#they're so biteable

[ski-ip]

elf ears

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #farlyn #marcille #laios #laios touden #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #ryoko kui mentioned in one of the extras(?) that elf ears are soft and thin like a goat's and it's just so cuteee #they're so biteable #farlyn impulsive thoughts #comic #the touden siblings are freaks like that (affectionate)

[happyk44]

Jason stealthily creeping up on his friends, silent and delicate despite his bulky frame, barely noticeable, until he digs his teeth into their shoulder, their arm, their thigh, and bites before bolting off while they yell at him to stop fucking biting them.

#its their fault for being so biteable #wolf!jason #jason grace #happy talks pjo #imagining one of them seeing him approach and hes got that half open mouth thing and they just KNOW he wants to chomp #and they're just like no jason jason no biting but he keeps approaching slow and steady anyway #and they're just repeating no jason bad jason no biting but hes slowly lowering himself down and making direct eye contact #then he nips them quickly and darts back before they can swat at him

[2btheanswertothequestion]

Eddie's porn stash is a pretty conventional one. An 'if you've seen one stash you've seen them all' type. It basically only consists of skin mags, some of them kinky but most of them vanilla. Normal stuff.

The oddest thing in it is a two-year-old calendar. You know those sexy firefighter calendars? Usually a charity thing? A hit with the housewife crowd? Yeah. Except this calendar decided to branch out and include a bunch of sexy men from a bunch of sexy professions.

So, in this thing, joining the sexy firefighter is a sexy doctor, a sexy construction worker, a sexy police officer (whose month Eddie tore out and burned because fuck cops but don't ever fuck cops), a sexy librarian, and so on. They're all really good-looking, but none of them hold a candle to the paramedic.

It's weird. Paramedics aren't normally part of the traditionally sexy professions. It's messy and sometimes tragic, but lacks the high-paying glamour that doctors and nurses enjoy. Eddie's had his fair share of fantasies, and none of them involved fucking a paramedic.

Until two years ago.

The guy in the calendar simply is that hot.

There's not even anything risqué about his picture. None of the pictures go beyond "this dude is chiseled and shirtless", because veering even slightly past the softest softcore territory would scare off the little housewives or something.

(Eddie is actually pretty fucking sure it'd increase the sales, but hey, what does he know.)

The point is, there's nothing that obscene about the pic. Just a guy kneeling in the back of an ambulance, first aid equipment scattered between his powerful thighs, shirt open to reveal his sculpted torso…

Dark hair spanning across his pecs, over his abs, vanishing down his tight tight tight pants. Hips canting upward, bringing attention to the size of his bulge beneath the zipper. Broad shoulders, ripped arms and large hands, veins protruding across the back. A pretty yet masculine face, with a strong jaw and a straight nose, full lips, a smattering of moles going down his biteable neck. Voluminous, golden brown hair swooped away from his twinkling eyes.

He's got this look in them, this slant to his mouth. Like he knows he's the hottest guy in the calendar.

The one month everyone will go crazy for.

Eddie has become intimately familiar with that look. No joke, in two years it's made him crack his marbles more than anyone else has done in his quarter-century lifetime. When all else fails, November-paramedic has his back. It's basically his longest relationship to date, which sounds a lot sadder out loud (and it sounded fucking sad inside his head, too).

You might wonder why any of that is relevant now, as he sits on the curb outside of The Behemoth with blood trickling from his temple, his band giving their statements to one cop while another hauls away the snarling douchebag that clipped him. How does it play a part in this god-awful night out, you ask?

Well.

"Sir?"

Eddie startles, too caught up in the thudding inside his head, made worse by the buzzing crowd, to notice the man approaching him. He looks up, his gaze gliding past uniformed legs, muscular forearms, a curved neck and honeyed eyes appraising Eddie, and oh.

Oh God.

Eddie's breath sticks in his chest and his tongue becomes a cognate to sandpaper, because it's the paramedic.

It's the paramedic. From the calendar.

He's hallucinating. He has to be. He collapsed on the sidewalk, and now he's having one last weird sex dream before his brain finishes seeping out and he fucking dies.

November-paramedic crouches in front of him. Eddie continues to gape like he's getting ready to catch the peanuts no one is tossing at him.

"My name is Steve. I'm with the ambulance," November-paramedic says. "What's your name?"

Eddie makes a noise incomprehensible to most Earth cultures before his brain registers the meaning of the question and stutters out the answer.

"I- Uh- E-Eddie. It's, it's Eddie."

November-paramedic – Steve – smiles kindly. Heat prickles across Eddie's cheeks and neck. It's not the same as the cocky, sexy smile he's got in the calendar, but still. He's smiling. At Eddie!

"Hi, Eddie." He nods toward Eddie's temple. "That's an impressive cut you got there. May I take a look at it?"

"Yeah? Yeah. Um, g-go ahead."

As Steve sets down his bag and rummages through it, Eddie scours his face to confirm that it really is the guy from the calendar. To his chagrin, it is. There's no mistaking it. Those eyes, like liquid gold. That jawline, a weapon in its own right. Those moles, applied so skillfully it must've been by an artist's hand. That hair, coming straight out of a commercial for luxury shampoo. It's lying flatter than in the calendar, either lacking product or having sweated it out, but it's still glorious.

Steve, having finished washing his hands, tugs on a pair of disposable gloves. The plastic snaps against his wrist, sending a shiver through Eddie. It centers between his legs. Shit, if he pops a boner now…

"I'm going to ask you some questions, okay?" Steve says while pressing a square piece of gauze against the cut. "Do you know what day it is?"

"Eh, Thursday?"

"Do you know where you are?"

"The Behemoth."

Steve nods and, with a lopsided smile, asks, "And are you a patron or did you and your head injury just wander onto the scene?"

Eddie laughs. Loud, merry, and verging on too long. It wasn't even that funny. Steve seems pleased his joke was a success, though. Unless his smile is the uncomfortable kind that one wears when faced with the unhinged. Eddie isn't sure how much blood he's lost.

