#little fuckin cat on the lap

[knightxofxtime]

sick

#little fuckin cat on the lap #were chilling now little dude #you me and this apple juice that you cant have because cats dont drink apple juice #this little man is so tiny and frail its unreal #purring like a fucking motorcycle engine #tg.txt

[ndntighnari]

Can't believe this creature is over 18. Not only that but aside from some arthritis and being incredibly round (because my dad won't stop spoiling her with extra feedings) she's in almost perfect health??

Have some Ashallah pics, enjoy this screaming creature

#we share a bday actually #down to the hour on the actual day #however i am 5 years older than this little freak #cats #cats of tumblr #siamese #i have STORIES about her #she was a fucking DEVIL when she was younger bc she was really badly socializes #socialized* #we rescued her from a... bad house to put it lightly after her father tried to kill her #the other kittens were taken in by others as well #but the father didnt try to kill any of em for whatever reason so they were able to stay for the proper time #we got her at 4 weeks. we didnt know how to socialize a kitten. #she was a demon #as she and i both got older i started to properly socialize her #now she cuddles and is a lap cat when before she attached herself to my face w her claws #im proud of her in her old age #just wish she would stop shitting under my futon when im away from home overnight. #(thats not a health thing or even an anxiety thing. she just is a dick who needs me to know #that she's NOT happy that i LEFT her ALONE ALL NIGHT as if my dad doesn't fuckin live here too) #menace of a cat id cry if anything bad happened to her so hard

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

I think the interview went ok

#ill have to wear a polo shirt #i hate polo shirts #i wont have to go to walmart tho #that position was filled #ill be going to pretty much every store BUT walmart tho lol #but its only 20-25 hours a week and theyll reimburse me for gas and stuff #as much as i hate talking on the phone it is definitely preferable to do an interview in bed with a cat sitting on my lap lol #also!! no weekends!!! #worst part of subway was that i have a friend who works monday-friday so if i was scheduled Saturday or sunday we couldnt hang out #also i never got to see my mom #like my moms always like ''what does it matter to you if its the weekend or not? you dont have a job'' and like???? cuz youre home??? #i can hang out with you???? #i like hanging out with you???? #anyway changes are happening and im being so brave about it (only crying a little) #i hope i get it tho #i dont wanna do this again for awhile #i fuckin hate interviews #and talking on the phone

[moechies]

。・🍇゜・。

sukuna who’s eyes widen when he sees his little bunny eating grapes.

he doesn’t know about little hybrids like you, but he’s sure he remembers that little animals like dogs, and cats, can’t have grapes. or they’ll die.

he marches over to you, allowing the ground to vibrate with each and every step. you squeak in surprise, ears standing straight up and turning behind you to investigate the noise.

you tuen your head to see behind you, and his tank of a body is directly in front of your face. you look up, but it seems to drag for miles due to the man’s lean and tall body.

he watches you nibble on the sweet green grapes, 3 of them already stuffed in your mouth all at once. it makes your cheeks puffy and crooked.

“hi ryo—“

he wastes no time with greetings before grabbing you by your jaw, fingers pushing into your mouth to forcibly remove the grapes.

“are you fuckin’ dumb, bunny? can’t ya die from these little green things ?” he growls, situating himself on your fluffy bed to adjust your squirming body. he pulls your body onto his lap, arm laying across your tummy to keep you from wiggling. he tugs your ears back for more leverage, you squirm, and attempt to explain, but he succeeds in removing the fruits with two prominent fingers.

you cough from his intrusion, but sukuna stares at the two grapes in his hand when he was sure there was three in your mouth.

“y’r already coughing , are you going to die?”

he goes back to fish for more, fingers pressing against your fat lips ordering you to open your mouth, but you push him away.

“ryomen ! m’a bunny, not a dog ! i can eat grapes, dummy !” you squeal, hiding your face in his shoulder away from his assaulting hand.

“m coughing c-cause you’re sticking your fingers down my throat ryo!” you whine, and he puts down his hand.

“i thought these things could kill you.”

you feel yourself get hot at his unusual signs of caring, calming yourself before replying. you huff.

“n-no, i can eat it. just puppies ‘nd kitties can’t.”

you look back at him, fluffy ear rubbing against his meaty bicep and tickling him. he flinches away and scowls at the abhorrent feeling, not used to such ‘pests’ being so close to him. you grin,

“y’r still so sensitive, do you not like my ears ?” you raise them, tickling the tip against his shoulder.

“stop it. dumb bunny brat.” he carries you and places you back on the bed, taking his leave along with the carton of grapes.

“h-hey! i still want those !” you reach at him, but he doesn’t even turn back. he makes his way to the kitchen, and you hear a loud thud.

“did y’just throw them away ?!”

he comes back, leaning against the door frame with a smug look, one that turns into a grin when he sees your brows arched together in hopes that he’ll realize you’re angry. what a dumb bunny.

“i don’t like how they’re green.”

#idk what this is lol #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen fluff #yv speaks ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[shotmrmiller]

Simon is enthralled by you, John Price's cat. Oh, how beautiful you look on all fours, rubbing your face on his jeans. How lovely the mews that spill from your lips sound— music to his ears.

He grabs you by the hips to lift you onto his lap, mindful of your tail and brushes his covered nose against your cheeks. "Aren't you just precious?" Simon lifts his mask enough to expose his lips and nips the tip of your human ear. "I wonder if this pretty kitten has a pretty pussy, too," he softly says. Your half-lidded eyes look at John, who's chosen to be just a spectator tonight.

"You heard him, kitten. Show Simon what he's asking for." The bell in your collar clinks as you lift to turn yourself around in his lap, and he grabs your waist with his large hands to assist. "Careful, I don't want you falling off and getting hurt." Simon extends his long, thick legs which gives you a bit more space to work with.

Keeping your knees together, you place your bare, dainty feet on each shoulder, and with a trembling exhale, your knees drop open.

Simon intakes a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of your glistening cunt spread open— a flower in full bloom. The grip on your waist tightens to what should be considered pain, but to you is just acute pleasure.

"She's a fuckin' sight, sir," he admires without looking up. He drags a blazing trail with his fingers from your waist to your mons, pad of his thumb hovering over your swollen, slippery clit. "I'm curious, though, kitten," You look at him, cheeks flushed, and answer him with a tiny little mewl. "I'm curious if you'll purr for me, too," and draws agonizingly slow circles, that is exactly what you want, yet not enough. The whimpers slithering out of your throat make his cock achingly hard, and if you turned around, you'd see a sizeable tent in John's trousers too.

John's voice is thick with arousal as he says, "She likes it when you let saliva dribble from your mouth onto her pussy, isn't that right, kitten?"

