#yo ass is drowning in these clothes

[rorybluez]

Do you ever think the reason behind Once-ler's huge-ass shirt collar is not, in fact, just an unfortunate design choice, but rather a thoughtful reference to the "white collar crime" saying huh. I mean: "crime of deceit to obtain or avoid losing money or to gain a business advantage"? Yeah sounds 'bout right, it's THIS mf

his suit's proportions are silly, but they can also be pretty clever if you're delulu enough

with 110% confidence it was probably brought up before,,, but yeahhhh

#like BRO why is it so damn BIG #yo ass is drowning in these clothes #literally stopped writing my assignment essay to get this outta me #oh and i guess typing “onceler's collar” in google was not a very good idea #don't make my mistakes #onceler fandom #the onceler #the lorax #lorax 2012

[tainted-liquor]

'La Princesa De Mi Corazon⋆˙⟡♡

E42!Miles Morales x Daddy's Girl!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles ! TWs: Cursing, realistic teenage dates (he didn't spend no 5k cmon now) W/C: 2.4k A/N: This can be read as an autistic reader if u squint rllly hard ! Another lovely request I got!! Enjoy luvs

For as long as you can remember, you've never actually been told the word "no" by your father. When your mother didn't wanna get something for you, you'd just ask your dad! Since you were the youngest and first daughter in your parent's long line of sons, with you having 4 older brothers, there were times when you didn't even have to ask, it was just yours before you could even think about it. Clothes, phones, shoes, makeup, perfume, all of it was yours. You were a daddy's money girl, with everything in the world right at your fingertips. So naturally, you tended to avoid serious relationships with boys due to your insanely high standards that had been curated since birth. Until you met him, Miles.

Miles was the complete opposite of you and your aesthetic. Where you were giddy and childish, he was serious and mature. You possessed everything under the sun in the shade of pink, where he barely had anything besides black and purples in his closet. Originally he didn't fuckin' like you, like, at all. He thought you were a 'spoiled air-headed dressed up money drowned bimbo' due to his experience in 'working' with rich people. They all seemed to act the same way and wanted the exact same thing, money or power.

But that view dropped immediately when he saw you interact with others. You weren't rude, you definitely weren't stupid, and you were the kindest most giving person he had ever seen before. People all in your circle constantly praised you for how sisterly you were, handing out gifts and words of wisdom like candy. Your only 'flaw' was your ignorance, living blind to the world around you due to being so heavily protected by your father. Sure, there was crime everywhere and New York was a walking murderhouse, but you didn't know that!

You were casually talking to one of your best friends Brenna when you bumped into someone, knocking you straight on your ass and causing him to stumble back a little. "I am so so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" you empathized as you picked yourself up and immediately offered to help the stranger. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket as he spoke, his voice quiet and steady as he did. "Oh my bad, It's all good. Just be careful." You gave him a warm smile and a brief nod before setting off again, assuming that would be the last time you two spoke. And damn were you wrong.

The next time you'd see Miles, you were at the mall the following Saturday with a shit ton of bags in your hands. You practically skipped through the concourses of the mall, smiling and giggling with Brenna. You were in a brand new off-white dress and rounded the corner to see Miles waiting for a Cinnabon in line. As soon as you saw the blue and white logo of the bakery, and the smell of sweet sugar and baked goods kissed the tip of your nose, you stopped what you were doing and stood behind the familiar set of twin braids. "Hey, Miles!"

Miles looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening a fraction when he saw over 10 bags on each of your arms. "Yo…what's up with all your bags? You don't feel your circulation gettin' cut off?" he asked with a bewildered expression, "Damn, how much money you spent here?" he gawked. Truth is, you weren't sure. All your dad said was to have fun and he didn't necessarily…give you an amount to spend, he just handed you the card and told you the PIN. "I actually don't know. This has to be a minimum of 600 dollars, Daddy just kinda told me to have fun with it!" You shrugged like that was completely normal.

Miles stared for a minute, analyzing the 20 bags you had in total from various stores. he sighed with a small smirk, shaking his head in disbelief as you sort of merged with his spot in line. Neither of you realized, but you unknowingly recruited Miles in your shenanigans at the mall as soon as you both left the bakery with a series of sweets. You three set off to the nearby sneaker outlet, buying everyone a minimum of 4 pairs of sneakers to match every outfit they'd ever make. If Miles didn't know before, he knew now that you were the gift god when it came to generosity and Daddy's money.

His entire perspective of you changed that day, with you more actively talking his ear off and surprising him with random shit you got with your dad's credit card. He knew then and there that your standards were sky high and anyone who ever fell in love with you would be up for a bullfight ahead of them. He saw how your dad showered you with absolutely anything you asked for, with you even having a real-life princess crown from 2011 plated with morganite and rubies stationed in a plastic case on a high shelf in your room. But as he spent more time hanging out with you or spending time over at your house with your brothers, it hit him like a fucking truck. He knew whoever found themself head-over-heels for the pretty pink princess of her family would be in for a fucking hell of a time, he just never expected it to be HIM.

The day he realized he loved you was just like any other day, with you speeding up to him whenever you saw him. Your usual poofy dress skirt flows behind you like something out of a Disney animation. As soon as he knew to grab you so you didn't send the both of you falling to the ground, he felt a sudden warmth in his face. No, not you smushing your face against his as you gave him a spine-breaking hug, but a new kind of warmth that screamed danger. He suddenly became aware of your perfectly fitting style and the way each of the features on your face harmonized perfectly to create the perfection that is you.

Even though you came from completely different backgrounds, you never ONCE in your life dared say something about his situation. There were nights when he would just watch you as the prowler, skipping through his neighborhood like you didn't hear any of the gunshots, screams, explosions, or see anything wrong at all with where you currently were. It's not that you didn't notice, but you were completely aware that not everyone was as fortunate as you were, so you had no right to look at situations that weren't identical to yours any differently. And despite how "uppity" you looked on the surface, you truly thought of everyone as a new friend.

You, on the other hand, were crushing HARD. On some, you actively got quieter and sometimes just shut the fuck up entirely when Miles was nearby. You knew that you were probably making a mistake by genuinely loving someone so fully in this age of infidelity and communication issues, but you couldn't help it! He was just so pretty and listened to everything you had to say and he never once asked you for anything! Ever! You didn't know how Miles would behave in a relationship, but you damn sure weren't prepared for it.

When Miles asked you out on a date, you were a squealing mess. You threw on a pretty pink dress and quickly threw your goddess braids into a quick bun. When your dad watched as you eagerly checked your outfit in the mirror, he was a little taken aback when you told him that you were going on a date. He gave you a warm smile, telling you to be safe and if he tries anything that he'll blow his fuckin' top off. You laughed at him being so overprotective, calmly explaining to him that Miles wasn't like that at all.

You silently pondered where Miles was planning on taking you. You didn't want your first date to be all fancy, because that made them look like they were trying way too hard. But you also didn't wanna sit in some random diner, either…you didn't know what you wanted. All you did was hope that he paid attention to any of your conversations as you patiently waited on your velvety couch. You immediately perked up at the sound of the doorbell, flying to the door and waiting a couple of seconds before swinging it open.

"Mírate! La princesa de Nueva York! You love your dresses, huh?" He asked with a small smile, bracing himself as you dove straight into his arms. You giggled as you did a small little spin, showcasing the new silk dress. "I was debating on a different babydoll dress I have or this one. This one just felt more fitting!" you shrugged as you closed the front door behind the both of you. Miles had no idea what a babydoll dress was, but he made sure to let you know that you looked stunning in this seashell shade of pink. You follow closely behind Miles, loosely wrapping both of your arms around his left arm as you begin to break down the various types of dresses, and which one was your favorite.

"I didn't even know dresses had names…What's your favorite kind?" He asked with a small amused smile. Not only was this the first time someone had actively listened to you rant about your love of dresses, but he made an effort to even ask what your favorite one was? Lord, he was in for an earful. And he clung to every single word you said like it was the sweetest of melodies. When you finished your long-winded rant regarding pink flowy sundresses, he nodded with a bashful grin. "So a puff-sleeved peasant dress made of chiffon?"

You nodded eagerly as you realized he had been listening to you the entire time. "Yeah! I drew it in my sketchbook a little while back, I think I'll show you when we walk back." You chirped as you slowly began to approach what looked like the most gorgeous candy store of your life. It smelled like heaven and looked just like eye candy. You didn't even get the chance to point before Miles gently guided you through the frosted glass double doors. You beamed as you immediately set off (taking him with you) toward some of the pastries.

You filled up two mini bags with various types of candy, croissants, and two rock candies, one in purple and one in pink. "Miles, what's your favorite candy?" You asked as you scooped gummy sharks into your bag. "Uhh…those sour airhead stripes," he replied as he grabbed two near-frozen sodas from the wide commercial fridge. You got two packs of his favorite candy and slipped it into one of your candy bags, skipping over to him to pay for everything at the counter. You rummaged through your bag for your wallet, looking up to realize Miles already had planted his card in the reader.

"C'mon, this is like, so much stuff! Let me pay!" you insisted as you went to open your wallet. He gave you a firm glare, zipping your entire wallet closed and stuffing it back in your bag. "You good? I'm taking YOU on a date, not the other way around" he asked as you intertwined your hand with his, allowing him to lead you back out of the candy store. You played back his words in your mind, processing each syllable and just how much it meant to you. You giggled to yourself as Miles told you that you were gonna go rollerskating before he took you back home!