"No, I, like, my band…" he says, stammering like talking isn't what he does best. Jesus Christ, it's just a hot guy! Eddie has made a fool of himself in front of those plenty of times – no need to get flustered about it. He clears his throat. "We had a gig and, after, at the bar, some guys got into a fight. Got ugly, so we tried to leave, but… alas!" He makes a dramatic sweep of his arm, nearly clocking Steve. Steve expertly ducks away without lessening the pressure on the wound. Eddie soldiers on, not daring to pause lest he lose his steam. Hopefully his burning face is enough of an apology. "Fucker wasn't even aiming for me. He missed his intended target and struck me instead."

"Right. Did you lose consciousness after he hit you?"

"Nope."

"Good. Did you drink tonight?"

"Half a beer, at most."

"Do-"

"Eddie!"

Gareth's nasally voice cuts off Steve's question. The next second, he's materialized beside them with a slightly alarmed expression. "Dude, are you…!"

He trails off, eyes growing into dinner plates. There isn't that much blood, is there?

Steve looks Gareth up and down, a crease between his brows. "Is this your friend?"

"My drummer. Gareth."

Eddie half-expects Steve to demand Gareth leaves so he can do his job in peace, but nope. That kind, calm smile is back. He even gives him one of those little upward-nods 'cool guys' like to do.

"What's up, Gareth? I'm Steve; I'm with the ambulance. Just making sure Eddie won't keel over later tonight."

"Uh huh…" Gareth kneels opposite Steve. He's smiling too, but his is shit eating. Eddie frowns in confusion, because what does Gareth have to be happy about? He was freaking out right after Eddie got hit, but now he's staring at Steve like-

Oh.

He's staring at Steve.

No. Noooooooooo! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh why, why has he kept his porn stash in a drawer without a lock all these years?! He can't recollect the reason Gareth opened that particular drawer on that particular day – all Eddie remembers is how Gareth, Jeff, and Marv snickered when he explained the inclusion of the calendar.

That was it, though. They moved on. Sure, there has been the occasional roasting after the fact, but it's not like he hasn't also mocked them for their weird shit. But that's not the point. The point is that Gareth is staring at Steve like he recognizes him.

Gareth's attention flicks toward Eddie. Eddie shakes his head as subtly yet pleadingly as he can. Gareth's grin gobbles down another turd. Eddie makes a valiant effort to explode Gareth's eyeballs with his mind.

"Say…" Gareth turns to Steve. "Have we met?"

"I don't think so. Eddie, do you have a headache?"

"Yeah, man," Eddie says, voice trembling. "Hurts like hell."

"I could've sworn I've seen your face before," Gareth says. "Like, I'm 100% sure."

"Are you dizzy or nauseous?" Steve asks, ignoring Gareth.

"Um, a little dizzy but no nausea?"

"Hmm, okay. Blurred vision or uneven numbness?"

"No."

Steve nods, glancing at his watch. Then, to Eddie’s dismay, he looks at Gareth. "I've never been to this bar before."

"Nono, not here. Somewhere else…"

Steve's lips purse and his brows knit into the most adorable thinking-face Eddie has ever seen. His heart skips a beat, then skips two more as Steve's free hand gently cups Eddie's cheek. The skin catches fire where Steve's gloved fingertips touch it.

"Let me have a look at your pupils…" Steve says, guiding Eddie's face and, holy shit, leaning in close for a better look.

Eddie gulps, half his blood rushing up and the other half down; he squeezes his legs together to prevent the little guy from saying 'hello' to everyone present. His eyes rove over Steve's face. His lips are chapped and the skin on his nose is dry. The nose itself is somewhat crooked. Did he get into a fight between the calendar photoshoot and now, or did they make the nose straighter for the photo? Why would anyone think it necessary to edit a face like this one? Even with its imperfections mere inches away, it's still the handsomest Eddie has seen.

Steve hums. It's a perfectly preserved vinyl. It's a metal festival. It's Eddie's new favorite song.

"Same size but pretty dilated… Keep your eyes open, please." He shines a tiny flashlight into Eddie's eyes before nodding, satisfied. "All right, looks good."

He leans back out of Eddie's space, returning Eddie's ability to breathe, and removes the gauze. His smile tells Eddie that the bleeding has stopped. As great as it is that he won't hemorrhage to death, it also means their encounter is approaching its end.

"You might've seen me at the university campus?" Steve says, fiddling with some plasters; it takes Eddie's horny brain five full seconds to deduce he's talking to Gareth again.

"No-" Gareth freezes, mouth hanging open. His smugness has evaporated. "Actually, I might have? You're a student?"

Steve chuckles as he patches the last of Eddie's cut. "No, but my friends are. None of them own a car, so I end up driving them everywhere. Right, Eddie, I think you're good to recover at home. Unless you feel like you should head to the hospital?"

Great question! Does he? On the one hand: riding in the ambulance with Steve, ensuring a few additional minutes of his lustrous eyes and smooth voice.

On the other hand: hospital bills.

"… no."

"Okay. Do you have anyone who can keep an eye on you?"

Eddie shakes his head. "I live alone."

"Then maybe Gareth could hang around for the next 48 hours?"

"Sure can," Gareth says without hesitating. Eddie's heart swells with affection for him, despite his (failed! Hah!) plot to mortify Eddie to death.

Steve is already packing his medical bag.

"I want you to rest and avoid stressful situations," he tells Eddie. "No alcohol, no recreational drugs, no driving, and no working until you feel completely recovered. You may take tylenol, but not aspirin or ibuprofen. And if your symptoms worsen or you develop new ones – seek medical attention. Got it?"

The last part is sterner, reminding Eddie of every male authority figure he's strived to disobey during his teenage years. He has no such desire this time.

"Got it."

Steve raises his eyebrows as if to say 'have you really?', and Eddie has to wonder if it's he who seems contrariant and/or stupid enough to ignore the medic or if this is something Steve does with every patient. If it's the former, he mustn't seem that contrariant, because Steve's features soften into trust. He stands, brushing dust off his knees.

"Great. You boys take care now. Have a nice night."