You bob your head, mouth open, a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth. Simon's touch is magical. You've got liquid fire in your veins, every precise circle rubbed onto your nub tightens that coil in your lower stomach, and when he spits onto your pussy, the warm glob of spit that lands directly on your clit almost has you coming from it alone.

Simon notices how your hips start moving on their own, picking up speed, forcing more friction on your clit when he stops touching you, removing all stimulation. The keen you let out is primal, a high-pitched whine. "Oh, I know, I know," he coos at you, "I just gotta ask your owner for permission, s'all."

He tips his head to the side, looking over your shoulder, and nods. John must've agreed to whatever he's thinking because Simon's dark eyes gleam as they meet yours, a feral, toothy smile on his lips.

Simon taps your hips lightly and orders, "Hips up." Your feet lower from his shoulders to flatten on the couch— thighs spread wide from how broad, how wide his body is. Your hands rest on his knees behind you, and you rest your weight on them to lift up. Simon lets out a snarl and completely hooks your knees over his shoulders forcing your arms to give way. Your head lolls on his thighs, upper body almost completely upside down, and his hands cup your arsecheeks—mindful of the tail— and raise. What—

His warm, wet tongue licks through puffy lips, and flicks at your clit. The arousal that had waned comes back, and it comes back harder, faster, more intense. He's eating you like you're his last meal, and now you definitely sound like a cat, albeit a dying one.

Simon gives your bud a suck and your neck cranes back at the sensation, and that's how you see John, upside down, leaning back, one arm on the backrest holding his drink— the other stroking his cock through his trousers. He looks—

A sharp slap to your arse has your spine curling, legs tightening around Simon's half-covered face, stubble prickling into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Eyes on me, kitten."

Your spine curves and you realize that you can see Simon, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and that he can see you. You wanted to care about the unflattering angle he's got you in, but it all melts away when his mouth opens wide to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, and his lip is curled on one side, so you can see his unnecessarily pointy canine.

Once Simon realizes he's got your full attention, he eats. Unrelenting as he chases your climax like it was his own. The pulse of your heartbeat is deafening in your ears, your vision darkens as he forcibly drags you to your finish line, and with one final lap at your stiff bud, he tugs on your tail, and you burst.

Mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through your body, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you, prickling at your nerve endings, leaving you a shaky, slobbering mess on his thighs.

Simon doesn't even give you a moment, doesn't grant you reprieve because, within seconds, he's manhandling you and sinking you down onto his massive cock, spearing you in half, stretching your soaked channel to its absolute limit. It burns, it stings and yet the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an airy moan.

"Atta girl. Your pussy's suckin' me in like it wants to keep me in it forever," and his head tips back as he groans, "You're squeezing me so tight, m'not gonna last."

John's gruff voice comes from behind you, commanding. "Then don't, Simon. Fill her up."

Simon's answering smile is, honestly, a bit scary. He looks like the predator he becomes on the battlefield, the one who snuffs out life like a fire on a candle wick. Vicious, cruel, ruthless.

"Yes, sir."

He spreads his thighs, feet flat on the floor, and picks you up with his forearms, only to bring you back down on his cock. Impaling you. The tip of his cock is hitting so deep, you vaguely wonder if the flared head is being pinched by the tiny hole of your cervix. He's destroying you, but at no point in time does it ever turn into physical pain. Simon is using you like a pocket pussy, yet is angling your hips to hit your sweet spot. And oh so sweet it is, because it takes you exactly seven (7) thrusts of his hips to make you come around him, frothy, milky essence coating his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Fuckfuckfuckfu—" and he brings you down harshly, grinding his hips up, as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum into you.

Simon's exposed chin is dripping sweat, as he pants harshly in front of you, trying to catch his breath. Your body begins to slump tiredly when you feel your tail being caressed, beard scratching your neck as John peppers your damp neck with kisses.

"It's my turn now, isn't it." The bell on your collar chimes as John pulls you to kneel on the floor, face pressed in near Simon's softening member. Faintly, a zipper opens, and the swollen, long length of John's cock pushes into you, pushing out Simon's cum, dripping down your abused cunt to make space for him.

"Mewl for me, kitten," and grabs you by the hair, craning your neck to look up at Simon, who's gazing down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He curls two fingers underneath your collar, restricting your breathing, and says, "Go on. Let us hear you."

what a delightful day to be John Price's cat

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod mwii #cod #captain john price #captain price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john price #simon ghost riley smut #cod smut #simon ghost smut #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #john price smut

[konigsblog]

SPANKING WITH SIMON RILEY.

tw/cw; afab!f!reader, degrading, brat taming, brat!reader, brat tamer!simon, dom!simon, spanking. MDNI 18+

simon doesn't like your new attitude. he does like how bratty and disobedient you've become, how you rile him up on purpose only to skip away cheerfully, leaving him with an aching boner that now he has to sort.

the last resort simon has is to spank you until you're apologising profusely through tears and whimpers.

you're bent over his large lap with your tight ass in the air, your face is coated in a glimmer of your tears, brimming in your waterline at the ache against your rear. simon grips his belt tightly in his calloused hands and spanks your rear while holding you down with a hand on the small of your back. the sounds of your pain leave simon's cock hardening underneath the layers of clothing he's wearing, with a cruel grin impossible to wipe from his smug face.

he finds enjoyment and pleasure in punishing you for misbehaviour and your constant back chat. “what’s wrong, cat got your tongue, love?” there's a hint of cockiness in simon's hoarse and deep voice. each time you try to talk back and give him attitude, the words are caught in your throat with a couple of spanks silencing you. he spreads your thighs forcefully and begins to whip your drooling pussy, earning himself a couple of broken cries and pained moans.

the pain shouldn't feel this good. you whine and mewl as simon spanks your puffy cunt, aroused and leaking all over his fingers when he guides his fingertips up your fold to your sensitive clit, the little bud sensitive and sticky. simon will spank you until you're raw, only to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck your cunt until you're sorry, apologising between moans and pleads for more, a greedy whore left to weep.

“that’s right, let me see those tears, baby. so fuckin’ pathetic, ain’t‘cha? you’re addicted to bein’ in trouble, just to get fucked afterwards in that raw, little pussy of yours, yeah?”

#orla speaks #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley smut #mw2 ghost #cod ghost #ghost smut #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley headcanons #simon riley smut

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

clearly the only solution to the penpal au is you’re supposed to write to ghost but the entire task force hijacks the letters every once in a while. /hj /lh

Price also ends up doing that too once he realizes why the entire team becomes obsessed with writing letters

DUDE YES *smooches your brain*

Simon starts writing to you through a military penpal program Price had all of them in. Ofc, like the rat bastard he is, he drags his fuckin feet on it. Eventually, you manage to get him a little more willing to write back and it seems like he even looks forward to it. He's the first one to grab his letter from the container when they come. He claims it's to get it over with, but the other guys know better.

