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daddyhausen · 21 days

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Face sitting hcs with Randy Orton please?

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 WWE MASTERLIST」 | 「 RANDY ORTON MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — face sitting headcannons w/ randy

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], face sitting, oral sex [ female recieving ], female orgasm, squirting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 264

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x randy orton

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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he may come off as a selfish bastard most of the time

but when it comes to your pleasure, oh boy is he a gentleman

he will pull you atop his chest, practically begging you to sit on his face

despite your protests that you’d suffocate him

all the better he thought, what a wonderful way to go out, trapped between the luscious thighs of the woman he desired most

tongue hunrily lapping up your juices like a man starved

he’s greedy in the sense

not letting up until you’ve cum thrice on his tongue

sucking and nipping at your swollen clit

calloused hands holding down your lips as his tongue explores every deep cervice of your gorgeous cunt

his words muffled against your fold

tongue soaked with your slick as he devours you

the more sensitive you grow the more languid his movements become

not trying to overstimulate you, edging you so he taste you a few more time over

will shower you with praise, despite his words being mumbles into the cacophonous void of your cunt, drowning him out as your hips buck and writhe against him

he gets off on the though of you squirting all over his face

so much so he begins to pump his cock the moment your cunt made contact with his tongue

and when you do eventually spill over, he cant help but cum, white hot ropes coating his knuckles

he’ll plant soft kisses to your inner thighs after, allowing you to cum down from your high momontarily before stuffing his fat cock deep inside you

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#randy orton #randy orton x reader #randy orton smut #randy orton fanfiction #wwe imagines #wwe smut #wwe #wwe fics #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut

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neopuppy · 9 months

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for jeno HARD HOUR teehee could u idk write him mean and kinda evil maybe idk he seduces his step mom who is married to his dad

warnings. stepcest, mommy kink(omg…….im sorry…..), breast play, teasing, Jeno hates his dad- act surprised.

Jeno really can’t stand his step-mom.

Not because she’s awful or even a bitch, no.. in fact, she’s perfect. Too perfect for his nasty cheating low-life asshole father who could care less for his mother, now ex-wife.

“Ah Jeno, it’s so nice to have you home again.” Your sweet cheerful voice interrupts his fuming thoughts, the back of his head instantly relaxing into the mound of your breasts as you circle his neck and lean down to hug him. “You hungry? I stocked up on all of your favorites.”

Nuzzling back into your warm embrace, he sighs, eyes drifting shut to inhale the notes of peach and cucumber wafting from your freshly cleansed skin. Supple soft radiant skin he knows you spend meticulous hours of the day exfoliating, lotioning, rubbing with oil only for your useless husband to caress his old disgusting rough hands upon.

“Missed cooking for me?” He mumbles, shifting to bury his nose in the column of your throat to fully immerse himself in your savory scent.

“Look at how skinny you’ve come back, that school not feeding you properly or something?” You reprimand, patting over his flat stomach lightly. “I have to make sure to keep you full for the next couple of weeks before your break ends.”

Nudging the top of his head with your chin, you continue into the kitchen, still in your silky pajama set. Something short, hardly covering your abundant chest, dad wouldn’t have his young little trophy wife any other way, always ready for the taking.

Jeno can only imagine how many mornings his father has snuck up on you making breakfast, bending you over to fill you up before heading to work. Fucking bastard doesn’t deserve to even touch you, let alone any of those fake moans you must practice to please him.

“Are you worried about me?” Jeno’s chair scratches across the kitchen tile, slowly lifting up to get a better look at your buttcheeks squeezed by your panties, innocently bent over in search of a pan. “Maybe the school cafeteria doesn’t serve anything that satisfies my hunger.”

“I’ll fix that,” too distracted on your hunt for the right spices and oils, you fail to notice how close Jeno’s gotten, hovering behind you with a smirk as your robe slips from your shoulder. “You’re the one who wanted to go to school so far away. You could be eating my home cooked meals everyday if you’d just stayed local.”

“…is that so?” A grin teases at his lips, halting your hand from adjusting your robe to push it down left to fall unceremoniously at your feet.

A shiver runs up your spine sensing his breath fanning across your shoulder, palms smoothing down your waist to your hips. “Jeno?”

“I’m hungry, mommy.”

“Jeno? Wha—“ your hips stay locked in place, shoved against the kitchen counter by the stronger ones behind you knocking forward to trap you.

“I missed you too, mommy.” Shoving his hips forward, Jeno’s girth slots between your flimsily covered ass, rutting quickly to lodge between and create delicious friction against his cock. “You know what I really missed?”

“Je-Jeno.. what are you..”

“Last summer when you moved in, each different ridiculously tiny bikini you wore around the pool; your fat tits barely contained, just how dad likes it huh? I guess we have that in common.” Keeping you held against the counter with his hips grinding in circles against your ass, hands find way to your shoulders, swiftly dropping down the straps of your nightgown leaving your breast to bounce out freely. The morning crisp air circulating around the house breezes past your nipples, hardening the buds instantaneously.

“Sweetie, this.. this isn’t right, your dad—“

“Is an asshole.” Jeno bites, cupping your breasts that overflow in his hold, the fat squeezing between his digits pushing out a deep groan from deep within his chest. “Fucking decrepit dickhead, bet he can’t even get hard from this alone? I’ve seen that erectile dysfunction prescription.. can’t even take care of you and fuck you right can he, mommy?”

To emphasize his point, Jeno’s hips swerve, fucking forward vigorously for the thick shape of his rod to slam between your panty covered behind, nightgown bunched up over your hips from his incessant humping. “Can’t tell me a pretty young thing like you doesn’t miss it— hours and hours of getting the life fucked out of you.”

The kneading and massaging at your chest accompanied with your step-sons evidently large size has you panting, hands gripping the kitchen counter for some relief. Shaking your head, you try to ignore the way your hips rut back to find his, biting down a moan from escaping. “Jeno, please.. sweetie, d-don’t.. your dad..”

A rough slap under your breasts silences you, the fat rippling beneath Jeno’s strength as he delivers another slap, working in succession to bounce and smack each with his chin perched over your shoulder rambling on and on about how good you look like this. Perfectly pliant, needy, face full of ecstasy all thanks to your step-son.

“Dad has great taste, I’ll give the old fuck that.” Jeno snickers, teeth digging into the vein lining the side of your throat. “Had me hard as a rock fucking into my fist all summer, tried to get over you by filling up any hole.. couldn’t get your pretty body off my mind.”

“Jeno, baby.. w-we can’t. Your dad, he’ll.. he’ll kill you.”

Breath staggers against your neck at the term of endearment, hips fucking against you in earnest. “You think I fucking care about him? What about you? What about the mess you’ve made mommy? How can you do this to me? Tempt me all the time with these perfect fucking tits and expect me to leave you alone now?”