"Yeah, you too, man," Eddie calls after him weakly as he retreats to the blinking ambulance. "Thanks…"

He keeps his gaze on the broad expanse of Steve's back, soaking in the rippling of his muscles as he walks and, oh would you look at that, his ass is as nice as the rest of him. Eddie's been wondering for two years now…

"Dude!"

Eddie jerks toward Gareth. Did he say that out loud? Did he drool? Is his boner showing? But no, Gareth isn't disgusted or disturbed – he's excited.

Shit.

He'll never hear the end of this.

"Don't!" he hisses.

Gareth just laughs, eyes twinkling.

"That was-"

"Don't!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Gareth-"

"You are so red right now!"

"For Jesus fucking Christ's fucking sake-"

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Dedicated to @rougenancy for always listening to and encouraging my various thoughts, opinions, and ideas (they are constant).

Part 2

AO3

#me combining paramedic!steve with model!steve? it's more likely than you think #no need to tell me i'm a genius – i already know it #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #it's not important but i named the third guy 'marvin' #because i think he looks like one #this is part one out of [undecided] #i'll be winging it in the middle so that'll be fun #my writing #steddie fic: november paramedic

[sanseru]

They will insist that they're still totally enemies! But in order for Dib to keep defending the world, he needs to pay rent... so the deal is no fighting on work nights.

But unfortunately, Dib is just so biteable...

Anyways, more bug zim! I've got an additional drawing under the cut of the freak.

There is nothing going on in that head of his.

#invader zim #iz #zim #dib #dib membrane #zade #zadf #but they wont admit theyre friends #bug zim #possible zadr #my art #digital art #comic #sketch #fan art

[thebestbooksaround]

This is a Buddie fic rec list where "one of them isn't a firefighter" That makes me warm and happy every time I read them <3

Part 1 || Part 2

Spousal Secrets and Celebrity Crushes by AshwinMeird (@ashwinmeird) | 9k | General

Eddie joined the 118 and Hen learned plenty about his husband and son through endless stories, but she knew almost nothing about Buck. Then a movie being filmed not far from the station starts to become very relevant to her life. Or Five times Hen was confused about Eddie's husband and One time it all made sense

i'll walk through fire for you by prettyboybuckley (@greyacebuckley) | 3k | General

Eddie just shrugs, and they leave him alone, chattering about something he tunes out as he stares out the window. At least, until Bobby starts briefing them on what they're walking into.

He hears the address, and his stomach turns. That's where Buck lives. 

"There was an explosion somewhere in the building," Bobby tells them over the comms. "Third floor is fully engulfed, the building is unstable, and there are people trapped up there, still. There's one other firehouse on the scene already."

OR: In a universe where Buck is not a firefighter but they're still best friends, Eddie gets called to a fire at Buck's apartment building

call you home by ashavahishta (@ashavahishta) | 6k | General

"He’s like, so pretty sometimes I can’t believe he’s real?” He’d rambled once, so tired at the end of shift he was basically drunk with it.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Hen had said patiently, and patted him on the shoulder. “I like girls, remember?”

“He’s built like a Greek god with the face of an angel,” Eddie had argued, a stubborn set to his mouth like he was determined for Hen to believe just how gorgeous his husband was. “Even you couldn’t resist that.”

Or: "Eddie Diaz drinks his 'I fucking love my husband' juice for 6,000 words." OR "5 Times Eddie Told The Firefam About Buck and 1 Time They Actually Met Him".

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless | 15k | Explicit

Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

the handyman can ('cause he fixes it with love) by iphigenias (@oatflatwhite) | 4k | Teen

Eddie’s first thought when he opens the door is that Hen’s finally getting payback for Eddie hustling her in pool last Friday. The guy standing on the stoop is sweaty, smiling, with biceps that look like they could jaws-of-life a car all on their own and a very pink, very biteable kiss of a birthmark above his crinkled blue eyes. His toolbelt looks like every toolbelt from every bad porn movie ever, slung absurdly low on his hips, and the acid-wash jean shorts he’s wearing absolutely cannot be OSHA-approved.

Eddie decidedly does not look at the thick muscle of the guy’s thighs when he says, “uh, I think you have the wrong house.”

we can’t fight gravity (love is like falling) by alasse (@alasse9) | 21k | Teen

Eddie is an actor (a former child star of a major franchise who only does weird indie movies nowadays), and Buck is still a firefighter. The universe screams at them a few times—through a tsunami, an unfortunate misunderstanding, and an emergency at a movie set—until they finally get it together.

Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania) | 21k | Mature

Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

(is in the back of my mind and on the tip of my tongue) by waferkya (@oursisthewinter) | 17k | Teen

Soft, dark hair, just long enough to begin curling at the tips; expressive eyebrows and an impossibly straight nose that should belong on some Greek statue, full pink lips stretched in a wide smile just this side of goofy, and a wonderful amount of stubble dusting his jaw; broad shoulders hugged to perfection by the dark blue police uniform, his entire body a stretch of tight muscle. Yeah, yup, yes. Chim is not wrong. The man is handsome as sin. Also, he’s a cop, which—hi, hello, that’s hot.

[AU in which Eddie is a cop who just moved to LA; Buck has zero self-esteem, a praise kink the size of the desert and no clue on how to pick a decent Dom; and eventually love conquers all.]

Write me into your happy ending... by ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie | 16k | Teen

Four years ago when Eddie and Christopher started reading the book series about Daniel's Adventures together before bedtime, Eddie never would have guessed that he would run into the author of said book series in the middle of a Barnes & Noble in LA. He also wouldn't have guessed that said encounter would begin with him sternly lecturing the stranger and making a slight fool of himself. Nor would he have predicted that this terrible first impression would somehow make the published author want to give his phone number to Eddie.

Or, Eddie the firefighter and Buck the writer have a meet-cute, and things progress from there.

i wanna be known (by you) by chasingoblivion (@starlightbuck) | 12k | General

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Hen glances down at Eddie’s phone then back up at him in disbelief. “How do you ‘not mean’ to download a bunch of dating apps but still have them on your phone?” Or  In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.

