick, and one from Alfred. His texts, on the other hand…

Tim opened the group chat and sent a message.

Tim: We’re fine. Just had a late night and needed to sleep in.

After a moment’s hesitation, he added,

Tim: Return will be delayed by a few days. Will give ETA when I have more information.

Immediately, he received an incoming call from Bruce. Bart laughed against his cheek.

“No way am I sticking around for a bat interrogation. Kon, you mentioned breakfast? Are the Drs Fenton around?”

“Nope, they’re gone,” said Cassie.

Tim answered the call as Bart pushed off the bed. He and Cassie left discussing breakfast options.

“Hey, B,” said Tim as soon as the call connected.

“Report, Robin. What happened? Why’d you miss check-in?”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to. Stayed up late catching up with my friend and then overslept this morning. Everything’s fine.” Tim expertly ignored Conner’s raised eyebrow. Why did everyone make such a big deal about lying to Batman?

“Hn.” Shit, that was Bruce’s I’m-not-sure-I-should-believe-you ‘Hn.’

Tim let the silence drag on. If he got too defensive, Bruce would absolutely know he was lying through his teeth.

“You just overslept?”

“Yep. Stayed up late playing a video game. It had to do with ghosts.” And sprinkle in just a bit of truth.

“Set an alarm for tomorrow. Do not miss any further check ins. When will you be returning? I need to arrange attendance with your school.” Bruce was clearly not happy.

“It’ll probably be a few more days. I’ll give you an update on this evening’s check-in. After Danny gets back from school.”

“I want all your homework completed by the time you return to Gotham, Tim.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you need help with transportation?”

“Nah. Conner’s agreed to take me back.” Not that he had asked. He looked up at Conner and raised an eyebrow in question.

Conner rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly and nodded. Tim grinned back and gave him a thumbs up.

“Very well. Is his phone working yet?”

“Uh, let me ask.” Tim looked up to Conner. “Is your phone working yet?”

Conner shook his head. “Nah, they weren’t able to get to it. But Cassie’s and Bart’s are.”

Tim relayed the information to Bruce who merely hummed. “Very well. Your next check in will occur before nine PM, Tim.”

“You’ve got it, B. Talk to you then!” Before Bruce could ask any more questions or begin to doubt his lies, Tim ended the call.

“Dude, I can’t believe how easily you lie to him.”

Tim shrugged. “I don’t get why people think it’s such a big deal. You just have to know what he’d expect and play into that. So long as he doesn’t learn Danny is also a superhero, this’ll be easy. And my chats with Danny are so encrypted not even Bruce will be able to hack them.”

Conner just shook his head. “Whatever you say. Now, come on downstairs. Cassie and I’ve been listening to the news and we’ll give you the rundown on what’s going on.”

“Where are our hosts anyway?” asked Tim as he followed Conner through the house.

“They went to Danny’s school to give an assembly on ghost safety and help implement some new security protocols for the students.”

“Danny’s not gonna like that.”

On the way down the stairs, Tim heard the voice of a newscaster.

“…why Phantom has hidden his connection to the Justice League. Perhaps we were too quick to judge him a menace. Though the Fentons still insist that all ghosts are merely posthumous consciousness implanted on ectoplasm and evil. I suppose we will just have to see. Either way, the combined work of Phantom and the Teen Titans has appeared to scare away the invasion last night. Due to their hard work, no casualties occurred, however the city did suffer hundreds of thousands in property damage.”

Cassie passed him a bowl of cereal and selection of protein bars. “We heeded your warning about cooking, so you’re stuck with a cold breakfast of stuff Kon and I picked up at the store.”

“Thanks.” Tim took it and started eating. “So what do we know?”

“The ghosts seem to have disappeared,” said Cassie. “But I don’t know if I trust it. They could be hanging around invisible or possessing people. The Fentons left for Danny’s school about half an hour ago and according to the news, the mayor will be there as well.”

“We’re hoping that’ll be broadcasted as well,” added Conner. “Considering how many times the mayor said he’d be at the school this morning when he was giving his press conference, I feel like he’ll want it publicized as much as possible.”

Tim nodded. “At least by publicly associating with him, our presence seems to have helped Danny’s reputation as a hero in the town. He’s been struggling with that.”