“I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry Jeno.. I didn’t—“

“Baby, I’m your baby.” Jeno pinches your nipples roughly, pulling and slapping forcing a loud echo of skin on skin to barrel across the kitchen. Jackhammering his hips faster against your ass. “Tell me to stop, don’t fucking tell me what dad wants. You tell me to stop.”

“B-baby… I-I…” a sad pathetic cry sounds, dropping forward loosely as your thighs tremble erratically, held up only the rough grip on your chest undoubtedly leaving behind marks of nails and bruises.

“Must be true.” Jeno grunts, shoving your underwear down. “Like father, like son.”

#nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct smut

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zvdvdlvr · 3 months

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Aaron Hotchner forehead kisses 🤩 yes please omg like just imagine him kissing you on the forehead when he finally convinces you to get some sleep after you've been injured in the field. Or when you get home from a long case and you're finally standing together in the privacy of your own kitchen just having a little moment or when you're sick and he checks your temperature by pressing his lips to your forehead

🤭

Yesyesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!I knew you would get the vision!!

I can already hear his “i think you should stay home today, honey” as he comes up behind you as your struggling to get your shirt over your head due to your injured arm. You want to be mad, you want to protest and tell him you can do your job just fine, but as you open your mouth, Aaron presses a sweet kiss to your temple and you just know you can’t argue with him.

Of course the smug bastard chuckles as you relax into him, but hes too in love to actually say something. So instead he gently unthreads your shirt from your arms and turns you around to face him by your waist.

“Does that mean you’ll stay home with me?” You ask, hands restinf on the back of Hotch’s neck, playing with the baby hairs on his nape.

He hums. “I guess I can call in… only if you admit you’re in pain.”

You groan and shove your face into Hotch’s chest. Of course he would manipulate you into admitting something is wrong.

“Come on, baby. Give me a reason to stay home,” Aaron muses.

You’d be a fool not to give Aaron what he wants, wouldn’t you?

— 🧠.

YES IM TELLING YOU HOTCH WOULD TAKE ANY OPPORTUNITY TO KISS YOU PERIOD.

aaron kissing you on the forhead after you tell him you don’t feel well :’’)))

You were normally a trooper, pushing through illness. But when you could barely get out of bed and your teeth were hurting, you knew you wouldn’t last the day at work.

“A?” You rasped, throat dry. “Gonna have to stay home t’day.”

Aaron looked at you from the mirror, already concerned that you hadn’t moved from your spot on the bed. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Jus’ an infection, probably. I think I should stay home,” you explained.

Aaron abandoned his tie. He rounded the side of the bed you were on and brushed aside your hair to gingerly kiss your temple. “You have a fever, honey,” Aaron stated, looking at you with soft eyes.

“Don’t kiss me, A, you’ll get sick.”

Your husband only shrugged. His eyes glinted as he pulled off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Someone’s gonna take care of you, honey. I’ll be damned if it’s not me,” he said coyly.

You felt a smile tugging at your lips as you rolled your eyes.

— 🧠.

KISSES IN THE KITCHEN!!!! YESYESYESYESYES.

hotch pulling you closer to him by your hips, memorizing every glint and speck in your eyes as his own welled with unshed tears. It was a tough case, but you were both safe. That’s all that mattered in Aaron’s eyes.

A single tear races down Aaron’s cheek only to be gingerly wiped away by your thumb. “I know, angel,” your murmured, letting Aaron kiss your temple before leaning over to rest his head in the crook of your shoulder.

— 🧠.

IM CRYING I LITERALLY NEED TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THAT GOOD GRAVY IM A GENIUS

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inkelea · 6 months

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stolen kisses! ✭

pairing: smoker!lee know x fem!reader

synopsis: when you find your “enemy” killing his lungs in school grounds, you can’t just pass by and keep walking.

genre: fluff, (angst if you count yelling as such), enemies (more like rivals) to lovers (kinda), suggestive, non idol!au, hs!au, short fic.

warnings: talk about smoking addiction, smoking, kissing, kinda suggestive themes (nothing too bad tho!) at the end, cursing. (tell me if I missed something.)

word count: 1.0k

a/n: omg guys hi. first of all don’t smoke that’s so bad for you it’s just for the plot✨. if lino feels off im sorry it’s my first time writing for him😭 also again this is totally fiction not trying to like paint lino as the smoker bad boy lol. hope you like it:)

the wet dirt feels soft under your boots, reminding you of the current weather on your way to class. rain had taken over the night, your sleep being almost interrupted by the sound of it.

your thoughts about last night’s nightmares end when you smell a particular cigarette scent and see the frame pushed against a wall. you roll your eyes after recognizing the leather jacket and slightly red hair.

lee minho, as always, is being annoying. you can’t quite pick out the day you started to despise him, but it has everything to do with his fixation on you. fixation on picking on you, that is. ever since he came in new in your sophomore year, he has been annoying you in some way or another. most of your mind is filled with thoughts about him, and not in the way you would like a boy to be in your head.

holding back is something unknown to the both of you, making you stop in front of him and hold your head high.

“you think it must be funny, giving the younger students a bad example. you’re a senior for god’s sake.”

he looks at you with an eyebrow raised, cigarette between his index and middle finger, arm hanging close to his leg.

he leans to get closer to you, a cocky grin already on his face. what a bastard. “just because you’re the perfect student who can’t have even just a bit of fun doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be prissy, miss perfect.”

your head hangs low as you try to compose yourself. he knows right where to strike you to make you lose your temper.

he is leaning against the wall once again, chin high while looking at you with a smirk, cigarette about to be smoked one more time.

“i’d rather be a prissy than be addicted to something that steals my money and kills my lungs, mr dead.”

the drag from his cigarette is stopped as he looks you up and down, laughing right after and smile getting even bigger. you kind of wished he wasn’t annoying or a smoker, or both. at the end of the day a pretty boy was a pretty boy.

“okay then tell me, princess of rules, what do you expect me to do each time i want a drag, huh? punch someone?” he licks his lips, your mind wonders if they must taste of cigarettes. “it’s really insensitive of you to pick on someone for their addictions, not what i expected from you.”

on one hand, his fake pout makes you sigh loudly, making him grin to himself. your annoyed face was kind of cute, he had to admit. on the other… you do want to help him quit, even if you know he isn’t planning to do so any time soon.

“you could eat candy or something, i don’t know.”

“so you’re telling me to exchange addictions?”

you know he’s playing, his only goal firing you up, and still, you can’t stop the flames that start to light up in your chest.

“you’re such a hypocrite! if you wanted to quit, you would at least try. there’s so many options you can try, even stupid ones like using a rubber band, or eating gummies or hell what do i know! kiss someone! so stop acting like you’re the poor victim because we both know you aren’t. stop being such a pussy.”

you close your eyes and take a big breath. god how much you hated him. and his habits, his goddamn habits.

his eyes open like plates, and then a light bulb lights up inside his head. getting closer, he puts his hands on your shoulders. your head automatically snaps back.

