#ugh please let him go feral like this more often

[eskelwolfed]

Ada @witcheyedcrow sent a meme: ❛  you want me, right? so hurt me, and leave them alone!  ❜

Eskel felt how the despair bubbled in his chest, and the shame he felt about being wounded, not fatally so, but enough to render him helpless for a while. Ada was unharmed, which was his priority—but as far as he knew she was just as helpless.

“Ada, no,” he groaned as he fought to get back up on his feet.

His whole body hurt and the blood pumping through his veins also squirted out of a deep wound in his side. He knew he would bleed out if he didn't heal himself. He had potions. But he needed to live long enough to kill the threat, save Ada.

He couldn't do it for Deidre, but he sure as hell would do it now or die trying.

“You run,” he told her, staring in her purple eyes, “and you will do it now.”

Eskel tumbled as he reached for his Chaos, the power he wasn't able to control. If he'd die saving Ada, at least he paid the debts. At first the ground only subtly started to emit smoke but the more Eskel pulled on the strings of Chaos, flames shot out of the soil, running and circling around the enemy. Eskel didn't even know who they were and he didn't care. He would only care enough to make sure they would never touch his child again.

He got dizzy, pulling harder on Chaos until the Frist figure ignited like fireworks and their body burst before Eskel had to do anymore.

He hadn't used fire magic in decades, it would be impossible to come out of this alive. He would set the world ablaze if that meant Ada would live.

“I told you to fuckin' run!” he barked, while now visibly struggling to stay upright. The pool of blood around him grew and grew.

#witcheyedcrow #ugh please let him go feral like this more often #my own little firefucker<3

[xxsunoosprincess]

Enhypen’s Favorite Positions (OT6)

How Enhypen likes to fuck you.

pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem!reader for Jay and Sunghoon, otherwise gender neutral!reader, light spanking, mentions of masturbation, overstim, and roughish sex.

Heeseung’s Favorite Position: Spooning

There is something so intimate about this position, it genuinely makes him feral. Beware anytime y’all are spooning. It doesn’t matter if it’s on the couch, the bed, hell, even during movie night with his band mates: the moment he has your ass pressed back against him he is bricked up. Maybe it’s the size difference? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that during those late nights on tour when he’s is alone in his hotel room, his mind immediately goes to wrapping his arm around your waist as he drives his cock into you from behind!! <3

Jay’s Favorite Position: Lotus

You guys never intentionally end up in this position, but more often than not, it makes its appearance in your night. Pulled into his lap, you can feel his thick cock so so deep! As soon as you throw your head back in pleasure, he’s mouthing at your tits. Sucking, biting, groping, all of the above… you can hardly fault him for the way his hips jerk up and he forces himself deeper. Boob lover Jay agenda in full force. He just loves seeing your face contort in pleasure, so this is perfect for my little romantic.

Jake’s Favorite Position: Reverse Cowgirl

Has Jake ever seen a more beautiful sight than your ass bouncing on his lap? No. Literally never. Doesn’t matter how often he sees it, he lets out a pleased sigh every time. Reclined back against the headboard, hands behind his head. This must be paradise. He loves seeing the handprints he leaves behind on your cheeks. And he’s just so loud! Moaning and whining… ugh how dreamy. He tries to be gentle, he really does, but he can only let you take charge for so long before things take their inevitable course. Rough grip on your waist as he fucks up into you, letting out those pretty moans all the while.

Sunghoon’s Favorite Position: Missionary

I am here to take down the rough dom Sunghoon agenda. This bastard is so soft for you it isn’t funny. Expect tender touches to your face, deep kissing, and some dirty praise while he bullies his cock into you. “Sweet girl takes me so well” type mfer. I’m sure of it. I really do think he is another romantic… still exploring himself and a little shy about it >_< !! He gets a little flustered when you mention try to talk about your sex life with him so be gentle… doesn’t mean he isn’t going to lay the best pipe of your life. I know this might be a controversial take but it’s MY TRUTH.

Sunoo’s Favorite Position: Mating Press

I think Sunoo is another one that is really soft and tender during sex. It’s the skin-to-skin contact, the sloppy kisses, and dry humping that screams “I want you so so bad!!” that gets his cock filling out in his pants (He has the prettiest cock ever but that’s a story for another time). That’s why I chose a mating press for him… when he is rutting into you and you wrap your legs around his waist or he has you near folded in half he has to fight cumming instantly.

Jungwon’s Favorite Position: Cowgirl

Hehehehe this made me smile. Just imagine him squirming and whimpering as you ride him. Actual art. So whiny and needy. Tells you how much he loves you over and over as he moves his hips with yours. Be gentle because he gets pussy drunk soooo easily. Mind goes blank and probably overstimulates both of you until you are both in tears. Loves when you lay on top of him as you catch your breath together, loves taking care of you. Declaring him the king of aftercare.

END.

Author’s note: Just a short lil thing to test formatting on mobile! Hope y’all enjoy. xx - princess

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut #jungwon smut #smut drabble #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x y/n #xxsunoosprincess

[polyklok]

I'm FERAL for your Toki HCs! Can we get Toki fluff M, N, O, P and T, please?

Ugh, I’m feral for toki in general.

M- Morning

Please don’t wake him up. He becomes such a grump if he’s woken up before he wants to; he has a personal hatred for alarm clocks. This usually isn’t an issue since he wakes up semi-early, at least before noon unlike his band members. If you do wake up before him, he’s gonna be wrapped completely around you, so you’re stuck for a bit.

When he does wake up, by his own means, he’ll be pretty energetic and excited to start the day! But sometimes “starting the day” means laying in bed for a few more hours with you and just enjoying some pillow talk, playing video games, or even fooling around a bit. Other times, he’ll pop right up out of bed! He’s kinda scatterbrained as he gets ready and he’s gonna need you to remind him to do some basic things like brush his hair or wear socks. This used to be a Klokateer’s job, but now it’s yours, congrats.

N- Night

He follows you to bed. If you tend to stay up late writing this at 2 am lol, he’ll be right there behind you, fighting his exhaustion just to be in your lively company. He might eventually give in and lean on you to “rest his eyes” but it’s so cute when he does this so it’s ok. He’s very happy when you finally decide to head to bed, but he’s also pretty satisfied to just sleep right there on the couch. If you go to bed absurdly early, that means he does too, and he’ll just preoccupy himself in the room before he joins you in sleep, probably finishing up some models.

Once in bed, he dives under the covers and starts scatter feather-light kisses all over your body. He loves if you wear pajamas that leave a lot of skin showing; more surface area to work with! He has a loving grin on his face as he makes you giggle and sigh. He’ll ask about your day, feel up and down your body. Not necessarily trying to be frisky, but because he’s trying to feel as much of you as he possibly can. He’s also a clinger in his sleep, so you’re gonna have to deal with that.

O- Open

On one hand, it seems that Toki is incredibly open immediately! He’s just so…genuine and enthusiastic. And while he never lies to you, he does withhold some information. He assumes you don’t wanna hear about sad, lonely past and so he doesn’t talk about it! Easy as that.

But when you finally catch him in a vulnerable spot, when he’s crying and shaking and his eyes are wide with memory, he can’t stop himself from spilling everything. His love for you is so strong, he feels so secure in your hold, he just pours out all his worse moments and horrible emotions. He thinks you’re gonna hate him for it, that his problems are worth your time. So when you meet him with sympathy, he breaks down all over again and allows himself to be comforted. It’s a moment that really transforms your relationship. From then on, you’re no longer like a toy he has an attachment to; you’re now his other half, his stability, and he’s not gonna let you go.

P- Patience

With you? Buckets! He can’t bring himself to be mad at you. It’s a little frustrating, actually, because he won’t take your disagreements seriously. If you have a fight, it’s best to take a short break from each other and discuss it later, because he’s gonna be holding back giggles at your angry face. But he pretty much never yells at you or says something irrational.

Other people…woof. It depends on what they’re doing. He’s not gonna snap immediately, but we all remember that one scene. Once Toki gets annoyed, his patience begins to diffuse quickly, and he often resorts to violence immediately. You might need to pull him away before something dangerous starts. He’ll squeeze your body tightly, seething into your shoulder, staring straight ahead with a venomous glare. If you do let him fight and get all his anger out, he’s gonna just be…normal. He’ll be splattered with blood, the person on the floor might be dead, and he’ll ask if you want to go get icecream with his same friendly demeanor. It’s a little terrifying.

T- Try

110% Every single time! He pours his heart out as he plans the picture-perfect date, the best gift, and the most grand celebrations! He puts together sappy gift baskets, writes cheesy poetry, has dates in some exotic country. It’s all very sweet but sometimes it’s...a bit too much to handle. He tries to put all his love for you into one gesture, but he simply has too much love to fit. With time, they become less major and more personalized to what you like from him. No matter what, your smile is always enough to prove that he did a good job.

Anyone else with a request can refer back to here

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #toki wartooth #metalocalypse x reader #request filled #metalocalypse toki

[wh0lemilk0vich]

thinking about beanpole vampire eddie and his chubby play thing stevie from a while ago

idk there’s just something so hot about eddie fattening up his lover from his past life, and drinking from stevie bcus as you put it so eloquently more boy means more blood

i think eddie would still adore steve just as much as he did in life, but is definitely overcome by his urges of simply using steve as a toy, for his own use and to discard. i think steve could be into a scene like that maybe, but only after he’s reassured that it’s just that, a scene, although there is definitely some truth to eddie’s primal instincts (are they really primal if they’re a result of vampirism.??? weird) of hunting prey and having ownership of such

i’m not particularly into that predator prey dynamic but i think it sort of works really well for these two in this sitch. as well as eddie feeding him up like game, very animalistic. always making sure steve has something to munch on, gives him larger portions etc out of love for doting on steve and his curves, but also 🩸

despite all this i need to tell my self that in this situation they still have a healthy relationship and love each other hahahahaha eddie is just a bit feral

no pressure to answer this any time soon by the way! i was just going through some old anons of mine and was quickly reminded how much i love this lol. especially the more physical aspects, like sucking steve’s thigh and sinking teeth into his plush belly (nope not projecting nuh uh). i hope things are looking up for you!!!! wormie🪱

Oh wormie absolutely I love this!!

We can start off by saying, yes, they have a loving, passionate, consensual relationship, that has just very luckily managed to defy death.

When I think of beanpole vamp Eddie and bloodbag boyfriend Steve, I think in the same vein as desperate nympho gremlin boy Eddie. Like his urges and bloodlust are just an amplification of his human desire for Steve and he just *W A N T S* him. Like he remembers Steve being cute/hot from when he was a human, but Steve chubby and plump and warm and ruddy, has been making his mouth water. And he wants more, so much more.

And it doesn't matter the day or time Eddie is absolutely desperate for Steve, and he would whine and beg for just a taste "Please Stevie, I'm begging you, pleassseeee. You smell so good, you're making me so hungry, baby doll." And Steve probably researches maximum blood donation amounts and how often you can give blood and he only lets Eddie have as much and frequently as is safe.

But Eddie's brain really does equate more boy, with more cared for/Happy, and more blood. He loves seeing Steve fill out, everywhere. He's so pert and plump and downy-soft. He loves feeding Steve after feedings, and loving on him, keeping him well fed (in a way Steve sometimes feels like a pet but can't make himself feel bad about), and thoroughly well fucked.

Eddie loves experiencing Steve's size and softness, wanting to squeeze and press himself into all of it. He loves being between Steve's thighs, and the ways Steve quivers and smushes his head when he's overstimulated by Eddie giving him head, then jerking him off, while feeding from his thigh. He loves feeding from Steve's pert titties, or from getting a mouthful of belly down low where it's soft and doughy. And he might not eat human food, but he certainly eats cake with how obsessed he is with Steve's ass (and Steve likes certain benefits of Eddie not needing to breathe).

And idk but there's something hot about the idea of thinking Steve would be hard to feed up, but he ends up taking to it so naturally. He finds out Steve will eat if food is presented to him, especially if put into his hands.

Ugh I want to go off more on this but I feel unfocused, if you have any other ideas about this wormie, please share or ask, like I want to keep this going but I don't know what to focus on.

#misha speaks #steddie #chubby kink #vampire chubby chaser eddie munson #chubby steve harrington #vampire/human boyfriends au

[sluttywonwoo]

hi i can sense my crimson tide is about to roll in, and as a professional Joshua Feral-goer im thinking abt him helping with the cramps by going down on me or even more 😳 (p.s. may i be 🌌 anon please? im new here owo)

ugh i started mine today :/ i’m in hell

“shua, it hurtsss…” you whine to him in passing and he doesn’t even need to look at you to understand what you’re talking about.

he keeps track of your cycle pretty well, not in an obsessive way, he just has a good idea of how often he’s getting laid.

he’s quick to stop what he’s doing to join you on the couch where you’re curled up in a ball, clutching your stomach.

“have you taken medicine, angel?”

“yes, but it barely did anything.”

he rubs your arm soothingly. “have you started yet?”

“no, not yet,” you answer. “i just know it’ll be soon.”

“let me help you then, baby.”

he’d help you anyway even if you had already started your period, but he knows you get embarrassed.

you agree easily and lift your hips so that joshua can take your sweatpants off. he places them on the rug next to the sofa and slides onto his stomach, parting your legs with his hands so that he can situate his head between your thighs.

you groan as another wave of pain rolls through you, and joshua let’s you squeeze his hand as hard as you want until it passes, pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. once you’ve relaxed again he begins to thumb at your clit over your panties, rubbing it until there’s a wet spot on the front of the material. you whine and try to move your hips to get him to go faster, but he holds you in place, scolding you with a disapproving grunt.

your hormones are already so out of wack that it doesn’t take long at all to work you up. joshua can’t help but be pleased with himself when he sees how desperate you are.