String of hearts... by ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie | 11k | Teen

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

Confirmation Bias by strifechaos | 31k | Mature

After the fallout with his ex-wife, Eddie believed he could only trust his family with his son. He hadn’t imagined falling for his son’s sweet-hearted nanny, Buck.

With his own family so distant, Buck never considered that he’d be lucky enough to find a home for himself, let alone people he could count on. Not until he meets the Diaz boys.

AU: Buck was never a firefighter, and becomes Christopher's sitter when Shannon's job takes her away from Eddie and Chris for the summer. Eddie tries to not fall for his son's nanny, he's not very successful.

serendipity (can't get him off my mind) by elless | 7k | Teen

Buck has his job at the daycare, his sister, and good friends. And not much else. His life hasn't turned out how he expected. Then he gets a wrong number text that changes everything. He and Eddie click instantly, but Eddie lives in Texas while Buck is in LA. It can never work, especially if Buck is too afraid to make a move.

Buckley's Bouquets by awashleyno | 23k | Teen

A world where Buck owns a flower shop and manages to develop a huge, massive, ridiculous crush on a handsome firefighter that comes in for a visit one day.

Or, 5 times Eddie gives flowers to other people and the 1 time he gives them to Buck.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine (@florenceandthemachine) | 8k | Explicit

unknown sender: Hi! unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run. unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way. sent: hey um sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black (@redtooblack) | 13k | Mature

In his entire time being a firefighter, Eddie has never met anyone as accident-prone as Evan Buckley. And Buck - well, he's quickly becoming the 118's best customer.

(Or - the one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.)

i'm gonna make this place your home by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica) | 11k | Teen

"Hey, did you know that other people can go to the kids' islands on that game?" He asks Hen the following day at work, stocking up the ambulance with her while Chim teaches the probie how to roll hoses.

"Yeah, I mean, they go to each other's all the time." Which, yeah, in a way, Eddie knew that part

"No, I mean other people, like people on the internet or whatever." Hen shoots him a look, one that states he's showing his usual technophobic ways again. “I'm just saying, some person that Chris called 'Buck' was on his island just like... giving him things.” It feels a lot like those stories about grooming or whatever, when the internet was new and people pretended to be something they weren't. What if this Buck person was an old guy in a creepy basement trying to befriend kids on a game? --- During the pandemic, Christopher gets more involved in online gaming. Eddie promptly freaks out when he realises his son has made a friend through the games. It takes Chimney's girlfriend and a car crash to understand how important that friend will be.

#Fics I love #Buddie #Eddie Diaz #Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley #911onfox #911 fan fiction #buddiefanfiction #Buddie fic #911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 on abc

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Does the serum make Steve…. louder? Like his lung capacity is obviously more than the average. Did his vocal cords get super soldier-ed too?

Of course, that would mean that Bucky would have to gag him when they have sex. Especially the marathon, sweaty, desperate, edging, kind of sex where Steve just loses all control over his volume because he can’t even hear how loud he’s being over the the sound of his own blood pumping straight to his cock.

They have all kinds of gags so Bucky can control how loud he wants Steve to be since Steve can’t. Maybe even one that looks like the Winter Soldier mask.

Holy shit, I love this idea.

Even if lung capacity and/or vocal chord strength doesn't equate to volume in any meaningful way, my answer to this ask is fucking YES.

YES.

Yes, simply for the fact that I fucking love vocal partners. Major knee-buckling, weak spot for me. So, there's no way I can resist a louder Steve post-serum. Louder and more sensitive, which is just... irresistible 😮‍💨😮‍💨

This got out of hand, I'm supposed to be doing homework, not writing filth on Tumblr, lmao

And the mention of gags alongside the vocal-nature of this makes me think of this fic:

"Day 18: Leather/Latex" by hannahrhen

Anyway--

I can not get my mind off of vocal top Steve. There's 🤌🏻something about him🤌🏻

Imagine him, on top of Bucky, pressing him into the mattress with all his strength--back muscles rippling, so slim to so broad from his hips to his shoulders that it looks impossible, making your eyes almost roll back, just staring, his ass round and biteable, his thighs flexing, his dick putting in work, carving out space for himself inside Bucky.

Steve's shaking and sweating as his hips thrust, his movements so well practiced--fluid, but deep and hard, too. It's intense as fuck. Just how Bucky likes it. Feels so good.

And, God, the rhythm is more than enough to leave Steve's blonde hair hanging over his forehead, mused and sex-ruffled. He's glowing sweat, misted like a fucking Greek God, but so, so much better than pale, white marble he's pink and feverish, his heart pulsing wildly in his chest all the way down to his devastatingly hard dick.

His heart racing and racing as he pants with his mouth open, groaning lowly when Bucky clenches down on his thick cock hard, it makes Steve insane, so tight, he can't believe he fits inside his little hole, whimpering when Bucky tells him faster, faster, oh, ah, ah, ah, yes!, moaning right in Bucky's ear when Steve stops pinning his wrists to the bed, shifting to grab his shoulders and really pound him instead, and Bucky's hands grab at him greedily, wanting to feel his muscles work as he fucks him, pulling him down. He fucks him good and hard, using all his bulk to make Bucky fucking take it.

When he moans like that in his ear, making him crazy with want, Bucky might try to tilt his head to the side, panting just as hard, breath humid and thick, gasping for just a little oxygen between their mouths, begging for a sloppy, filthy kiss but Steve can't lock lips. He can't stop making sounds. The best he can do is moan right into his mouth.

It's so hot. The sounds.

The noises.

Gasping. Whining. Moaning. Panting. Groaning.

All these obscene sounds that mix intoxicatingly with the harsh, wet sound of their bodies colliding. Steve is fucking him hard. And it feels so good. It lights Bucky up--he's only dry kindling and Steve is a match, the friction between them lights them both. Flames lapping at their skin. Soon enough, it's hot enough to crackle and spread, and they're taking down the whole forest. Ignited. Unable to stop. Not when Steve sounds like that. Not when he moves like that, making Bucky see nothing but white-hot sparks.