“what are you doing?” your eyes frantically look from side to side, momentarily longing on the cigarette left behind on the floor. you are so going to kill him.

he leans closer to you, heads almost touching. “i feel like having a cigarette right now.”

your eyes close slightly, your hands in your jacket pockets. he is so… close, you think you might be able to hear his heartbeat if he gets any closer. you hope he doesn’t hear yours, it would only skyrocket his ego.

“what about it?” your head goes up again, looking him down.

“you said to kiss someone.”

your heart skips a beat, he can’t be serious.

“didn’t exactly mean me. maybe some of those sophomores who get so giggly when they see you with the lighter ready.”

he thinks of stepping back, but then he catches your eyes going back and forth between his eyes and lips, which only makes his eyes twinkle.

“they’d probably beg me to teach them how to smoke, kinda contradicting don’t you think?”

“you’d probably enjoy it, wouldn’t you? probably love people begging for you too huh.”

your hands go to his collar, pushing him a bit against you. seconds later he is kissing you. his hands are in your jaw and his thumbs hold your head high. he does taste like cigarettes, but you don’t seem to mind as much as you thought you would. just as it started it ends, much to your dismay. you would scold yourself later.

he keeps peppering your face with kisses for some time, taking small breaks from each one, making you think he actually was stopping himself from taking another cigarette with each kiss.

you feel the need to make things clear, so you speak up as he plants kisses on your neck. “i still hate you.”

your breathy voice while you talk makes him smile and leave a last peck on your lips, deciding to make fun of you a bit more.

“okay, i’ll go find some other pretty girl to kiss. don’t even worry about it.”

your right hand smacks his arm, his smile only grows bigger.

he may be as annoying as someone can be, but you have always liked helping people out…

@mochamvgz

#bjnet #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee know scenarios #lee know fanfic #lee know fluff #lee know x reader #lee know x female reader #skz x female reader #stray kids x female reader #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #inkelea

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jaylleoo14 · 4 months

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How I like to draw the twst characters because nobody asked

♡ i like drawing Jade two ways: Pretty boy twink or a "your daughter calls me daddy too"

♡ For Azul its either an unhinged crazy ass who might secretly be a boy loser or a fucking smartass scum who isnt pathetic

♡ Floyd is.... well, Floyd. He's silly! I love him unconditionally <3 (no i dont thats a lie- ACK HELP HES CHOKING ME-) Joking, I LOVE drawing him having threatening and scary faces. (that goes for Jade as well)

♡ Idia is either a whimpering begging mess or hes a fucking cocky menace whos actually threatening

♡ Leona is soft shy lion or a badass (yasss slay queen, we stan you‼️) and sassy at the same time (Have you seen the way he stans with his hand on his hip?)

♡ Vil is just strait up serving cunt, no words needed (she is always SERVING from the university of servington with a degree in serving cunt) I always draw him winning because she always is (we stay winning💯)

♡ Rook is an unhinged stalker with a crazy obsession or he's just a silly little lad whos always supportive of others (I like drawing him threatening too)

♡ Epel is my pretty boy who I love to draw because he's so pretty. I like to draw him very wild though and rambunctious

♡ Rollo is literally the same as Idias except he tries to hold his pride feeling really embarrassed

♡ Riddle has a strong presence and personality which i like to convey, being ruthless yet being incredibly soft. I like drawing him cute and pretty sometimes too :3

♡ TREY HAS NICE MF ARMS YOU KNOW DAMN WELL IM DRAWING HIM SCRUMDELIOUCIOUS

♡ Cater makes me sad, so I indulge myself in it. I like drawing him around deep and depressing themes, sometimes dark as well.

♡ Ruggie is either street punk cool and swaggy or damn attractive with an unhinged and sneaky overlay

♡ Jack is so cute to me, I like drawing him as the tsundere he is with a playful side to him with the overprotective bodyguard vibes

♡ Ace... I HATE THAT STUPID MF!!! God he's so annoying we might as well date already >:( He's super playful and flirty and i like drawing him sly and sometimes awkwardly flustered

♡ Deuce is my baby boy crush >\\\\< Hes so precious literally he's my soft boy. I love him sm omg

♡ Malleus is so awkward and somewhat stoic, yet thats what makes him cute! He's like a himbo to me hahahaha hes so silly to me sometimes but then im like, oh wait, hes hot. And then i do a 360 and all of a sudden he's this hot smirking bastard

♡ Lilia is so drippy he's my little doll, I want to style him in so many different ways (●ˇ∀ˇ●) and he's so badass yet girlypop at the same time, hello?? No one can pull it off like Lilia does, its the bisexual in him 🤞

♡ Silver is so sweet and pretty, though I always draw him sleeping because its so easy just drawing someone sleeping in low quality T0T (sorry Silver stans)

♡ Sebek is a silly little guy who I want to kick for the fun of it sometimes ^-^ But I like drawing him getting teased a lot or often getting picked on because I find it funny

♡ Jamil being a sassy overworked mom who always too tired to show any type of expression other than showing anger, exasperation, or an anxious stressed out look. Other than that, its a tired deadpan face for me as he's holding a mug saying "kys." Jamil is like a little hater to me and I stan that <3

♡ Kalim being oblivious and a bit slow, but other than that hes the happy radiating sunshine we all know as. I like giving him moments where hes so genuine and kind where you're just completely soft around him and an arrow shoots through your heart

♡ Ortho is that friendly neighbor! I like him drawing him being supportive of others and always being Idia's right hand man who can also be sneaky and sly

This doesnt usually apply to their yandere self though ^^

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lostinwildflowers · 1 year

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YO (idk if I can do two together like this but) number 17 from the gestures prompt matches SO WELL with the first line from the dialogue list ("Hold on, let me fix this for you." ) LIKE OMG. IMAGINE THAT WITH HAWKS. IM DEAD ALREADY.

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Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Reader

Summary: A dressed up night is unusual for you and Hawks, yet all you want to do is go home and relax together.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing NSFW, Hawks being a flirty shit, fluff<3

A/N: Just for my special Nem Nem! I've actually been on an MHA kick so this works in my favor. Enjoy some ~shmexy~ Hawks! -Birch<3

Prompts used:

1. "Hold on, let me fix this for you."

17. Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Waiters and waitresses rushed by your table, platters of fine wines and cheese charcuterie boards bustling past. For one of the fanciest and highest-rated restaurants in Japan, you somehow felt uncomfortable.

Your husband, Keigo, sat across from you at your premier seating arrangement. Your view was gorgeous, you couldn't deny it.

It was a red brick rooftop overlooking the city below, with the sun setting across the skyscrapers, painting them in soft shades of lavender and baby blue just as the sun was sinking.

The city below you was alive, it was Friday night after all. Horns honked on the roadways below, everyone rushing around to meet up with friends or get home to watch the newest episode of their favorite show.