“please, don’t tease,” you beg, and his cock twitches traitorously in his pants. he has to remind himself that this is all about you right now, and that you probably don’t want to have to stretch around something as big as his dick while you’re already in pain. he’d just jerk off in the shower later.

when he’s satisfied with how wet he’s gotten you, he slips your panties off and places them neatly on top of your sweats, mouth watering at the sight before him. he’s surprised when your legs squeeze around his head without warning— initially thinking you’re trying to convince him to just eat you out already, but he soon realizes it’s another cramp that you’re riding out.

it’s not just your legs tensing, it’s your entire body, and that’s what gives it away. joshua hates seeing you like this. he can’t even bring himself to look up at your face because he knows it’s scrunched up in discomfort, so he distracts himself by lowering his head and getting to work.

“i’ll make it go away,” he promises with a kiss to your clit. “i’ll make it all better.”

he starts slow, with delicate licks between your folds. you gasp out in pleasure, pulling at his hair. joshua moans against your cunt and continues to make out with it, tonguing your clit with just enough pressure to make your head spin.

when you get like this, joshua likes to gently coax orgasms out of you rather than try to force them. he knows you need to cum to feel better, but he also knows how intense everything else already feels for you, so he wants to take his time and pleasure you languidly. it’s like he has to prove to your body that it’s ok to relax, and he has to work you so close to the edge that you have no choice but to go over it… somehow he manages to do it every time.

you cum with a cry of his name and a gush of arousal, and joshua has a hard time not smirking as he laps all of it up. his chin is still glistening when he finally comes up for air and you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment as you thank him and relax back into the couch.

your eyes are heavy with sleep now, and you can barely keep them open so joshua knows he’s done a good job. he grins again and rubs a hand along your thigh comfortingly.

“always, baby. let me know if you need another one.”

#answered #anon #🌌 anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #menstruation mention

[cower-before-power]

Piety

Summary: Gojo has sinned, and he will repent at the altar of his beloved

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, implied sexual content, idolatry

Link to A03 here

A/N: First time writing for everyone’s favourite sensei, hope I did him justice. This man can step on me. Enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“You’re late.”

He laughs softly from the doorway. “I told you I would be.”

“I know,” you say, your eyes focused on the rising moon out the window. “But you’ve always said I was the exception.”

“You are,” you can hear walk over to the closet; next, the rustling of clothes as he sheds his uniform. “But Yuuji-kun is doing so well I got overexcited and just had to stay a bit longer. When I was finished with him, I was planning on rushing straight home to you, but then I ran into my other darling first years. They wanted me to watch them fight. Their training for the exchange is coming along nicely too.”

“Hmmmmm,” you hum, rocking on your heels, “good reasons to be late, I suppose.”

You can’t help but let a little irritation creep into your voice. You’re not angry with him, not truly, but you can’t help be a little annoyed. Your lives were so busy it was often hard to find time to actually act like a couple. The two of you had set aside tonight to finally go out together, a real date. You’d made reservations at a fancy restaurant and even got dressed up for once. Not that you didn’t love your late night routine of takeout, Netflix and sex, but it was nice every once and a while to get out.

To pretend everything was normal. To pretend you were normal.

So when he texted you that he was sorry but things came up, could you please cancel the reservation-you couldn’t help but feel....cast aside.

You loved Gojo’s dedication to his students and his passion for his cause. You were proud of his strength, his powers. But sometimes it felt like you were a planet orbiting around his brilliant sun, competing with all the others for his warmth and light. He was the best, and was always needed by someone somewhere. You knew it was what you were in for when you put your heart in his hands, but it was still sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

“You’re upset with me,” he says, and you finally turn to face him. He’s out of his uniform and only in a pair of dark sweatpants; your favourite look. You have a strong urge to run to him and bury yourself in his chest. You stay put.

“No not at you, per say,” you run your hands through your hair, taking out the style you’d coaxed it into earlier. “Just at life, I guess. Things are always crazy around here, but they seem to be getting even wilder and it just makes it even harder for us to spend quality time together.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

You sigh, tugging at the straps of your dress. “I know, I know. I’m just in a mood today, I guess. I was really looking forward to going out, and when you texted me, I just felt, I don’t know, shuffled aside.”

He stays quiet, face unreadable. It’s unusual and quite frankly rather unsettling. You feel guilt suddenly bubble hotly in your stomach.

“I mean, it’s fine! What you were doing was very important! Yuuji needs all the training he can get, poor boy. Plus, Megumi and Nobara miss you, they’ve noticed you haven’t been around a lot and they probably just wanted to see you be proud of them, even if they’ll never admit it. I’m being silly, I mean, who cares if we missed the reservation, the students and their training is definitely more important than going out with me-“

Your words die on your lips as you find yourself suddenly pressed flush against the chest you were just admiring moments earlier. You blink and gasp-bright blue eyes are staring intently down into yours. It always stuns you momentarily to see them. They are like sapphires; not only beautiful in shine and hue, but rare and precious. They only show up when he’s feeling particularly loving and mushy, or the very limited occasions when he gets serious.

You have a feeling it’s the latter.

“What have I told you about being too kind, angel?” He scolds you, shaking his head as he cups your face in his large, warm hands. “Just come out and say I’m the asshole here.”

“But-“

“Hush now,” his voice grows stern, the tone he uses when he’s got you at his mercy. You obey on instinct, snapping your lips shut. “I shouldn’t have stayed so long at school, and I definitely shouldn’t have assumed that cancelling would be okay without asking. I’ve never, ever wanted you to feel like you’re playing second string, and I’ve gone and done just that.”

You frown. “I don’t feel like that all the time, please don’t think I-“

“Once is one time too many,” he interrupts. His fingers smooth over your skin, stroking the frown from your face. “I clearly fucked up. I let my angel, my reason to live, my sweet darling thief who stole my heart, down.”

(You feel warm. So he is feeling mushy as well as serious.)

He replaces his fingers with his lips, featherlight brushes over your skin that make your knees begin to wobble. “It’s okay,” you breathe, eyes slipping shut so he can kiss your eyelids gently. “You didn’t mean to.”

He laughs. “Sweetness, you are shit at being mad at someone. This is the part where you call me a prick and make me grovel for forgiveness.”

“You’ve never groveled in your life,” you hum. The irritation you’d been feeling earlier is melting away under his gentle ministrations. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He sometimes forgets the two of you didn’t always operate on the same wavelength. He sometimes forgets that everyone didn’t operate on his wavelength.

“Another exception I’d make for you,” he nibbles at your bottom lip, and you can’t help but chase him, trying to catch him in a proper kiss. He just laughs and sweeps a thumb over where he’s just nipped. “I’ll even get on my knees.”

The image of the worlds most powerful shaman on his knees before you sends a shiver up your spine. And the perceptive bastard doesn’t miss it. He pulls away, peeling himself from your body with a sticky slowness that causes the air around you to heat and thicken. He sinks to his knees before you, palms upturned in perfect piety.

“Oh goddess divine, please accept my humble apologies,” the words drip from his lips like a sacred prayer. “I have displeased you, and I seek to make amends.”

“Only you could apologize and make fun of someone at the same time,” you murmer, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who only wishes to repent for his sins,” he grins lazily up at you, and his upturned hands are suddenly on your legs, beneath your dress. His thumbs begin to rub circles on your inner thighs. Time stops; your next breath lodges in your throat.

“Tell me what I must do,” his voice is smooth like the silk of his blindfold, slipping over you. He leans in and presses a kiss just above your right knee. His mouth is hot against your skin.

“Ummmm....” you try to speak, but nothing comes out but a choked whimper.

“I’m waiting very patiently,” another kiss, this time slightly higher. Your brain begins to malfunction. You open and close your mouth, trying to get the words out, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his warm breath and deft hands. Nothing but crystalline blue darkened with hunger. Nothing but need beginning to boil in your blood.

“I’ll just have to decide the form of atonement myself,” he murmurs, skimming his nose along your inner thigh. His hands slowly slide up your legs, your dress is coming up with them....

And then you both hear it.

The loud grumbling of your very empty belly.

He pulls back and blinks up at you. You stare back, mouth open. And then you both burst into raucous laughter.

“What a mood killer,” he grins, sitting back on his heels. “I’ve never been cockblocked by your stomach before.”

“Sorry!” You rub the offending area, still giggling. “I guess in all my stewing I forgot I was hungry.”

He’s on his feet in a flash. “Well we can’t have you starve on me, can we, sweetness? I know, how about I cook for us?”

Your eyes light up. Gojo is an excellent cook, but he rarely does it due to his busy and exhausting schedule. And his bad habit of filling up on sweets. “Really?”

“Sure,” he’s already across the room, throwing on a shirt and his blindfold. “Tell you what, you go have a nice hot soak in the tub while I cook. I’ll bring you a glass of wine and something from my extra secret sweets stash to tide you over till I’m done.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Something from the secret stash? I’m honoured.”

He grins. “Another exception for my angel.” He suddenly claps his hands together. “Oh, and tomorrow we’ll play hookey! Go to Tokyo for the whole day, and I’ll spoil the absolute shit out of you. The kids can survive a day without us.”

“You already spoil me,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll just be happy to spend a whole day just us.”

“No arguments!” He wags his finger. “I will drop mad cash on you and you will enjoy it.”

“Ugh you are such a dork,” you roll your eyes, but your heart fills with love for this silly man. You know he really is sorry and is trying to make it up to you. He’s an idiot on occasions, but he’s your idiot, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You make to move towards the bathroom, but the lingering feel of his touch on your skin reminds you.

“Hey, what happens after the bath and food?”

Before you can blink, he’s back in front of you, gathering you against him. His smile is absolutely feral, and you can feel his smouldering gaze even through the black fabric now covering his eyes.

And his lips are descending on yours, hot and hungry. He licks into your mouth, swallowing the moan that’s threatening to escape. There’s nothing left but him. His touch, his taste, his scent. He is everywhere, in every sweep and valley of your body, in every corner of your pounding heart. He consumes you like fire consumes a forest, and you are happy to burn, burn, burn.

All too soon he pulls away, and you are left empty. Bereft. Lost. But he leans back in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice dark with reverent desire.

“I’ll worship at the altar of my divine goddess until my penance is paid a hundred fold.”

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk gojo satoru #jjk anime #jjk fic #jjk imagine #gojo fic #gojo imagine #gojo satoru fic #my writing #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo headcanons

[scuttling]

In Those Jeans

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,599 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow jobs, Thigh riding, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Semi-public sex Summary: After almost two years of dating, you and Aaron still can't keep your eyes—or hands—off of each other, even at a company picnic; but who could blame you, when he looks like that? *Inspired by this gifset I think we all reblogged last night. I'm feral for Hotch in jeans. 🤤 Link to AO3 or read below! As Aaron’s girlfriend of almost two years, there have been countless times when you’ve gotten to see the rarer sides of his personality, things he doesn’t show at work, or at least not often.

You’ve seen his silly side with Jack when he builds pillow forts, plays tag in the backyard, makes messes in the kitchen. You’ve seen his sweet side when he gives you a back rub just because, makes your favorite dinner when you’ve had a stressful week, when he’s there to talk or just cuddle after appointments with your therapist, which he knows can bring your mood down a little.

You’ve seen him tender, romantic, playful, emotional, loving and caring and capable, but nothing compares to the hidden knowledge you have of one aspect of his personality: your man is horny as hell, and also kind of a freak.

At work, of course, he is the epitome of stoic, expressionless, buttoned-up suit, but a little flash of panty, or a sultry look, or even a well-timed innuendo is enough to have you knees up in the backseat of a government-owned SUV before the rest of your team even leaves the parking garage.

You silently thank god for tinted windows; you not-so-silently thank god for Aaron.

It’s amazing, because you are the same way, half turned-on at any given time of the day, catapulted to full on horny mess depending on the look on his face, the outfit he’s wearing, whether or not he calls you by your last name—before you were dating, you longed to hear him say your first name, but now it’s the impersonal bark of your surname that really gets you going.

Because you share the same predisposition for being down to fuck most of the time, all it takes is a raised eyebrow or a sway of the hips to signal you’re in the mood for something to happen, and if it’s physically feasible and won’t get you arrested, you usually follow through.

It’s how you end up getting absolutely wrecked in the back of the SUV at an FBI family picnic event—you don’t feel great about it, but it is what it is, and it all started with a pair of jeans. Aaron is hot. There’s no doubt about it, and it’s not up for debate. He doesn’t see it, but that just makes him hotter; if other people don’t see it, that just makes them stupid. You see it, though, everyday, in the smallest of ways, can’t stop seeing it. When he gets ready for the picnic, throws on a soft, worn t-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him so well it’s almost criminal, you make a noise in the back of your throat, and Aaron grins.

“What’s happening over there?” he asks as you sit on the edge of the bed, hooking the strap of your sandal over your heel. You exhale, scowl.

“I think you know very well what’s happening.” He chooses a belt from the back of the door, slides it through the loops on the jeans, and your mouth waters. “Fuck, Aaron.”

“No time for that,” he says, looking up at you through his stupidly dark eyelashes, and he clasps the buckle, smooths his hands down his thighs. You’re going to be soaked before you even leave the house.