There was no actual problem, you loved the idea of going skating with Miles! The issue was…you couldn't skate. Miles laughed loudly as he watched you attempt to meet him on the rink, trying not to bust your ass on the soft and neon carpet. You froze in complete terror, holding both arms out and vaguely resembling a confused cat with its ears back. Miles glided over to you between a fit of giggles, holding out his hand for you to hold onto.

You firmly grasped his hand, holding on for dear life as he slowly guided you to the shiny hardwood floors of the rink. "Miles I'm gonna fucking cry," you state, wide-eyed and afraid as your legs seem to weaken as he gently pushes you forward. "Alright, hold on mama. I gotcha, just drag your legs forward," he instructs as he glides forward like clockwork. He takes both of your hands within his, laughing as you fight back the urge to scream as you look down at the ground. "And here I thought you loved skating!" he laughed.

"I do! I swear I do! But I can't…oh my god I'm gonna faint…" you sighed as you wrapped both arms firmly around his torso, squeezing him like your life depended on it. "Alright, c'mon. Te ayudaré." he shrugs as he propels the both of you forward as slow as he knows how to. It was amazing, and your face lit up when you realized how fun it was to 'rollerskate'. You hadn't realized when, but you naturally picked up the rhythm of Miles's legs, adapting his style of skating slowly but surely. And when you realized you weren't even holding on to him anymore, your face lit up brighter than any star in the world.

When you packed everything up and returned both of your skates, you were giggling like a child and buzzed off nothing but sugar. You wildly explained how much fun you had and how you felt like a flying fairy on the skating rink, thanking Miles over and over for being so fun. He dropped you off at your house, holding a brief conversation with your parents as you skipped upstairs to find your sketchbook. You eagerly showed him the plethora of dresses you had cooked up in your head, explaining every one of them.

"Damn, you really are a princess huh?" He chuckled as you flipped through the many beta designs of dresses comparable to that of Princess Diana's. "I'll just have to get you one of these next time then huh? Tú eres la Princesa de mi corazon." he chuckled as you waved goodbye. You didn't know what he was saying, but you couldn't help but beam at the affectionate energy radiating from his words. He gave a formal goodbye to your parents before disappearing as swiftly as he arrived.

"I like that kid. He's very proper." You heard your mother exclaim. "Will he be over more often?"

You nodded eagerly as you ran up to your room to scream more into your pillow.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you

[gh0stsp1d3r]

imagine Rafe coming back home to you after his failed attempt at drowning his sister

Warnings- dark!Rafe, choking, like almost passing out type choking, mdni

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,

He’s not quiet as he enters Tannyhill, slamming the door. You jumped awake at the noise. You were on the couch, waiting for him to come back from his “important shit” as he called it. But you ended up falling asleep.

He’s pissed off, his jaw clenched, his hands balled up into fists as he breathed heavily, pacing around for a moment. He didnt notice you until you squeaked out his name quietly. He snapped his head towards you, shoving his jacket off.

“The fuck are you doing? I thought you went home-“ he walked towards you now.

“I was waiting for yo-“

“Don’t. Just… go home, y/n.”

“I’m your girlfriend. Rafe, why are you pushing me away?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His lips crashed into yours, you were taken aback at the sudden kiss.

“I love you, but sometimes, you are so fucking annoying.” He grumbled out when he pulled away.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words. You went to go respond when he put his lips back onto yours, before you could speak. His tongue slid into your mouth and his hand traveled down to your ass. He tapped it, telling you to jump. You did, he carried you to the room, his mouth not leaving yours.

His kiss was anything but loving and sweet. Full of pent up anger instead. His tongue sliding into your mouth, and teeth clashing.

He shut the door to his room and locked it, throwing you onto his bed. You began to take off your clothes, and he began to take off his own.

He went over to the bed and hopped next to you, his mouth sliding back onto your body, leaving love bites on his neck, your hand on the back of his head as you let out a soft moan.

And when he was finally inside of you, he barely gave you a second to adjust his his size before he was slamming into you, making you cry out loudly before he slapped a hand over your mouth, his other hand going down to your throat, squeezing down so you couldn’t yell so loud.

But he squeezed harder than he usually did, your airways cutting off. You gasped and struggled for air, pawing at his chest and arm.

It wasn’t until you hit him did he notice he was getting too lost in it, he let out a chuckle as he let go of your throat, you taking in a deep breath.

“Sorry, baby.” He spoke with a smile on his face as you looked up at the man, terrified.

#obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Fill you up

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: based on a very long and very feral conversation me and my friend had about this edit

"I'm gonna fucking fill you up, Sweetie."

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not proof read, a few lines talking abt fertility issues, no build up(striaght to it lets goo!!!), kinda switch dynamics,established relationship, unprotected, breeding, overstim, hair pulling, an insane amount of dirty talk, multiple cream pies, pet names (namely sweetie&joongie, daddy &mommy a few times), slightly possessive, very slight degradation

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

        "I'm going to fucking fill you up, Sweetie." His sweet promise is a stark contrast to the way he rams his cock into you from behind. The sound of his hips snapping against your ass almost drowns him out, but he knows it doesn't when he feels your fertile pussy clench around him.

    You shakily hold yourself up on the armrest of the couch, knees and elbows buckling as he fucks you to your second orgasm. "Please, Joongie! Give it to me!" You neighbors are surely writing a complaint as they listen to the nonstop scraping of your furniture and your loud moans. You've been at it for over half an hour, and he still hasn't came into your abused cunt.

     He had tore your clothes off the second you crossed into you home when you came home from the doctors. They gave you the green light after your newest fertility treatment and he was saving up every last drop for your little pussy. He hadn't fucked you with anything other than his fingers for months and he refused to cum or touch himself.

    "Please, cum for me! I wan' it, give it to me, give it-me!" You were near floating the second you felt his cock for the first time again, and now you were absolutely over the moon. "Fuck- I love it, Baby, I love it, love it, gimme," you mumble into the fabric of the couch as you finally let yourself face plant. "I want your babies," you wail.

     "Don't worry, my sweet girl," he moans as he leans over your back, pushing your hair out of the way and licking your earlobe. He absolutely revels in the way your gummy walls clamp down on him in response. "Daddy's gonna give you every drop. Gonna fill you up," he huffs as he slows his hips to a leisurely pace, "gonna make you a Mommy. You want my babies... Mommy?"

    "Fuck, good Je- yes!" You try and throw your hips back, stiffened by his weight on-top of you. "Please," you almost cry, "please, give me your babies. Wanna make 'em, make so many for you, gonna give you..ah! Please, Joong!" Your tired hand searches him out as he leaves you.

"Let me see you when you take it," he groans as he pulls you down to the middle of the long couch and flips you over. He holds your hips as he slams into you, forehead pressed against yours as he stares into your soul. "Look so pretty, Sweetie. So pretty while I fuck my babies into your cunt~." He presses so so deep inside of your cunt, desperately claiming you as his. "All fucking mine to fuck. This gorgeous cunt is just for me- just for my babies, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, give me all- every drop, I can make it into the best- holy fuck! The best babies, the best for you. I know I can, just fucking give it to me. Please, Daddy!" He whimpers as your legs wrap around his pistoning hips and try and trap him closer, all while your hand grab the ends of his long hair and yank as you yell for him to cum inside you.

"My eager cumslut wife. You want it so bad you're crying? So pathetic for me," he coos sweetly as he wipes your tears. His words make you squirt on the spot, cream escapes your gushing hole and forms a lewd ring around his painfully hard cock. Your tightly wound voice begging for him even as your sloppy pussy cums around him pushes him over the edge and throws him into the deep end.

   His months of edging are apparent when he fills your womb to the very limit and makes his seed drip down your ass and stain the couch. He lazily licks as your neck as he cums and cums and cums.  "So good, M- amazing, amazing!" He whines as he shakes in your hold, leaning into your hand as you sooth his aching scalp. "Feels too good!" He tries to pull away when your locked feet push him back and make the both of you scream out.

   "Stay, stay like that, keep it- gotta keep it in."

    "Can't, I can't, I- cum again, please!" The way your cunt is so warm, so full of him, pulsing around his cock for the first time since forever... it's too much. He's already hard and pushed to the edge again.

    "So do it, Joongie. Fuck more into me, make sure it takes." And he does, saturating your insides beyond belief as he cries into your shoulder just how ecstatic he is to have you around his cock.

    When he pushes his limit just far enough, just before the brink of insanity, he reaches around and grabs your ankles tightly. He pushes them, holding them up and keeping you hips up in the air. "God," he moans as he sees your cunt absolutely gushing. "You're gorgeous..." His eyes rake up and down your sweat, spent form and he can't find a single flaw.

     "My wife," he moans sweetly as you drag your fingers over his forearms. You swing you legs to one side and prop up your ankles on his shoulder, giving him freedom of his hands while also keeping your cunt from over spilling. "All mine..." He whispers lowly as he drags his fingers from the very end of your cunt and pushing all the cum on his fingers back into you as you shiver.

    He swipes up all of the spilt cum on your body and works it back into you, dragging his fingers on your walls teasingly before he leaves you empty all over again.