You'd think the other guys would be the ones more open to their penpals but NO. They managed to be paired with some of, who they call, the most boring people they could have met. Hell, even Price began to drag his feet after the 2nd letter back.

Simon seems to be the only one actually enjoying his exchanges, even if he tries to hide it. Johnny's the first one to get curious, wanting to know what the LT's got that's good enough to loosen the stick in his ass.

While Simon's out of the room, Johnny reads through the first couple letters Simon received. Your sweet words, stupid jokes, and genuine care are a stark contrast from the uninterested and short words he received from his penpal.

He stops writing to his penpal, not that they noticed/ cared, and grew the balls to write you one. He claimed his penpal dropped out, so they had to make do, not that you minded. And God, when you started to write back, he swore it was like he was a schoolboy all over again. Getting excited for the letters, heart racing as he reads your carefully written words, counting down the days till he gets another.

He gets ballsy one night and opens up to Gaz about what he did, not showing a single crumb of remorse. Tells him all about how sweet you are, how you show genuine care for his safety, even giving the idea of sending a care package. He could see that same thought process going through Kyle's mind, contemplating switching to you. He gave Kyle your address and told him to just come up with an excuse.

Now Kyle's a little smarter than Johnny, knowing that if Ghost finds out he's probably fucked. However, at the end of the day, he's a lonely man. He had this sweet thing like you just within reach and he's supposed to not take it? Yeah right.

He gave the same excuse Johnny did, claiming his penpal's schedule became too busy to write back, and just like that you had 3 soldiers wrapped around your finger. He sweet talked you, gave little puns here and there, really became like a lap cat. He wasn't as forward as Johnny and not as refrained as Simon. He gave you music recommendations when you say you like a certain genre, he gave you book recommendations, even sent you photos of him in front of a helicopter (you begged for it when he told you about him falling out).

Now, Simon isn't stupid. He isn't clueless. He noticed that the first couple letters went missing. Then he noticed Johnny being more eager to write. Same with Kyle. He noticed how they seemed to pull away from him when the topic was brought up. He's not a stupid man.

He might even be considered generous (don't say it to his face though, he'll take it as sarcasm). He knows the boys are talking to his penpal, but he'll be kind enough to share. His sweet lil thing. If you can keep up, that is. Your letters seem to boost morale and bring a small light that wasn't there before. They're all hard-working men, risking their lives to keep the world clean. They deserve this, don't they?

Even Price finds himself wanting in on it. If you can manage to bring Simon happiness (again, he won't admit it) and keep the other boys happy, surely you can take on one more. He sends you a letter, as their captain, and thanks you for what you've done. You're such a kind soul for giving these men some hope in their lives (laying it on thick, gotta keep em interested) and how much you've helped their performances.

They all write to you, their unofficial 141 penpal, and it works surprisingly well. The lines begin to blur a bit on being platonic and something else, but it'll be sorted out eventually. For now you're just theirs (Simon came around to it once he realized you had plenty of love to go around). You're the 141's, even if you don't fully understand what that means.

The first picture they send to you, around Christmas^ (I can't find the artist, please tag them if you know who it is)

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #john mactavish #soap cod #john soap mactavish #simon riley #soap mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick cod #gaz mw2 #gaz call of duty #gaz garrick #cod gaz #john price x reader #john price #captain price #task force 141 #captain johnathan price #poly!141 x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

OM charicters and how they handle periods

Lucifer

- can and will fuck the shir outta ya if it helps-

- he will also baby you

- I mean- he literally sends the brothers out to gather sweets and other needs

- heated blanket on hand for you

- you can sleep in his bed

- he watches over you as you sleep of you get tired

- none will hurt his little lamb

Mammon

- he panicks

- you're BLEEDING WTFFFF

- especially worried and unprepared if you don't identify as a female

- thinks you're dieing and lucifer wil kill him

- when its explained he does good and gets everything he knows you need

- here, have literally all this expensive chocolate he knows you like

- have all the midol he could find

- have the products you need to survive this- and more♡

Levi

- he probably learned about periods trough anime/an online AFAB friend

- he wont mind if you stay with him, he can clean whatever gets blood on it, you chose to spend time with him, he is hapoy with that :>

- anime and video games to distract you

- you can sleep in his lap as he plays

- you get to share his anime themed snacks

Satan

- for those who get moody during hell, he is here to help

- cat Cafe is the haven for you both-

- he also gets his anger out with you in healthy ways

- you both write out everything, scream out your toughts into the Forrest, and sing along to songs that bring out that anger

- afterwards he will read to you until you fall asleep

- he takes good care of you

Asmo

- feeling extra ✨️horny✨️ he is here to help

- he fucks ya fore a few hours then you both have a nice hot bath, makeovers and stuff

- you get sugar coded fruits with him

- sleep like Royalty and wake up feeling refershed✨️

- literally a phone call away for anything

- period products are in his bathroom too

Beel

- this man has the comfort food

- he will allways share with you and Belphie

- he notices when you come to him more often for sweets and stuff, so he stocks more for you ^^

- om nom nom

- one of the best people to nap with

- he is also a good workout bud to help with the cramps n stuff too

- one of the best boys to go to tbh-

Belphie

- now- of you need sleep- he has ya

- he sees you being tired and d r a g s you to one of his spots, cuddles you, and falls asleep with you

- it's fuckin comfy so ofc you fall asleep too-

- you get only the best dreams by his side

- cuddle, sleep, it's done- he won't stop- help QwQ

Diavolo

- the me is that?

- he didn't know until you bleed trough your clothes sadly

- he helps by haveing teas with you and has barbatos find some thar help with cramping and just to make thibgs more comfortable

- sweets galore (you're allowed to take them home

- you can sit on his lap and cuddle him, he is warm

Barbatos

- he knows when your periods are, its not weird-

- he has products set up in the bathroom near the room you're staying in and the next fee over just in case

- he brings you tea and sweets that help you

- he has a change of clothes for you on the ready along with spare blankets/sheets/pillows

- he can take care of any and i mean ANY of your needs, just ask ^^

Simeon

- he isn't that exposed to them, so he dosent know what to do or if he can interfere

- he decides that he can if you beg him enough or he sees that you're suffering

- finds things that can calm the symptoms and help your body

- gentle massages

- he is a little cold but damn can he take care of you

Luke:

- also has no idea wtf to do

- he learns sweets help and bakes alot for you

- like- they all are get well things or if you like to celebrate it then the sweets are red and pink

- he'll tell off anyone who tries to bother you

Solosus

- he has a potion for that

- you just have to beg

- :>

Thirteen

- hasn't had one, but she likes to help you if you promise to help her on a trap

- or you can be the trap by surprising someone with your moodyness

- she gets the perfect things for you

- a damn good tradeoff

Rapael

- like the other angles VERY confused

- he does help tho

- number 2 for sleep spots, no cuddles tho

- gets you weird foods to try

- about 5/10 could be better

Mephistophlies

- bro dosent know anything about this, why should he?