“I beg to differ.” You stand from the bed, twirl a little in a blue sundress you know Aaron won’t be able to resist for long. Two can play at this game: if he wants to watch you slowly lose your composure in public, you’re sure as hell not going to make it easy.

“Ugh. Love those little dresses,” he murmurs, stepping toward you, but you shake your head and wag a finger at him.

“Nope, no time for that,” you say, but you giggle when he narrows his eyes and stalks closer anyway.

He tackles you, tosses you back on the bed, kisses your mouth and neck, then whispers dirty things into your ear and rubs you through your panties until you come so loud it could wake the dead. You undo that stupid belt, tug his jeans down just enough to free his cock, toss your hair over your shoulder, and blow him like you’re being graded on it—if that were the case, you’d be getting extra credit for technique, no doubt about it.

You leave a little later than intended, and you know you just made a huge mistake, because getting him out of those jeans again is going to be all you can think about for the rest of the day; you’re not certain what’s going through his head, but you know for a fact he’s thinking pretty much the same thing.

Even though you’re both bummed that it’s Jack’s weekend with Haley and he's missing the picnic, you have to admit it’s kind of good timing, because you don’t let yourself get distracted when he is with you, but Aaron is looking so damn distracting today. You sit at a picnic table with JJ and Garcia, drinking iced tea and watching Will and Aaron play catch with Henry and a couple other kids. You’d say this is just a tactic, because seeing Aaron interact with kids always gives you baby (and babymaking) fever, but you know deep down he just loves children, and that makes your heart warm more than anything.

When he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face? Now that’s a tactic, and a damn good one. You can’t hold back your whimper, and your friends take one look at you and share an amused glance.

“It’s a family picnic,” JJ says, scolding and teasing all at once. “Keep it in your pants.”

“It’s his pants you need to be worried about,” you mutter, and you fan yourself with your hand to try to bring yourself down a notch. That, of course, does not work, so you sigh, stand from the table, pour a cup of lemonade, and give them a wink before walking over to Aaron’s side. You get his attention with an innocent look, hand over the lemonade with a sweet smile.

“You look hot. And thirsty,” you tell him, and he smiles, tips his head back, and drinks it all in one gulp. You watch him swallow, squeeze your thighs together.

“So do you,” he says with a hint of a smirk, handing back the cup, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Thanks for the lemonade; now let me watch you walk away.” You pull back, lick your lips slowly and turn around, throwing him a look over your shoulder as you make your way back to the picnic table. Emily and Derek are there now too, and Emily laughs when you take your seat.

“Two years in and you still look at each other like that? Please tell me your secret,” she says with a grin, taking a sip of her iced tea.

“Tons of quality orgasms,” you answer with a fond sigh, tucking your chin in the palm of your hand and watching Aaron cross the lot. There’s something so powerful about his stride that it makes you horny just to watch him walk; your downstairs brain is so stupid. “He also makes really good jalapeno mac and cheese.” The answer to your question, when am I going to get fucked by my gorgeous boyfriend?, will be answered shortly, you’re fairly certain; you have a good feeling, because you’re talking to an agent that works on the floor above yours, and the strap of your dress has fallen down your shoulder, and he keeps glancing at it. You’d fix it, but that would only draw more attention to it, and you can already feel Aaron looking at you.

He doesn’t get jealous often, but get him in the right mood and his dumb caveman instincts switch from fight or flight to fight or fuck pretty quickly; when he heads your way with swift, purposeful steps, you’re pretty sure you know which one has been activated today.

“Hey. Time to go,” he says, looking over your face; he turns to nod at the guy you’re talking to, then very slowly hooks his finger in the strap of your dress and slides it back into place, making eye contact with you while he does it. You don’t know why that makes you so goddamn hot, but your breathing picks up and you bite your lip, take his hand when he offers it.

You don’t say goodbye to anyone, just follow him quickly to the car and climb into the backseat when he opens the door. The second he closes it behind him, his mouth is on yours, and you fist your fingers in his t-shirt, hitch a leg over his hip, and pull him closer.

“I want you, I need you,” you breathe into the kiss, and he slides one hand around your back, uses the other to push up your dress and grab a palmful of your ass.

“I know, baby. God, I want you. You look fucking perfect in that dress; I want to tear it off.” It’s sort of expensive, and pretty, but fuck, you’re going to let him. He shifts so his back is against the seat, pulls you into his lap, and you moan when he presses you right on top of his cock, hard and bulging against the seam of his jeans. “Feel what you do to me, when you’re looking like a goddamn angel and other men can’t take their eyes off of you?” You tug on his hair, kiss him roughly, move your hands to his belt, but he stops you with gentle fingers. “First I want you to ride my thigh. You’ve been staring at them all day; do you want to?”

“Fuck, absolutely,” you whine, and he puts his hands on your hips, shifts you so your knees are on either side of his perfect, firm, denim clad thigh and encourages you to grind against it. You don’t need much encouragement, but he eases down one of the straps of your dress and maneuvers it so that he can bare your breast, get his lips around your nipple while you work to get yourself off. “Oh, god yeah.”

You plant your hands on his shoulders, dig your nails in through the soft fabric, and slide against him like a needy, horny teenager. You’re wet, and he’s undoubtedly going to be wet too by the time you’re done with him, leg soaked with your come—god, that’s a hot prospect. Both of you are panting, not from exertion but arousal, and you move a hand to the back of his head, grip his hair in your fingers while he sucks and softly bites your nipple. When he pulls back, his lips are wet, and you capture them in a kiss.

“Yeah, you’re doing so good, keep going. Keep humping, baby, come on me.” He gets a hand in your hair, kisses your neck, and you cling to him for dear life, broad back and shoulders beneath your hands as you work your hips desperately in pursuit of your orgasm. “So fucking perfect, come on me,” he mutters against your throat, and you hug him close, absolutely lose it as your climax makes your body tense from shoulders to toes.

You moan in his ear like an absolute slut—if you are one, he’s made you that way, so it’s only fair—and he kisses your mouth, deep, rough, wet kisses that ensure your desire does not dip in the slightest. You feel dirty and incredible, but no more relieved or satisfied than you were ten minutes ago.

A little bit of Aaron is never enough; no amount of Aaron is ever enough.

He makes sure you can hold yourself up and then takes his hands off of you, opens his belt and his pants and pushes them down his thighs far enough that you’ll be comfortable. You slide off of his leg to slip your panties off—they’re useless at this point anyway—and he gets his hands on your hips and puts you in his lap, holds you up so you can line his cock up with your entrance and let him press inside.

“Mmh, fuck, Aaron,” you gasp, and with the way he looks at you, eyes dark and serious and possessive, you know this will be quick for the both of you. You wrap one hand around his bicep, press back against his knee with the other; he slides his hands up to your waist, dragging the skirt of your dress up with him so he can watch himself disappear inside you, which is ten different kinds of sexy.

“Thinking about this all day—burying my cock inside your sweet, tight pussy, coming deep inside you. Do you like it, getting fucked here because I want you so bad I can’t stand to wait?” Even though you know you shouldn’t, you do, and you nod, moan yes when he fucks up inside you, strong thighs flexing. “Me too, love it, love you.”

“Love you,” you murmur while you bounce in his lap, eyes on his, tongue slipping over your lips while you snap your hips against his thrusts. “Gonna milk your cock, take every last drop; greedy for it.” Aaron groans, tightens his hands on your waist, and you clench around him when he comes, riding him fast and thorough; you follow quickly, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder while you shudder through the pleasure.

His hands are gentle after, smoothing up your back, around your neck, and he pulls you closer for a soft, sweet, passionate kiss. When it breaks, you smile against each other's lips.

“Tease,” you whisper, smoothing your hands over his throat, his jaw. “New unwritten rule: if you wear those jeans in public, I get as much sex as I want for the rest of the night.” He chuckles, but ultimately nods.

“Deal. New unwritten rule: when we’re out in public and someone is looking at you like that guy was looking at you, I have permission to throw you over my shoulder and take you home and remind you why it is that you belong with me.” You pull him close for a hard kiss and grin.

“Deal, caveman. So what do you want to do now?” He wrinkles his nose in contemplation, straightens up the top half of your dress.

“I think I want to go home and tear this off of you as previously mentioned,” he says; you bite your lip and nod. “What do you want to do?”

That’s a loaded question, but at the moment, only one thing really comes to mind.

“Fuck me wearing these clothes again; I don’t care where or how, you can surprise me.”

Aaron is, unsurprisingly, on board with that plan; you slip off of him, smooth out your dress, and he pulls his pants up—they are still very wet from your first orgasm, and you rub the spot with the edge of your dress to no avail.

“Don’t get pulled over, Agent,” you joke, because that would be both very hard and very easy to explain, and he groans like you’ve just done something very sexy.

“Love it when you call me Agent,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss, and you plan some super hot roleplay for later and hop out of the car so you can climb into the front seat like the fully-functioning, non-horny adult that you are.

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[kuroos-moon]

Captains and Strong Independent S/o’s

☁︎︎ request:  Oikawa, Kuroo and either Bokuto or Ushijima (I cant choose!) reacting to a (fem or g/n) reader who does some type of martial art and they’re kinda tough/strong and (maybe they’re the team manager and they don’t take no shit) and the captains kinda crush on them for it? (I like to imagine Oikawa having a tough gf who stops Iwa from being mean to him and jokingly threatens Iwa that if he wants to hurt Tohru he has to go through her

☁︎︎ pairing: oikawa x reader, kuroo x reader, ushijima x reader

☁︎︎ warning/s: swearing, felt a bit of angst while writing for ushijima’s idk why tho it might just be my imagination :> 

☁︎︎ a/n: also dont know if it’s obvious but i kinda got carried away with ushijima’s 

Oikawa Tohru

• is a smug little shit every time you’re with him or in the same room at least 

• like,, he could piss Iwa-chan off to death and he won’t get hurt for it? now this is what he calls power

• sincerely loves and adores you, but at first, he kinda got sad that you’re so self-sufficient, you practically don’t need him 

• but he’s now long accepted that you’re just so you… and in your relationship, it’s you who does the protecting and looking out by a whole lot (ofc it doesn’t mean he loves you less) 

• that’s why he gets so so soft when he gets his turn in being the person who’s leaned on

• as their manager, he loves how you get things done so effectively, even Kyotani bows down to you, as he should—he always says in his head, smiling as he looks at the feral boy getting flustered around you  

• he listens to you all the time and we all know Tohru backing down is so rare 

“Oy, you’re overdoing it, let’s go.” 

“Head home without me, Iwa-chan,” he mutters mindlessly as he screws up another serve, a scowl on his face as he bends down to get another ball; but he freezes at an instant upon Iwaizumi’s words—no, Iwaizumi’s threat.

“Suit yourself, I’ll call y/n.” 

Oikawa has never changed stance so quickly in his life, cleaning up the gym as he sends smiles to his best friend’s way every five seconds, hoping he won’t tell on him on his cute but scary girl who could easily kick him unconscious. 

• he uses your name to threaten anyone who wants to cross him and they will back down immediately

• also likes to show off because he knows you treasure him so much; he likes to be babied by you especially in front of others 

“y/n-chan c’mere,” he softly says, whining a bit. The rest of his team look at the both of you in astonishment as you take the captain in your arms, Tohru’s cheek on your shoulder, looking back at the bewildered look on his teammate’s faces while you sit side by side on the bench. 

They could never get used to someone as tough as you having such the softest spot for Shittykawa… like how could you even stand him? 

“Really tired,” he mumbles, a small smile on his lips when you run your fingers through his hair. “I know, you were great as always, let’s head home so you could rest.” 

“Y/n-chan, today, Iwa-chan hit my head when you were out to get water. It really hurt,” he says, still in your embrace as he smirks at his teammates. 

Their mouths fall open, Iwaizumi’s eye twitching in irritation for his shitty best friend. 

“And Maki-chan…” Hanamaki grits his teeth, looking at him pleadingly in panic as his mind runs through everything he did today, wondering what he could’ve done to your beloved. “He ate my milk bread; I was really hungry.” 

Yup, Maki and Iwaizumi knew there was hell to pay, gulping in unison when you pull away from your boyfriend and narrow your eyes at them. 

“Iwa-chan. I thought we agreed you weren’t hitting Tohru again.” 

A chill runs down his spine, Tohru simply looks at you with pride, pulling you into his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist before you get the chance to throw hands at Iwaizumi.

Kuroo Tetsuro

• loves loves LOVES your remarks, your attitude, the way you take no crap from anyone, like “ah, he’s scared shitless, that’s my girl” 

• dw, you’re not a thug or anything, but men who force their feelings on you will see heaven’s gates early 

• and kuroo’s so pleased about it. sure, he’d love to get the chance to act all cool and brooding and possessive in front of other suitors but what’s more fun is watching their dejected faces as you say—

• “how many times do I have to turn you down? I have my tetsuro, now back the fuck off or I’ll break your nose.” 

• you had no idea he was just outside your classroom waiting for you, arms crossed and a cocky grin stretching his lips when you lock eyes with him

• “chibi-chan!” he calls off cheerily, and you bet he’ll tease you about it til death do you part 

• “don’t just stand there, give your tetsuro a hug!” 

• laughs about how your friendly banters with yamamoto always end up with you winning the argument 

• you rub off as mean bc you won’t take any disrespect, even a little—and that’s great

• those are one of the things he loves about you 

• but he’s always worried you might get hurt or hated for it, though he knows you are very much capable of beating anyone up even kuroo himself

• so he’s always holding you back, and I can’t stress this enough, but this man knows you could fend for yourself and he is so proud you’re his partner 

• he just wants to make certain that no one’ll hurt you, okay kitten? 