     His cock is twitching at your soft whines, growing harder by the minute. You place your hand over your belly and smile, catching his attention. "What's that pretty smile for, Sweetheart?"

    "Gonna make sure it takes this time. Gonna try real hard," your tone is bittersweet, blinking away the pain in your eyes as you look up at his caring face.

    "S'not all on you, Sweetie." He divides your legs and slots himself between them. His hard cock lays on your pelvis, showing you both just how deep he fucks you. "I just gotta make sure I keep you full, then- don't I? You want that?"

   You reach you hand between you and slip his cock into you. Even just the tip filling you up has cum seeping from you again. "Dirty girl," he chuckles, leaning his head into your shoulder and nipping at your skin.

    He bites down just as he slams in and starts a merciless pace from the get-go, making you scream and grab at him stupidly. Your hands go everywhere. Scraping up his back. Leaving nail indents in his ass as you pull him closer. They settle in his messy curls. Tugging harshly as he whimpers.

"My fucking Goddess." He mewls, grabbing at your tits through the very little space between your bodies. You've locked around him like a koala, he isn't going anywhere until you decide your full enough.

He repeats, "I'm gonna fucking fill you up, Sweetie."

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#kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #ateez #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #smut fic

[floatmeintothesun]

Blessed

You think that the people who think you’re honored by the gods are kind of idiotic. Kunikuzushi would like to differ. (God!Scaramouche x reader)

tw: none

tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, kuni is a god of weather, he enjoys messing with you

Kaeya version:

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People often like to say that you're blessed by the gods.

You refute them, saying that Kunikuzushi only likes to stick around to bother you and nothing else. Plus, you only know a god, singular, one god and you definitely have not been blessed by the guy…at least, as far as you can tell you haven’t.

Although he’d probably say that you have been, by simply being in his presence because his ego is bigger than the sun.

 When thunder strikes and the winds blow, you know that he’s laughing at you, sweeping things out of your arms and giving them back seconds later, just to be annoying. He also has the peculiar habit of taking your hats, and then at the end of the month, dumping them back in your house as if to boast of how many he’s managed to steal without you finding out.

(Once, you found your spatula, the one you've been looking for weeks in the pile. You scolded him, and now the only things he takes are your hats)

When rain falls, not a single drop of water lands on you, even if the skies are blanketed in dark clouds. People point and tell you that you’ve been blessed. You like to point back and say that Kunikuzushi only does this because he knows you like the feeling of rain pattering down your face.

The breeze twinkles and chimes, and you know he’s chuckling at your misery of having to wave off people who are avid believers in the gods. You tell the breeze that he sucks ass, and it twirls around your body, all featherlight touches and in doing so, completely messes up your hair. Yep.

The weather god is a pessimistic little sadist who loves seeing you suffer.

Sure, Kunikuzushi isn’t always a total dick. He’ll water your plants for you, help dry your clothes when you leave them outside on a line, and if he’s feeling nice, maybe even gift you little trinkets he’s found floating around. When you have a bad day, he’s there to comfort you, giving himself a physical body and talking, seemingly for hours to distract you from your troubles.

And for someone who is usually just the passing breeze or raging storm cloud, he’s quite cuddly. Of course, he’ll adamantly deny ever wanting your hugs while he’s practically attached to you like a koala, pretending that he despises your touch.

“No, I’m not hugging you, and even if I was it’d be for your puny mortal needs. Actually--you should thank me for being so generous!” He’ll say, his arms wrapped around your middle. He never really wants to admit that he needs your sweet attention as much as you need his. 

His mood fluctuates with the weather, and most of the time when he’s with you, the skies are open and sunny, unless he’s making a conscious effort to make it otherwise. You can request any sort of weather from him, and he’ll take it into consideration. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind humoring your requests and finds it cute that you're so interested in his abilities. He’ll subtly guide you away from danger, and…dispose of it when you're not looking. He’s not the only god who has control over the wind and weather, but he’s claimed the place where you live as his territory. 

(No other gods dare go there unless given explicit permission…not after what happened to…)

Kunikuzushi finds that you brighten up his monotonous days, and feels less inclined to drown the world in rain because you’d complain about it. He’s known as the vengeful wind, the god who has no mercy on the peasants below, but you? He’ll make it sunny and sweet, just for you, even if it goes against his brand.

Maybe a millennia ago, he would have scoffed at honoring a mere mortal, just another person who will eventually leave him with a gaping hole in his heart. Now, he finds that every moment is worth it, and treasures every second with you, because it’s--well, you. Even if you're a puny human that needs protecting.

You make him smile, even in his darkest moods, when he feels like the people below deserve to drown in acidic rain. Sometimes he finds himself following you, messing with your hair, and helping you carry things he thinks are too heavy for you.

 He’ll press his mark all over you and your home, warning other potentially hostile deities that you're not allowed to be hurt unless they want to be slowly disintegrated in a vortex of acid and wind, painfully ground into sludge. With how strongly his claim on you glows, no other god wants to go within a 20-mile radius of your house.

He finds your presence soothing and even if your interactions mainly consist of banter and friendly barbs. Kunikuzushi might even whisk you away to some foreign place with him if he thinks you need a vacation, before bringing you back home safely.

As much as he’d like to pretend that you don’t matter all that much to him, it’s undeniable how much he truly cares for you.

So if you feel the gentle kiss of wind against your cheek, or hear the slight chime of laughter, drifting on the breeze, don’t be alarmed. It’s just Kunikuzushi, drifting alongside you, subtly protecting you from harm.

(Extra: Kunikuzushi will sometimes bring people he considers to be friends to meet you. Aether and Lumine wouldn’t stop pestering him until they got to see his favored mortal so he grudgingly let them. The three of you have become best friends rather quickly, much to Kunikuzushi’s chagrin.)

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Should I make this a series? I’m thinking of maybe Zhongli as the god of earth, Kaeya as a minor ice god, etc, I but I’m not sure if I should. If you want specific characters that you think would be good for this concept you can tell me and I’ll consider writing for them

#kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #fluff #no angst

[miyuhpapayuh]

We don't even have to take our clothes off.

Thank you @lemmewritesomeish for tossing this one liner in my inbox! I actually dusted off a two year old draft for this one!

“Lift ya dress up, baby.,” he lowly slurs in her ear, the liquor running through their systems heavy.

“What if we get caught?” She asks, lifting it up anyway.

“Ain’t nobody watchin’.” Pulling up a chair behind him, he sits down and pulls her into his lap, his hands roam her inner thighs.

Just a couple feet away, an entire party is taking place on the beautiful, larger than life balcony of an even larger house.

After three shots of rum, the pair had moved to a half secluded area off to the side of the function. Touchin’ on each other like horny teenagers.

“Come on, vie.” His lips trail kisses along her neck.

“It’s just you and me…" the strap of her dress follows his lips down her shoulder, a shiver crawling up her spine.

Her hands rests on his, assisting in pulling her dress completely up on her hips, his hand going straight for her wet set of her lips.

“No panties again, huh?” His long, skilled fingers work against her slicked slit, her head laying on his shoulder as she stares up at the sky.

“Better access, yeah?” She moans, leaving his lap to undo his pants, pulling them down to his thighs, along with his underwear.

“Poke it out, babe.” Putting a dip in her back, she slides down onto him, the both of them groaning upon contact.

“Fuuuck, I love this dick.” She moans, grinding against him.

Grabbing her breasts into his hands, he kneads them like dough, turning her on.

“This dick love yo ass too, baby,” he mumbles, biting into his own lip as she begins to bounce on him.

Her curses hit the damp air as she looks to her left; the party is still alive and jumpin’ as their connection gets steamier.

A gasp leaves her as he moves to bend her over the large chair and face it towards the party, shielding them behind it.

His pants are now around his ankles and his hips relentlessly fuse with her ass, making it hard for her to keep quiet.

“Shhhhit!” She whines, gripping the chair for dear life.

“Fuck baby,” his hand comes down on her ass in rhythmic time, making her even wetter.

Her toes curl into the bed of her sandals. She makes sure to keep her head down, concealing her wild moans as he turns her inside out.

He can still hear her whines over the swelling music, making him twitch within her tugging heat and grip a hold of her neck, gripping her hip with his other hand.

Dipping his head into the crook of her neck, he mumbles against her heated skin.

“You cummin’ on this dick,”

“Yes,” she gasps, gripping the hand at her neck, “don't s-stop!”

Her bottom lip is roughly bitten into as he continues digging her out.

Her hand slips from the top of the chair to its arm, gripping until her fingertips bruise white.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out, as she quivers and clamps down on his dick, drowning it in her cream.

He shakes his head at her like she can see, throwing his head back as the urge to release deep inside of her becomes too much to bear.

His strokes get rougher, making her see stars and cum once more, knocking him off the deep end with her.

He bites her neck and groans, soothing the area with sweet kisses afterward.

Coming down from such a high, the satiated pair fix their clothes and steal glances at each other.

“Quit looking at me like that,” she giggles.

“Round two gotta be in the room.. I gotta hear them sounds again.” He shamelessly says, making her blush and walk ahead of him, back into the crowded area.

“You are something else.” She shakes her head at him, as he grabs her left hand and twirls her around.

“Mmhm, I love that about you, too.”