The best view was the one sitting across from you- Keigo. Leaning back in his chair, he seemed completely unbothered by the looks the two of you were getting.

It wasn't hard to see why he was the best sight around. His blonde curls were soft and smoothed out of his face, just a stray curl falling out of place to lay on his forehead.

His hair was longer than usual, but you didn't seem to mind. You preferred to run your fingers through the feathery pieces when they were longer, as it gave you a way to draw him close to you.

Keigo's skin was clear and ever so slightly dewy from the heat of the night, the bastard. Paired with his golden gaze and dark, thick lashes, he was glowing.

The part that seemed to have you bewitched was the white button-down covering his torso. It was a plain, white dress shirt, yes, but Keigo made it look like it should have been on a runway.

The sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, showing off his strong and thick forearms. To fancy up his outfit, he even wore his newest watch, the silver glinting with the rays of the sun.

As if that wasn't enough, a few bands of silver covered his fingers, the rings enhancing the length and thickness of the digits, which you had to keep steering your mind away from.

Keigo seemed to be on a roll trying to distract you because in addition to his arms and hands looking inviting, the top two buttons were undone around his collar. His defined clavicle poked through, the necklace with your initial hanging around his neck making your heart flutter every time you looked at it.

To top it all off, well-fitting black slacks and dress shoes pulled the whole look together. And he had the audacity to sit across from you and not even realize he was a heaven-sent angel.

"Hey love," his voice rips you out of your trance, "I'm thinking I either want the grilled chicken salad or the pork shogayaki. What do you think?"

His eyes flash up to meet yours innocently, his golden gaze genuine as he gauged your reaction. He gets distracted looking at you though.

There you are, looking shy and uncomfortable, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Your hair was pinned up on your head, leaving your neck accessible to the air to stay cool.

Small bits and pieces of jewelry donned your ears, wrists, and neck, but nothing too flashy. Even though Keigo promised to take you to the fanciest place in Japan, you didn't feel like standing out.

A black dress was your first choice, the cut tight around your waist but flowed out around your hips, the fabric perfect for getting twirled around the dance floor.

Keigo's favorite part about your look? The deep burgundy lipstick that glimmered almost too much on your lips. They just looked so kissable, so bite-able, that he was completely distracted from ordering.

You look back at your husband, giving him an uncertain smile before mumbling, "Oh, that all sounds lovely, but..." You trail off as another set of waiters hustle by, and you scooch toward Keigo to avoid them.

His hand immediately comes up to rest on the back of your chair, his gaze following the wait staff to ensure none of them touched you by accident.

When the coast is clear and he turns back to you, your face still holds a hint of nervousness. He smiles at you softly and asks, "Spit it out, love."

You close your eyes and huff before picking up his golden gaze and murmuring, "I kind of just want to go home."

Before he can say anything, you wave your hands in front of you and protest, "And it's not because dinner isn't going to be good or I don't enjoy the view, or that I don't appreciate you bringing me to this really fancy-" "Y/n/n," he cuts you off.

He gives you a wide and cheeky grin as he replies, "Doll, I was waiting to see how long it took you to break." Your mouth falls open in shock as you playfully swat at him, but he chuckles and catches your failed attempt.

Instead, he clasps your wrist and hauls you to your feet, walking you around the tables to the edge of the restaurant. His wings poof out behind him, and he releases your hand to step up onto the edge of the roof.

Then, Keigo turns around to face you, well aware of the gazes of everyone around you glued to his spectacle. He grins wickedly before offering you his hand and stating, "My lady?"

You roll your eyes as you take his hand, and just like that, you are whisked off into the sunset. You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips as he wraps his arms around you, the wind tugging at your clothes and hair.

Keigo tries flying as smoothly as he can to get you home comfortably, but he also enjoys the time he can have you wrapped up in his arms without a care in the world.

The second you land on your specialized balcony after your short flight, he sets you down gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. Keigo gazes down at you softly and whispers, "I don't care if we go out to the fanciest place to eat or stay in and order KFC. I just want to see you smile and be happy."

Your hands come up to play with the hair at the base of his neck as you whisper back, "I am happy." He smiles at you gently, leaning in to kiss you before he freezes.

His sharp gaze manages to see a smudge of lipstick at the edge of your bottom lip. Must have bumped something on the flight home.

You pout as he pulls away from you, and it takes everything in him to not lean down and smash his lips against yours at the plushness of your lips. Keigo just chuckles and says, "Hold on baby, let me fix this for you."

Your body stills as one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip to clear off the small red stain. Just before he can completely pull his hand away, you ever so slightly lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his finger, painting it red.

You can feel his body pause against yours, and you giggle at the red suddenly dusting Keigo's cheeks. "Good to know I still have that effect on you after all these years," you joke, tightening your grip on his hair.

"Oh love, you have that effect on me every day. And in this dress?" He whistles at the end of his sentence, his gaze flickering up and down to take in your appearance. Keigo's words are flirty, yes, but his eyes are full of love as he leans into you, gently nuzzling your nose against his own.

"Keigo Takami, are you just trying to get in my pants?"

"Y/n Takami, are you always this enchanting?"

"C'mon bird brain, show me how you'd like to clean up this lipstick."

"I can think of a few different positions~"

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dimlylittorch · 4 months

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okay, i may—or may not—have an idea regarding your archivist!reader and simon🫣

what is he’d find some other soldiers on base either not talking nice bout them or being kinda mean/teasing towards them?

what would he do heheh?

i mean, he already said they don’t know how to treat someone like them…

(just me brain rotting over my pookies🫣)

omg yes!!! literal brain rot over simon and his archivist (the whole concept of an archivist reader is so self indulgent bc im a history major in university rn and im planning on having some kind of similar job😭)

okay, so! how simon would react:

I think it would definitely depend on who they are, and what they said.

-Let’s say it’s something small, but mean nonetheless. ‘how did a chubby piece of work like that get a job on base?’ Simon is def annoyed, but he doesn’t take it TOO seriously bc he knows it’s kind of a fair question, just not asked in a nice way. People weren’t used to seeing soft people on base!! You were a little anomaly- one he adored. If a new recruit said that, he definitely has Price give them extra work and training. If someone higher up said that, he pulls them aside and has a chat with them himself. ‘Learn to act like an adult and watch your bloody mouth’ may or may not pin them up against a locker to make sure his point gets across

-now let’s say it’s something just outright uncalled for. ‘now we know why the cafeteria keeps running out of food..’ Simon is absolutely fuming. If it’s a new recruit, he finds out when they’re alone next and seeks them out, ruffing them up a decent bit so they get the message. If it’s a higher ranking person, he knows if he wants to make an impact, he needs to get Price involved. Tells Price he needs to demote them/fire them/cut their salary- whatever Price will agree to. Price is confused, but Simon plays the ‘you’ve known me for long enough to trust my judgment’ card.