• your conversations often go like this: 

“I’ll beat up whoever tries to lay a hand on me.” 

“don’t say such reckless things, you’re not superman.”

“uhuh, geez, I’ll be fine, I don’t need you to walk me home.” 

“well news flash, your tetsuro, needs his y/n to walk him ho—ow,” he mutters when you slap his chest. 

“go home with kenma.”

“I don’t want kenma,” he scowls, already irked that this is turning into an argument.

“too bad,” you deadpan.  

“ugh,” he groans, “imagine a girlfriend who actually listens to you, just imagine.” 

• he is the one and only person you’ll gladly accept lectures from, bc his lectures are always reasonable and for your own good

after checking and verifying that you were completely okay, you knew he was about to go down to business. 

“you got into a fight? What are you? a thug?” he crosses his arms. You were both inside the gym along with the rest of his teammates who looked like they were far too preoccupied to listen. They were all clearly listening in though, except Kenma of course.  

watching your figures from a few feet away, it was obvious that he was scolding you, and Lev already had a ridiculous visualization of you hitting Kuroo. Everyone was worried you’ll fight him, or maybe even hit him, well, everyone except Kenma, of course. 

The setter knew that you would never ever lay a hand on kuroo as if the 6’1 captain was fragile. He also knew that you loved and respected kuroo too much to actually get agitated just because he was scolding you, you aren’t an unreasonable person. Lastly, he knew that kuroo would be going soft on you in five minutes tops, his best friend is hopeless like that. 

Kenma was right, he always is. Your back is glued to the wall behind you, Kuroo’s hand beside your head, his face extremely close to yours that you’re left flustered which is rare. 

After you were rambling on about how you had to put that girl in her place, going off about how it made you so mad and he should cut you some slack, he knew just how to shut you up. And it worked. You’re speechless. 

“what was that again, hm? go on, you surely had a lot to say,” he mutters, acting all tough as if he wasn’t dying to just kiss you now. when you don’t respond and stare at him and his lips instead, he already gives in. yes, just like that. “you were wrong to do that, okay?” he breathes, the worry from earlier on making its way out through his voice. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” 

Locking lips with you, you pull him closer to yourself, and kuroo had purposely decided to kabedon you on this wall since his broad back would be shielding the two of you from his teammates’ line of sight. 

After pulling away, he pats your head, licking his lips. “I forgive you, I’m not mad anymore.” You look away in embarrassment, realizing how petty you must’ve seemed to him. He sighs before hugging you, chin atop your head. 

“Make this the last time, okay? I swear you’re shortening my lifespan having me worried all the time.” 

You hug him tighter as a response, kuroo letting out a breath of contentment. Regardless of how tough you are outside; you are and always will be his soft little kitten and it was his greatest honor that you allow him to take care of you like this. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

• is probably a little too used to the idea of his most treasured girlfriend being extremely capable and self-sufficient 

• his teammates would always look at him like ‘why are you not stepping in,’ every time you’re in a tough spot i.e. having an argument with someone or having a too-touchy suitor 

• then they’d be like “oh, that’s why,” after you flung the despicable creature out to space 

• he thinks so highly of you, not only are you physically strong, you’re even tougher on the inside too

• this is kinda a given but I’ll say it anyway—he can be unintentionally insensitive (well your relationship is kinda new)

• example no 1: 

you were arguing with goshiki and while he would normally like to ignore you and let you have your way; he was getting annoyed bc the argument was far too petty. 

“I’m gonna surpass him!” 

“and I’m telling you that you ca-

your mouth is clamped with a big hand, and it took you only a second to realize it was Wakatoshi because only he would have the nerve to lay a hand on you like this. he still doesn’t say anything, dragging you with him in an empty hallway for privacy.

finally after you stopped walking, he turns to you and looks at you expectantly. “what was that for? Did you even wash your hand,” you mutter, slightly annoyed. 

“I haven’t touched the ball yet, don’t worry,” he lowly says, making you sulk because he totally missed your point. “still, you didn’t have to make me shut up by clamping your hand against my mouth.” He’s too… not gentle with you sometimes. 

“you were going to say something you shouldn’t to goshiki.”

“he said something he shouldn’t have.” 

he only narrows his eyes at you and you do the same, anyone from your class would’ve been scared at the sight. You were both known as the cutest yet intimidatingly scary couple. 

• you were in the early stages of dating and though you understood each other well, it wasn’t really enough yet

• it’s all good though, because once you tell him that he was too uncaring of you and your feelings he does something that no other man would do: 

• apologize, admit his mistake, reflect on it a lot and,,, actually change!! 

• he’s much softer to you after that, and he finally realizes that you were still his precious girl and you were sensitive when it came to him 

• cursed himself for being too reliant on how you never seemed sensitive or needy

• doesn’t dwell too much on regret, just treats you 100x times better 

• is fascinated with your passion for martial arts but is against you overdoing training

• one time, he was torn between dragging you out of practice or just turning a blind eye to your visible exhaustion since you’re always so tough anyway, you’ll manage 

• but then he remembers his promise to himself to never treat you like you aren’t the most special person to him so he excuses himself from practice and heads to your training room 

you sat alone, your back to the wall. everyone else has gone home but you stayed because your muscles were too sore and you felt like you couldn’t even walk for another day. maybe it had something to do with how you’ve been training too much. 

you’re startled upon seeing shoes on the floor you blankly stared at, looking up to meet eyes with Ushijima. “Wakatoshi,” you say in surprise. 

he is expressionless as he bends down across you between your legs, and you had to admit this was something you weren’t used to from him. “are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft as velvet. you’re taken aback by his question, looking away in embarrassment. 

Wakatoshi rarely asks you that, and most of the time it was only when you said the word ‘ow’ when you accidentally hit something. you clear your throat, bringing your hands together to play with your fingers, “I’m okay.” 

it was silent for a few seconds before you hear him sigh, not only that, warm, gentle hands had found its way to yours and you look at him, bewildered. “is this okay?” he asks, looking down at both your hands and you nod. “your hands are much smaller, compared to mine at least.” he says, but you’re too flustered to even understand that. 

“are other things okay too?” he asks, and like his former statement, you didn’t understand. your silence doesn’t stop him though, he decided to push his luck. tugged gently by your wrist, your back’s no longer pressed to the wall as ushijima wakatoshi pulls you in his arms for the first time in your very few months of dating. 

“wakatoshi,” you mumble, your heart racing so much you’re sure he feels it against his chest. he’s so warm, welcoming, and in his loving hold felt like the rightest place to be. “you’re not feeling okay.”

you don’t respond, opting to bury your face at the crook of his neck instead. “I’m here, I know you’re tired.” 

you both stay in that position for a long time, it was addicting to be cradled in his arms and he felt the same. “y/n,” he whispers, and you hum in response. 

“you’re strong. very strong. you don’t need a man at all.”

your heart skips a beat, “toshi are you breaking up with me?” 

you hear a soft chuckle ring in your ears, “let me finish. as I said, you’re very strong. you look like you’re always so tough. but you’re not, and so…” he trails off, so you pull away to look at him, hesitance evident in his eyes, his palm still pressed at the small of your back. 

“you’re not always strong. in fact if I dare say, you are fragile, and I care about you. so please, allow me to be there for you all the time, I’ll be here, just like now.” 

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[arduadastra]

Imagine Mando fucking you with one of his weapons ugh

A/N: Anon this has been on my mind far too long and I have so MANY thoughts about this (all of them NSFW) so enjoy my feral ramblings under the cut and I'll go repent while you do.

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18+ ONLY Warnings: Dom/Sub vibes, F!Reader, Dark!Mando, breath play and a hint of Daddy kink.

Okay so first of all, no one can tell me that 'weapons are part of my religion' mando hasn't thought about fucking someone with a blaster or the end of his pulse rifle...like it's common sense and this man has some dirty thoughts.

He definitely considered it when you came along and even more so when you first slept together but it takes him a while to find the courage (or the confidence). He's definitely not vanilla in bed, you're both keen explorers of each other's bodies but it's never anything too extreme. Then he gets the dark sabre.

You notice a change in Din almost immediately. You're not sure if it's just the loss of Grogu or the all-new responsibility on his shoulders but Din hardens. He grows distant from you for a few days, barely speaking or acknowledging your existence - all too consumed by the burn of the sabre blade. You find him often in the darkness of the ship just turning it over in his hands then quickly shutting it off when he notices you staring.

You decide to call him out on it, he comes back from a bounty hunt a little later than usual and you make a snide comment, something like 'King of Mandalore can't even keep the time?' and he's on you. You barely have time to breathe before he's pressing you into the wall and grabbing your jaw, 'And if so, is that any way to talk to a King?" You're embarrassed at how quickly you soak your panties.

Din doesn't even undress you, he rips the clothes off your body and unclips the sabre from his belt, voice lethal and low 'let me show you what else I can do with this little one. You won't be so mouthy once we're through with you.'

Since when did Din refer to the sabre as a living thing?

Din's hand travels down and grips your throat just shy of too tight and you gasp, his other resting against your mound as he slips a bare finger inside, he growls "So wet already? You like this adi'ka? Like it when I use you?"

Of course, you do. You've never seen this side to him before, he's like a whole new person and it excites you. You manage a nod, no noise making it past the grip of his hand and your hand flexes in mid-air. Din groans now and pulls the sabre closer, brushing your wet pussy with it and your head swims with the implication. This weapon is now an extension of Din, no longer a separate part, the reason so many people have died...and he wants to fuck you with it.

You let him.

When he first pushes it in he released his grip on your throat to hear you hiss, it's like he enjoys the reaction you give so you moan louder and you think back to a previous encounter when you call out to him, remembering his reaction "Daddy...please...more...I can take it."

A feral rumble erupts from deep within his chest and slams the sabre to its hilt. You weep, tears leaking from your eyes as your orgasm looms dangerously close as you plead, "I'm close, I'm so close please, please let me cum." But he denies you, using his free hand to now release his cock and sets a brutal pace of both his hand and the weapon inside you, absolutely delirious on the control he has on your body, "Good girls cum, you've been bad. Earn it or I'll leave you here like this."

You grasp his cock, moaning at how hard he is and he punches the wall beside your head as you pick up the pace, matching his own thrusts inside you and you call out to him, "Let me watch you cum, let me make you cum please, mark me Din, mark me up, make me filthy." You try something new, "My king." and it works, Din shouts your name, it rattles through his filter and thrusts up, his cum hitting your stomach in thick ropes and he punches again, this time hitting the wall so hard it vibrates your entire body.

His helmet looks up as you begin licking your fingers and he shakes it as if to clear a haze and brings his own fingers to your clit, sabre still shoving in and out. He murmurs almost incoherently as he finally brings you to the brink "Good girl. Always so good, swallowing me up, gonna make you cum. Only me, mine, mine, mine. Cum for me" and you do.

You slump against the wall, both of you breathing harshly into the emptiness of the crest and you jump as Din grazes a soft hand to your cheek as he removes the sabre from you. He says nothing as he drops the sabre to the floor, still wet from your slick and carries you to the bed.

He drops you and immediately covers you with his body, beskar and all, a comforting yet possessive claim. He uses his cape as a blanket as he rubs a hand up your back, his sudden softness a stark juxtaposition to how he destroyed you moments before.

After this, you realise Din just needs to release sometimes, like the sabre builds up to something dark within him that needs to be (quite literally) fucked out before it claims him again. You both establish a healthy pattern, one that leaves him more like himself and you pleasantly sore. He's always apologetic afterwards either through his actions or words but you never mind, as long as you have each other, you're both happy (and if sometimes you purposefully push him too far, who else would know?)

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The Gavel Corrupts

A/N: Here goes – one of the premises from my Imagine Ideas post! In which Jax fucks you for the first time since becoming President... and shit hits different. (Note: This starts off with a short scene framing the title quote, followed by a flashback to the smutty episode!)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Jax, rough sex (like really fucking rough, hair pulling, choking, slapping, biting, all that good stuff!) (but also fluff, because this savage is a baby who deserves all of the love 💖)

Word Count: ~2.4k

He knows that he fucked up. Knows that he’s gone too far, and he can feel how terrified you are. By now he’s lost count of the bullets, all the shots taken without a second thought. The scariest part is he doesn’t even give a shit.

He knows he’s changed, more than his heart wants to admit, but still you’re here to talk him through it. Always have been. You’re his queen, and he will always be your king. In spite of everything. For all your life, you’ve had to fight for him. Together you can fight off anything.

Standing beside him in the meeting room, the two of you alone, you look down lovingly upon him, seated in his loveless throne. Your small hands cradling his big strong frame, seeking in vain to ease the pain that cuts him to the bone.

Jax reaches slowly toward the gavel on the Reaper table, runs his thumb along the wooden handle. Wishing he could blame this thing, this empty toy, for all the times that he’s fucked up. The little boy inside him does. “The gavel corrupts.”

You shift from where you’re standing, take a seat across from him, so you can look him squarely in the eye. His words are one thing, but those blue eyes never lie.

He meets your gaze, his guiding light amidst the mayhem and the madness. Knows you can hear, can taste, the bitterness in every word he says. “You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage.”

All too true. There are days’ worth of shit that you two have to talk through. Don’t even know how. But right now... there is something else you’d rather do. 