Enjoy :)

@soufcakmistress @ibeoutchea @thegifstories @chaneajoyyy @sheabuttahwrites @supersizemeplz @nayaxwrites @cecereads209 @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @killmongerdispussy @ghostfacekill-monger @blowmymbackout @quietstorm-thundathighs @twistedcharismaaa @uzumaki-rebellion @daddy-killmonger @hearteyes-for-killmonger @l-auteuse @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @headcannonxgalore

#smutty smut smut #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers

[rottenpumpkin13]

Drunk Sephiroth

@snowbanshee Asked: So it's Christmas party, loud and decadent, already bringing out the worst in some of the attendees. The pink coloured drink in a festive bowl seemed to be quite an attraction, people flocking from every corner of the spacious, generously decorated hall to have their fill.

He didn't know better. Maybe his senses failed him, lulled by the sweet scents of berries. Maybe he simply had nothing to compare it to.

So for the first time in his lifetime, and very much against his will, the Silver Demon of Wutai, the legendary war machine found himself in a remote corner of the buzzing hall, his cheeks pink, his gaze unfocused, and his thoughts a mess. That punch... was an alcoholic drink?

• Sephiroth walks back and proceeds to lift the punch bowl and then drain it like it's a glass of water and he has been thirsty for three lifetimes.

• People look on in horror as he becomes soaked in the drink. Sephiroth gives no fucks. This pink stuff is delightful.

• He slams the punch bowl down and unintentionally shatters it. Then he stumbles off to go find Genesis and Angeal.

• Having witnessed the whole ordeal, Reno grabs a bottle of rum from the table and rushes after him. He taps Sephiroth on the shoulder.

Reno: Yo! Take this!

• Sephiroth barely registers who's he's talking to. He grabs the bottle, pops it open, then downs it in one go before handing it back to the Turk.

Sephiroth: Thanks.

• He leaves.

Rude: Why would you do that?

Reno: This party's boring. That'll be sure to spice things up!

• Sephiroth, dizzy as shit, manges to find them and immediately dangles from Genesis's shoulder.

Sephiroth: Hey Genesisssss

Genesis: *sniff sniff* GODDESS MINERVA AND MOTHER GAIA THIS MAN'S BREATH CAN INCINERATE A VILLAGE.

Angeal: Sephiroth! did you drink?

Sephiroth: Oh, I c o n s u m e d.

• He loses balance and falls on top of Angeal and Genesis.

Angeal: Okay buddy, we need to get you home.

Genesis: No, we need to get him water.

Angeal: Good thinking. You go do that.

• Genesis leaves in pursuit of anything non-alcoholic.

Sephiroth: Fuck.

Angeal: WOAH.

Sephiroth: Fuck bitches get money.

Angeal: Sephiroth.

• Sephiroth leans in really close, grabs Angeal by the collar and whispers: Ass.

• Genesis bounces back to them. He shoves a tall glass of a clear liquid in Sephiroth's hand.

Genesis: Here, drink up.

• Sephiroth drowns the contents of the glass in one go, then gives the glass to Angeal, who wrinkles his nose and brings the glass closer to smell it.

Angeal: *sniff sniff* GENESIS!

Genesis: WHAT!?

Angeal: THIS IS VODKA!

Genesis: I PANICKED AND GRABBED THE FIRST THING I SAW.

• They turn around and Sephiroth is nowhere to be seen. Angeal starts panicking.

Genesis: Relax! It's Sephiroth. What real trouble could he possibly get into?

• The once respectable party turned into a nightclub with flashing neon lights and a clear dancefloor.

• This happened after Sephiroth lost all articles of clothing save for his pants and proceeded to give (drunk) Rufus ShinRa a lap dance.

• All hell broke loose after that.

• No one knows where the pole came from.

• No one knew Director Lazard knew how to work the pole either but the night is full of surprises.

• Genesis is having people do body shots off him.

• Angeal lost his composure after someone brought out barrels filled with alcohol and Banora Whites so people could so apple bobbing.

• Reeve coordinated a drunk human pyramid and Sephiroth was at the top. Hojo appeared to try and grab Sephiroth to preserve his creation's dignity. He backflipped off the top and landed on top of Hojo.

• Turks vs. SOLDIER drinking match. Genesis and Reno got into a who's the better redhead fight. Lots of trash talk. Cissnei and Elena put eyeliner and Glitter on Sephiroth.

• Sephiroth interrupted Genesis's time on the pole to show him how it's done. He may or may not have performed to Lovegame by Lady Gaga.

• And then He blacks out.

• Every department has hungover zombies roaming it's halls.

• The SOLDIER floor in particular is straight out of The Walking Dead. Zack wished Director Lazard good morning and got an supernatural moan in response.

• Meanwhile Sephiroth is chipper as he strides into the conference room with a coffee cup in hand.

• Angeal and Genesis look up from their fetal positions.

Genesis: What...what in the goddess's name. You're not hungover?

Sephiroth: I was never drunk to begin with.

Angeal & Genesis: HUH!?

Sephiroth: It's a quirk I have from the way I developed. Alcohol doesn't work for me like it does for average SOLDIERs.

Angeal: THEN WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

Sephiroth: Oh, I was bored.

Angeal:

Genesis:

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy #ff7r #angeal hewley #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii crisis core #ffviir #incorrect final fantasy #shit post

[tempestuous-lush]

October 1 | facesitting, edging, orgasm denial | Shane Walsh

18+ only MINOR DNI

Summary: Here it is, my first kinktober entry. With Shane Walsh. The one and only. Not much to it, other than Shane made a dire mistake and cheated on our reader and she is deciding to get some good old fashioned revenge. I did not proof read.

Warnings: Mentions cheating, facesitting, face riding, orgasm denial, edging, squirting, ropes, and...tbh something I don't know a warning for? I guess it would be masturbation.

Shane had been eyeing you for the past forty minutes.

Every time someone would come up to play a game of pool and you’d rack them up, you’d bend over and give the perfect sight of your ass, shorts barely managing to cover something so damn splendid. He’d scoff and take a sip of his beer before watching you make quick work of whoever would try to challenge you, and they’d pay up grudgingly. You had that damn smirk on your face every time while your hand played with the pool stick, traveling up and down the length of it. When he could barely contain himself in response, you looked over and fucking winked. He took another sip of his beer before saying to no one but himself, “Well damn, the girl knows what she’s doing, I’ll give her that.”

After your most recent victim paid up, Shane stood and walked over. His eyes roamed over your body. Even under these dim bar lights he picked up on the way that soft cotton of your shirt clung to you, the way your nipples peaked beneath, tucked into those shorts to show that damn curve of your hip. He wasn’t sure what brought him over here. But the way your eyes were looking at him when his gaze made its way back up…he knew you were up to no good.

“Shane Walsh, to what do I owe this…pleasure?”

“Darlin’…” Before he could think he pulled out a wad of cash, “I thought we could play a little game.”

You let out a laugh that was so damn beautiful, “Oh sweetie…I don’t want your money. Let’s wager something else. If I win…well, I’ll let you know.”

“And if I win, you come home with me, yeah darlin’?”

Shane wasn’t sure what came over him to feel brave enough to say those words, but a few bystanders gave a low whistle or a laugh. Everyone in town was well aware of the history between the two of you. However, what Shane wasn’t expecting, was for you to laugh again before commenting, “Yeah, okay Walsh. I agree to those terms. Go on, rack em up sweetie.”

Within ten minutes, you had bested him. With a rueful smile and a huff, he asked, “Alright, I’m a little scared, but what are you wanting?”

He could feel his throat run dry as you walked up to him and placed your palm on his chest. You let it roam for just a bit, feeling the muscle and the way they flexed beneath your touch. You leaned up onto your toes as your hand wrapped around his neck to pull him down, just to whisper into his ear, “Go ahead, take me back to your place, sweetie.”

That was how Shane ended up here: tied up and stark naked on his own bed. You’d gotten the rope from his tool kit and had even surprised him with how well of a knot you tied each hand down with. At the look on his face, you smiled, “Remember sweetie, my daddy taught me survival skills, knots included. You’re safe though, I promise.”

Then, you made little time removing your clothes. You had zero shame.

“Darlin’ I am a god damn fool.”

“Wanna make it up to me, sweetie?”

You slowly got on the bed and crawled towards him. The sight of you like this, his cock was already stirring, and nothing had even happened yet. He licked his lips before answering, “So badly darlin’.”

With that, you chuckled, “Then be ready for more than a taste.”

Then you made your intentions known. You swung a leg over his face and held onto his headboard, fingers curling around the carved wood. Your pussy was inches from his face, and you could feel the warmth of his breath falling onto it. Shane let out a huff and you heard him, “Darlin’ I’m ready to drown on that pretty pussy of yours if you’d let me.”

That was all you had to hear before you lowered, Shane meeting you with his tongue. You let out a gasp at the greedy contact he gave, delving his tongue deep inside of you with little hesitancy. Your head rolled back as you gave a lazy roll of your hips. If there was one thing to say about Shane, it was that his skills with his tongue were far from lacking. A moan escaped you within minutes. Your thighs tightened, giving him little space for breath as you began to really ride his face. With every movement of your hips gliding forward and coming back, his tongue hit every delicious spot. You could feel the vibrations of his moans beneath you as you lost yourself.