-now.. if someone ever lays a hand on you? Shoves you aside, trips you because they think it’s funny.. Simon has no issue taking physical action, making sure they end up in the infirmary for a good while, getting Soap and Gaz to help him come up with some excuse as to what happened to the asshole

-if anyone ever says anything about you and Simon’s relationship (once it’s public), he very much likes to show you off. Not in a ‘look at my property’ way, more in a ‘look at the one person who can absolutely control me’ way. Makes sure people see when you gently pull his chin down to kiss him, him giving in immediately and letting you do what you want with him. Will always be touching you in some shape or form, especially likes to hold a part of you that he knows most people make not find attractive. A gentle hand on your stomach as he wraps his arm around your waist, tracing the fat of your upper arm when you sit next to him as he holds his arm around your shoulders.. loves to prove that everyone that you absolutely deserve every shred of attention he gives you

-and if it ever happens that you know of his tendencies to get upset.. you get him to take it down a peg. He instead gets Soap to prank the bastards who mess with you constantly, Soap putting weird stuff in their bunks, messing them up during training

-there is def soap, gaz, and price solidarity with you and Simon :)) one big happy family😭

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rucifae · 3 months

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Im saying this now so I dont forget but I just know that vivziepop is going to use 'i thought you told them' in the next season, sera tells Emily that she told Charlie that pentious is in heaven then doesn't, Emily goes down to congratulate her and she's like 'huh' and Emily gets mad n stuff like omg i thought sera told you one of your sinner friends got into heaven and its gonna be some soft rock screw you sera song afterwards and lutes gonna be in for some reason like 'how did that slithery bastard get in??' And that's going to be season 2's a plot. B line is probs more people getting better n maybe cherries bomb trying to repent on pentious' behalf

#hazbin hotel #sir pentious #cherri bomb #sera #charlie morningstar #my stuff #its not very subtle

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cloverhasnobrain · 1 year

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I'm not sure what you're request rules are since I can't find the page [if you have one] but if it doesn't go outside your boundaries, could I request headcanons of revivebur, c!dream, and/or c!punz (separately) with a brat reader?

preferably a male reader, but if not, gn is alright :]

Ok Im finna go feral on this omg

So this is probably not going to be sfw so please beware lol

Warnings: smoking, sex obviously, degrading, slapping

Dream, Revivebur and Punz x brat! Male! Reader headcannons

C!dream:

Tries not to act like it, but secretly loves it so much

Will love to punish you, discipline you a bit, and will spend hours doing so if needed

At first he will be surprisingly soft about it, but if you keep pushing he WILL get pretty sadistic 😏

Is obsessed over that moment where you finally cave, your pretty little face contorting in the need for him, all for him, just for him.

"I didn't want to go this far, baby boy, but you leave me no other choice other than railing you until all you can think of is how I am the dominant one here"

Overstimulating you sometimes, but loves to edge you more

You don't get release until he says so, and damn, if you disobey, it will be so much worse

After he is done with you, he will do after care, but still whispering to you about how you need to learn your place and to behave next time with the promise of a reward

Revivebur

Oh boy, you don't know what you're getting into

Has a much shorter temper, and it will be shown when you start to act up

But that is a good thing, because this man LOVES hate sex

Will pound into you, calling you a stupid fucking slut

Such a pretty toy, why must you be so defiant?

You don't have to worry about his sanity when being a brat, just be careful to not be too dominant or you'll put him in subspace

Please praise him as you feel yourself surrendering, he will go crazy

"You could have gotten everything. Rewards, kisses, even to fuck into me. But of course you had to be such a little brat, huh? I'll give you some discipline."

Sometimes he will leave you with no aftercare for a while, smoke a cig watching you just completely fucked up, painted white and flustered

But don't worry, after a while he will clean you, maybe even pamper you a bit 👀

C! Punz

At first, he will play into your attitude, only to slap your butt and tell you to behave

Will warn you at first, but you never listen, do you?

Will praise and degrade you, and LOVE to edge you

Teasing you a lot, but then overstimulating you till you're dehydrated lol

Will be so kind as to give you some time to recover though

I feel like between the three, he would have the mildest temper

Pampering you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear after punishing the shit out of you

"Oh, you look so handsome all fucked up like this. Hopefully next time you will know how to behave, right?"

All of them love leaving you all marked up in places impossible to hide, the bastards

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So that was all. I don't know Punz very well, so I hope I captured his personality well-

Thank you for the request, and feel free to leave more if you want!

#dsmp #dream x reader dsmp #canon dream x reader #canon dream x reader dsmp #punz smut #punz x you #punz fanfic #wilbur soot reader #mcyt wilbur #sub wilbur x reader #wilbur soot reader smut #dsmp wilbur #revived wilbur #wilbur x y/n #bad writing #dsmp fanfic #dream smp

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tojisun · 1 year

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“your heart is where mine lies” IS SO GOODDDDDD. toji’s cuteness, the way toji reveres the reader and gojo’s secret crush is so AMAZING. I’d give anything to see more of that💕

omg thank you so so much!!! 🫶🏼

i just. i was going through something and i needed something soft and lovesick to pull me out of my slump. im so so glad that you liked it 🥹 means so much to me <33

im a goner for gojo having the biggest friend-crush on reader. just him adoring you and caring for you and just being an amazing, sometimes annoying, best friend!!!!

like my god he’s so possessive of you!! always cuddled you and held your hand and wrapped his long limbs around you because ugh you’re sun-personified and he just wants all your loveliness and gentleness and softness.

when you first started talking to toji (mr. fushiguro, some older guy you met at the local festival that satoru unfortunately ha to miss; mr. fushiguro who so happened to be behind you as you practically fumbled about your being before slumping in defeat at the realization that you’ve left your wallet at home; mr. fushiguro who stepped up beside you and told the vendor that he’d pay for your candied apple and one cola float for him, thanks) satoru found himself not approving of it. he all but told you that toji is old and weird. you rolled your eyes at him and whacked him with your pillow.

satoru almost whined and sobbed as he flung himself across your lap — short as you are — because he didn’t know what to name the feeling that was curling at the pit of his stomach; because he didn’t want to know why he felt that way.

but. you looked so happy. you still do. and satoru — campus’ most popular man because of his dashing looks and his fat wallet, full of daddy’s money — loves you.

“not like ‘that’ (not anymore), don’t you worry your pretty head, babe.” winks.

so gojo satoru gave you two his blessings — “we really didn’t need it but thanks, toru.” — and cheered you on as you replied to toji’s confession that yes, you love him too and yes, you’d love to be with him too.

nothing really changed after that. satoru still flings himself across your lap, spoils you with his dad’s money, sticks his tongue out at toji — “wait, what?” — and he is still the most amazing best friend in this world to ever bless your pretty self.

(toji rolls his eyes at seeing satoru flip him again while the overgrown bastard of a cat nuzzles his cheek at your shoulder, his pale face creased with a frown that toji almost wonders, with a sort of apprehension, if satoru’s face would cave in with how deep his frown has gotten.)