- when he does learn, he sneaks some sweets into your locker, high quality ofc

- he would give you shit as he gives you some spare clothes

- this man, he finds good shit to help ya

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me barbatos #obey me mephistopheles

[starryylies]

Omg 141 with touch-starved gf that just gets turned on from every little thing they do cause she's not used to it. Been heavy on my mind

TF-141 with touch starved reader

Hiiii sososo sorry for replying late, everything is getting postponed cuz of work :((((

I hope you enjoy this anon! Thank you so much for the awesome request, I love it!!

PRICE-

ꨄ︎ loves it loves it lovesssss itttttt

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re like a cat who actually loves cuddles but acts like she doesn’t

ꨄ︎ calls you his kitty

ꨄ︎ loves patting your head and calling you his “good kitty”

ꨄ︎ loves how he’s the only one who’s seen how touch starved you are

ꨄ︎ lives for the reaction you have for when he even touches you slightly making body stiffen and your thighs clench from arousal.

ꨄ︎ will keep his hand on your thigh in public all to make sure you behave when others are around

ꨄ︎ loves teasing And welll taming you

ꨄ︎ thinks it’s adorable how you get all whiny when you’re turned on by his teasing.

ꨄ︎ but how can he stop when you look so pretty trying to hide your arousal

ꨄ︎ would make sure nobody finds out though, not because it’s embarrassing but because he doesn’t want anyone else to get the wrong idea and mess with you

ꨄ︎ will make you hump his legs when he’s busy

ꨄ︎ Loves how desperate you are when turned on :(

ꨄ︎ “use your words princess, you want me? my what exactly? Say it”

ꨄ︎ “bad fuckin’ kitty making me fuck you in the neighbors bathroom all cus youre a wet fuckin’ mess”

SIMON-

ꨄ︎ it takes time for him to get adjusted in the beginning

ꨄ︎ ar first he found it a bit overwhelming since he’s had terrible experiences in the past but as you guys go on with the relationship he slowly finds it comforting.

ꨄ︎ has a low sex drive in the beginning but will try his best to please you,

ꨄ︎ so in the beginning he started off by kisses here and there till he gets used to it more.

ꨄ︎ likes how you cling onto him as a koala :)

ꨄ︎ is very touch starved in the beginning but feels awkward about it

ꨄ︎ sometimes felt inadequate but those feelings are lost when he’s fucking you till you’re a babbling mess moaning into the pillow case. :)

ꨄ︎ slowly as your relationship deepens I believe his sex drive will increase greatly and now he’d be more comfortable being clingy and touch starved

ꨄ︎ would make sure you’re well satisfied especially during the days you ovulate

ꨄ︎ you both are like each others cuddly cats ₍˄·͈ ‧̫ ·͈˄₎

ꨄ︎ loves the way you whine under his touch

ꨄ︎ loves giving you kisses whenever he can in the house.

ꨄ︎ very protective and will make sure nobody takes advantage of you

ꨄ︎ loves the way your pussy clenches on him when you’re under him.

ꨄ︎ swears he will cum fast if you continue squeezing his cock so hard,

ꨄ︎”ugh fuckin’ hell princess not so right, gonna’ Milk me dry righ’ here love fuckk”

SOAP-

ꨄ︎ oh this man is a menace, will purposely tease you

ꨄ︎ he loves how you squirm when he tries kissing you

ꨄ︎ loves how you visibly gasp when his hand brushes against you

ꨄ︎ loves keeping his hands on your waist

ꨄ︎ will make sure you’re always satisfied, you’re still horny after one round? Let’s go again

ꨄ︎ will purposely make you sit closer to him when you guys are out teasing you by slowly moving his hand from your knees to your inner thighs~

ꨄ︎ kisses you so much, loves how audible whimpers escape your mouth when you’re on his lap and are making out

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re so cute when you tug onto him :))

ꨄ︎ loves the way you melt underneath his touch

ꨄ︎ is quick to notice when you’re frustrated and needy for him

ꨄ︎ he will pretty much fuck you like he hasn’t fucked in a year because god he lives for the little sounds and reactions you make.

ꨄ︎ pats your head too!

ꨄ︎ likes giving you massages :)

ꨄ︎ the massages lead to you pinned underneath him while his hands are gripping the bed while he pounds you till his balls are drained

ꨄ︎ “fuck Bonnie lookin’ so messy under me. you’re fuckin’ droolin, takin me in so good.”

GAZ-

ꨄ︎ biggest menace here, makes sure you’re always hot and bothered with him

ꨄ︎ oh god this man cannot keep his hands off of you

ꨄ︎ he will never ever get his hands off (until you say so ofc) but his hands will always be somewhere on your body caressing you

ꨄ︎ makes sure you get turned on when you guys are out

ꨄ︎ loves the quickies that happen when you both are out cuz you goy turned on cuz of him

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re an adorable mess when you’re horny

ꨄ︎ will buy a small panty vibrator for when he’s deployed

ꨄ︎ will turn it on any time he pleases so you don’t feel lonely when he’s gone :((

ꨄ︎ asks you to tell him in detail about what you did with yourself when he’s deployed

ꨄ︎ loves coming home from deployment finding you so needy and hot, climbing on top him the second he comes back

ꨄ︎ will probably try out many ways to tease you more

ꨄ︎ holds your hand or keeps his hand on your waist wherever you guys go.

ꨄ︎ If you’re ticklish he will definitely tickle you there whenever you feel low or anything.

ꨄ︎ loves taking care of you and loves when you cling onto him.

ꨄ︎ loves how sensitive you get when you guys are fucking but will ask you over and over again to see if he’s not crossing any limits.

ꨄ︎ “ya likin’ it babe? You like it when I come home only to catch ya playin’ with yourself? Couldn’t even wait for me could ya?”

ꨄ︎ “Yeahh fuck takin me so good, don’t squirm baby m right here, If it gets too much tell me okay?”

#cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon x reader #tf141 #john price #ghost simon riley #john price x reader #tf141 smut #tf 141 x reader #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz smut #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #john x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty simon #simon fluff #simon smut #cod simon #kyle x reader #john price smut #soap x you #tf 141 #cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost

[soap-ify]

PUP!SOAP INFLUENCING PUP!READER TO BREAK THE RULES SK HE CAN WATCH THEM GET PUNISHED BY PRICE/GHOST SINCE HES JEALOUS SHES GETTING SM ATTENTION FROM HIM

screaming because your mind !!! soap is such a little shit. we love to see it.

very much a part of poly!141 au with owner!price and pups!reader, ghost, gaz and soap btw !!

cw 18+, alcohol, spanking, no real fucking just suggestive stuff here and there, very price x soap x reader focused.

soap tried to be nice, he really did.

it was just that you were swallowing everyone’s attention, especially price’s, leaving him all alone in the corner. feeling sickeningly neglected.

he knew he was being selfish, the attention he got from the other two pups and price never decreased. yet here he was, royal blue eyes glaring at the way ghost would let you nuzzle against his ears, or the way gaz would brush your tail ever so gently while you would happily give him ear scratches, or the way price would let you sleep on his lap.

why were you getting all the attention?

he was just a very greedy pup.

price had this one rule that all his four pups had to follow — never get drunk late at night if on the base. for the sake of attentiveness during trainings and missions.

it was a very simple rule that you had easily respected so far alongside the others. though soap was keen on changing that tonight.

“c’mere, lass. need yer help with something.” he pawed at you gently while you were sleeping on your bed, coaxing you awake, all confused and sleepy as he led you out of your quarters, both of you making sure to be quiet as you tiptoed your way behind him, eventually reaching his room.

confusion struck you when he handed you a bottle of bourbon, grabbing one for himself. “johnny, we aren’t supposed to drink…” you mumbled nervously.

“hush. ye will be fine. no one will find us, eh? s’our wee secret. plus i was really bored. needed company of a sweet bonnie like ye.” he assured you, a wolfish smirk adorning his lips, his words somehow easing your nerves since you trusted him.

minutes passed by as you drank the bourbon, getting more and more drunk, not even realising that soap hadn’t touched his bottle at all.

-

“i tried to stop them, but they weren’t listenin’ to me at all!” johnny huffed innocently, snuggling against price while the captain glared daggers at your hunched and nervous form, seated on the couch inside his office.

your bad hangover was too apparent throughout the training and price was clearly concerned for your wellbeing.

until soap spilled it all out, not mentioning how he was the one who told you to get drunk.

you whimpered and chewed on your bottom lip nervously, feeling betrayed and humiliated at the sergeant’s little snitching act, your tail tucked behind you nervously and ears hung low.

“c-captain, i didn’t mean to…” your weak voice fell to deaf ears as price stood up and walked over to you, settling down on the couch before harshly pulling you down onto his lap.

you whined sadly, face buried into his thick clothed thighs while you obediently pushed your ass up, his fingers roughly undoing your pants and pulling them down, leaving only your panties on you.

“such a fuckin’ bad pup. couldn’t even follow a simple rule.” he clicked his tongue in irritation, one hand holding your face down, fingers tightly laced with the strands of your hair while his other hand gently rubbed the soft flesh of your ass, callused fingers grazing against your skin before he delivered a harsh slap, not holding back at all.

a choked sob left your lips, eyes stinging with incoming tears as you sniffled and tried to not squirm, heat rising within your skin.

slap. slap. slap. you had mentally lost count on how many you got before he finally let go, roughened up hands gently rubbing your poor beaten up ass, panties all soaked and neglected.

you were a mess — lips wet with drool and cheeks all tear streaked, hair messy and sticking to your forehead while your glossy eyes distantly tried to look around, finally catching soap in the corner, a shit-eating grin plastered on his lips while having a visible boner, his eyes admiring the raging hand marks on your skin. soap was such a fucking bastard. what you didn't know was that he liked you better when you were a punished, sobbing mess.

price felt a bit guilty for being so mean despite you clearly having broken a rule, his hands slowly cupping your face and bringing you up, looking at the way you nervously hicced and cried, mumbling soft apologies over and over.

he couldn’t understand why you would break a rule. you were such a sweet pup! all new and sweet in the taskforce, everyone’s favourite.

but you were so dumb too, not complaining about soap at all, not wanting the other pup to get in danger.

-

once price did find out about soap’s little act (he never told anyone how), he made sure to give you extra special treatment the whole week while keeping the sergeant locked up.

ghost and gaz just watched from the sidelines, not feeling any remorse for soap. they would never mess with a cute pup like you anyways.

soap was a sad horny mess, thinking that at least ghost would sneak the pup out. but even his lieutenant was a meanie, and so was gaz — both visiting the cage and snickering at him the whole week while you got to be spoiled rotten by price.

#giggling i want to punch soap but lovingly #price x soap x reader #john price x john soap mactavish x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #141 x reader #poly 141 x reader #poly 141 #cod x reader #call of duty #ruru mail #rurufic

[bruciemilf]

I will say, it is so fun thinking about the Waynes and their relationship with food. But specifically Bruce.

We get such little light shed on the Waynes before the Big Terrible happened. Like. How were Wayne dinners like?

Were they terribly posh and quiet with small moments of fun thrown in? Was Alfred scolding Thomas for telling a star eyed Bruce unnecessarily gory details from a surgery?

Did Martha help Bruce break into the cookie jar? Was there a lovely, playful gossip about Bruce's loud classmates and his adorable crush on Gray Ghost?

Because I like that! But I'd also like it to be a complete juxtaposition.

I want Bruce to talk about his family, to his children, with a smile that could melt the sun. I want him to tell them about the noise.

How the Wayne manor was permanently flooded with a noise and boister that could rival a packed 5 star kitchen.

How Thomas always cooked with a dry cigarette in his mouth, arguing with uncle Jacob about forks of all things.

Why were they smudged, why were they placed randomly and not organised with militaristic precision, while Martha watched with the fondest annoyance.

How Thomas would cuss filthy in Italian only when Bruce was around and only Oz could understand him, long before he was the Penguin, long before Bruce was Batman.

"It's about culture. Not that you'd understand, Jakey."

And uncle Jacob never entertained his father for long. He'd throw a dirty look, his obsidian eyes sharp as a switchblade, and mutter a 'bitch' in Russian, while Alfred sat there judging them both.

The Waynes were chaos with heartbeats. And Bruce's favorite event at these diners? The food fights. It's always uncle Philip who started them.

"Wow, Jay eating steak. Never thought I'd see this day."

" It's venison."

" Vinison?" Thomas would finally take a break from his unlit cigarette, holding Bruce in his lap like a king would a prized cat.

A collective sigh rang among the table. They knew what was coming. " What are you, fuckin' crazy? That's fuckin' cannoli, dipshit."

"With vinison."

"Jacob."

" Tom."

"Martha."

" Honey."

" You come into my house, not knowing what a goddam cannoli is? Fuck are you gonna tell me next, you don't put garlic in your Carbonara? I mean."

" Garlic is disgusting."