Bart snorted. “Wonder why. His parents love his alter ego so much.”

On the TV, the newscaster said, “Now, let’s switch to our correspondent live in Casper High!”

“Looks like it’s starting! Think we’ll see Danny in the crowd?” asked Bart.

Tim shrugged and moved until he was sitting right in front of the TV, eating mechanically as the mayor proved he was only there for the photo-op.

At least until the assembly was interrupted when a giant humanoid-wolf creature attacked. “Shit,” said Tim as he tried to call Danny.

Who of course didn’t pick up.

“I’ll go see if there’s anything we can do to help!” said Bart who was gone before Tim could agree or disagree.

Five minutes later, his phone rang. He set it to speaker before answering. “What’s going on?”

“The wolf escaped, but Danny wants us to stay put. His parents will be returning soon and he doesn’t want us to raise any suspicions. Since this time it’s only one ghost, he should be able to handle it.”

Tim ground his teeth. “Fine. But tell him to keep us in the loop.”

“Will do!”

The call disconnected. And a minute later, he had a new group message.

Danny: Hey, Tim. I’ve added Sam and Tuck to a group chat to keep you up to date at Bart’s request.

Tim let out a breath and added Cassie, Bart, and Conner.

Tim: I’ve added my friends to make it even easier Tucker: Tell Conner I’ll work on his phone as soon as school’s over Tim: He says thanks

And then Bart was back.

Tim sighed. “So I guess we’re sitting tight until the Drs Fenton return. I feel blind right now.”

Cassie sat next to him and bumped their shoulders. “We’ll figure this one out just like we have all the ones before.”

Conner sandwiched him on the other side. “Yep. And the Fentons don’t seem like the type to hide information. They’ll tell us everything we want to know.”

“You’re both right. We’ll fix this and be home before we know it.”

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A little bit of a quieter segment after two weeks ago, but all the action is happening with Danny and co. It'll pick up shortly, though!

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[morehotch]

wake up

info: just waking up with aaron, fluff, kissing  (+ gender neutral reader)

wc: 1.1k

Aaron loves waking up with you.

Today, Aaron wakes up first like he usually does, smiling softly to himself when he realizes your limbs are still tangled together, still in the same position you fell asleep in last night, his arm wrapped around your waist and your legs draped over his. 

Aaron picks his hand up from where it limply rests around your hip as his fingertips gingerly graze over your bare shoulder, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin softly.

Usually a small touch like that wouldn’t wake you- but it was Aaron’s touch. Aaron’s touch is different and it always has your eyes fluttering open instinctively, the feather light taps flooding your body with so much warmth that it makes you eager to open your eyes and greet the man that you know awaits you.

Today is no different as you move your arm first, muscles stretching as you push up on his torso. Aaron watches you dazedly, watching the way your eyelashes meet your skin for a long blink before you look up at him with a simplistic stare of love.

You look at him with a sleepy smile as he stares intently, drinking in every detail of your movement. You feel comfortable under his gaze- eyes not shifting and body staying still in security. You feel completely exposed and completely comfortable with Aaron, staying pressed against his warm body as you’re left wondering who would speak first.

Today  it’s Aaron, as his rough, low morning voice breaks the light, silence-filled air. “Good morning,” he rasps, words laced with tiredness and sleep. It’s a vulnerable tone that you appreciate, knowing how few people get to hear his sunrise mumblings that tickle your close skin, words settling into the small space between the two of you. 

The light that streams from your windows pours into your shared bedroom, hitting the details of his bare face so perfectly, highlighting the pointed slope of his nose and the large brown pools of his eyes and messy, endearing bed head.

He doesn’t look at you for a response, instead letting you toy with his fingers, fitting them in and out of your palm as you blink away your sleepiness. 

“Hi,” you whisper back after a few moments, slightly leaning off of him to settle into the crook of his arm, letting his hand that was wrapped around you trail along your spine to settle at the small of your back. Aaron’s large palm spreads over your skin, pushing up your thin shirt to press against your bare skin, his warm hand meeting your equally warm back.

He smiles at his own action, letting his eyes crease in the familiar way that you’ve grown to memorize and anticipate. The way his eyes are so knowing, it sometimes feels as if you don’t even have to speak with Aaron- he just knows.