Pleasured so good, Bucky can bite his tongue, groaning softly and panting and swearing under his labored breath as Steve lays into him like he wants him dead, pounding his prostate until he feels like he might burst, all this pleasure rushing like painful, aching, glorious, intense static through his veins. Steve can't bite his tongue, though.

Steve can't shut his fucking mouth.

Bucky loves it. He's so loud. When it's not mind meltingly hot to hear every hit of pleasure that he takes, it's hilarious because it's so goddamn inconvenient. As much as Bucky might want to bitch and moan about it, complaining that they'll never be able to have a quickie in some closet or bathroom or back of the car because they'll be found out immediately with Steve wailing like that... the moment he starts to feel irritated, he'll twitch or clench or grab, and Steve will just let out the most guttural, wanting sound at the perfect moment, leaving Bucky snickering. Combing a hand through his hair, cooing at his big, dumb, fucked-out face. Mouth-open moaning.

Yeah, Bucky's best guy is loud.

So, even when Bucky manages to reach up, muscles trembling as he goes boneless on Steve's dick, to jam a few fingers between his gaping, swollen lips... Steve's hardly muffled. He's distracted, sure, licking, tonguing, and slurping around his fingers as if they're his dick, but he's moaning too. He's moaning more. That part of Bucky's body in his mouth. How could it not be good? How could it not make his lungs punch out a sound of desire? Lust thick inside him.

Guh.

He's hot and wet and drooling around Bucky's fingers and not any fucking quieter. He might be louder, Jesus Christ.

Naturally, then, it escalates.

If fingers won't do it, what will? How can Bucky get Steve to a reasonable goddamn volume when they fuck? What about Bucky's underwear, literally ripped off of his body in impatience and now an otherwise useless scrap of fabric, stuffed into his mouth? What about Steve's own underwear? There's no difference, really, Bucky just wants it. How about the bottom hem of Steve's sweatshirt, pushed up and shoved between his teeth, giving Bucky an eye-crossing view of his clenching belly and bouncing tits as he fucks him? A ball gag? Bit gags (again, because Bucky wants it, Steve wants it, there's no reason why it would keep Steve's volume down when a ball doesn't, no matter how fat the intrusion is)? A scarf tied around the back of his head? A panel gag? A thick belt doubled over and pushed between drool-glistening lips? A strip of shiny tape slapped over his full, plush lips that leaves a red mark around his mouth like smeared lipstick when they're done, and Bucky tears it off of him? An inflatable gag that Bucky can pump more and more until Steve is whimpering about the fullness and stretch while he's pumping Bucky full?

What will it fucking take? And why is it so hot, the length they have to go to just to make sure that nobody interrupts them with how loose Steve's lips are. All whiny and needy, despite how Steve fucks like a champ. He sounds like he should be the one getting pounded into the mattress (or couch, or wall, or shoulder wall, or... yeah.)

What will it fucking take?

A muzzle?

Bucky jokes. It's a half serious suggestion while they have lazy, post-mission sex that is absolutely better than the sex anyone else is having when they're not exhausted and at the top of their game, thank you very much. Their uniforms are half on, on the way to getting suspicious stains, half revealing dirty, bruised skin--just enough to whip it out and to take it.

Steve is hesitant at first, considering their history with muzzles. He doesn't know if he could stand to do it. Especially if it's a full muzzle that covers the bottom of his face like what the soldier wore. But, later, when they're toweling off after their post-lazy-sex, lazy-shower-sex... the moment Bucky gives him that lazy, charming grin, popping his dimples, and drawls richly about the pleasure of taking the power back, feeling the reins in his own hands, calling the shots...

Oh, God.

Steve's stiff in his jeans immediately, and he needs to, at least, try. For Bucky's sake. Sure, Steve, Bucky's sake. It doesn't have to do with any kind of selfish need to see Bucky's eyes lit with fire, as he dangles a muzzle in front of his face, taunting him. Steve kneeling. Poised to crawl on his hands and knees toward the other man above him. Low enough he could kiss Bucky's feet. He could use his tongue to clean his boots, humming at the taste, knowing exactly where he's been by the grit on his teeth and tongue. Savoring it. Everything he's done for him. The hell he's walked through to get to him. Above him, Bucky's reclined on the edge of their bed, one hand behind him, leaning, all casual and powerful, alluring with his thighs spread wide, setting the muzzle in his lap before curling his finger smoothly. Wordlessly beckoning Steve over so he can shut him up and they can have fun without the neighbor's calling the cops... again.

Those sure, knowing fingers tilting Steve's head up with a mean grip on his chin and slipping the rigid leather onto his face, making sure he can't open his mouth to moan like hell when he's given the privilege of fucking Bucky.

Those fingers.

Those fingers that Steve's going to watch, silenced and muzzled, as they stretch and pry his tight, wet flesh open, preparing himself for Steve's cock. Propped up on his knees in front of Steve, his belly and chest to the bed, hips up, thighs invitingly wide, showing him where he's so tight and aching, but... not yet.

Steve can't touch yet.

And he can't beg to touch. Muzzled.

He can only swallow back sounds and stare desperately, longingly, saliva flooding his mouth.

While they're at it--Steve muzzled like a big, obedient puppy, so good and big as he slides into Bucky after he's stretched, squirming on his back, his thighs still wide open to give Steve a teasing glimpse of his wet hole--Bucky adds a collar for good measure.

A collar.

The strip of thick, dark leather around his throat is complete with a leash, so Bucky can pull it tight, keeping his big, hulking puppy close with the taut, short stretch of leather between their heated bodies.

His fist. Steve's neck. Connected. Joined as one.

He owns him.

It's not like Steve could go anywhere with Bucky's thick, powerful thighs clenched around his trim waist anyway. He's trapped. Entangled in Bucky's heat. All tight and hot and wet inside. And his voice is just as restricting as the leash around his throat--cutting off his air, pulled at just the right moment to slice his muffled moans in half when he pulls at his leash--and orders him to hold back. D-don't cum. Not yet. I'm, 'm not done fuh-fucking done with you yet. Make me cum again. J-just, ngh, just one more. 'M not done yet. Then you can have your treat, okay, boy? That sound good, huh, pup? Mmm, mmm-hmm, yeah, yeah, just like that, gimme it like th-that.