And Thomas would cover Bruce's ears like that's the most offensive thing uncle Jacob could utter at Thomas Wayne's table. And Uncle Oz agreed. Their favorite pastime was ganging up on Martha's oldest brother.

And it starts off as something minuscule and petty and mutates in something loud and ugly and breathtaking.

Bruce would watch with an open mouth in Alfred's lap, as his father's neck popped with veins, and uncle Jacobs pale complexion would blush something angry as the skin of his throat thinned from yelling.

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOUR PRESIDENT IS A VODKA DRINKING, BALDING, COMMIE PIECE OF SHIT."

"YOU'RE AMERICAN. "

" I CANT HELP THAT, I WAS BORN LIKE THAT!"

And it wasn't a true Saturday dinner unless Thomas didn't leap across the table, running over all the food to smash whatever dish into Jacobs face.

But truly, the best part, was watching them go from fight dogs to eating outside in time-out. As different as his father and uncle were, they could always find agreement on one topic:

Defying Martha Wayne was painfully stupid.

They'd share a cigarette and eat in silence, which was as friendly as they'd ever get. But he loved it. Bruce loved Saturday dinner.

And when the batkids start the fighting tradition on Saturdays, Bruce thinks they do, too.

#bruce wayne #battinson #the batman #thomas wayne #martha wayne #oswald cobblepot #alfred pennyworth #jacob kane #its abt thomas embracing his trashy italian american heritage by being absolutely annoying #dc comics #dc #batfamily #the waynes #text #text post

[chaoticloving]

cock blocked

harry styles x reader

summary: harry gets cocked blocked by a couple of cuties

warnings: shower sex (f oral, m masturbation)

Harry loved mornings like this.

He loved the sound of the fan on high speed, as insisted on by Y/n, he loved the sound of the city of London in the streets below, but most importantly, he loved the feeling of his body wrapped around Y/n--and, of course, the other way around.

Harry had picked Y/n up from the airport late last night. Harry might've chugged a couple cups of coffee to stay awake and get himself on the time zone Y/n was currently in. It worked to get him through the drive to Heathrow and back, not to mention the "i've miss you so much sex" that they were both desperate; but it was fair to say that Harry was beat by midnight and needed a good lie in.

The couple was in Y/n's flat, but they weren't alone. Marmalade, or Marney, is the precious black Scottish Terrier with little legs that like to scamper around and cause havoc for Harry. Then theres Sugar, a white Persian cat thats a true cutie. She sleeps the whole day but always makes time to 'talk' to Y/n or Harry by meowing and responding to whatever the couple say.

Y/n only has one rule: no pets on the bed.

She doesn't even allow for outside clothes on her bed--which Harry got an earful of when he once tried to take a nap while wearing clothes he wore on his walk over, but now thinking about it, she might of been trying to just get him naked.

Continuing on, the pets know never to to jump on the bed or really ever go into Y/n's room, they only go in when Harry is staying over. And without a doubt, either Marney or Sugar (sometimes together) would always tickle Harry's foot that finds it's way out from under the covers. They are Y/n's little devils that Harry just loves so much.

"Mhm, babe, scoot over." Y/n mumbles, slightly breaking from Harry's grasp to spread out more.

Harry grumbles from not being able to spoon and hold her as easily as before, but come up with the great idea of star-fishing right on top of her. Y/n groans when his weight is put on top of her.

"Don't know why you're complain'." Harry mumbles. "You got more room now."

"So thoughtful." She said, sarcasm coming though her groggy voice. She patted his bare back, hand coming up though his hair to continue on with her sleep.

Harry had the same plan. That was, until he heard scratches coming from the closer door.

Harry silently groaned as he removed his face from Y/n's neck and looked at the door in which pro red the couple from the little monsters.

"Your kids are up."

"Practically your kids too." She mumbles, pushing Harry off of her body to get up.

"No! Don't get up!" Harry whined. "Need at least another hour of beauty sleep."

"Think you need a bit more than an hour." She joked.

"You're so mean. Why am I still with you?" Harry smiles, flipping over to look at her as she comes back to the bed.

"Because I am amazing." She answers simply, sitting on his lap and leaning her head just above his. "And I'm really hot."

Harry smiles boyishly, a cheeky smile creeping over his face along with a slight blush. "Don't forget sexy." His hands come up to rest on her waist, fingers dancing along the bare skin. "And beautiful."

He kissed her, sitting up so he could add his tongue and to do a bit more than laying there and looking pretty.

Y/n rolled her hips, causing Harry to let out a moan. "Fuck, only you could do this to me, love."

Y/n wickedly smiled against his cheek, continuing her assault on his neck with her lips.

The first time Y/n heard whimpering, she thought it was Harry just being extra needy this morning, but when it was accompanied by scratching at the door, Y/n knew it was her other baby's that needed some--much less intimate--love.

She kissed Harry on the lips, sitting up with his lips and groin chasing her. She went to the door and was met with her pets at the door.

"I did not just get cocked blocked by a fuckin' dog and cat." Harry said in disbelief. Y/n giggles but leaves Harry's line of sight to presumably feed the cock blockers.

Harry sighs and gets up, he's uncomfortable in his boxers as his halfy is causing it to be a little tight around the groin--it never fails to boost his confidence, though.

He walks to the connecting bathroom, turning on the shower and brushing his teeth so he could get rid of the morning breath. He soon strips and enters the shower, letting the warm water sooth his skin.

He hears the bedroom door shut and the footsteps of his love. Y/n takes off her (Harry's really) shirt and jumps into the shower with Harry.

"The baby's just wanted their breakfast." She mumbled apologetically, kissing his lips. "Want me to make it up to you?"

"Maybe later." Harry mutters, trailing kisses down her neck then breast without any signs of stopping. "Right now I want my own breakfast."

“Mhm. Not so sure on that line.” Y/n mumbled, hand slowly going into Harry’s hair as he crouched down.

“Want me to try again?”

“Nope.” She pushed Harry’s head right into her cunt, Harry more than welcomed the action though.

Harry kissed the sides of her thighs next to her pussy, before sucking gently on her clit. Y/n’s hold on his hair grew tighter, both of them moaning in unison.

Harry’s hand started to move from her hips; his left arm went to her ass, grabbing it and pushing her forward to get her pussy closer to his mouth. His right hand trialed down to his hard cock, practically throbbing from the small bit of sensation from the water droplets. He gripped it tight, just like Y/n would do if she was hand job, and then slowly stroked down and up, just to edge himself.

Y/n was starting to ride Harry’s face, pushing her hips slightly forward and back to make use of Harry’s tung, while she started ti breath heavy and moan. Harry, ever the pleaser, paralleled her movement with his tung to help her hit that pleasure she was seeking. Harry, not to mention, also matched that movement with his right hand on his dick.