Aaron always knows and he knows now that you want to kiss him. He can see the calculations in your eyes, the slight movement of your hand that comes to gently cup his cheek. Even when he anticipates your touch, he’s still struck by how soft your hand is and how carefully you hold him with such pure, gentle intentions.

You thumb over his delicate skin and lean up suddenly to kiss him, lips barely connecting with his as Aaron’s mouth grazes along your chin. It’s messy but there is no embarrassment or hesitation. There’s a sense of understanding that it was the drowsiness you both shared that intruded upon your attempt at affection. 

You are only together for a few quick seconds and as soon as you pull away, you want more. Aaron adjusts his hand accordingly, helping you prop yourself over his body to meet him again. This time, more awake and with intent, as you tilt your head at an angle you’ve memorized to perfectly meet Aaron’s lips, using all the minimal energy you had in the early morning to melt into Aaron sweetly.

You feel his hands everywhere at once, roaming your waist, your hips, and shoulder leisurely, dragging across your exposed collarbone. Your body has grown to learn and practically memorize how Aaron touches you as your lips part against his, letting your hand run through his silky strands of hair. He softly kisses you, raising up to meet you halfway as you feel warmth flood your body, feeling more and more awake with every second that passes. 

You break away but remain close to Aaron, lazily resting your head on his chest and letting your eyes close for a few seconds that stretch into longer moments of serene silence as you listen to Aaron’s slow breathing. 

Silence with Aaron was comforting- it was different from normal, tense quietness that always implied impending consequences. 

Quietness with Aaron only meant a shared feeling of overwhelming satisfaction and contentment, at a place in your relationship where no words were needed. That level of comfort and domesticity always surprised you, but silence with Aaron reached intimate places that words weren’t necessarily able to.

“Should we get up?” Aaron asks hoarsely, already knowing your response but asking anyway. He wants to hear more of your voice. It seems like it will never get old, it seems like there’s always something new to discover. Maybe it’s the draw of your words or your little sigh or the way you looked so tired yet awake and so in love, whatever it was- it was entirely captivating. 

Aaron never thought he could be that enamored with someone, where every little movement felt so memorable and every experience with you felt so transformative. It’s easy to feel lucky,  because he wakes up everyday to the very person he dreamed of. 

“No,” you mutter against his t-shirt, lulling him from his thoughts as you feel his chest shake gently from small bursts of muffled laughter.

“Okay,” Aaron relents easily, sinking down further into your bed, not needing that much convincing anyways.

Your lips brush against his now close shoulder and move silently to kiss his neck and you smile against his warm cheek that’s pressed close against you, feeling a satisfying prickle of stubble against your skin. You resume almost the same position you had woken up in, secure in Aaron’s hold as you think about the upcoming day.

When you’re lying in bed with Aaron, it seems like a separate place, disconnected from the rest of the world in the best possible way. It’s a pure place, full of pure intentions. A place to start your day and return to at night, waking up in each other’s presence and touch before tending to your eventual responsibilities and obligations. It always guaranteed a small burst of happiness for Aaron and it always ensured that he goes to bed and wakes up with something to look forward to. It’s something he is sure that he needs, something he wants, and something he never wants to lose. 

Aaron loves waking up to you.

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[hummusxx]

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Jude Bellingham x Reader  18+ Warnings: Smut ( with fluff)

Babe, can you come take this for me?” Jude asks as you guys were about to leave and head out to dinner which started 10 minutes ago. You put your purse on one of the lounge chairs and he hands you the camera. “Just stand right there and I’ll tell you when to take It” Jude tells you while moving you to where he wants you to take the picture. “Sure, but we need to be quick we are already late” Jude looks at you with a smirk as you say that. “Sorry babe I don’t do quickies. I’m more of an hour-long type of guy.”

You open your mouth wide and look at him in shock. “Love close your mouth, wouldn’t want any flies going in” He laughs at you. “Oh, piss off and let me take the damn picture” you hear him laugh at you. “So when can I take this picture” you start to get annoyed with him and his giggly behavior. “I’ll tell you when but first.” he says walking back toward you and giving you a quick peck on the lips. He walks back to where he was and tells you when to take the picture. After taking the picture he comes up to you and gives you another peck. “Can we leave now I’m starving.” You complain because you guys are now 20 minutes late to dinner. “I’m starving but not for dinner” Jude smirks at you as he puts the camera down and grabs your waist.