Steve whines, pathetically muffled. It's barely a sound at all, so softened, but at the same time, it's so saturated with want that it's dripping.

How did we get to puppy play? What?

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fic rec #big sub steve #dom bucky #top steve #bottom bucky

[merakiui]

I’ve come to offer you my drawing of fish to wish you a Happy Valentine’s.

OH MY STARS!!!!! UUUWWAAA!!!!!! ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ the beloved three fishies........ they're absolutely adorable!! Floyb waving so happily,,, 🥺 holding hands............ their biteable cheeks... so squishy and soft. My heart is mush. They're just too precious. T^T <3 thank you for allowing me to behold such a cute masterpiece. Have the happiest Valentine's Day forever and always!!!!!!!!! ✨ ✨

#sweet messages #sleep-ydragon #THEY ARE TOO CUTE OTL i love them

[blorbocedes]

i wish u would write: more lesbians!sico 🙏🏻

"Would you still like me if I was a worm?"

Seb asks stupid questions like this, lying belly flop on Nico's dorm bed.

"No. Worms are disgusting." Nico rolls her eyes, carefully cutting out Britney Spears' image from the glossy magazine cover. She's going to mail order that halter top later.

Seb turns to look at her all sad with her freakish blue eyes and floppy hair, about to launch into an explanation about why worms are very important for the ecology, actually. Nico revises her answer. Blame Lewis for insults being her love language.

"I would put you in a terrarium. Plenty of enrichment. Good soil."

"We cannot date if I'm in a terrarium." Seb pouts. Her tee shirt rode up as she moved, exposing a stripe of pale skin. Seb's always pale while Nico gets a flush golden tan in Monaco. Sebastian has gotten this strange impression that simply because they have sex and spend time together afterwards that they're 'dating.' Nico hasn't corrected her on it yet.

"It's frowned upon to date worms." Nico finishes her scrapbooking, scooching over to the squeaky twin sized dorm bed.

"Well, I would date you if you were a worm. Maybe it would be better, I could finally get you to come watch the Return Of The King with me." Seb smiles, linking one of her legs with Nico's, jeans against bare skin.

"How would you get a terrarium in the theatre, genius?" Nico hates that she's playing along this stupid thought experiment, when there's a young, hot body in her bed and she doesn't have class until the afternoon. She runs her fingers against Seb's bare stomach, feels her get goosebumps at the touch.

"I'll-- uh," Seb is momentarily distracted, blinking at Nico, licking her lips, and they really are so red and biteable. "Sneak you in my pocket. Keep you warm."

It's 2004 and none of their jeans have real pockets.

"Yeah?" Nico crawls on top, eyes dark. "Keep me here?" Nico pulls on the fake pocket of her low rise jeans, exposing her hip bone, circling her thumb over it. Seb writhes at the touch. It's very validating, she goes pink wherever Nico touches her, as if Seb isn't the one whose fucked everyone on campus while Nico's relatively new to carpet munching, but a diligent learner.

"Or here?" Nico asks, sliding her hand under Seb's shirt -- squeezing her tit, impossibly warm like a molten core.

"Damn you. Everywhere." Seb begs, promises, pulling Nico down to put her tongue in her mouth.

#seb's a lotr emo band geek so naturally a huge slut. nicos bicurious and breaking up with lewis turned her gay #girl sico #sico my beloved #my ficlets #blorbocedes ask #f1 rpf #hehe I hope you like it ! :3

[radiant-reid]

HI, CATE!! This is my first request, I'm nervous. Btw I love all you write.

Can I have a blurb or something related to Spencer's Lila scarf? I mean, I can't look at him scarf and not think about it. I don't know, maybe grab him scarf and kiss him hard. That could involucrated smut if you want o something fluff. Or anything to you want.

I'm going to love it anyway. XX.

love this, thank you for requesting !! i thought this idea was kind of cute because i love happy couples getting teased

my little baby 🫶🏼🫶🏼

It's so cold in DC that you feel like your blood isn't circulating properly. As chilly as it is, when you get a BAU call, you're leaving the apartment to go to Quantico.

"Spencer, you need a scarf." You scold him, holding out the lilac scarf to him after you've put your own on.

He shrugs his coat on but shakes his head. "It's not that cold."

"Yes, it is. Scarf on now." You demand, waving it at him.

"No, Mom." He jokes, dodging you as you try to wrap it around his neck.

"Let's keep the mommy talk to the bedroom." You scold, narrowing your eyes at him.

He gulps, nodding before he smirks. "No bedroom talk means you can't tell me what to do." He reminds you, picking up both your go-bags and stepping out the door.

You scowl at him but take his scarf anyway, excited for the I told you so speech you knew was coming. You keep it in your bag the whole way to the BAU.

You're barely there for five minutes before Morgan's pulling at the collar of your boyfriend's coat, grinning, as he spins Spencer around to show his exposed neck to Emily and JJ. "Damn, pretty boy's getting laid."

You clench your teeth as you survey the damage from your day off. What else were you meant to do when he had such biteable skin.

Emily jumps up to get a closer look at the purple marks, smirking between you and a very red Spencer. "Jesus Christ, they're pretty deep, Y/n."

He's your little artwork, and you're proud of it. "Why are you smirking?" Spencer asks you, trying to get away from Morgan's grip.

"I mean, I did a pretty good job." You gloat. "And I told you that you should have worn your scarf." You remind him, throwing it at him.

You don't realize Gideon's there until he speaks. "Reid, put the scarf on before we get on the jet." He instructs, only making Spencer redder as he scrambles to put his scarf on.

"And L/n, help him out by stopping the biting," Hotch tells you.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds #spencer reid fluff

[vampyrsm]

bakugou catching yn drooling over his muscles 😭😭

me, im yn, i drool over the thought of his muscles all day long.

Bakugou has always been so dedicated to making sure his body is kept in perfect condition, he's a man who uses every muscle in his body for work. Obviously, he works on his back, shoulders and arms—the muscle mass in those areas is required to be big and beefy, and those gauntlets aren't going to carry themselves around all day.