You reach out toward his vest, the presidential badge that weighs so heavy on his chest. “Sometimes being a savage... can be an advantage,” you tell him as you run your fingers wistfully along the tattered edge. “Remember the first time you fucked me, with this little patch?”

If there’s one thing that sets a spark within the darker side of Jax, that thing is sex. With you. The thought of how it feels between your legs, the way he makes you beg, for all the things that only he can do. Your words just now have started melting through the ice in which he hides, igniting heat that he can’t fight. The heat that only you can manage. This has always been the healing that he needs, when he’s most damaged. 

Of course Jax remembers the first time he fucked you as President. Neither of you could forget. But the way he describes it is different, a devilish smirk on his lips as he adds on to what you just said. “Not just fucked... fucking ravaged.”

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So it’s finally happened, you think. Walking into the room where your man sits as king. After every damn thing—all the shit that he’s done, all the battles he’s won—all the wars that you’ve lost... no, you can’t bear to think of the cost—it amounts to just...

This. Just a seat at a table, a hand on a gavel, a patch on his vest. This is all it is. All it will ever be. His fucking destiny, this curse he shoulders so heavily, rests on a symbol so small that it fits in his fist.

God, you fucking hate it. All the hatred you wish you could feel toward him, toward the king, you end up channeling into this stupid thing.

You silently reach down to pick it up. Just at the touch, something inside of you already feels corrupt.

And then he speaks. His voice is... strong, but in a way that feels so wrong. A way that makes you feel so weak. “Who said you could touch that.”

His tone is low. Cold. Fucking flat. Doesn’t even lift into a question. You know shit is bad when that happens, yet wouldn’t dare show him you’re frightened. You can’t.

“What?” you snap at him. “Jax, it’s a damn wooden stick. It’s not even that big.”

He reaches up without a word, and wraps his hand around your wrist. So hard it hurts. As if he wants to fucking choke it in his fist.

You bite your lip and fight to keep the gavel in your grip.

So Jax tightens his grasp, till you gasp, and it finally slips. Letting go of your hand, takes the gavel in his. Towering over you as he stands.

Makes you cower beneath him now just ‘cause he can. “Y/N. Do you know what this thing—this position I’m in—being king... do you know what it gives me?”

On instinct, your gaze drops. Ends up at his crotch as it so often does, and your heart stops. A hard-on, apparently.

“Clarity,” he then goes on to say, setting the gavel down to place both hands around your face. The hands that command you in every damn way. “Turns out that looking at you now, all I can see are all the times you ever lied, and let me down. I always let it slide. You knew I’d come around. Because I fucking love you, babe. You make me... soft.”

Hard where it counts, you want to say. But not out loud. You know to shut your mouth, for now. Fuck how the sea inside those damn blue eyes is deep enough to drown...

“So fucking soft,” he repeats, feeding off of your heat, grazing his lower lip with his pearly white teeth. In a ravenous snarl that’s not soft at all. All his tenderness toward you just suddenly fades to give way to the beast that’s beneath. “But not today. Today I’ve had enough. Today you’re gonna pay.”

Well, shit. You fucking want this, more than anything. To give yourself completely to your king. But you’ll be damned before you let yourself admit it, in a moment such as this one. You can’t let him know he’s won. “Ugh, come on, Jax—all the things I’ve done—we’ve both done wrong, but gotten past all that...”

“Maybe you did,” he cuts you off. Sharp and abrupt, like it’s his job to shut you up. The gavel really does corrupt. In every way. “But I’m still dealing with that shit. Every damn day.”

“Then we should talk, babe—”

“Talk?” he scoffs, spitting the word back in your face like it’s a curse. You almost wish you didn’t like the way it hurts. “What’s there to say? The only thing that mouth is good for now is sucking cock.”

Oh fuck. You’ve practically just died. “Jax, I...”

He leans in close, shifting one hand down to your throat, the other drifting low to reach between your thighs. High on his own hunger as mirrored in your eyes. The way your breathing comes in heated moans and sighs. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

While your cunt pretty much erupts, you can’t resist spluttering out the only obvious reply. “Make me.”

He smiles, slick and sly, taking the open invitation that you know he won’t deny. Lips curving up into that smirk that never fails to drive you crazy. “Oh, you asking for it, baby?”

“Begging. Please.”

“Then get down on your fucking knees.”

Jax doesn’t have to say it twice. He never does. Because he knows that he’s the boss. Pushes you down until your face is in the space between his thighs. One of his hands rests masterfully upon your head, the other making quick work of his belt. Your desperate hands reach up to help; he slaps them off, sudden and rough, dead set on doing every fucking thing himself.

His massive cock is unleashed soon enough. Hard as a rock as it springs free. And God, the sight of it is slaying you already. Even after all these years you’ve been together—so damn many—still it shocks you every time to see something so fucking powerful yet so insanely pretty.

He doesn’t give you time to gawk. Your job right now is just to swallow his entire goddamn cock.

Taking a fistful of your hair in his firm grip, he shoves the wet pink tip forcefully past your panting lips. “Suck. Suck this dick till you choke on it, bitch.”

Jax knows that words like this completely scratch your every itch. You open up and do as told. Like you were put on earth solely to fill this role. Your face is nothing but his filthy little fuckhole. And he proves it now, shows you exactly how he owns your mouth. Feeding you so full of this dick that you can’t fucking live without. With each pump of his hips, the back of your head bumps against the blunt edge of the table that’s behind it, hard wood banging on your skull, bruising you up in ways that make you feel so broken yet so whole. In ways that satisfy the slut inside your soul.

Though you are aching now to swallow down his load, you know it’s not meant for your throat. No, not today. He’s gonna fuck you in another hole to make you really pay.

All of a sudden, with a feral grunt, Jax pulls his cock out of your mouth and hoists you up, swiveling you around to bend over the Reaper table facedown, yanking down your pants in one swift motion, brutally exposing your bare ass and soaking cunt. You’ve never felt more like a total fucking whore, more at the mercy of the man you love. The fucking President. It’s not as if Jax Teller never fucked you hard before—he knows how much you like it rough—but this is just... God, it’s just different. And you cannot get enough.

He deals your ass a ruthless smack, then twines his fingers in your hair to pull your head violently back. Latches his mouth around your gasping neck. Licking and biting hard, scratching you up with savage marks to last this week into the next, the battle scars of this intensely epic sex. As he teases his throbbing cock against the desperate burning heat between your legs, you know Jax wants to hear you beg.

You cry out in excruciating bliss as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your tits, your sides, your hips, scratching lines all across your back. “God, fuck me, Jax...”

He wraps one hand around your neck, just as the other slaps your ass again. “That what you want, Y/N?”

“Fuck—yes...” you whimper as he rubs his raging cock against your cunt, slicking it up with all your juices; you can hear him groaning out in satisfaction at the feeling of your wetness, just before he plunges deep inside and fucks you dry, till it feels like you’ve literally died. “Just... please, Jax, fucking fuck me up...”

And that’s exactly what he does. Thick cock slamming inside you to the core in just one thrust. He clamps his hand over your mouth to stifle all your wild screams as he fulfills your wildest dreams. Your senses blur into a mess of pain and pleasure, worn out leather scraping up against your skin, as you and your king drown together in a sea of shameless sin, as he pumps in and out and then—fuck, even deeper in—hitting spots so deep inside you no one’s ever fucking been, not even him. He’s never done such fucking damage. Never been so fucking savage.

In a matter of seconds, you end up cumming just about a hundred times harder than your body can even fucking manage. You are ruined, in ways you could never have imagined. Unable to fathom what just fucking happened. Utterly and absolutely fucking ravaged.

Jax keeps his cock buried inside you long after you both are done. Because you never are, with one another. No matter how many battles you both have fought, and lost, between each other, and against the world... this is the only war that counts. The war for dominance, the struggle over who is fucking right, through all the wrongs you’ve done, the fight for pride that threatens every day to drag you down. At least until you fuck it out at night. The war that rages in your hearts, vying in vain to tear the two of you apart. The war you’ve both won, time and time again. For what feels like forever. Together.

He holds you near and murmurs in your ear, the words you always know before you hear. “I love you, Y/N.”

Still gives you butterflies, every damn time. “And I love you, Jax Fucking Teller,” you wholeheartedly reply. “Or should I call you Mr. President?”

A soft laugh whispers past his lips, resting against your cheek in an extended kiss, where his big strong body is still slumped over yours in post-orgasmic bliss. “Guess that depends. I think this patch is fucking poison. Babe, I know you never wanted this to happen—honestly, if you just say the word, right now, I’ll leave this all behind and...”

“Oh, shut up,” you interrupt. “Now’s not the time to talk like that, you fucking idiot. Whatever that patch is, I’m just—I’m addicted. You completely fucked me up, and I’m still riding high on feeling so... God, I don’t even know the word for it... corrupt?”

Your eyes randomly flicker toward the gavel on the table, as you say it. Damn, what is it with that thing...?

Jax follows the shift in your gaze, subtle though it was, able to tell where you’re looking, as always. “What is it, darlin’—got some kind of gavel kink? I thought you said it ain’t even that big...”

You smile at that as he kisses your cheek again. “That’s cause it isn’t. Nothing is, compared to your big fucking dick, Mr. President. You are my one and only kink. My one true king.”

“Mmm, well thank God for that, sweetheart...” he growls suggestively, desire stirring up within the both of you again, despite how recently you came—your body is so fucking ready, for this man to fucking ravage you again. And Jax can tell just what you want now as he finishes his sentence, set on ripping you apart. “...‘cause the President’s big dick is still inside you and already getting hard.”

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... Continued in Part 2!

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Teeth

Hawks x reader

Warnings! Nsfw/lemon/smut, biting, hairpulling, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex no pull outs... He has exogenous zone between his wings...he can go feral... can't convince me otherwise... reader quirk works by getting saliva/venom on the victim. Long

~fight so dirty but you love so sweet~

When a hawk hunts it's first ever viper, sweeping in, catching the clueless creature and taking it back to the sky, it can go any of 3 ways. He's either succesful in incapacitating the viper and can feast on his prey later. Or the viper manages to land a venomous bite on him, in which case they fall to their doom. Now if they don't die from the fall, the viper is the one feasting on the paralyzed young hawk. Nature is a wild thing indeed with how fast the hunter can turn into the prey.

The first time he met you he was on his way somewhere else and he spotted you in a dead end , the only thing running through his mind was 'what a hassle.' His wings shuddering in agitation, the feathers ruffling noisily when he landed behind you in the dead end where you were toying with your paralyzed victim. A middle aged man whom you just mugged and was now making fun of as he could do nothing but watch you, standing there like a stone statue.

"That is not really fair is it, kid?" You turned around slowly and gracefully locking eyes with him "can't be any less fair than following and harassing an innocent little girl in a dead end. He picked the wrong person. Now he pays little price than he deserves, Birdie." You mocked back crossing your arms and taking a nonchalant pose. Though he could tell just how tense and ready to jump you were under that posture. Like a coiled snake. So that was the problem, now he knew why his nerves were on fire when he spotted you. He raised an eyebrow "you don't strike me as an innocent little girl though." You smiled sweetly as you freed the guy from your paralysis who stumbled and scrambled away and out of sight apologizing. "So what? That's what you're into, hero? Innocent little girls? Please." You emptied the content of the man's wallet right in front of Hawks and put it in your back pocket before throwing the wallet to the side. Looking up at his annoyed expression playfully keeping your smile. "Alright! That's it. You're coming with me for theft." You raised your hands in front of you submissively as if ready to get cuffed "oh no, he gonna chain me up." He wasn't amused as he stepped forward grabbing your shoulder to turn you around. That's when in a heartbeat you striked, pushing him off towards the wall and stepped back from him. You were fast, but so was he blocking your way when you tried to make a run for it "nice try. That all you got?" He said casually squeezing his shoulder where you hit but you could tell he was slightly distressed by your speed. "Oh you should not have said that." You grinned raising your hand that was holding one of his crimson feathers between your thumb and forefinger firmly but delicately. "It's okay, I can grow more of those, don't worry about it." He smirked walking back towards you. His smirk was easy to like. It was not like yours, it was calming. You ignored his comment as you brought the feather up to your lips, his steps faltered and came to a halt watching you intently. Your tongue darted out and licked up the side of it, sucking it into your mouth and pulling it out, making a show of it for the winged hero, loving the way his feathers fluttered and shuddered in response "oh, and that's what you are into, huh?" He said trying to sound sarcastic but as intrigued as he was it sounded like a genuine question. He wanted to know what the hell you were doing. You chuckled dropping the feather and stalking towards him. The feather fell limp to the floor much to his surprise. But he was in for a much bigger surprise. When you were only inches away from him, he went to grab you. And he couldn't. He couldn't move a single muscle below his neck. "What the... how did you-" he fell quiet inspecting you as you let your hands wander under his coat and ran your fingers up over his abs, over muscles that were prominent through his skin tight suit before reaching up and grabbing his shoulders to use as leverage and pull yourself up to his ear. "You're lucky I like you, cause if not, this is still not 'all I've got'." You repeated his phrase from earlier your tongue lightly brushing over the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he tensed up even more under your touch. "Okay... I really should not have said that I guess..." he scoffed and You moved your lips to his shoulder sliding his coat off only a little "too late." You sunk your teeth in his shoulder through suit and all making a loud hiss escape his lips. His smart mouth wasn't going to quit it though "ow, that's definitely going to leave a mark. what a kinky little thing you are." You chuckled fixing his coat up and stepping back, turning on your heels to leave "you can move again soon, see you around hero." And with that you were gone."Damnit..."