You thought of how hard his cock must be behind you. Shane always did love eating you out. The thought of it had you knuckles tightening on the headboard before you reached a hand down between your legs and grabbed hold of his hair at the back of his head, pulling up as your body followed your muscle movement down. Shane let out another long, smothered moan, just as a cry broke free from you. Your hips began bucking a bit more wildly, quicker, lost in the sensation of his tongue gliding and mouth sucking at your clit and then your slick and puffy folds, and back over your clit.

You kept going, seeing his arms pulling at the ropes, desperate to grab hold of you. You were so wet, and so close. The thought of Shane’s face covered in your cum is actually what suddenly had you crying out, releasing all the tension from your body, and cumming hard as you held his face to your pussy, forcing him to lap up every last drop he possibly could.

Only then did you release him and slowly swing your leg over him to get off of him.

In the light, you could see his face glimmering with you. Those large brown eyes didn’t want to leave you as he managed the words, “Still absolutely delicious, darlin’.”

“Still rather impressive…sweetie.” Even as you spoke, your fingers trailed along his very hard cock. You weren’t lying. It was impressive. It jerked under your touch, following your fingers as far as it could. It was almost like his body alone missed you.

You smiled innocently at him as you thought about your plan.

Then, you mounted him. However, instead of lining him up with you to take him, you pressed it so that it lay against his stomach, lining the lips of your pussy up with the base of his cock before slowly bringing your hips along so that your pussy traveled the length of him before going back down. He groaned at the sensation. “Darlin’ don’t tease me…”

“Mmm, but darlin’…” You lean over and whisper, “That’s exactly what I’m here to do.”

As Shane goes to protest, the words die in his throat, your hips rocking and pussy giving just enough friction on his cock to give him pleasure. At the same time, the movement was causing you to feel pleasure as well. Your fingertips clawed into his stomach, Shane’s head falling back as he let out a groan, and you thought of how absolutely dirty this felt. Down to Shane tied up, completely frozen as you kept rocking your hips and chasing your pleasure until you felt your self slowly coming undone, hips grinding to a slow halt as you finished, and he didn’t. Shane pulled at the ropes again and sighed. He had to give you credit. Your knot work was fucking impeccable. His eyes flew to you as you moaned, “Mmm, I made such a mess on that pretty cock, didn’t I? Bet you were so close, too, weren’t you, darlin’?”

This was the second time you had used his pet name for you, and it was driving him crazy.

Your name turned into you a moan on his lips as you dragged your tongue along his cock, the taste of you thoroughly saturating him, coming back up to look at him with a grin, “Now I remember why you liked eating me out so much sweetie.”

Shane groaned before your name finally escaped his lips in the sound of a plea. You answered by grabbing a firm hold of the base of his cock and gave him a strong pump, his hips jerking at the sensation. You pressed your lips to the tip of him before slowly taking him into your mouth, a guttural cry coming from Shane before it was followed by “Fuckin’ hell darlin’…please. That mouth feels so god damned good.”

You kept taking him until you could tell he was close. It was at that moment you pulled back and he let out a frustrated groan, “No, no, no. C’mon darlin’ don’t do this.”

With a smile, you pulled back and walked over to your purse, taking out your favorite dildo, looking back at him. Heading back to the bed, you sat on his chest and leaned back, your legs spread. He had the perfect view. Dragging the dildo along your pussy, you sighed, “Why’d you think I’d let you fuck me, Shane? Especially when the last time I was here was finding you in bed with Sarah.”

“Darlin’ I have wanted to take that night back so many damn times…” Shane pleaded with you, even as his eyes followed the path of the dildo before you slid it inside of you. The noise of your pussy taking it, the wetness of you squelching around it, combined with the way you fucking moaned had Shane’s cock aching for you fiercely. He could feel your arousal dripping from you onto his chest and it had him groaning out, “Fucking hell darlin’…you are a god damn sight.”

You wouldn’t tell him this in a million years, but you were thinking of him as you continued fucking yourself. The way he smelled, the way he touched you, the way his cock felt. You tilted your hips slightly and that action alone had your eyes rolling back as you found your g spot with your dildo. His words sent you over the edge. You got greedy, and began fucking yourself with abandon and Shane kept grunting and groaning as he whispered words of praise, “Such a pretty pussy…perfect fucking tits…looking so good spread out on me…you gonna cum sitting pretty on me…”

Your pace grew erratic as a warmth uncurled from your stomach as a tightening sensation came over you. It grew tighter and tighter until it simply released, and you cried out incoherently, squirting all over Shane’s face and chest. By the time you came to, chest heaving, and he was looking at you…you saw just how soaked he was. Good.

Slowly, legs still shaking, you hopped off of him and began to get dressed. Shane noticed that and called out, “Hey, wait a minute, darlin’. Where you going? You aren’t gonna just leave me like this now, are yah? I could make you feel so damn good if you let me.”

“Well see sweetie”- you turned to him with that same mischievous look on your face –“I think I just proved I can make myself feel so damn good.”

He opened his mouth to protest as you walked over, cutting him off by dragging your lace underwear up to soak up some of the mess you squirted on him, before shoving them into a ball in his mouth. His protests were simply muffled yells at that point.

You stopped at the door, “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll get Sarah to come and get you. After all, she always did like my sloppy seconds. Isn’t that right?”

With that, you turned and left, closing the door behind you before taking out your phone to text Sarah that Shane was looking for her and said he’d be at his house waiting. You quickly added: Don’t worry, he said the door would be unlocked.

#kinktober 2022 #shane walsh x you #shane walsh smut #shane walsh fanfic #shane walsh x reader

[yostresswritinggirl]

Scara really is a dutiful husband now that I think about it (and focus on fluff while drowning in the angst on your blog).

Now thinking about Scara chopping down wood to build furniture himself. Scara and puppet reader probably sleep in the same room even if he builds a decently sized house for them. He’s like. Super glued to their side. Like Velcro even.

Scara helps puppet reader with their clothes and melts when they help him with his. It’s so sweet???? It’s the small things in life, yo. Imagine them linking pinkies. I’m deceased, your honor.

Shhh don't think about the imbalance of my writing genre

But ah you're right, he does have husband vibes if you squint reallyyyy hard, bet he could even fly up to get the best fruits from a tree. And he'd be so damn good at harvesting trees, yeah! Just uh brutally, and awww the domestic fluff of sleeping together, after all they have been traveling for hundreds of years together they're definitely used to those things

You're right too, Scara is definitely clingy and close, what with him always tending to reader out of consideration and even now when they're better because of habit. Let him feel that tender love and care too <33 even tho his clothes are a pain in the ass. i am also deceased

#exile.goblet #Scaramouche #exile.reader #about kintsugi #bloom anon

[writer59january13]

Black

Font Din

so u real???

Warning! The following choppy, batty, dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, sketchy material prone to find the reader dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably numb.

Modern Roam Min Times – mesh

THERE IS NO RELATION WITH THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH (abridged from brook land) AND THIS VIGNETTE – in ma Englesh.

thank a u faux sis this married sexagenarian encloses his poetic opus

the smooching this celibate

(sleep as a cellar dweller) chap doth miss

shaw wish i could give hew a kiss

though ye might rip ply with a hiss

that would usher inxs of x2c Noah obliging bliss.

while perched within mine

Schwenksville, Pennsylvania aerie

this totally mishmash, succotash, n trash -

hoopfully finds ya cheery

so...hallo n greetings ma dearie

just faw bean help ming this fool

i.e. myself who haint no fairy,

boot possibly the missing humankind link

cuz o be yin - head to feet - completely as hairy

Siamese twins with names Tom n Jerry

'though ye might disbelieve moi n feel leery

n doubt every word written -

but try 2 feign b ying merry

while i pose the following philosophical query...

to make sense = deciphering billy shakes perry

now take a mooch needed break cuz,

the following gibberish might beak comb quite weary.

Is society a better world to live in with less or more?

boy! those Everclear caveman days were brutish,

nasty, short and rough. that aside, though no Culture Club, Fancyfeast, nor Iggy Pop the Flintstone era a bit raucous, riotous, and yabba dabba with Doobie Brothers rubble ye us.

Def Jam, ear splitting cacophony felt like listening to partying beastie boys on a vampire weekend competing with Def Leopards roar n rush shin version of hells bells, Inxs of pulp fiction sung backwards by cold play, or a brutally nasty, yet thankfully short version per youtube video drowning out beach boys straight out ta Compton winking in the hood while loud Quiet Riot !@#$ growls shook B52 sized bats overhead, when this grizzled papa bear disturbed (like twittering angry birds), and forced to wake prematurely from hibernation set his seething animal anger to boil, and smoke to issue from jack rabbit ass nine looking Don Quixote ears.

argh! go. whar art thou Cello Yo Yo Ma?

the gumption from this then profoundly gap toothed, high browed, red necked ursine, viperous spouse getting one swiftly tailored kick in the bony arse sent me flying like a twisted sister careening forward out of summer time sadness air back to the future. right then n tha hair, earth, wind and fire convinced this Homo sapiens he became another Grateful Dead Foo Fighter.

upon immediate and most unwelcome exposure therapy to the Avast arctic blast (complete with Arctic Monkey), this Mama’s and Papa’s Boy (by George) was in no mood to neither tangle nor play footsie with Mother Nature.