“Are u drunk?” Jude shakes his head No and starts kissing your neck. He reaches to grab your butt as you try to talk “Ju- Jude we need to leave I’m serious” stuttering as you say this, he looks up from the place on your neck he was abusing “and I’m serious… serious about you” he goes back to the spot on your neck. “Jude- “he picks you up without warning and puts you over his shoulder and carries you upstairs “Jude oh my days you’re going to drop me” Jude slaps your butt “What about- “

“I’ll text Toby later and tell him we ate somewhere else.” Jude says while climbing up the stairs. “Plus, he has more than enough people to keep him company.” Jude opens the door to your guys’ bedroom for the week. He Puts you on the bed and connect your lips with his. At this point you have accepted that you are not winning this and give in. Jude runs his hands all down your torso and grips at your waist. “Take everything off and give me a second.” you giggle as he detaches his lips from yours and runs out of the room.

You do as you are told and remove everything. Sitting on the edge of the bed you hear him running up the stairs. He opens the door and just stares at do with his mouth open. You don’t notice the camera you had used minutes prior in his hands until he walks up to you and waves it in your face. “Jude… what are u doing?” a questioning tone comes out of your mouth.

“Well, I think that masterpieces should be captured and you …  are the best masterpiece ever” He doesn’t give you time to react and angles the camera to where the camera can see u looking up at him with desire and hunger in your eyes. He takes the picture and looks at it. “Mine”. He pushes you back on the bed, sets the camera down, and starts to remove his own clothes starting with the shirt and then making his way to pants. You squirm waiting for him.

“Jude” you breath out “hurry”, He leaves his briefs on and climbs on top of you while stoking your waist. “We have all the time in the world” he leans in to kiss you “So why rush” after he says this, he smashes his lips on you with such hunger and desire. You adjust to the sudden force of the kiss and kiss him back. He gropes your breasts as you reach your arms down to try and take his briefs off. “No” he gets up from on top of up and pulls you to the edge of the bed just you your feet are dangling off. “Spread” he says in a demanding voice. You spread your legs and watch as his kisses the inside of your thigh “Jude please” a breathy moan come out of your mouth. “So wet” Jude looks up from in between “and all because of me” he grins and goes back in between your legs and starts to finger you while sucking on your clit. You gasp and the sudden action and cover your mouth. Jude looks up and sees this, he stops and grabs your hands and puts them away from your mouth.

“No need to be quite love” he goes down again and continues to suck and finger you. You are a moaning mess and scratch and his head trying to push him deeper. “Jude i-im ab- “he swiftly removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue going as far as he can all the way inside of you. You are moaning louder than ever about to reach your climax. He moves his tongue in and out of you at a fast pace. “I’m- I’m Cumm- “you cum all over his face and in his mouth.

He gets up and grabs the camera that he tossed on the bed. He takes a picture of your exhausted state, your makeup has now been ruined and smudged all over your face, getting a close up of your face and pussy. “Get on your knees” he says as he closes your legs and pulls you up while switching spots he sits on the edge on the bed while you sink to you knees. “Wait” he calls out and grabs the camera, once again. He takes another picture of you in all your glory on your knees for him. He grabs your chin while you start to message him through his briefs. He sets the camera beside him and grabs your neck so he can lean down to kiss you. As he does this you are preoccupied with trying to take his briefs off. “Let me help” he starts to grab your hands. “No” you demand, and you move your hands away from his.

 You lay him back on the bed and he lifts his hips up so u can take his briefs off and try to take him in your mouth. Jude grabs your head and helps you take his full length closing his eyes while you move up and down using your hands on the section that won’t fit.

 “Jude are you in here” Toby says as he opens the door. Jude’s eyes shoot open and look at the door to see Toby there standing in the doorway. You take Jude out of your mouth while trying to cover your body with your hands. “Brum get the fuck out of here are you mental” Jude yells and toby closes his eyes so fast and closes the door. “Oh my days this is why you guys weren’t at dinner. You guys are disgusting. “Toby yells from outside the door. “LEAVE TOBY” Jude yells as you giggle.