But his thighs !! Calves !! They're so big, biteable, so fucking juicy when he tenses them up, I imagine he has a home gym as well as the one at his agency but he prefers the silence. It helps him focus and lets him not get distracted by the dumbass who doesn't know how to use one of the machines (me).

So think about how you're just walking past the door to the gym, heading to the bedroom or something like that but you hear the sounds of him pumping iron. He's grunting, there's the faint sound of the music blasting in his ears. It's only natural you slowly stop, standing in the doorway whilst you ogle him. He's a man sculpted by the gods, you know that, you've had the time to worship those muscles and kiss every inch of them.

Yet still, you find yourself a little breathless. He's got a skin-tight sleeveless compression vest on, it honestly makes his tits look massive—yes, he has told you to stop calling them tits. No, you will not stop—and you find yourself following the outlines of his muscles, the way his chest expands and how his stomach tenses when he pushes himself to lift.

His sweatpants are meant to be loose, they were so loose on you that normally you have to turn them three times to let them sit comfortably on your waist but they're so much tighter on your boyfriend. His thighs are tensed, muscles bulging in the material and yes you do let your eyes linger on the outline of his dick. Can you be blamed for having a little look? No.

Shame that he's caught you though. You were so busy letting your eyes roam over him that you didn't notice that he's shifted positions so he's looking right at you, the red of his eyes is dark but it's playful. He's panting, breathing heavily to try and regulate after an intense workout. Using one of those tiny white towels to rub down over his face and through his hair.

"See anything you like?" he teases, a breathless chuckle when you have the audacity to look a little bashful at the fact he caught you. But then it's shifting quickly to something cheeky, something that has the fire roaring in his stomach.

You're grinning, shrugging all nonchalant. "Seen better."

You have about 5 seconds to seek safety before he ravages you. Though, you never were quite as fast as the No. 1 hero.

#— alex has mail ! #— user anon #— bkg thirst

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

You mentioned in your Firestar post that "what [Dracula]’s consuming is as much soul as anything else", which made me think: Chorby Soul from Blaseball?

Disadvantages:

Literally The Most Biteable Guy In The Universe. i'm not exaggerating, their main claim to fame is getting attacked by sharks* more than 200 times over the course of two seasons due to having a ridiculously huge amount of soul.

*(the sharks in question are not actual sharks; they're called Consumers and they're sharklike metaphors for financial debt that do also very literally eat players' souls and cause them physical injury. blaseball's a weird game.)

blaseball players, as a category, get hypnotized/mind-controlled on a regular basis; not only are there two normal teams able to use psychic powers/supernatural charm to make opposing players strike out or throw walks, there are multiple occasions where a god has taken control of an entire team's worth of players and used them in a boss battle against their former friends. and chorby was on one of the latter ones

also no way in hell they can free climb. they weren't very strong even before the shark attacks, which tanked all of their physical ability into the garbage

Advantages:

the same thing that makes them the most biteable guy in the universe also makes them uncommonly resilient to being bitten! so, in blaseball, a player is Redacted (basically, disappearing entirely with the potential to later reappear having Come Back Wrong) when they lose all their soul, and consumer attacks lower a player's soul by 1 each time. the highest soul a player can normally generate with is 9. chorby, before they started getting eaten by sharks, had 1777. even after many, many times the consumer attacks it would take to redact anyone else, they still have ~1400 more soul than any other player ever has. this doesn't protect them from the physical damage of consumer attacks, but vampire bites have gotta be a lot smaller than sharkbites

not only are they very familiar with the supernatural, due to living in the blaseball universe where the supernatural is just everywhere, they literally shared an apartment with a vampire for years. a much more benevolent vampire than dracula, but still!

oh yeah, chorby themself is already undead – they hold the blaseball record for Most Times Resurrected, in fact

also pretty chill with wolves. transylvanian wolves are unlikely to respect the damascus steel knives given out by the wolf-god of central park (again: blaseball is a weird game), but chorby's probably not scared of them!

(note: if you want more information on chorby or on anything else i've mentioned here, i highly recommend blaseball.wiki) (tbh i highly recommend blaseball.wiki just in general. it's fun to read)

Now we don't have time to unpack all that......

I think this guy is what Dracula eats in his depressed rebellious phase when he's disillusioned with the Feelings of the Hunter and just wants to sit on his couch reading reruns of Dickens. He's like the magic pudding for vampires. One day Dracula is like "what am I doing with my unlife??? - screw it, I'm moving to England."

#chorby soul #blaseball #yo wtf #unindexed

[fbfh]

as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+ I'm supposed to be asleep but I can't stop thinking about Dave Lizewski. specifically Dave x hyperfeminine girly reader. god he's just. so biteable. I want to fucking bite him. we've established that it's so easy to get him wrapped around your finger, but I don't think I've talked about how fast you're going to have to swoop in to make him yours. Your best bet is to seduce him over a weekend, make him completely and utterly obsessed with you over the course of two days, because the second you set your sights on him he's going to have the boyfriend material scent all over him and girls are going to start noticing him really fucking fast. Dave is painfully, chronically horny and deeply touch starved, so if you really want to drive him crazy, slip his hand under your skirt between your legs and let him touch you, let him finger you for a while before having to leave suddenly. that alone is enough to make him cream his pants, but then you talk so close to him and he can still taste your sugary lip gloss on his lips, you promise you'll be back soon, okay? can he wait for you for a little while? he'll be nodding before you even finish your sentance. he's already completely whipped. go get a coffee, get your nails done, run some errands or go shopping for a cute little outfit. he'll spend the entire time you're apart thinking about you, thinking about the fact that you not only let him touch you, but you really wanted him to. Dave is the poster boy for shy awkward dorky untouched nerd packing a huge cock that he barely knows what to do with. between that and how deeply horny and touch starved he is, you'll probably spend the rest of the weekend happily fucking him. he has a fixation with your boobs too. small, big, lopsided, he doesn't care. he just loves having tiddy in his mouth and hand and loves that they're attached to you. the good news is, fucking him multiple times over the course of that weekend means really, really solidifying his attachment to you. now when monday comes around and he's covered in that boyfriend material scent that has all the girls who used to ignore him looking at him differently, his head is still reeling with your smell and feeling and taste. he's completely oblivious to their flirting because he spends the rest of the day walking you to class and getting hard when you pull him into closets to make out.