Analogous to The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do, I wanted to whip the hide, when needles of miniature aeroplane shaped snow white slippery buckshot elements of style kissed, pierced and smashed against his face from those shoddily made flimsy animal clothes that barely kept him warm. Lucky for vat of midnight oil, which shrouded me in n wispy pearl jam pelt.

Tears for Fears spilled in One Direction (like 10,000 Maniacs bursting from a Soundgarden or highly revved Motorhead emulating a Quiet Riot).

Wah. Stop crying bellowed the Queen Scorpion (Poison ing the Air Supply).

Without - dark shadows of a doubt slunk N’Sync with the twilight zone along the edge of night, these beatle browed Monkeys (strewn by denim dog gone hooligans), who cawed like sum Cajun gumbo baboons as proto Partridge Family for a banana split Sunday closing out Vampire Weeknd packing a full house at the Tokyo Hotel.

Anyway, I practically froze off mine scrawny tush.

Dang! Ooh, how purty, a cute deer. Out came the bow and arrow. the feathered lancet described a Nike arc with Nike like swoosh bulls’ eye.

Upon uttering "hey Lucy i am home", the little beasts tore their sharp nine-inch long nails into soft raw doe.

Bathe? The (Puddle Of Mud battled crippled creek), when a dry riverbed doubles up as a mud bed or washbasin after the springtime flood.

How in the name of judas priest could our ancestors enjoy feeling like a beast of burden? who says you cannot always get what you want? Alice coop er in chains? Beastie boy George Cinderella? Eddie money? Freddie Mercury? Iron Maiden? Lana del rey? Jane’s addiction? Pink Floyd? Yes! the entire Motley Crue?

[ofspvrta]

Randvi welcomes Kassandra beneath her blankets and furs, glad Kassandra was out if her tent in this wet and cold weather. Here in the long house, Randvi had the fire going in her room and gad plenty of layers yo keep her warm. She smiled at her lover and wrapped her arms around her.

θ::|| @shadxwcd

     She’d been through worse; caught in a freak blizzard completely unprepared, exposed to a sand storm in the desert. But it didn’t mean that the immortal, immune to sickness as she was, wanted to hold up in her tent in the storm raging outside. She had rushed out, grabbing her cloak which even that had soaked through almost immediately. The hill was slick with mud and she was careful not to fall flat on her ass as she rushed to the long house in the distance. 

     By the time she reached the entrance, she was soaked head to toe. Even the resident wolf was giving her a funny stare and he’d long since been used to the immortal’s presence. “Good to see you too,” she said, tone low and a bit annoyed as she was certain she looked like a drowned rat. She made her way toward’s the tablemaiden’s office, hoping Randvi was still up. She’d just as soon rest by the fire in the center of the hall if she wasn’t but she didn’t feel like being alone either. Kassandra hadn’t even made it all the way to the room when Randvi greeted her at the doorway, immediately noting how soaked to the bone the taller woman was. Kassandra was immediately being ushered in, layers of wet clothing being stripped off and cast aside as Randvi grabbed some blankets to dry her and her hair off. Kassandra would almost protest if Randvi wasn’t so insistent. It didn’t take long for her to be led to the bed, tucked under layers of fur and blankets, warm against the chill of the night as Randvi followed suit. 

      She wouldn’t have gotten sick, at most she would have been waterlogged and annoyed, but when there was someone who would so lovingly take her in, this had been the much preferred option. “Thank you, it was getting nasty out there.” She said silently, staring at the fire and relaxing in her arms.

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| randvi #τ::|| valhalla #λ::|| ravensthorpe | 800s CE #shadxwcd #kass just coming to the longhouse whenever the weather gets shitty

[fueledbysano]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒. ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʜ.

summary: It's fun being each other's dirty little secret. One time, before a night out, you catch Rin pleasuring himself to one of your thongs...

✧ pairing: bonten rindou x fem!dom reader

✧ includes: detailed smut, friends with benefits relationship, panty stealing, masturbating (m), unprotected sex.

✧ a/n: comeback post, I know it's the holidays but I'm drowning in a lot of work. Decided to cool off with this one. HOPEFULLY I can publish If Then's first chapter as well. Also I've been thinking about domming this mf alot lately I can't help but write it

You may have been in some sort of situation with your colleague, the one and only Rindou Haitani. and the two of you couldn't exactly show people outwardly that you were together, mostly because of your work environment.

y'all run a criminal organization, for fuck's sake.

which speaks for your place of living— a luxurious penthouse in the heart of the city which you shared with Sanzu and the two executives.

The pink-haired man grew close to you, even way before working for Manjiro. And he also grew to trust the Haitani brothers alone around you without a second thought as they were also your and his best friends.

But, then again, he didn't know that you may have been a little too close with Rindou, specifically.

“Yo, Rin, hurry! Me and [Name] are gonna leave your ass here, man.” Ran spoke to his brother who was yet to change at the other side of the door.

You may have impulsively planned to attend an exclusive event at a pool club party tonight, explaining the cramming.

Rin opens his closet, taking the first formal clothing he landed eyes on, but dropped it by a black, skimpy piece of clothing.

“Motherfu—” When he knelt down to take the outfit, his eyes were caught instead by a black piece of lingerie.

He picked it up, feeling the familiar lace and texture that he'd tear off you.

exactly what he did a few nights ago...

”Oh shit.” He cursed under his breath, feeling himself pitch a tent just at the thought of how prettily fucked out you looked the other night, sprawled out just for him in the bed.

and he was right— it was the lacy black thong he tore off of you the other night; wherein your innocent movie marathon turned into a rather tempestuous bang session.

how could you be so careless? just leaving your underwear in his room which could've been seen by Ran or Haru?

Rindou balled up your underwear in his fists upon hearing somebody's footsteps from the other side of the door.

“Bro! You coming with us or what?!” Ran knocked once more. Rin stiffens on the spot, having a moment to think.

“Yea, gimme a moment! I mean, I'll meet you guys there. Go on.” He lied, knowing well that what he was planning on doing would definitely take more than just a “moment”.

Ran only shrugged, heading down the staircase assuming that Rindou just needed time to get ready.

“Is Rin coming?” You questioned from the doorframe upon seeing Ran emerge without his brother.

Oh, he's coming alright.

Ran shrugged in response, inserting a flask into his jacket pockets. “He needs a moment to get dressed.”

You sigh, knowing that Ran wanted to leave so badly already and didn't want Sanzu to wait any longer in the car outside.

“You know what, we'll meet you there. Go ahead.” You insisted, perking up Ran's expression quickly.

“Alright, if you say so.” He nods, opening the huge doors of your penthouse. “See you there.” He gave you a light tap on the shoulder before leaving, the doors closing made an echo upn his leaving.

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself upon heading up the stairs. You walked down the hall and towards his door, ready to scold his ass to go.

But upon touching the doorknob, you froze on the spot when you heard very familiar noises from Rindou than you couldn only recognize on the bed.

“Mmhm, fuck! Oh, shit, [ Name ]! So good,” Rin breathily moaned your name to himself.

Is he seriously jerking off right before leaving for a night out?

You burst through the unlocked door, taking in the sight of your casual lover laid on the bed, being a complete mess.

Arm thrown over his eyes, wearing nothing but boxers pulled down his thighs, Rindou had his hand wrenching his impressive length along with one of your thongs.

So, that's where it went...

“Oh,” Rin's eyes shot open upon hearing your voice, his face now heating with embarrassment and movements frozen.

But his next move was rather bold, turning you on right on the spot. Rin's half lifded eyes locked with yours, his movements carrying on with.

“Like what you see, darling? Ah, Sh-it!” A smug smirk was now evident over his sweet lips which were just moaning your name just a minute ago.

“Oh fuck!” You watched his hand continuing to work on his own pleasure.

“Do you know how pathetic you look? Getting off on my thong from the other night?” You swiftly took the lacy material away from his hand, tossing it onto the floor.

“Fuck you.” He cursed.

“Oh you're about to.” You swiftly slipped off your skirt, letting them hit the floor before hopping onto the bed, trapping the man in between your thighs.

“So hard.” His breath hitched upon feeling your underwear press against his leaking tip. “What a good fucking girl.” He spoke, never breaking eye contact as his thumb brushed over the delicate skin over your hip bone.

You were surprised by how easily Rin let you dominate him, not completely sure what this leads to. But he let you continue.

You slowly begin to roll your hips against his, taking your lips down his lips for a soft kiss, gradually escalating into a heated make out.

He could only continue to kiss you with such aggressive passion, running his hands through your hair messily through heavy breaths.

At the same time, eyeing you fiercely, trying to maintain his moaning but failing at your breathtaking actions and sight.

You heavily breathed against his ear, grinding against his own hips and feeling his abs cave in hard. Until he finally took his hands to the waistband of your underwear, sliding it off your legs before tossing it to the carpet.

You wasted no time in lowering yourself onto Rin's dick, slowly feeling him split your core just right. “Fuck, atta girl!” His breath hitched once more, loudly cracking a moan and couldn't contain himself any longer.

You continued to bounce and writhe on top of him, the sounds of your juices lewdly mixing with his length.

“[Name], baby, I— Oh! shit,” His face looked so pretty underneath you, hands desperately clinging onto your hips. You loved it when he looked just like this— so pussy drunk and on the verge of finishing.