 “Well, I guess that the end of that” you say as you stand up to put your clothes on. “Can we go get food now” complaining as you watch Jude get dressed after you. “Sure” he grumbles mad about that fact Toby had to ruin it all. “Jude, we have all weekend it’s not like it’s our last day here” you grab the camera off the bed and look at the pictures “You’re so hot “Jude says while leaning over your shoulders. “I Know” you wink at him and put the camera back on the bed.

 “Come on, I’m starving” you take his hand in yours and start to make your way downstair and out the door while Toby looks at you guys in disgust “You Guys are Actually disgusting” he whispers to himself. “What was that” you look back at him with a playful look. “Nothing” he says smiling and goes back on his phone. “That’s what I thought. We’ll be back soon byee!” you say as you and Jude exit out of the Villa laughing.

Hummus’ Corner

If any of ya’ll have any corrections ya’ll want me to make, please tell me. I hoped you guys liked this. BYEEE

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[linaxk]

leon kennedy

og and remake re4 leon- (nsfw ofc)

idrk what this exactly is, just a dump of headcanons and imagines? just enjoy.

- before you his sex drive definitely wasn’t as high, this man loves you so much that he seeks it out with every small opportunity. you’re half naked after a shower? bricked up. you’re undressing for a shower? hard. you bend down and he gets the view from the front or the back and he’ll come up behind you or in front of you and watch as you get back up with a small smirk. you’re lying on the bed or the couch and you’re in that position where you lay on your stomach and one of your legs is at an angle, your ass poking out and curving so deliciously. he’ll sit down next to you and caress your skin, every curve and crevice.

- when he’s needy he’ll get close to you, his eyes half lidded and pressing himself into you, turning himself on more each second when he hears the words that come out of his mouth, blabbering about how good you smell and how much he needs you, asking you very nicely to just please fuck him. his hands find themselves around your waist and he’ll start almost dry humping you, trying desperately to feel a little relief. he is always so vocal, grunts and groans, shaky breaths and even whines or whimpers escaping his pretty lips as he shuts his eyes and can’t help his mouth hanging open. you try so hard to hold back and not give in to tease him for just a little longer, until he gets so loud that you can’t take it anymore, getting on top of him and telling him to work, telling him to get rid of the layers and watching as he desperately tries to remove your clothes, being careful with your pretty panties and throwing everything away, not even being bothered about his own clothes, he’ll simply undo his pants and pull himself out of his boxers, looking up at you expectantly and letting out a groan when you smirk at him, and connect your lips, making him wait for even longer. but then when you finally grind your bare pussy on his cock he’ll let out a strained groan, throwing his head back, his hands loosely on your thighs, right where your hips bend. you get to watch as his muscles tense under you, and you run your hands over his whole torso and big strong arms, your hand lingering around his throat for a moment. you can’t tear your eyes from him as he tries to keep his own open and watch the way your body moves on top of him, mumbling curse words and praises.

- when he gets needy in public, his voice changing and his breath getting quicker and that look that everyone would immediately notice, you’d tell him to wait, there’s people around. he’d purposely pull you a little further away but still in sight, kissing your neck and his hands travelling lower and lower, “need you, baby. right now..” he says in a husky voice that you just cannot resist. you’ll keep an eye out for anyone watching and look back at him, “leon.. there’s people..” you’d whisper and bite your lip, trying to hold back your own noises of pleasure. “i don’t care.. need your hands on me, please.. and when we get home i’ll fuck you real good, alright?” that’s an offer you can’t refuse, your hand found itself in his pants, palming over his erection through his boxers. sliding under the waistband of the boxers when you hear him getting louder. he’ll let out a loud grunt, and your heart races, if you’re lucky nobody heard it. your movements get faster in attempt to get him to finish faster, but he only gets louder and makes you more paranoid. “mmh, i’m sorry, you know i can’t resist.. i’m trying..” he’ll say when he notices your nervous expression, taking your free hand and bringing it to his mouth, your thumb grazes over his lip before you shove two fingers in his mouth, it feels so good, feeling his tongue swirl around them, now you understood why he loved doing it to you. when he’s about to cum you remove your fingers and warn him to be quiet and listen to his frantic breathing, so tense and biting his lips to try and stifle his sounds. when you brush yourself off and go back to whatever you were doing, he’ll hold your hand the entire time, following you and whispering in your ear about how much he loves you and how good he’ll fill you up when you get home.