~call me in the morning to apologise, every little lie gives me butterflies~

It was truly a hassle explaining to the nurse who patched him up that it was just a cat that bit him, right on the shoulder, clean and no bleeding. Only a little less bothersome than admitting his embarassing defeat. He hadn't seen you since, and it's been two weeks. During which the clear set of teeth marks on his shoulder remained, unchanged, as if only just bitten into his skin moments ago. He couldn't dig up anything about you, and damn he tried, knowing his resolve and resources it was saying something. No one had heard of you. Were you even a villain? "Tsk." He traced his fingers over the mark as he craned his neck to look at it in the mirror before sticking the bandage back over it, covering it up with his shirt. Not a moment of his days went by without having you in somewhere in his mind, taunting him, haunting him... and what annoyed him was that it did not ALL relate to his embarassing paralysis in that dead end. He imagined and thought about you way more than just that. He headed out on his day off, to the bar, definitely for gathering info. Of course.

He stepped off into the cold night air and looked up at the sky, stiffening ever so slightly, invisible to the untrained eye. "Speak of the devil, ey?"

You pushed yourself off the wall where you were leaning against and approached him as he turned his head towards you, hands still in your pockets. "Aw, were you thinking about me? Do you happen to do it often?" You smirked, eyes trailing over his face to his shoulder where you've put your little art piece then back to his eyes. His eyes narrowed immediately, turning towards you and getting in your face "you did something to me didn't you?! I knew it!" He growled under his breath glaring at you realizing he had put his hand instinctively over his wounded shoulder to cover it. You put your hands up in the air as if surrendering and looked up at him sincerely, his wound started throbbing for some reason. "Yeah I did. But... I decided you probably don't deserve it. I mean... you were just doing your job. So. I've come to help you remove it." He blinked a few times looking at you unamused "riiight." You rolled your eyes "right!" He frowned and tilted his head to the side "...right? Really?" You groaned pushing him towards the door "ugh you're even more annoying than I remember. Let's go inside." He raised an eyebrow with a hand on the knob still uncertain of your intentions "do you usually invite yourself in people's house like that? Cause I'm not sure you're the type of gal I want to pick up and take home with me..." 'well ouch' He was right not to trust you but you didn't have all night "listen jerk, do you want to get rid of this or not?!" you hissed at him, and as you expected his feathers ruffled at the sound before you could even touch his shoulder. It was in his nature to find it threatening after all. It was kinda cute. He braced himself for you to be nasty and squeez his wound or something but your hand just lightly brushed over his coat, he barely even felt it "okay okay! Sheesh." He opened the door and stepped aside for you to get inside.

~talk so pretty but your heart got teeth~

"So what were you thinking about?" He was taken aback by the sudden question as he closed the door behind him turning to find you make yourself comfortable on the couch. Your question was out of the blue, yes, but it shouldn't have made his so distressed. "Nothing...?." He lied. You sighed "I can't help you like that." Silence filled the room as the two of you stared each other down before you decided to relent "look. The venom in the bite-" he gasped at the words "venom?!" You looked at him unfazed making him feel embarrassed by his own outbursts "sorry, do go on." He gestured for you to continue. "... the venome will eventually make you hallucinate. And it will remain there till you do as it tells you. So I need to know what you've been thinking about most. By the little time that has passed I don't think you are at the point of hallucination yet, yeah?" He was now more anxious about his thoughts by the things you just told him. "I don't hallucinate... do I just start hallucinating random things?... are you some kind of mobile LSD fairy or something?" He frowned at you for real this time making you sigh. "You hallucinate what you want and desire at the moment of the bite, I don't have control over it. So... yea I guess I am." You looked down and he immediately felt terrible "I didn't mean it like that... I just...sorry..." he had no idea why he was apologizing. You were the one who bit him. And he didn't recall you apologising even once so far. "It's fine, I understand." You looked back up at him and cocked an eyebrow "now that that's out the way, much like yourself I don't want to be here anymore than I need to. You can probably take care of the matter on your own from now on. Goodbye birdie." You got on your feet and walked for the door but just as you were going to pull it open his hand shot up from behind you and pushed it back closed. It was your turn to get anxious heart sinking and the hair on the back of your neck standing on end, he was looming over you from behind and you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck and see the shadow of his wings spreading intimidatingly behind you both. "Actually, in that case, YOU are so not done here."

~Late night devil put your hands on me

And never never never ever let go~

"Uh..." you slowly turned around pushing yourself back against the wall and looking up at him to see the easy smirk from before back on his face, eyes half lidded, dripping with confidence "I don't... um... what do you m-mean?" He raised a hand and brushed a finger on the side of your jaw, stroking it lightly as he leaned in closer "it's you I was thinking about the whole god damned time. The way you'll look, they way you'll sound. The way you'll taste. You said you will help me fulfill my hallucinations." He looked down over your form taking his time as he did so before his eyes landed back on yours "do you still want to help me?" He was actually asking. Despite the way his voice faltered at the thought of getting rejected there was a choice in his question. You could refuse. But why would you? He was hot. Annoying. But still hot. "So you got to be on LSD to take girls like me home?" You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest, the way the shadow of his wings covered you making you uneasy. He smiled apologetically "in my defense, last time we met you assaulted me in a dead end, gal." You huffed "(y/n)." His smile brightened as he watched you intently "Keigo. So (y/n), what do you say?" You hummed looking thoughtfully, almost shamelessly down his form, raising a hand and barely brushed your fingers against his crotch before pressing them firmly to his abs and chest. His chest tightened in anticipation as he felt his stomach drop. Maybe it was just for now and how you were touching him, maybe it was for the way his wounded shoulder throbbed, knowing this was almost exactly what happened before he got bitten last time. "I don't know Keigo, I kinda get the feeling you actually like the bite. A lot." Your hand traced his shoulder now leaning up to kiss it softly from over his clothes, him inhaling in sharply "oh to hell with it, you make me want to give you more, birdie."

~don't know if you love me or you want me dead~

He walked you back towards the bed, hands cupping your cheeks on both sides, his lips locked on yours. His hands moved down the sides of your neck, slipping your shirt off to expose your shoulders and pushing you down so you sit on the bed, loving the way you were already panting breathlessly from his kiss, flushed. He pulled his shirt off still standing over you with his signature confident smirk, throwing it to the side. You smirked back as you leaned in pecking his abs before dragging your lips over them, looking at his eyes through your lashes as you moved down and mouthed over his crotch, making him shudder, watching as those same abs rippled ever so slightly. He ran his fingers through your hair letting out a shaky breath "I'm sorry if I don't trust those teeth anywhere around that area, baby girl. Plus you already know how I taste. It's my turn." You rolled your eyes leaning back on your arms behind you as he leaned in and pulled your pants off along with your panties "fine, birdie." Your blush darkening as it creeped to the tips of your ears. He huffed kicking off his jeans and kneeling in between your legs grabbing your thighs "it's Keigo." He gripped your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed before you could retort, only managing to let out a gasp. He smirked releasing your legs when over his shoulders running his hands up over them, kissing your inner thighs, his stubble scratching lightly over your sensitive skin making you wriggle a bit. His hands grabbed your hips tightly pressing you firmly to the bed "oh no you don't." You looked down at him to whine quietly. A choice you immediately regretted. Holding eye contact he buried his face between your legs and plunged his tongue right in. You gasped arching your back, hands shooting up to grip his hair. He hummed delighted by your rich reaction, moving his face closer, nudging his nose against the sensitive bud, as his tongue switched between lapping up your juices and thrusting in through your soft, fluttering folds. You a whimpering writhing mess under him. The soles of your feet not too gently brushing against the base of his wings on his back, where they were connected through his skin, along with your fingers tangling and tugging his hair had him groaning and moaning deeply into you. He removed his tongue only to lick up a wet hot line up to your bud latching onto it and sucking just as two of his fingers pushed inside at once giving you no time in curling up and rubbing against the spot you wanted them to. "Shit! Kei-go!" You moaned loudly, your toes curled and your thighs squeezed his head as he chuckled pushing your hips down further on the bed with an arm over your belly, nails digging in your hip where they rested. The pleasure had you seeing white and Right as you were about to get tipped over the edge of your climax he stopped. His fingers and lips, all gone. "Pay back is a bitch, huh?" He wiped off his glistening wet face with his hand as You whined desperately and squeezed your legs shut when he removed them from his shoulders grinning at you "you jerk!"

He leaned over you grabbing your loose sweatshirt and pulling it over your head reaching behind you to unclip your bra as he kissed your neck "let's free these lovely things first." You huffed still annoyed but soon it started into contented sighs and quiet moans as his kisses and nips moved down to your chest. His teeth grabbed your nipple in a sharp nip and you mewled grabbing the back of his neck, your other hand moving lower between his wings. As your nails dug right in the spot between the two giant heaps of crimson feathers, he let out a loud breathy gasp freeing your abused nipple from his surprisingly sharp teeth. Evil flashed in your eyes as you smirked down at him when he gulped and looked up at you "...no." his voice was shaky "oh yeah." You replied raking your fingers on the same spot. His giant wings shook, the feathers rustling as he hissed through his teeth, grabbing your breast harshly in one hand and pulling you closer with the other fisted in your hair, crashing his lips onto yours with a feverish hunger. You were shocked, moaning into his mouth. His reaction was thrilling and you wanted to see more, tightly grabbing onto the base of his wings this time digging your nails there. He sneered and growled loudly in your mouth, sounding feral. You whimpered at the sound the reaction you got more than you bargained for. "On your hands and knees, (y/n)." He barked urging you up by his hand, still tightly fisted in your hair pulling you up. You gasped scrambling up to turn around and do as he had told you. His fingers dug in your hips and he pulled you back onto himself, in one fluid thrust, your pussy already gushing around him from his earlier change of tone. You cried out as you gripped the sheets in front of you. His wings were distracting as they spread once, engulfing you in their shadow. It felt safe, but extremely dominating. Or rather quite deliciously. He tucked them back behind himself when he leaned down over you, one hand still on your hip and the other running up your spine gripping the back of your neck tightly. He pulled back out right to the crown of his cock, before snapping his hips back inside all the way, at the same time his teeth sinking in your skin over your shoulder blade, drawing another loud cry from your throat. He set a brutal pace as his teeth worked on littering your back with bites and nips. "F-fuck!... Kei... shi-... Keigo!" Your breath coming out in short moans and gulped in with high pitched gasps. His fingers creeped from around the back of your neck towards your throat, squeezing it tight and firm, your breath and voice hitching as the thrill ran down your spine straight to your core, folds fluttering around his rock hard cock. He pulled you back up by your throat so your back was flush against his chest, your hand reaching up to claw at his wrist, squealing. His hold was not suffocating, just restricting the amount of air you were allowed. The new angle made his cock poke and drag over your walls, sending you right into your much desired orgasm eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was panting heavily and movements faltering and sloppy from holding you and himself up like that. Your cunt clenching around him, milked him dry, him moaning and biting your shoulder one last time. He remained inside you as you both came down from your highs, removing his hand from your throat to your shoulder, stroking one of his own bite marks lightly. He pulled out and let you drop on your belly with a tired sigh turning into a heavy strained "oof!" As he fell over you playfully, barely careful not to crush you. "Fuck, (y/n). Looks like I did all the biting this time." He laughed as he held himself up on his forearms gently kissing and soothing your sensitive skin. "Shut up...damn... I'm gonna bite you again if this is what I'm gonna get every time." You muttered tiredly. "I was right. You are a kinky little thing." He smirked laying down next to you this time, draping an arm over your waist and nuzzling your neck "you can bite me whenever you want, baby girl. I'm in."

~push me away, push me away

Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay~

Hey hey hey @queensynderella

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[morimallow]

NSFW Alphabet (Suna Rintarou)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Not the best but at least? He's very very gentle with his actions because he knows you're still sensitive. If he's feeling a little more affectionate, you might receive an open-mouthed kiss or two. He always plants a kiss on your forehead after sex— it's like putting a cherry on top or adding finishing touches because he considers you beautiful and all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Although he uses his whole upper body to manipulate blockers in volleyball, he loves his hips. That moment of satisfaction when he hears you moan the time he slams back into you. HE LOVES YOUR BACK. The way it forms a beautiful dip during dog style, the way it reminds him you're so fucking sexy. His hands are always on your back and/or behind your thighs. Ugh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie. Creampie. Creampie. Creampie. Creampie. Doesn't stop until your hole is filled and covered with his cum. Likes the sound of your skin slapping, sound way more lewd because of his sticky cum. When he's kinda rough, he likes to coat his fingers with his cum and make you lick it clean because he's nasty like that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not just a secret of his but with the twins. The twins caught Suna humping on a volleyball in the storage room. That was one time when you stopped by the gym to check on him. You wore your knee-high socks that was hidden until that day because you ran out of clean socks. He had to make a deal with the twins because they'll never stop teasing him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ugh, he knows his ways, his angles, his measurements, HE KNOWS THE ENTIRE MATHEMATICS. HE KNOWS YOUR ANATOMY. Let's all agree he has an average-sized dick but.. man, does he know how to put it to good use. I don't know his ways but he manages to his your spot every fucking time and you're just busy screaming his name and telling him you feel so good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

What was it again..? The one when you ride his pretty cock with your back facing him. Back to letter B, he loves this position because a.) he can see your full back and b.) he can take control over your movements with the snap of his hips.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He pours his emotions into having sex with you if you are his lover. His thoughts are just: I should make them feel loved, I'm gonna give them my best performance. Post-orgasm goofiness! Likes to tease you too. Like, “Baby, what was that sound you made when I fucked you so good? Did you purr for me, pretty baby?”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He only has thin strands of light brownish pubes so he doesn't shave often! If you prefer no pubes then he'd shave because you give the best blowjobs. You kinda like the way his pubes lightly tickle the area around your hole though..