“I love you H.” She moaned, eyes pressed together as she was about to reach her climax.

Harry just nodded, getting close too, before cumming on the shower floor as Y/n came on his face.

Harry trialed kissed down her thigh, then slowly stood up. Y/n kissed him as he was to his normal height, letting her hands go over his toned stomach.

“Sorry I wasn’t there to help you.” She mumbled, referring to Harry’s masturbation.

“You helped me more then ever lovie.” He promised. “Now lemme do your hair and wash you down, just stand and look pretty for me, yeah?”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry #harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fic #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles x actress!yn #harry styles x actress!reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot

[konigsblog]

cats with simon riley

simon always swore by he was a dog person. after all, he enjoyed going out for runs and walks, it would make it easier to take the dog out with him. he'd enjoy throwing a ball around for the dog to catch and return with. and he'd especially enjoy training the dog like a K9; how it's able to switch from aggressive to loving in seconds.

in no way, did simon riley ever expect to have a bundle of fur, a little ginger kitten laying on his lap after coming home from deployment. you'd thought about it, a lot, infact. making the decision to get the kitty, to see how well they'd interact, maybe you could give it to a friend if he seriously didn't appreciate having it around — which you were expecting, considering how often he talks about getting either a german shepherd or a doberman.

of course, you could've gotten a dog. but, managing the housework alone and a dog would make it difficult; muddy paw prints along your freshly cleaned floor. so, you settled for a ginger tabby kitten, hearing how friendly and silly they could be. unexpectedly, they got along — in their own way, atleast. he'd remove all cat fur with a lint roller the night before, finding the cat sitting atop of his jeans, clawing at them when he attempted to take them away.

his boots were usually stuffed with a little cat inside, before smelling them, making that one face cat's make when they smell something unpleasant. “oh, c'mon, they don't smell that fuckin' bad.”

they had a playful friendship, sometimes playing with the thing and watching as it does something so stupid, sighing deeply or getting slighty embarrassed when you catch him playing with the precious kitty. “'m not playin' with her,” he says quietly, turning his head away. “she's just...” not only couldn't he think of an excuse, his clothes were now covered in ginger fur — again — and his dinner was being eaten by the kitten, much to his dismay.

#orla speaks #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost headcanon #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare ii #cod headcanons #cod mw22 #cod imagine

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 27

part 1 | part 26 | ao3

cw: recreational drug use. short, fluffy update today to round out ch. 6; be back after the weekend to start ch. 7

In hindsight, accidentally hot boxing Eddie’s van while they were all already drunk was… maybe not the best idea.

Steve has no idea how they got here; blinked and time did the thing again, but now it’s three in the morning and Gareth’s conked out with a black eye in the front passenger seat and the rest of them are sprawled on top of each other like puppies in the back of the van — Eddie with his head in Robin’s lap so she can braid his hair, Steve using Eddie’s chest as a pillow, Max curled up like a sleeping cat in the crook of Steve’s bent knees.

With his eyes closed, Steve feels like he’s fallen into some dark, glittering void, purple-blue-black swirls of light dancing behind his eyelids to the syrupy beat of a metal ballad Eddie’s playing at the lowest volume. Eddie hums along in a low, soft rasp, and Steve’s head moves with the swell of each breath; gentle rocking rise and fall, luring Steve away from shore. Somewhere curious and strange. Deep ocean, dark waters. His thoughts float by like jellyfish.

Eddie’s warm through his t-shirt.

“Still alive down there, Sneeze?” Eddie asks. He’s carding his fingers idly through Steve’s hair, rings catching on the strands, tugging a little on his scalp.

“Feels good,” Steve hums. Wait a minute. “Did’you jus’ call me Sneeze?”

“No?” Eddie snorts. “Just called you Steve, sweetheart.”

“I’m absolutely gonna start calling you Sneeze, though,” Robin chimes in, pitching her voice all low and stupid. “‘Yes, hello, I’m Robin and this is my very best friend, Sneeze Handkerchief.’”

Eddie lets out a cackle and immediately joins in on her game of royally fucking up Steve’s name.

Steve closes his eyes again, lets himself drift out into the weird purple-blue-black-glitter magic slime swirl situation. Sloshy and dark and warm and nice. It’s just nice: Eddie’s breathing, full and slow; Robin’s laugh like cracked church bells. He likes hearing them get along even when he can’t make out the words.

He likes it less when he can make out the words. He wades back to himself for a moment, cracks one eye open and finds them red-faced and crying laughing over “Edgy Mustard and his neighbor, Sven Hamburger” and mumbles, “You’re both such fuckin’ dorks.”

“You’re a fuckin’ dork, you fuckin’ dork,” Max mutters in response, turning over with a soft snore.

“Oh, my god,” Eddie whispers, “did that kid just shit talk you in her sleep?”

“She’s incredible,” Robin coos. “Sven, we may have to reassess your status as my best friend; I’m obsessed with her.”

Steve rolls over and faceplants into Eddie’s stomach with a pouty harrumph. “Leamme alone, you bullies, ’m sleepin’.”

—

part 28

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #max mayfield #gareth stranger things #this was supposed to be a little cut content bonus scene but i like it too much it’s staying lol #we’ll get angsty and struggly again in ch 7 don’t worry just let sven hamburger have this #my writing #my fic

[gardenofnoah]

eyeeeee am suffering today so here’s my beloved taking care of me

.

.

“you hurtin’?”

you sniff, pressing your forehead into his stomach. he reaches down to comb his fingers through your hair, and you wonder if he knows what effect that absentminded little action has on you. tears sting at the corners of your eyes and it’s embarrassing—you try to hum an affirmative reply but it comes out more of a whimper.

katsuki’s patient—hand smoothing over the back of your head lovingly while he waits for a real response. you take a deep breath and offer him a nonsensical, mumbled “i’m sorry.”

“what for?”

“it��s just that this happens every month and i’m sure it gets tiring to have to check up on me—“

you’re cut off by a sharp flick to your forehead. you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, pouting a little. “ow?”

he huffs out a chuckle, threading his fingers through your hair again. “that didn’t hurt, you wuss.” he bends down to kiss the spot anyway, and stays crouched so he’s at eye level with you. “s’my job to take care of you.”

you start to protest, because it’s really not, but he just reaches out and flicks your forehead again.

“fucking—why—“

“‘cause you think too much. i didn’t ask what you thought about the emotional labor distribution in the relationship, you motherfucker” and you know he’s mocking you, but he’s stupid and it makes you laugh, which softens him a little bit. “i asked if you were hurtin’ because i know you are and i want t’help. so just shut up and let me do that.”

you blink at him, and the tears are back with a vengeance—he sees your lip wobble and tuts at you, reaching to pull you off the couch and into his lap where he sits on the ground.