As you both felt yourselves near your highs, you leaned down to kiss him eagerly once more, enjoying the feeling of his breath against your lips.

The more aggressive your thrusts became, only the worse Rin held himself together.

He let out soft whimpers as he shut his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the sensation of your hips meeting against his own.

“You're so cute! Fuck, I'm so close.” His moans were light and came out as whimpers.

Soon, you two felt the familiar surge of overwhelming ecstasy, signaling your orgasms at their endpoint.

“and to think... you wanted to use my thong.” You teased.

You and Rindou moaned heavily at the same time, feeling the release of each other's enjoyment. The room was now filled with humidity of your bodies' arousals, along with heavy breaths as you fell from your orgasms.

“This was so much better than what I could do on my own.” He admitted, watching you trace your fingers over his tattooed torso.

“Should we leave now?” You ask, remembering the party at the club. Ran and Haru are probably in there already.

“No, I don't think so.” He replied, locking eyes with you. “We're not finished yet, I'm on top this time.” With a groan, you were flipped to your back in an instant, trapped under his control.

“What?” Rin spun on his seat, meeting gaze with his brother. “One of the guys we took in last week is a fucking mole.” He explained, going straight for Rin's gun vault.

“Unbelievable!” Ran's angered voice almost made you toss your phone away upon he entered Rindou's room, wherein you peacefully peace hanging out.

Thank god, it's just a stupid rat. You genuinely thought he busted you. Shrugging it off, you continued to go through your phone.

“Yo, what's up?!” Sanzu was next to enter the room, hopping onto one of the couches to finish his glass of scotch.

“I'm gonna fucking end someone.” Ran explained, loading up a handgun.

“Cool.” Haru nodded, now bringing his attention to you and Ran who scrolled through his laptop on the desk beside you.

“Didn't see you two last night, did you even leave?” He questioned, swirling the liquor in the glass.

“Yeah we did.” “No.” You indistinctly mumbled.

He was confused from your opposing answers, but didn't really bother making you elaborate. His eyes now freely roamed the room, enjoying the drink in silence.

“Alright, I'm off.” Ran excused himself and headed to the door.

“Bye.” The three of you responded.

Sanzu continued finishing the golden liquor, until he sees a prominent damage on a certain spot on the wall.

“Yo, what happened to this, man?” The shot glass making contact with the table made a clink as Sanzu got up, walking towards the headboard just a foot away from you.

His question instantly took you and Rin's attention, heads turning to him. And once you see what he was talking about, all the words seemed to have knocked off your vocabulary.

He was examining the dent you made last night.

“This wasn't here yester—“ Sanzu's sentence was cut short upon a realization, slowly turning his head to you and Rindou who already had your eyes on him.

“Oh,” He spoke.

“OH— Oh shit!” He laughed at the horrified looks on your faces. “Fuck, man! Damn!” He continued to laugh over the fact that he'd just busted his best friends secretly banging.

“Rinnie and [Name]... Goddamn!” He whistled.

“Did I miss anything?” Ran peeked through the doors.

Oh, this couldn't get any worse...

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[noctumbra]

❝princess❞

summary ─ “honey,” bucky growled, and then moaned. you felt your walls clench around him because of his voice tone.

pairing ─ bodyguard!bucky barnes x shy!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, public sex, language, fingering, riding

a/n ─ here we go with the first day lol i hope i can follow it till the end of the month sfjkdshf hope you liked it! please leave a comment if you did! 

KINKTOBER DAY ONE: bodyguard!bucky + shy!reader + public sex + praise kink

He was standing by your side in his all-black suit and looking both dangerous and sexy. Your father had assigned Bucky to you tonight, claiming that he was the only bodyguard under his command that he trusted with you completely.

“Do you know that the time?” You asked Bucky quietly. You weren’t a party girl and Stark’s party was a little too much for you. You had to show yourself, though, so you were to stay at least an hour.

“It’s half past ten, honey,” Bucky answered, just as quiet. The times he called you by your real name was so rare, but you liked it when he called you ‘honey’. It always made you feel like you were something special to him, something that he treasures very dearly. You smiled at him as in thanks and sipped your cherry coke.

In addition to your not-a-party-girl shtick, you also disliked alcohol. The bitter taste of it always drove you away from it, not that you haven’t tasted. One day you got curious and asked Bucky, and Bucky helped you to soothe your curiosity. You got drunk but you didn’t mind because you had Bucky with you.

“How long do I have to stay?” You whined a little. You could feel the walls were closing in on you slowly. Bucky smiled at you softly.

“Tony hasn’t showed up yet,” he informed you, and you whined again. Because the main reason you were at this party tonight was to see Tony. “He likes to take his time when it comes to the parties, honey, you know that.”

“I wanna go home,” you pouted. “It’s too crowded and I don’t know anyone in here,” then your eyes found your big, walking muscle mass of a bodyguard, “except you.” Bucky grinned cheekily at you. You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder, you continued to nurse your coke.

Twenty minutes or so later, the room got even more crowded. So much so that you were literally plastered on Bucky’s front and took a couple steps back with him. You heard Bucky grunt, annoyed, and felt his hand grabbing your waist. He pulled you back, away from the people.

“I don’t like you being in a crowd like this,” he grumbled, continuing to pulling you back. A couple seconds later, you were at the corner of the room, away from the crowd; the corner was dark, shadowed by the lights. Bucky was behind you, holding onto your waist still. Your tense body had relaxed against his a short while ago; his body heat coaxing you into his embrace.

Bucky helped you sit down on the couch right behind him, helped you get comfortable on his lap. “There you go,” he murmured to your ear,” you relax, honey. We’ll wait for Tony here.” You hummed appreciatively.

“You’re the best, did ya know that?” You looked at him. His blue eyes bored into your gently, lovingly even. You shivered. Placing your hand on his smooth jaw, your thumb stroked his cheekbone. “I like having you by my side wherever I go. You don’t make things hard for me. Thanks, James,” you whispered. Bucky smiled. You always called him James whenever you meant something you said to him. He leaned into your touch, still smiling.

Instead of answering verbally, Bucky leaned in and kissed you. You hummed into the kissed; the hand on his jaw tightened its hold and you moved to straddle him fully. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist in a possessive manner. His lips moving onto yours expertly, you felt loved. Bucky always made you feel loved. You moaned and threw your arms around his neck, wrapping them around it. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, and he squeezed the soft skin there gently. Then, his fingers started to play with the hem of your dress, teasing and making you shiver with the anticipation.

“James…” you moaned silently. Your delicious sounds were only for him, and Bucky growled, loving the thought. Hands moving upwards, sneaking under your dress, Bucky’s fingers stroked your clothed core. You shivered violently because of the feather-like touches he left on your core. Tightening your hold around his neck, you gasped as he slid two fingers inside your panties.

“Mmmm,” he hummed approvingly, “so wet for me.” You shivered again and leaned down to kiss him so that your loud moans wouldn’t be heard. Bucky crooked his fingers, trailing them from top to bottom, his knuckles brushing against your clit. You gasped into his mouth, thighs tightening around his waist.

“I love how sensitive you’re, honey,” Bucky rasped. You wiggled on his lap, trying to get him to move his fingers, use them on you ─ something. Understanding what you were trying to do, Bucky chuckled darkly. Without a warning, he slipped his fingers in you with one smooth slide. You cried out but the sound got drowned by the music blasting through the speakers. “You feel so tight around my fingers, baby, can’t imagine how you’d feel around my cock,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Bucky,” you whined, and he laughed.

“Now you’re talking, honey,” he started to move his fingers in and out of you slowly, causing your belly clench with every drag of his knuckles against your soft walls. Gasping, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

“Not here, people might see,” you murmured, cheeks burning with the thought of it. Bucky smirked. His fascinating blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. “No,” you disagreed, “not here. Bucky, no.”

“Bucky yes,” he grinned. “Do you really think I’d let anyone see my best girl writhing on my lap while drowning in the pleasure I give her? You think I’d let them hear your delicious moans? Honey,” he fondly chuckled, his fingers were assaulting your pussy mercilessly. “You’re wrong if you think I’d let them live after seeing or hearing you like that.”

Your body felt like a live-wire, all endings were open and recipient to the pleasure only he could give you. Bucky kissed your neck, fingers still inside of you. “Relax, baby. I got you,” he whispered against your pulse. Eyes closed, head thrown back, you did as he said. You always did as he said. “That’s good, baby. That’s a good girl.”

You keened under the praise, body feeling extra hot because of those words. Bucky licked a flat line from your collarbone to your ear, biting down the sensitive skin there. You moaned. Your fingers were quick to find their way into his hair. He grunted against your skin when you pulled on them a little too harsh.

He wasn’t late to get his revenge; his fingers started to move faster, deeper, and he crooked them just right. Fully aware of stroking right over your sweet spot, Bucky hummed and his thumb found your clit. Your hand, shaped into a fist, pulled on his hair again, baring his throat to your hungry eyes this time.

“Bucky, fuck,” you moaned, but cut yourself off quickly. There were people around for God’s sake, what if they heard you? You whined pitifully, wiggling on Bucky’s lap, unsure.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky grunted, “I’ll make them forget. Stop worrying, baby.” He kissed your jaw, cheek, and his lips found yours again. Bucky was a master at making you forget things while kissing him. This time wasn’t different.