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sucker for open-mouthed kisses to show his affection. He kisses you from your nape to your tailbone, doesn't matter if you're the one moving or him. INTERTWINING. HANDS. FINGERS. LEGS. He wants to hold you close. Remember, yeah? The reverse position? He'd hug you from behind, start pounding into you as he places his kisses. jfkekfjsjd im so weak for him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off when he's horny and you're not within his reach or not in the mood. He'd slowly trace the popping veins of his dick as he sets his image of you in his head. Then, he'd massage his balls, creeping up his cock until he plays with his tip. Would totally muffle his low moans.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Y'all.. squirting and laces. Loves the idea that he can make you squirt and make a mess above or under him. And laces.. it just looks perfect on your skin, makes it more delectable and prettier.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Good ol'classic bed (prefers the one in your childhood bedroom), the doorway, and your bigass-not-tainted window. Don't ask me, this is just my fantasy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You squirting and queefing, your moans, the way you squeeze his cock good.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Spitting (don't fight me on this one), wax play, anything that might harm your skin but he's fine with hickeys and slap marks, hmmmmm.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE LOVES LICKING YOUR FOLDS LIEK— the fact that you can get off just with his mouth makes him ugh. The way your thighs contract as he grazes his teeth around your pussy. Hmm, he's most sensitive at the base. He'd either fuck your face the moment you suck his dick whole or let you have it your way, he'd still cum inside your mouth anyway. 11/10, best in oral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

THE DUALITY OF THIS MAN MAKES ME WANNA GO FERAL. JGKEKJFJWND. He's usually fast and rough with a sprinkle of degradation but there are also moments he wants to take his time. He wants to appreciate every inch of your body, making sure he gives enough attention to each. He'd have a twitching cock dribbling with pre-cum but his whole focus is to make you feel good and loved, to make you reach your orgasm. This man can be so sweet at times. Sighs.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Y'all.. this is a big yes for him. Not frequent though! Just when he feels like railing you inside the dressing room or in a certain bar VIP lounge.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Always down as long as he's also interested! He was the one who initiated the ride-my-face, hoho. A little peek of curiosity of your kinks is enough for him to help you confirm that kink. RISKS? WHAT ARE THOSE? He'd command you to not wear underwear because he plans to fuck you in your reserved private restaurant booth.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Three to five rounds. I won't elaborate further, your honor. I rest my case.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

HE BUYS TOYS FOR YOU. He bought the Sailor Moon set of dildos, not knowing what the fuck is Sailor Moon. He just thought it's pretty. He imagined it using on you because you wanted to have a threesome without having a third party and damn, did he make that possible and mind-blowing. Also, kind of a wide range of vibrators to pleasure his favorite baby while going for a morning run.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST TEASE. EDGING. EDGING. EDGING. UNTIL YOU BEG HIM TO JUST PLEASE LET YOU CUM AND CREAM ON HIS COCK. He'd rail you until you scream that you're cumming and he's out of your hole then teases your entrance with his cum from the last round.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Low.. sexual.. hot.. groans.. gets u pregnant... im out.. have u heard his voice.. fucking.. hot..

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Often puts his hand inside his pants or yours or inside your shirt and just plays with your nipples while he sends a text to Osamu or whoever.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The body of a swimmer.. yes. He's not too ripped. He got the right amount of muscles and fats and muscles, muscles, muscles. Lean torso, omg. And his dick.. pretty cock of his. Perfect length, perfect shade. HE'S SO BEEFY.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He! Rarely! Initiates! Having! Sex! Oh, but he often initiates make-out sessions but it's always up to you if you want to fuck or not. He can take care of himself, yes, but thinks it's better to take care of each other's needs, uwu. He's always down to having sex though. *eyes*

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep during or after your post-sex conversation after he has cleaned you up. Salty bae so tired making you both feel pleasure. Ugh, he's good.

Here is Suna's Fluff Alphabet!

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[bangchanswolfpelt]

Yeah I probably do see Yeonjun as a little softer than most. Sexy, but sweet and sexy, like he makes you feel so good you're constantly feeling boneless kind of sexy. It's soo fun to think of him as very rough and feral too though, such a turn-on🥵🥵

I think I see him as a bit softer because of certain little things he does. Like he acts very confident and sexy, but if pressured, he tends to cave and gets all shy. Also he tends to be the one to rein in the children when they go all out in some way (especially Beomgyu, who seems to be more fearless and give less of a fuck what people think of him than the others).

I also see that Yeonnie can be often quite moody and emotional, and it does affect how he acts. So I see him as someone that needs comforting when he's like that, so not a 100% total dom. He gives off this vibe of sensuality that's not quite the same as total, complete dominance somehow. If anything, it's this hint of vulnerability that makes him truly truly sexy, like a glimpse of something behind the confident mask.

I love reading how other people see him though, and he could definitely act out a lot of fantasies and scenarios anyway, I see him being into that so he could definitely step into a role of being a beast of a dom and ohmygodigottagohaveacoldshower now 🥵👀

ahhhhhhh, reading this made me melt 🥰 i 100% get where you're coming from, those little slivers of softness and vulnerability 🥰🥰🥰

i've been getting into this in a couple of the posts i have sitting in my drafts (i still have that first message you sent off-anon 👀 which turned into A Whole Thing 👀👀👀👀), but i feel like he's the kind of person who's very conscious of how he's perceived and also really, desperately wants to be loved. and that combination ends up manifesting as this kind of immediate, overwhelming intensity when things get intimate—like his first instinct is to take the lead, but it's more out of a desire to prove himself, to prove that he can be good to you and for you. when i see him as dom-leaning, it's definitely coming from a place of neediness rather than confidence and control, if that makes sense—like, he just wants your love and desire and approval so badly, he'll just clamp down on that confident mask even harder when things get sexual, and it takes a bit of effort to get him to let go of it because honestly, being vulnerable is sometimes even harder during sex.

he's the kind of boy who needs a lot of love, i think, but doesn't know what to do with it when you give it to him. 🥺

re: him needing comforting, i think you're spot on about that actually!! i just think it would take a little work to get him to a point where it's something you can get him to admit to and accept. not too much, because he's not at like tsundere or ice prince levels of needing to break down walls, but i think his first impulse early on is gonna be to try to please you, and getting him to be honest with himself and you about what he needs would take a bit of practice.

ugh, it's SO interesting reading your take on him, because i really feel like we're looking at the same, or at least very similar, facets of his personality and taking them in different directions, like light passing through a dispersive prism. 🧐🌈🥰

#yeonjun thirst #txt thirst #mail corner 📬 #txt👾 #muse💞🐕💞

[lunarmessenger]

Doing Something Hot (Turn Ons) RFA, V, + Saeran

slight nsfw warning? maybe? hahaaaa enjoy ily xxx - luna

Zen: Grinding

• His absolute favorite thing to do when you guys are about to do the dirty

• It’s normally you on his lap when it starts but sometimes he’ll initiate it when he’s on top of you

• He’ll have your hips in his hands while you’re either whispering in his ear or kissing his neck

• And he’ll slowly start pushing and pulling against them to move your hips against his because god it feels so good MC

• You better pray it’s not him on top though because ohoho oh no

• This man will absolutely tease you until you’re basically whimpering underneath him

• “Is there something you want from me MC? Something you need, huh?”

• You’ll have your legs wrapped around his hips while he slowly grinds down against you, feeling his hardening length beneath his underwear ugH

• i want this man to rail me LMFAO

• He can get a bit rough with it if he unleashes the beast but otherwise he goes agonizingly slow because he knows how good it feels

Yoosung: Touching

• This is totally not because he hasn’t had much experience with partners yes it is luna who are you kidding hahaha

• But honestly any sort of light touches against his stomach or thighs tends to drive him wild

• You don’t even realize when you’re doing it either; you’ll just be laying in bed together while he’s playing on his nintendo and you’re on your phone

• And boop you just happen to slip your fingers underneath his t-shirt and “MC what are you doing?”

• He sounds a little breathy too, but you don’t really notice because you don’t realize what you’re making him feel and wow that feels really nice actually

• The way you drag your fingernails across his bare stomach, from the bottom of his chest all the way to the top of his v line leading to the belt of his jeans

• It intensifies when you look away from whatever is distracting you and look at him and noticed how flushed and squirmy he is, and “oh I’m sorry Yoosung, do you want me to stop?”

• “God no, don’t stop MC”

• While he isn’t that experienced that doesn’t mean that he won’t pull an uno reverse card and get on top of you in a flash and completely ravish you

Jaehee: Biting

• It wasn’t known until one night you two were laying in bed together; you reading a book while she looked over paperwork that she’d brought home from the office

• You had started to poke at her cheeks and arm to distract her from doing her work (which was working for a little while)

• “MC you know I love you but please just let me finish this and you will have all of my attention”

• After a while you’d given up and gone back to reading, and now that she was finished it was her turn to mess with you while you were trying to finish the chapter you were on before snuggling up to her for the night

• She started gently poking at your sides and stomach, slowly moving up to your face and poking at your cheeks and lips

• “Oh, MC~” She sang while poking, agitating you enough to where your teeth closed around her finger gently, biting down as you raised a brow.

• The action made a surprise gasp escape her lips which only piqued your interest oh you’re in for it baehee

• You bookmarked your page in the book and pounced, softly nibbling at her neck and chest to see what reaction you would get (and you were not disappointed oh yes)

• “Shall I bite you here Jaehee? Or maybe here?”

• “I don’t care where MC just don’t stop.”

• A beautiful symphony of moans was thoroughly enjoyed that night~

Jumin: Kissing/Making Out

• Listen

• It is unhealthy how often you think about sitting on this mans lap and just kissing him all damn day.

• Sometimes kissing him was super innocent, especially if he was on his way to an important meeting or just because you wanted to show your affection for each other

• But there were times where it was a little more inappropriate and boy were those your favorite

• He would aggressively pull you onto his lap and immediately bring your lips to his, and your kisses would range between being slow and drawn out or hot and fast depending on the mood

• And yes there is a loooot of tongue and lip biting involved my gOD

• “You really want to tease me like that, kitten?”

• jesus cHRIST JUMIN

• And he tends to initiate these intense makeout sessions because he loves it, especially when he sneaks his fingers down to a certain area...👀

• God forbid you visit him in his office because you know damn well if he’s horny he’s tossing you on his desk and just making out with you until you’re dizzy

• “We’ll continue this when I get home, MC. Put on that lingerie I bought you last week; and I expect you to be on the bed where you belong.”

• god help me just let me spend ONE NIGHT with this man

Saeyoung: Hair Pulling

• Honestly you discovered this one completely by accident

• He already knows how much you love it when he pulls your hair when making out and you’re on his lap and his hands are wandering e v e r y w h e r e

• But when you guys were play wrestling you accidentally grabbed his hair when you were aiming for his shoulder and he let out the most delicious moan it stopped both of you in your tracks

• “Ignore that MC I–”

• “Saeyoung...what was that....👀”

• Now that you know it is the absolute quickest way to get him in the mood

• It honestly turns him into somebody completely different than you were expecting and it is absolutely amazing

• Whenever you do it his eyes get completely dark and he instantly tosses you onto the bed and holds you down while leaning close to your ear, biting it before he whispers in the deepest growl you’ve ever heard from him

• “Are you sure you want to do that MC?”

• yes yes yes yes yeS YES YES YES YES YES

V: Blindfold (haha sorry)

• Okay okay hear me out LMFAO

• He doesn’t like wearing it (since he’s kind of experienced it 24/7 already lol)

• But when he sees you with it on it drives him absolutely wild

• The first time you guys tried it it was purely for experimenting, and you honestly didn’t think he’d like it because of what he’d experienced

• But the way you would crane your neck every now and then to try to hear where he was on the bed as he slowly traced his fingers and tongue around your naked body

• He reveled in the way your body shivered and squirmed underneath his touch that was heightened from your lack of sight

• You gasped whenever his touch would range from his fingers to his tongue, and the way his teeth nipped against your chest every now and then was enough to make him smirk to himself as he straddled your hips

• “Listen to the sound of my voice, MC. Don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you.”

• The entire ordeal just makes you melt every time and whenever you pull out that silk scarf he bites his lip in anticipation

• please tie me up too take some advice from jumin thank u

Saeran: Choking

• OOOOF this poor damaged man

• When you placed your hand around his neck in a playful gesture it drove him absolutely feral

• It starts with him on top of you, his hands gripping your thighs as he forces them to wrap around his naked waist

• Then as he’s placing himself inside you he’s leaning over your body, shoulders tensing as he thrusts multiple times until you’re an absolute mess underneath him

• “Yeah you like that don’t you MC? Touch me. Choke me.”

• yes sir right away sir oh my gOD?????