“fuckin’ crybaby,” he mutters, but it’s only fond as his hands work their way under the material of your (his) t shirt to rub your back. his warmth dulls the ache, if only a little bit.

“fuck off,” you whine, but it cracks a little and it’s muffled into his shoulder and it makes him laugh. you feel it rumble beneath you and you press closer, wanting to feel it again.

“what d’ya need?”

you pause, thinking about it. “i want to bury myself in the blankets on the bed.”

“okay.”

“and i want the cat.”

“okay?”

“and i want you to pass me snacks underneath the blankets.”

“oi, you’re not eating on the—“

“you have to knock first.”

he levels you with a look, cocking an eyebrow at you. you’d be intimidated if you didn’t know it was all for show—he’d do anything you asked him to.

“and also—“

“jesus christ—”

“i want you to hold my hand.”

that gives him pause, and you’ll make fun of him later for the way you watch him fold like a limp noodle.

“under the blankets?”

“under the blankets.”

he sighs, all dramatic, and he hauls both of you off the floor with a concerningly little amount of effort. you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you back to your bedroom. he sets you on the bed—gently, instead of his usual wwe style takedown—and dutifully throws the comforter over your head. you settle in, listening to him rummage around the house.

you hear him return, and you reach out to hold the comforter down so he can’t pull it up.

you hear him pause, and then sigh deeply. you hear the smile on his face.

“…knock, knock.”

you release your grip on the blanket, and he raises it only enough to shove your cat’s head through it. the little thing chirps it’s excitement to have joined you and you cackle, pulling her the rest of the way through.

you hear him pad back to the kitchen, muttering a “little fuckin’ bridge troll,” to himself. your cat settles in and katsuki returns, dropping what you assume to be your snacks onto the bed. you shoot an arm out from under the blankets and grab for them, yanking them under. you hear him snort, and then feel the bed dip under his weight as he settles in next to you.

you reach under the blanket again, feeling around blindly for his hand. he lets you tap around the bed a few times because he’s the worst, and then you feel his warm fingers intertwine with yours. you let out a pleased little hum and drag his hand under the blanket.

you press a tiny kiss to a scar over his knuckles. “love you,” you murmur, rubbing your cheek into the back of his hand. he squeezes your fingers gently.

“love you, you little freak.”

#if there’s anyone i’m not normal about it’s this mf #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou comfort #bakugou drabble #bkg it's the little things

[knavves]

DON'T ASK IF I CAN BREATHE ft sae, yukimiya, shidou, barou & aiku !

wc: 0.9k ノ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. face sitting. use of petnames. fingering. overstimulation. spanking. hair pulling. edging. use of 'slut' once.

sae was certainly surprised when his timid lover asked him such a naughty thing. to sit on his face? he wouldn't have expected it from you. but now that your eager cunt hovers over his face where he lays beneath you, he's more than grateful you asked. he notices how hesitant you are though, stopping before you sat down, much to his disappointment. your eyes flicker from his face, screwed with confusion, and your surroundings, feeling unsure all of a sudden. "w-what if you can't breathe? i- ooh shit!" he doesn't utter a word as he pulls you down onto his face, his heart pounding with excitement when he finally tastes you. his tongue runs over your heat and he notices that you're absolutely soaked, he wonders how long you've been fantasizing about this. but he finds himself enjoying this more than you as he laps up your orgasm just to fuck you into another one. he's addicted to say the least.

yukimiya is so so gentle with you. his voice is dripping with honey as he reassures you, "it's alright, my love. just let me give you my everything." his fingers trace soothing shapes into your thighs, coaxing you to sit down on his face. when you do, he's moaning into you, pressing kisses to your bud as he makes out with your pussy, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull at the taste of your arousal. he takes his time with you, wanting to savor every moment of it. it's euphoric to him. being under you like this fuck he would spend all eternity between your thighs if he could. "that's it. so so good, angel." he says breathlessly, sliding a finger into your neglected hole while his lips wrap around your clit again, working you through your orgasm. "taste so sweet. i want more. can you give it to me?" he knows you'll oblige, after all he's got you wrapped so tightly around his finger.

shidou is absolutely feral when it comes to eating you out. he's blunt when he asks for what he wants, he needs you to sit on his face and he makes that very clear. "but what if you can't-" "i don't give a shit." he's quick to cut you off, cat like eyes piercing into you. "sit on my face, pretty. don't care even if you suffocate me. got that?" he's so shameless but you comply nonetheless. when he's finally got you where he wants you, he eats you out like a starved man. you're pleading for him to slow down but he flat out ignores you. your brain is mush as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you. he loves how your thighs tremble around his head as he overstimulates you to filth. at some point you wonder if he's doing it for you or for his own pleasure. it get's him so hard being smothered by your cute little pussy, his cum soils his boxers as he releases completely untouched, just needs the taste of you to get off. "fuckk, need more of you. fuckin sit down, babe. use me."

barou doesn't stop until fat tears are rolling down your heated cheeks as you sob from how many times you've came. one of your hands grips onto the headboard for dear life while the other one weaves through his hair to give him a strong tug every time he sucks on your clit. it irks him when you squirm away from his mouth, growing overwhelmed from the sensation of his tongue brushing against your velvety walls. a loud slap rings through the room and you squeal, his hand print staining your ass cheek with a bright red. "what'd i tell you, slut? don't move. just fucking take it." he's so stern with the way he talks to you, his words shoot pleasure straight into your core. you want to give him more but you just can't. you're so delirious at this point as your body begs for more but your mind is screaming otherwise. "s too much! can't anymore." you babble while a new stream of tears rolls over your dried up ones. he scoffs at you, strong arms wrapping around you to trap you against him. "weren't you just bitching for me to make you cum earlier? i'm giving you what you want." he utters something about you being ungrateful before attaching himself to your spent cunt again.

aiku loves being smothered by you. so much so he sometimes forgets to breathe while he's caged beneath you. he couldn't give two shits whether or not he's breathing as long as he gets to explore your cunt with his wet muscle. he wants to make you gush all over his tongue and completely soak his face with your juices but he still can't help but edge you. he only does it to slowly get you to lose your mind so you're sitting on him entirely, so fucked out and desperate you aren't even worried about suffocating him anymore finally letting go just like he wants. "fuck, aiku! m close. can i cum this time? please?" you whine as you mindlessly hump his thick fingers that curl in the spongey confinements of your walls. you shudder when his stubble brushes against your thighs as he gives you quick kisses along your inner thighs, "go ahead, baby. cum for me." he says before wrapping his lips to suckle on your clit to finally push you over the edge, making sure not a single drop of what you give him goes to waste.

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