- when you’re needy, you’ll sit on his lap, playing with his hair and nuzzling your head into his neck and chest. your hands around him and pressing your fingers and nails into his back, starting to move on top of him. your pussy pulsing and your panties more soaked by the second. he’ll look up from whatever he was doing and watch you for a moment with a lazy smirk on his lips. his hands always on your thighs. “what do you want, baby?” “tell me and i’ll give it to you, pretty.” when you manage to string together a few words he makes you say it again and louder this time, licking his lips when you obey and pout at him slightly, your fingers curling and your hips moving harder into him. “mhh, you want my cock, pretty baby?” “that bad huh?” “do i turn you on so much, [nickname]?” his teasing words only fuelling you more, whining and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “mhh, why don’t you take it yourself?” he’ll say after making you beg him to give you his cock. he’ll chuckle and laugh as you desperately try to undo his pants and don’t waste even a second as you lower yourself on him, crying out when you feel the way he stretches you out so good. he’ll take a shaky breath, trying to keep his composure, more praises and playful teases leaving his mouth, but you notice the way his voice deepens slightly. you’ll sped up your movements, not being able to say anything but throw your head back in pleasure, but he needs you to look at him and takes your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him as you bounce on top of him. he’ll play with your lips, his thumb caressing them and holding them open. “such a pretty mouth..” he will not shut up the entire time, saying how much he loves you, how he loves the way the soft flesh of your thighs and tummy press into him. how much he loves watching your boobs bounce and how tight you are, how he loves your messy hair and half lidded, cock drunk eyes. he encourages you when he notices you’re close to your orgasm, his hands on his waist and moving you up and down harder and faster. he starts getting louder when you clench down on his length and you take the opportunity to do something that always makes him lose control, inevitably making him cum inside you. you lift yourself, only his sensitive head inside you, when your cunt clenches around only his sensitive tip, he lets out a moan, gritting his teeth and his fingers digging deep into your hips and thighs. he’ll forget how much he teased you and buck his hips up into you, saying how sweet your tight pussy is and how crazy you make him as you ride off your own high. now he’s all in and he’ll pick you up, throw you on your bed and give it his all, making you lose track of how many times you cum and making a complete mess on the cute soft sheets.

- he loves giving you head, does it more often for his own pleasure than yours. he’ll come home with a little nerves and immediately look for you, his headache easing a little when he smells your sweet intoxicating perfume, but not saying any more than a “hi, baby.” and a quick kiss and he’ll get on his knees, not caring about your gasps of surprise and pull down your tiny lounge shorts, letting out a moan when he sees that you’re not wearing any underwear, pulling you closer to his face by your thighs and immediately diving into your sweet pussy, eating you out like he has been starving all day. one hand propping up your thigh and his other caressing you and finally landing on your clit, slow circles as his tongue thrusts in and out of your desperate pussy. not when you’re finished, but when he is, he’ll get up, kiss your forehead and go get changed and pick out something for you two to do.

- he also loves getting head. he never really enjoyed it, until you changed his whole world one day, on a mission when he got an inconvenient boner, you offered him a blowjob since you were the one getting him in that situation. you managed to make him crazy for your mouth. you’re so skilled at it and you make him feel so good that he started to get cocky and really confident, slapping his cock on your face and pressing the tip on your lips, praising your pretty lips and your fucked out eyes. “mmh, such a pretty mouth and it’s all mine. ruined for anyone else..” he’ll put his hand on each side of your face and thrust into your mouth, you hollow out your cheeks to make him feel even better and grip his thighs, tears staining your cheeks. “so so goood.. gonna make me cum and you haven’t even started..” when he finally does, he pulls out of your mouth, and he finishes himself off, but you call out his name and beg him, opening your mouth, “aww, want me to finish in your mouth baby?” he chuckles. you nod and open up, feeling him twitch and watching his face, his mouth hanging open and grunts escaping his throat. “swallow like the good girl you are, yeah?” he’ll say in a husky, low voice, before his warm cum coats your tongue and the roof of your mouth. thrusting into your mouth at a slow pace until the pleasure wears off, tucking himself away and picking you up, laying you down and littering your body with kisses.

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