• You doing as he says just makes him go mad as he lets out a sort of strangled growl, and honestly by the time you think he’s finished he’s definitely not

• While he loves being choked he definitely loves doing it to you too, the sense of control making him feel like he’s on a high that he’s never felt before

• He’s also pretty loud during the lead up to doin the dirty so poor Saeyoung most definitely keeps a pair of sound proof headphones around at all times

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger headcanons #zen #hyun ryu #yoosung #yoosung kim #jaehee #jaehee kang #jumin #jumin han #saeyoung #saeyoung choi #luciel #luciel choi #707 #v #jihyun kim #saeran #saeran choi #lunarmessenger

[khaleesiofalicante]

I'm so ready for this chapter

I'm a simple person. I see David, I get automatically happy. I'm a little late cause yesterday I couldn't find the time, but here I am once again:

"The London Institute stood before him, all glorious and redeemed – once again holding a beautiful love story of its own." Its only the beginning and David thinking poetry is my reason to live. ALSO, YESSS LONDON INSTITUTE

Ah yes, Kit running the London Institute is just amazing

"At moments like this, David wished he had magic too. He wished he could protect Max from all the people who tried to hurt him. He had seen the way people had hurt Max’s brother and his father. He would never let that happen to Max." My heart beats in Mavid!!

“Are you two sharing a room?”  “I won’t tell the Consul," And " He didn’t think sharing a room with his son would do him any favours." had me laughing so hard 😂😂

"It was not easy to get accepted into Columbia University, but Rafael had managed since he was one of the smartest people David knew." I'm so proud of my baby!! 🥺🥺

“I bought you some scones.”jseyjwiwjdh 😏

"He was in David’s arms. His face buried in David’s neck." OH MY GOD. I JUST CANT WITH TO MUCH CUTENESS!!

Ok, I won't quote it but the scene where David saw the portraits is just so beautiful like... Ugh I love my Herondales and David so much!!

Okayy, I dont know who this guy is, so I'll keep my mind open

"Because I know you, David wanted to say. I just wish I knew what’s in your heart too." Ysgsksubdn THIS!  Could I possibly love David more than I love him already??

"Of course I do. My Bapa would be personally offended otherwise.” Yup, I can confirm it

"Max often pretended like people’s words didn’t hurt him - just as he pretend that fire doesn’t burn or wounds don’t bleed.

But David knew, just beyond the surface, Max burned and bled like everyone else.

Despite his reputation as a ‘drama queen’ Max never let other people see his pain. He used humour and theatrics to hide it away." I feel this on a personal level

The mundane illnesses around shadowhunters is getting me worried ngl

"Until that, their only hope was Catarina Loss. David hoped someone sent that woman a fruit basket every single day for she went above and beyond to help shadowhunters affected by the mundane illnesses." She is such a Queen. Just. RESPECT

"Jackson Hayward" Mmm, I feel like I should know that name but I dont remember

KITTY CONTENT IS JUST *CHEF KISS*

“I’m not judging,” David smiled as he adjusted Max’s beanie. “You look very cute.” Max,’s cheeks turned purple again. David wondered why. He wondered if it had something to do with him. (David, I love you, but seriously???)

"Of course, the 'fun' mostly entailed Rafael stopping Georgia from drinking random potions she found in the stalls, Selena stopping Lexi from opening a psychic booth to help people talk to Raziel and of course David stopping Max from running to the gambling booths." 😂 I love how Selena, Rafael and David are the responsables and Max, Gigi and Lexi are the chaotic ones

THE GRUPO CHAT 😂😂😂

“Perhaps an unpublished snippet from the Beautiful Cordelia?” and “I do have a correspondence between an Iblis demon and Christopher Lightwood" just got me like: 😮😮

Oh god the necklace!!

"Most importantly, he didn’t want to cover his scar. He didn’t want to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed of it. It wasn’t a mark of a victim. It was the mark of a survivor." I'm so proud of David 💙

“I never wanted to be protected,” David had replied. “I only ever wanted to be loved.” 💙💙 this just hits so much

"Magnus Bane carried so much love inside himself you could literally feel it through him." YEAH, I would like to add this to the book of the two million reasons why I love Magnus Bane

That escalated quickly. Like... Jackson hit Max? And David hit Jackson? What?

“This is what I get for falling for a Lightwood-Bane,” I mean... Honey you knew what you were getting into

“I do love it when the quiet ones go feral," and “David! Is your hand okay?” just describes Magnus and Jace perfectly 😂

“Well, technically they are residents of the institute,” Tiberius pushed back his glasses. “So, as the Head of the insti-” “Babe, no!” Kit shushed his boyfriend. (OH GOD THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!! 💙)

“It’s alright, Chouchou,” Mr Herondale ran a hand through David’s hair. “Next time, just-” “Use my words?” David asked. “Just don’t get caught,” the man winked. “Jace!” the Consul hissed. “What do you want me to say to him, Alec?” the man demanded. “Be nice? This is David we are talking about! You can’t get nicer than this!” “David, I appreciate you standing up for Max,” the Consul said. “But next time, please try not to punch anyone in the face.” “Yes, sir,” David nodded. “Because it’s wrong.” “Because it means more paperwork for me,” the Consul groaned and then straightened up. “But yes. Absolutely. Very wrong. No punching people!” (I'm sorry, I just had to quote all of it cause I laughed way to hard😂)

I knew that name was familiar!! Oh, god this is a plot twist. Oh my precious boy must be protected at all cost!!! HE DESERVES HAPPINES!

"It made David want to kiss him. But then the Consul spoke, and David reminded himself he didn’t want to be the third person to get punched in the face this evening." David fearing Alec never fails to make me laugh 😂😂

But if he tries to hurt you-” “You will unleash hell?” David chuckled. “Worse,” the other man grinned. “I will unleash Lexi.” It was definitely much worse. (Hell yeah, she is amazing!)

FUCK, now I want to protect Jackson with my whole soul  from the nightmares and everything else🥺🥺

Wow. I feel like I should quote lots of things from all that scene, but its just that it was all so amazing and I wouldn't finish. Like... The story, telling each other their past, talking about therapy. (Kit is right, shadowhunter need therapy!!) They would really be an amazing group

Also, David reading to Jackson was so wholesome 🥺🥺 and the whole scene was deep and beautiful!!

Yess, my boys going to therapy giving priority to their mental health is my sterotonine supply

"Well, I hope it works out well for you,” Jackson grinned. “What is that supposed to mean?” “You know what it means,” Jackson grinned harder. “Also, if that wanker tries to break your heart, I will break his face.” “You know he is the Consul’s son?” David giggled.“I’ve done it once and I will do it again,” Jackson shrugged. “He better treat you right.” “Stop it!” David had blushed and hugged him tighter, saying goodbye once more. (I STAN THIS FRIENDSHIP!!)

"Selena had broken the news that she was enrolling into Scholomance next month.This family was his soul." YESS, SELENA IS A QUEEN

"After the twins went to bed, David stepped out of the institute and went looking for his heart." ajkeyejdodj he is just to pure 🥺🥺

"At first it had felt odd. A little unsteady. And then somewhere along the way, Max’s heartbeat had become the steadiest thing in David’s life. Max, with all his chaos and drama and danger, had become the steadiest thing in David’s life." Thanks, I'm emo 🥺💙💙

"Even if Max loved him…Could Max possibly love him as much David loved the other boy?" MY HEART!!

"His love for Max was endless and impossible. Did Max love him like that? Impossibly?" JDHWJSUDH🥺🥺

“Maxwell Lightwood-Bane,” David whispered. “Love is your birth right.”

"One minute he had been laughing at the portal, his heart full of pride. The next, he was in Max’s arms, kissing the other boy." HOLY SHIT THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL!! ALL OF IT!! AND DAVID FALLING TO THE POND? *LOTS OF CHEF KISSES*

UGH I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH AND I COULD GO EXPLAINING EVERYTHING, BUT IT WOULD MAKE THIS WAY LONGER THAT IT ALREAY IS

Anyway, David is beautiful. I stan Mavid and we love Jackson 💙💙

This was so beautiful. I love how much you and appreciate David 🥺 It makes so emotional send help 😭😭😭😭

Also this is David Tiktok 🤣🤭😎

#lbaf #david beauchamp

[haloangel391]

I love mudd so much, I think he's the sweetest and his love of animals makes me swoon!! Can I request Mudd finding a lost pet and returning them to their owner?

I love him too! Thank you so much for your request! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write. I hope you like it!

Be Good

Mudd really loved animals. Almost more than he loved people. Almost. In fact it was his love for animals that almost got him sent back to Kamino for reconditioning. He was often considered by his former team as “too soft” “a liability to his teammates” but what was he supposed to do? Leave those poor Tannor pups out all alone in the rain? They were too young for the poison to be THAT dangerous to people. It was obvious to Mudd, but definitely not to command. In fact if Ash hadn’t saved Mudd, well... he didn’t really like to think about that.

Mudd loved his new teammates. They were all misfits like himself and they appreciated his passion for knowing about almost every creature in the galaxy. His knowledge has even helped his teammates on quite a few missions. Learning what animals to avoid, which ones might lead them to fresh water, which ones produced medicinal properties for their injuries.

Ash, being the team leader had the final say in what animals he could keep and which ones were too big to sneak back. Ash tolerated his love for animals to an extent, which led to the most important rule for Mudd to follow: Don’t bring deadly, poisonous, or diseased creatures on the ship or in the barracks.

Lucky for him and his small gray friend, Tookas were not any of those things! Unless provoked. Which Mudd is finding out in this very moment. 

“Come on little fella, be good, it’s ok. I won’t hurt you,” Mudd tried to coax the small gray creature from underneath an alleyway dumpster.

Merrrow. The poor Tooka backed away farther underneath the dumpster, oblivious to Mudd’s good intentions and hissed loudly. Most would be deterred by this, but not Mudd. 

Mudd sighed heavily, before getting on his hands and knees and, against better judgement, reached blindly underneath the rancid and rusting dumpster outside 79′s. Mudd felt around underneath the dumpster face uncomfortably close to the dirty alleyway than he ever wanted to be, but he couldn’t leave this poor creature behind. 

Suddenly something solid hit his hand. Gottcha.

Mudd put his hand around the object and grabbed it. Squish.

“Ugh!”

Mudd quickly retracted his hand from underneath the dumpster and came out with a what he assumed to be an old burger. But it was hard to tell from the condition it was in. He threw the offending meat further down the ally and wiped his hand along the walls. 

“Nasty,” Mudd muttered, shuttering and trying his best not to gag.

He was about to reach under again when he spotted two yellow eyes looking at him curiously from underneath the dumpster, slowly poking his head out to inspect where all the strange shouting had come from. 

Mudd froze and slowly reached his hand out for the Tooka to smell. Hoping it would show the poor creature that he meant no harm. 

“Hi, there. Come on out. Be good. I promise I’m your friend.” 

The Tooka slowly crept out from underneath the dumpster and cautiously sniffed at Mudd’s hand, before rubbing himself along his hands and feet. 

Mudd sighed in relief. But frowned as he took in the unruly appearance of the animal. It looked like it had been outside for a while. But it didn’t seem feral. Maybe, just maybe, Ash would let him keep it! Mudd picked up the small creature and grimaced a bit when he got a whiff of it. Maybe he should give it a bath before showing Ash... That’s when it hit him. The perfect name for his new found companion. 

“Hi, Burger,” the Tooka in question meowed at him and looked at Mudd through his big yellow eyes. Yep, Burger was a good name. 

He got up from the ground and started making his way towards the barracks. A smile never leaving his face. He loved making new friends. Especially the furry ones!

Maybe Chipper will help me build a little bed for him. And Brightside can knit him a sweater so he won’t get cold! And Shutter can -- 

His thoughts were interrupted when the Tooka looked up from Mudd’s arms and over his shoulder. His ears twitched and his eyes were focused on something far way. Before Mudd could react the Tooka tried to leap over his shoulder and into the busy streets. 

“No! No, no. Be good.” The Tooka continued to squirm in Mudd’s hold. He didn’t understand what was the matter. Everything seemed fine. Usually all creatures liked him. But this one seemed hell bent on going the opposite direction.

Before he could go any further with the squirming bundle of fur, a shrill scream from behind him had Mudd clutching the small Tooka close to his chest in an attempt to shield it from whatever creature emitted that ear splitting noise.

“MR. TWINKLES!!!”

Mr. Twinkles?

Mudd turned around, and running at him like a charging Mudhorn was a small, humanoid, nat born girl. She couldn’t have been more than 7 years old. The girl had her hair tied on either side of her head with colorful ribbons attached. Her small face contained a smattering of freckles and a grin so wide it surpassed that of his crazed brother Chipper.

“You found my Tooka!!” she exclaimed in excitement, jumping up and down. “I’ve been looking for him for days!” She took out a piece of flimsy from her pocket and showed Mudd a poster, which had a picture of it that looked exactly like Burger. Underneath the picture, and in scribbly handwriting, were the words, Missing Tooka, answers by the name Mr. Twinkles, if found please contact the number below. 

Mudd clutched the Tooka a little bit tighter to his chest. He didn’t want to let him go. He wanted to take him home. To the barracks, to meet his brothers and become a part of their family. But as he looked down at the Tooka, who was still squirming to try to get to the little girl, he realized that he already had a home and a family. 

Mudd sighed and handed the Tooka to the little girl in front of him, who hugged the creature so fiercely, Mudd though she might choke him, but he didn’t seem to mind, and purred contently in the girls strong hold. The child looked up at Mudd, and smiled again, “Thank you mister!” she said, before running off. Mudd watched them get smaller and smaller as they hurried down the street. The Tooka looked at him from behind the small girls shoulder and meowed. 

Mudd smiled sadly and waved a farewell to his new friend.

“Bye Burger, be good.”

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#shatter squadron #Mudd #My oc's