#anon #ask #toji fushiguro x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk #i luv toru-reader friendship sm 😫#but i luv toji the most teehee #suns #edited

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shigarakisslutbag · 6 months

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This isnt directly a request but if you do end up getting inspiration out of this then im glad! (wouldn't complain lol) Imagine how Shiggy would act if some villain with a big loving heart came in and just- somewhat adopted him. Shiggy gets injured? They're there soothing and scolding him. Ranting about video games or heroes? They're patiently listening. Makes my heart so happy negl.

Omg anon I actually really like this idea lol. I have no idea how I would write it as a fic or even organized headcanons BUT I will most certainly give you my disorganized thoughts on this because I have no self control.

APOLOGIES because I'm writing this at 1:33pm and I am very tired (but will likely not sleep until 3am.), THEREFORE, I probably have many typos because I didn't proof read an I am so sorry lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy my thoughts on this, feel free to add anything, I don't mind going back and forth on this topic (this goes for anyone btw! Not just anon. I love hearing everyone's thoughts on concepts I write for)

I feel like in this scenario of reader being a villain, reader's motives are either out of spite towards their hatred for capitalism or they're just kind of... goofy...and unhinged... in a bad way .. thatcopsandheroesdontlike YOU GET THE PICTURE OK? (Use your imagination bestie)

But regaRDLESS, you have a huge soft spot (and maybe some hard spots;) ) for shigaraki.

Which actually just ends up with you having a lot of compassion and care towards him. You can tell he's been through a lot. anyone can. and seeing him having clear struggles in his physical life and internal conflicts, you can't help but want to, well, help him.

I won't go into a huge back story because I simply... am tired LOL. But somewhere along the way shigaraki let you grace him with your presence.

So now you're here with your adopted introverted son and guiding him through his life full of terrorism, tyrants, and genocide 🫶 (you don't quite understand how he's both introverted and a menace to society at the same time. Shigaraki is what happens when an introvert just gets really fed up with capitalism ig)

BUT I DIGRESS

Shigaraki actually really appreciates you're presence. Will he admit it? FUCK NO LMAO. he'd rather twist his eyelids off and eat them before telling your annoying ass he appreciates you. But he does. Just trust me, he does.

Besides spinner, no one really listens to his rants about video games, players, the fall of society. Dabi refers to him as "a cartoon villain on heroin who monologues " shigaraki didn't like that very much

But you listen. You really listen. You ask him questions, you validate his feelings and concerns, you make sure he knows that he's making progress, ect. You don't just hear what he says, you listen. You engage. Which is something he's needed for a very long time.

Especially when he gets injured, is when he gets the most attention from you. Honestly sometimes he wants to hurt himself just hear you cry over him LOL. He's low-key obsessed with you but don't ever bring it up if you notice.

Like the one time he came back to the bar after the U.S.J incident, all bloody with bullets wounds, you were... not handling it well to say the least. Lol. Shigaraki was fine, just chilling on the floor cursing the hero bastards, as he calls them. But you were "dramatic" as shigaraki says. "I'll be fine I'll just stick some bread in bullet holes and cover them with plastic wrap"

???

????!!!!

SHIGARAKI YOU SUPID FUCK

You, much to his dismay, disinfected the wound with alcohol and with kurogiris help stitched up the wounds and wrapped them with a compression bandage and made him rest while checking in every so often to change out his gauze and bandages and cleaning the wounds again.

You also checked in quite a bit to make sure he was hydrated (with water because all the idiot drinks are energy drinks and alcohol)

Going back to listening to his interests, you both share some of the same interests so it helps a lot with your bond with the leader of the league. Even political views.

He listens to you too, even if he doesn't understand some of your interests or is very knowledgeable on certain topics you enjoy, he loves listening to you. He actually thinks your way of speaking and the way your voice sounds is very, very cute. But again, he'll never tell you. He's too embarrassed to and doesn't want to ruin,,,, whatever reputation he thinks he has.

#stuff #my stuff #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko #tenko shimura #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #tenkoshimura #tomurashigaraki #asks #my asks

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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Getting railed by Cm Punk while wearing nothing but one of his merch shirts?

this goddamn bastard had a chokehold on me 🥵 ive re-written this like five damn times. we don't half-ass anything on this blog!

thanks to @cuzimacomedian for the title inspo !!

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• nothing but my t-shirt — cm punk •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { cm punk masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 +, { minors do not interact }, somnophilia { consensual }, male masturbation, cumshot, facials, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, gentle sex, squirting, creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 1.5k

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian @wardlow

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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the bedroom, illuminated by the dull warm light flooding through under the door frame. he stepped in, his weary bones aching, tattooed flesh glistening under moonlight with a thin layer of sweat, breath laboured as he tried to control it, lungs still feeling the effect of the slight autumn chill.

his eyes still adjusting to the darkness, you silhouette barely in his vision, just able to make out the curves of your frame. your body snuggled into the blankets, mostly on his side of the bed but he did not mind that. the mattress shifted with his weight, something that he hoped did not disturb you. he felt the corners of his lips corner into a soft smile at the sight of you, so peaceful in such a dreamlike state, arms wrapped around his pillow, pretending it was him to sooth your nightmares away.

it was on closer inspection when he noticed an article of clothing that was unfamiliar to him. tilting his head with slight confusion as he pulled back the blankets covering your frame. it was one of his shirts, well technically one of his merch shirts but the point was clear. you’d never brought any of his merch before so the sight initially surprised, and very much so aroused him.

it would of been the largest size they had in stock, the fabric resting comfortably above your knees, yet nestled perfectly around your frame, a perfect outline of your full, round breasts, and leaving little to the imagination downstairs. he peeked down momentarily, to confirm you were indeed wearing, nothing but his shirt, your plump ass bare before his eyes, pretty pussy void of any covering.

he felt a knot of arousal form in his stomach at the sight. never in his life would he think he’d get so damn horny over something so simple. yet it awoke the most primal reaction from him. he stood up, still careful not to make a sound as he made his way to your side of the bed, your back facing his, head still nestled comfortably into the pillows, still in a deep sleep.

his bulge prominent in his shorts, throbbing with a furious need for friction. he set his gym bag down beside the bed, lucky that the soft thud did not stir you from your lovely slumber. his breath still held a soft shake, it wavered with each exhale as he slowly pried his cock from his boxer-briefs. the cool touch of his calloused fingertips made him shudder in delight. with slow methodical movements he began to stroke himself, his cock feeling more sensitive than usual. he kept his gaze fixated on you, more or less to determine if you were still asleep. his grunts were kept to a minimum for the exact reason, despite him wanting and needing to be louder.

his breath laboured accompanied with soft shudders, hand still wrapped around his thick cock, with such need for release, having to steady himself against the bedpost with his free hand, the slight tilt of the bed made you stir slightly, yet not enough to disturb you from your slumber. he let out a small sigh of relief, his muscles growing tight, cock throbbing in his palm, so desperately close to release.