#drabbles #dave lizewski drabbles #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski smut #dave lizewski #kick ass smut #kick ass x reader #kick ass drabbles #kick ass #LAKSDFJSLKJS #HE SERIOUSLY THINKS YOU'RE THE HOTTEST MOST BEAUTIFUL ATTRACTIVE PERSON TO WALK THE FACE OF THE EARTH #HE CANT BELIEVE YOU EXIST IN REAL LIFE #MUCH LESS WANT HIM??????? #OBVIOUSLY YOU HAVE HIM WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER FROM DAY ONE #HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF?????????

[housewifebuck]

oliver stark has the most biteable nipples in the game. It's a miracle they're still in tact really

This is so fucking funny and honestly? True as well

#I’ve been laughing at this ask for like an hour. #fave #asks #anonymous #office hours

[bunnisick]

take me out on a date, tell me to wear something cute. take me to a nice bar, sit me on your lap while you chat with the people beside us. after you've gotten me a drink (or two or five), you tug my dress down so my tits are visible. I giggle and slap your hands away, but now everyone can see them-- how my pink nipples are hard, how cute and small and biteable my tits are. You start to grope, and pinch, and twist, and I just let my head roll back against your shoulder and enjoy it. Soon, our new friends want a turn, too. They're rougher-- pulling and twisting and making me gasp and tears stand in my eyes. You can feel wetness seep from my cunt onto your leg, and finally, you stand up and tell everyone goodbye. Lead me to an uber, my dress still pulled low, and strike a deal with the driver-- we get half off if he gets to put just the tip in, and a free one if he can fuck me.

#bunny talks #dms open #nsft dm me #nsft dms open #r@pe fantasy #r@pe me #r@pe threats #r@petoy #dark cnc kink #dark nsft

[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Kaeluc Propaganda (Pseudo-incest)

"I love them. In terms of canon -- they have very friends -> enemies -> lovers energy to me. It's not canon when exactly Diluc's family adopted Kaeya, but I like to headcanon Diluc got his vision BECAUSE of Kaeya in some way. And if you know about Genshin lore you know that's a crystallization of his soul and therefore represents his desires and goals. I like to think Diluc's loved Kaeya before he even really understood what that meant - that's why Diluc was so upset when he thought Kaeya had "betrayed" him during the fight they got into. They're both the sort to blame the fight on themselves and think their love is unrequited because of said fight; Diluc because he seriously hurt Kaeya (in canon even injuring his eye) and Kaeya because he picked a day where Diluc was already raw and upset to reveal he'd been keeping a pretty big secret from him. These two men are so very sad and I think they should kiss about it."

"listen red and blue sad bitches are always peak but these two are PRIME angst and healing material, and the game and its extra content consistently go out of the way to make sure we associate these two with eachother. fire and ice, light and dark, kaeya is currently in the knight position that diluc specifically gave up because of what happened to their father, this shit is SO biteable."

Sebaciel Propaganda (Age Gap - Ciel 11 and Sebastian 1000+, Species Difference)

None that fits the bracket provided - feel free to Reblog with your own propaganda for this ship's advancement in the bracket

However! Propaganda has been added by @lecalcifer and @greta-monroe Here and by @alfiely-art and @gearbox-dollhouse Here (Yes, one of the propagandas is legitimately a Roomba.) Check them both out!

#comshipbracket #antis dni #antis do not interact #comship #comship safe #proship safe #comship bracket #comshipbracket round 2 #Kaeluc #Kaeya Alberich #Diluc Ragnvindr #Genshin Impact #Sebaciel #Black Butler #Sebastian Michaelis #Ciel Phantomhive

[toomuchracket]

I hate hate hateee to play into stereotypes but like I. I want him to sit me down and explain literature to me in like a kinda condescending way. Maybe tug his glasses off really dramatic and sigh as he wipes them off on his sweater when i say something silly. Like explain nuance and post modernism or whatever fuck ass concept while i suck the soul out from his c*ck. Sorry

no actually you're quite real for this - have you read any of the profssor!matty stuff from wonderful @lottiecrabie? definitely recommend. anyway! hot men getting passionate while explaining things is so sexy (when they're not like full on mansplaining unprovoked lol)! and you know exactly what to ask matty about to get him rambling attractively, all sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks and running his hands through his hair as if that'll make him think better - you also know exactly what to say to wind him up a little bit, which you can't resist doing because you know he'll do something hot, like (as you said) taking his glasses off or throwing his head back in exasperation and exposing that extremely biteable pretty neck of his. when it all gets too sexy for you, you move to sit in front of matty and just rest your head on his thigh all cute, and then start trailing your hand over the other; when you get bolder and run your hand over his clothed cock, he falters and starts to get turned on, but doesn't stop either you or talking. then when matty's quite hard, you look up at him so sweetly and say "can i suck you off?", and he sighs softly mid-sentence and nods - still, he keeps talking, and only goes to stop when you kiss the tip of his cock and flick your tongue over it. but you pull back and shake your head and say "keep talking, please, it turns me on", and as if matty's going to miss a chance to get you more horny for him than you already always are. so, with your mouth around him, he talks about how a lot of people consider the shift from modernism to postmodernism to have happened in 1941 because both virginia woolf and james joyce died that year, but he doesn't manage to stay coherent much further than that because you're sucking his dick so well that he's pretty much about to cum already lol. and i think he gently taps your cheek and pulls your away like "sweetheart i need to fuck you now please"; you're turned on as hell, so you quickly shift around so you're on your back and matty's hovering above you. before he fucks you, though, he holds your jaw in place and grins like "ok, your turn to talk to me now" and makes YOU try to stay coherent ranting about something you're passionate about while he fucks you good <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #d word matty