“god, love…you look so beautiful like this…” his whispers were practically non existent, yet he knew you heard, your lips slightly curling at his statement, something which aroused him even further. he was close, still trying to resist the urge for release, knowing his would surely make a mess of your beautiful face, yet the animalistic drive inside of him it burned for it, with so much want to see your pretty skin covered in his cum.

“fuck-” he let out a soft groan in release, his statement cut off by a primal moan. his hot seed glossed your cheek, warm and wet as it coated your skin. you twitched slightly at the sensation, awakening, just barely, eyelids still closed but body now alert. your fingers arose from the blanket, swiping his seed from your skin, licking your fingers clean.

he crawled over your frame, your mind still half-asleep, his cock still fully erect. you muttered his name softly amongst the silent breaks in between his rugged breathing, with closed lids, head following the sound of his movements as he nestled himself under the covers behind you.

“phil…” his name muttered into the pillows. his scent still lingered on your skin, entrancing you, pulling you back in deeper to the comfortable slumber you were in moments prior. he let his hands roam beneath the blankets, in the darkness feeling for the material of the shirt you wore, the fabric was thick, coarse, enough to shield your body from the elements with the aid of the blankets, however it was what was underneath that he truly desired.

“shh…it’s me, love” he whispered against your earlobe, his voice numbed whatever noise surrounded it, it was all that you heard. “you can go back to sleep, alright?”

you heeded his words, knowing exactly what they meant. for one, you could not be more intrigued on the other hand, your mind and body too tired to move, simply allowing yourself to be completely in his hands, completely at his mercy.

his breath lingered against the exposed skin of your neck, his hands still searching under the covers, eventually finding their way beneath the shirt. his fingertips danced so lovingly across your skin, gently swiping across your already soaked core, he held his position for a moment, swirling soft circles into your clit, gathering some of your sweetness onto the calloused pads of his fingertips, bringing them to his lips, tasting you had you did him moments prior.

“you taste so fucking good love…” he groaned against your skin, lips gently resting against the back of your neck, his cock firm in his palm, slowly guiding his length to your entrance. you could sense his movement, bucking your hips back the slightest to gain him better access. a small gasp left your lips as he entered your warmth, his size stretched you so deliciously, the hand previously resting on your clit, slowly began to trail up your stomach, tattooed digits tracing shapes into the skin between the valley of your breasts, grasping your left one within his large palm, squeezing gently.

his movements were soft and subtle, still able to stir you from slumber the slightest. his arms entangled around your body, like tree roots sunk deep within the earth, refusing to let go. he held you close to his chest, mouth hung open, pleasured moans leaving his lips. your hands clung to his forearms, nails digging into his skin, back pressed flush against his chest.

incoherent babbles, spilling from your lips, through half-closed eyelids, through your slumber, you let your mind venture down the rabbit hole of sinful thoughts, far too tired to voice them as of now, but he knew better, he knew what you wanted. his lips connected with the exposed tips of your shoulders with soft, chaste kisses, accentuating the euphoric feeling with subtle moans against skin.

“i know you’re close, love. i can feel it” your walls pulsed thickly around his cock, your mind and body drifting in and out of such a wondrous slumber, so enthralled and completely enamoured with him. your response was a chorus of pleasured moans and sleepy hums, hips unconsciously bucking back against the gentle pace of his thrusts.

he knew you could not hold on much longer, the pulse around his cock was evident. you slowly began to stir out of the stream of semi-consciousness, body beginning to feel more alert as your orgasm slowly and steadily began to rise.

“phil…” you mumbled softly against his forearm, the extremity bearing most of his weight. “...so close…”

your sleepy mumbles only fuelled his need to help you reach release. and that's what he did. each movement, each thrust was geared towards your orgasm. he couldn’t care less about his own, he had already cum tonight. but an extra orgasm would not hurt.

he soon began to unravel, his thrusts became sloppy and haphazard, breath shaky as his size filled your void. he held you tight, pulling you back against his tattooed chest, the faded ink in contrast with your bare canvas that barely showed through his shirt, his head buried into the axis of your neck and shoulder as he felt his release wash over him, white hot cum flooding your void, filling you to the brim, a soft hum left your lips, satisfied with the feeling of being so full with him, it triggered your own release, juices soaking his shaft, sleepy body relaxing onto his own with such a euphoric wave.

you let yourself succumb to his warmth, still keeping your body close to his, his shirt the only barrier between your skin and his. he let a hand smooth down your exposed thigh, cupping your hip, drawing small shapes into the skin. he had noticed you’d fallen back into your slumber, so peaceful as you rested against him, once more curled into the blankets, far too drained to thank his for such a pleasurable evening, or now morning he should say as his eyes peered to the alarm clock that now read two in the morning.

he could not help but stare down at you for a moment, a smile once again found its way to his lips. he planted a gentle kiss on your temple, careful not to disturb you this time.

“sleep well, love”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#cm punk smut #cm punk x reader #cm punk #cm punk imagine #cm punk fanfiction #aew #wrestling smut #wrestling imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I've been going through your page and YES!!!!

THIS IS THE CONTENT I'VE NEEDED IN MY LIFE🙏🏽

Good dad to his protective higly trained weapons of mass destruction babies makes me feral in the best way.

Just imagining disaster Bruce, who struggles to take care of himself, being the utmost gentle and caring to others BUT ESPECIALLY HIS BABIES

(cause they'll always be his babies, not matter how big or old they get)

Sorry for the rant, just wanted to let you know that you content has series made my day☺️😁

SJSJSJSJSJS STOPPPPPPPP OMG IM. OUT HERE. BLUSHING. you're so sweet omg like - so happy you like my little ramblings of nonsense sjsjs LOOK if Matt Reeves didn't want me to think Bruce was soft then he shouldn't have made a Bruce that's so baby girl. Like I'm sorry but it is what it is

AqND LITERALLY YEAH YEAH YEAH YOU GET IT,,,, bat mom. so true. So true. He's an awkward little bastard who can probably kick through a wooden dummy in training because " I'm sorry. I got mad it hurt my toe" and his kids love him to death

It's the fate that was promised and I plan to deliver!!!

#asks #bruce wayne #batdad #batfamily #daddy's birds au #kinda

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feral-jackdaw · 10 months

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hello! So lately I’ve been obsessed with an idea that popped up in my mind and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

It’s with the song “Lonely Day” by System of a Down u know it’s a duet so the prompt in my head is that Steve and Eddie share a home together and one day eddie comes home to find Steve singing along to that song and he joins him and they sing it and dance to it together and it’s very romantic and fluffy and beautiful.

So I’m asking dearly could you make that prompt from my silly little head come true? Thank you so much in advance <3

Omg, my first ask, thank you! I hope this is similar to what you had in mind :>

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Such a lonely day, and it's mine

The most loneliest day of my life

Steve felt so thankful when him and Eddie finally moved in together; he was sick of his parents big empty house; sick of being alone in it. But today, he still had to be alone. The two of them were supposed to spend the day together, but something came up and Eddie found out at the very last minute that he had to come to work.

Such a lonely day should be banned

It's a day that I can't stand

So now Steve is sitting alone in an empty house. He tries to distract himself; he reads a few chapter of a book, does some cleaning, tries to play with the cat, but the little bastard goes to hide under the bed.

He eventually plays some music to cheer himself up, but then this one song comes on. Lonely Day by System of a Down. And it makes Steve feel even worse, reminding him how he hates being alone.

The most loneliest day of my life

Steve starts to sing along, because that's exactly how he feels.

Such a lonely day shouldn't exist

It's a day that I'll never miss

Such a lonely day, and it's mine

The most loneliest day of my life

Im the middle of the verse, the door opens and Eddie waltzes into the room, without even removing his shoes, for which Steve would usually scold him. But not now. Now, he just allows Eddie to grab his waist and they begin to dance around the room, singing the next part together.

And if you go, I wanna go with you

And if you die, I wanna die with you

Take your hand and walk away

Steve feels like a little kid on a rainy day when the clouds go away and the sun finally shines again. He brushes Eddie's hair away from his face and kisses him softly on the lips, and then pulls away just for a moment just to see Eddie's face again; he'd been waiting to see it all day. But before he can completely drown in Eddie's deep, chocolate eyes, the boy pulls him closer and kisses him again. Steve deepens the kiss and wraps his arms around Eddie, entangling his hands in his boyfriend's soft curls.

“Hey, darling,” Eddie murmurs when he eventually pulls away. “I was only gone for a couple of hours,” he laughs, cupping Steve's face and kissing him on the forehead.

“That's way too long without you,” Steve pouts.

“It's okay, sweetheart, I'm here now,” Eddie assures. He wraps his arms around Steve and they begin swaying to the music again. The whole time, Eddie keeps rubbing Steve's back and pressing kisses to his forehead. “I'm here. I'm not going anywhere,” he repeats.

Such a lonely day, and it's mine

It's a day that I'm glad I survived

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #ficlet #answered asks #steddie fluff #established steddie #fluff #steddie scenarios

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koshehehe · 1 year

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OHMYGOD I JUST HAD A REVELATION

What if someone makes a dazai!oc or dazai himself in an alice in borderland universe?

without the abilities ofc, thatd be cringe

WITH CHUUYA TOO OMG (i mean if ya want i mean)

((i want a chishiyaxdazai!oc tho fr)) (((im not joking, make a dazai!oc pls big thank)))

but here's how i'd do it (if it were a dazaixchuuya) if you're planning to make a fanfic like this, please tag me!!!!

(tw; death obvs)

"Ah, Chuuya, this is so fun!" Dazai exclaimed, his arms wide open as he watched the red lasers drop down from the sky and explosions from distant buildings.

A beautiful red '9 of Hearts' card in his bandaged, bloodied hand they received as a souvenir for their first game in the borderlands. A manic grin stretched on his face. His giddiness shown through his shaky hands.

The chocolate-haired man breathed into the air that smelt like metal and gunpowder, a chuckle threatening to bubble from his lips to which he didn't bother stopping. The suicidal maniac can't get enough of the adrenaline and the exhilarating feeling of death. The thing he wants the most is just at his fingertips.

Chuuya looked at his partner standing on the railing— nearly falling on the edge to his death— under the brim of his fedora, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned against the rooftop bar.

"Fun for you, maybe," Chuuya mumbled as he looked away from Dazai's figure to the smoking gun wrapped in his calloused fingers.

It was fortunate for Chuuya to be given the role of mafia in the game they just had. After all, he is mafia before the original world had gone. Unfortunately for the other players in the game, Dazai and Chuuya were the ones playing mafia.

It was two hours between sessions, and Dazai enjoyed exploring the hotel that hosted the game. Instead of killing those players painlessly, he took the time to use suicide methods on the innocent.

'Barbaric but not completely uncharacteristic of Dazai to do,' Chuuya observed the suicidal maniac. Unlike Dazai, Chuuya did his best giving his victims a quick and painless death.

Both mafiosos didn't give the doctor the chance to give someone a grace period either. After all, the first victim they killed was the doctor.

Pity for the innocents.

It didn't seem to be completely by chance that their first victim was the doctor, who was unfortunate to die by Dazai's hands, who he seduced by the time the game had started. That bastard maniac clearly knew the victim was a doctor.

Chuuya didn't know how the doctor died but the body was already placed on the bed looking quite serene as if she had rested in peace. Her school uniform was neat and arranged, with no crease or dirt in sight. The middle part of her hair was clean and not out of place like how Chuuya had seen when she was still alive. A plastic bouquet with her hands placed on her chest. Everyone but the detective was there in the room.

"Pretty..." Chuuya had heard someone mumble beside him and Dazai had the audacity to reply to him in a soft tone, "Right?" and an audible gag from one of the participants before all of them dropped one by one on the floor— either in seizures or foam forming in the mouth.

"That looks painful, alright..." Dazai hummed when he knelt down and inspected the bodies, "So much for a quick death." he mumbled, throwing a little bag of drugs into the corner of the room.

'Ah,' Chuuya thought as he blinked, 'he probably used the drugs that were supposed to be taken to Mori.'

He probably placed it somewhere along the water bottles he found a while ago. Chuuya was sure Dazai was going to use it for himself.

A rush of footsteps "What is going—" The detective had barely spoken when he already felt the bullet of Chuuya's gun digging into his stomach.

"Should I go join more games?" Dazai happily hummed to himself, pocketing the card and a gun into his pants, and went down the stairs with a bounce to his step. Chuuya scoffed but went after him anyway.

"Do that yourself, you idiot,"

"But you're following me though."

"I wanna see you die." The ginger simply said, grumpy enough that this lanky brunette was walking beside him.

"Chuuya!" Dazai exclaimed, his voice echoing through the empty streets of Yokohama. "I didn't know you cared for me!"

"Like hell, you dumbass!" the shorter man grumbled, slouching like an old man and walking faster than the brunette. "I can die peacefully once I know you're in hell."

Dazai scoffed out a laugh, a grin painting his face.

"Whatever you say, Chuuya."

With this new hell that Dazai somehow managed to drag into, at least it's another way for himself to die, albeit caught Chuuya into this mess as well.

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i have to say tho that ending is ass but u get the point lol

#alice in borderland #alice #in #borderland #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #double black #osamu #dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #chuuya #nakahara #nakahara chuuya #bsd #aib #i havent seen any aib crossovers yet #dazai!ocxchishiya when #chishiya is so hot fr

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