As soon as his lips touched yours, you forgot that you were at a very crowded party; sitting on your bodyguard’s lap, kissing him passionately while his fingers were deep inside of you, dancing on their master’s rhythm. Bucky groaned. He pulled fingers out of you, ignoring your protest. Unzipping his pants, Bucky pulled out his cock and lined it up.

“Bucky!” You exclaimed. You could handle fingering, but… this? “We can be seen!” Bucky just shook his head and captured your lips yet again. Moaning, whining, desperately trying to push him away; you finally gave in as he slid into you. Both of you sighed with the sensation.

“Honey,” Bucky growled, and then moaned. You felt your walls clench around him because of his voice tone. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You feel so good around me, mm.” You felt a lick of hot flame hugging your body with his words, and you moaned. “Move, baby. C’mon, show me how you pleasure yourself.” Feeling the shyness creeping in again, you refused to move for a couple seconds. “I said ‘move’, sweetheart,” Bucky repeated his previous words with more command in his voice this time.

Swallowing, you rose on your knees slightly. The slow drag of his cock in your pussy made you want to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. You didn’t want to be seen nor heard, so you had to keep quiet. You bit down on your lip and sank down on him again.

“Yeah,” Bucky groaned, “just like that, princess.” His hands stroked your thighs, squeezing them gently. You mewled, quickening your motions. You leaned forward a bit so that you could hide your face in Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky grabbed your ass underneath your dress. The rapid in and out motions, his cock hitting that spot with every thrust were too much. You could feel yourself tightening more and more with each thrust, you knew you were close.

“Bucky─” You gasped. Bucky helped you by thrusting up. You bit his neck in order to keep your scream in. Bucky groaned. His hands grabbed your ass harder.

“Yes, princess. I know you’re close,” he groaned again. “Let go, baby. You did so good, let go for me.” He kissed your neck. “C’mon, princess, be a good girl and come.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, face still hiding in his shoulder, you came with your teeth clamped on his neck again. You walls tightened around his cock, belly cramping with the intensity of your orgasm. You heard Bucky snarl, felt his hips moving faster beneath you. After a handful of thrusts, Bucky came, spilling deep inside you. You whimpered when you felt his come leaking already.

“Fuck, princess,” he chuckled. You smiled. You always loved making him feel good.

“Did I do good?” You asked him with a small voice. He pulled one of his hands off your ass and stroked your hair.

“Yes, sweetheart. You were so good, did everything I said,” he kissed your cheek, “You made me feel so good, baby. I’m proud of you.” You felt your cheeks burn and wiggled on his lap, also feeling very satisfied with yourself.

You lifted your head and kissed him on the lips chastely. “Like I said before,” you murmured, “you’re the best, Bucky.” Bucky smiled.

“You’re the best, too, babydoll,” he booped you on the nose and kissed you back.

The party was lost and forgotten by you long time ago.

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[uwuwriting]

Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings. 

-Like to no one. 

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places. 

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic. 

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority. 

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though. 

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them. 

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys. 

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face. 

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment. 

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions. 

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.” 

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly. 

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world. 

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you. 

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together. 

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship. 

-How he sits really close to you during lunch. 

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days. 

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low. 

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”. 

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you. 

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right. 

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference. 

-You are not letting this slide. 

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping. 

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop. 

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do. 

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting. 

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy. 

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued. 

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver. 

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.” 

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind. 

Todoroki Shouto 

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile. 

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing. 

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year. 

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it. 

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints. 

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it. 

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing. 

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath. 

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out. 

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild. 

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar. 

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone. 

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide. 

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly. 

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room. 

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear. 

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you. 

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general. 

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league. 

-He has NO shame whatsoever. 

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off. 

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you. 

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around. 

-But one day he slipped. 

-His hold on his horniness snapped. 

-Poor guy. 

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah. 

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off. 

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted. 

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache. 

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

-That’s his sixth sense. 

-The shirt was black so nothing showed. 

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt. 

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap. 

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered. 

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand. 

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had. 

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in. 

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses. 

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing. 

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window. 

-He cuddled you to drown his shame. 

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public. 

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes. 

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person. 

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare. 

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy. 

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy. 

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off. 

-He wants to cuddle at the sight. 

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy. 

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least. 

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right. 

-You look seductive as hell. 

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume. 

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round. 

-But now it was unexpected. 

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission. 

-Totally forgot. 

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble. 

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga. 

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you. 

-More than you already are. 

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel  the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet. 

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting. 

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission. 

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room. 

-Took a cold shower afterwards. 

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room. 

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[vash-the-trans-catboy]

The Beauty of Storms

Written for @lost-in-thought-20

Summary: Janus hates storms, Logan loves them. Logan shows Janus the beauty behind them when Janus is having a tough day.

Notes: Based on the prompt ‘late night storms with loceit’. So hear is some very self indulgent teenage fluff

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Ao3

Word count: 1468

TWs: implied/referenced homophobia

The pitch-black sky brightens as the lightning strikes. Storms are everything I hate; loud noises, bright lights, and the ominous feeling of drowning from the rain.

Of course, it’s just my luck to get stuck outside in the middle of a storm. I check my watch, 10 pm. Great, it’s too late for any store to be open to find shelter in. I wander around the town until I find somewhere familiar to escape the rain.

I’m surprised no one asked ‘Hey, Janus! Why are you out at night in the rain? Shouldn’t you go home?’ The answer to that question is my parents are dicks to gay people, which is me, so I left. Thinking back, it might have been a good idea to check the weather before storming out of my house. Oh, well. Too late for that now.

Maybe I’ll get struck by lightning or die from hypothermia. The lights of my small town blur together. Astigmatisms in the rain are not fun. That’s what I get for running out of the house without my contacts or even my spare glasses.

I list all the places I could go to tonight. Roman and Remus live all the way on the other side of town, at least another 30-minute walk. So that’s not ideal. Definitely not Patton’s house, his extreme kindness is unsettling. That leaves either Virgil or Logan. Both seem like a pleasant place to go, but what would their parents say to a random-ass teenager showing up to their door late at night soaking wet. Maybe I’ll just find a tree to wait out the storm under. Then I’ll fucking die great, trees always get struck by lightning.

I start walking again in a random direction. Honestly, at this point, I hope a kidnapper van pulls up then I will least be protected from the rain. Mindlessly I walk until I’m in front of a familiar house, Logan’s house. No cars in the driveway, that’s a good sign. Logan is most likely home even though his parents are nowhere to be seen. It’s not like he goes to parties on a Friday night.

I suck in my breath as the doorbell rings. How embarrassing is it to show up to your friend’s house while drenched to the bone and shivering?

A confused face greets me, “Oh? Janus. I was not expecting you at this hour.” He gasps finally realizing, “You are soaking wet! This simply will not do. We need to get up warmed up and into dry clothes immediately.” Before I can respond or try to stop him, Logan pulls me by my arm into his foyer. I kick off my dripping shoes and follow Logan upstairs.

“You are shaking.” His monotone but sweet voice cuts through my constant stream of thoughts. I didn’t even realize I started to shake, “How about I run you a hot bath so you warm up?”

“That does sound a bit pleasant,” My lips drop into a slight smile, it’s no wonder Logan is my favorite out of our small friend group. I twiddle my thumbs as Logan runs the water, occasionally sticking his hand underneath to check the temperature.

“I will get you fresh clothes to put after. Free feel to take your time, Janus.” Logan shuts the door behind him. I instantly feel better the second I get the disgusting wet clothes off. They stick to me in every uncomfortable way. The warm bath helps my bones feel less like icIcles. I close my eyes and drift off to a fantasy world I created in my head. It’s nice and peaceful. Quiet, no yelling, and a cute nerd next to me.

A gentle tap knocks on the door, “Hey, Janus. I know I said take your time but it’s has been more than a half-hour and I wanted to make sure you are alright in there.” It’s been that long already? Hmmm. I must have drifted deep into my fantasy world this time. Sometimes I like that world better than the real one, it’s easy to get lost in there.

I drain the water and wrap myself in the large soft towel Logan left for me. My head slowly peaks out as I creek open the door, “Sorry.”

“No worries. I was just making sure you were alright and didn’t fall asleep in there.” Logan’s smile makes me feel weird and almost fluttery, “There is a pile of clothes on my bed. They should fit, I believe we are a very similar size.” Logan steps out of his room to give me privacy while I change.

“I’m decent now.” Logan returns to his room. It feels weird that he gave up his room so I could change. I could have changed in the bathroom or somewhere else. It makes me wonder is Logan this hospital to everyone or…?

Logan hands me a pair of spare glasses with my prescription. He claims he keeps a spare of everyone’s prescription just in case but I have never seen an extra pair for Patton or Roman. It could just be my gay hopeless self but this seems like something you would do for a person you have feelings for, not that Logan would ever admit he has feelings.

“Would you like to explain why you are here?” Logan pauses for a moment, seeming to regret what he asked, “Not that I don’t want you here. You are always welcome, in fact, more than welcome. It just came as a bit of a surprise to find you here soaking wet.” Logan’s stammering is cute.

“The usual. I don’t like my parents and they don’t like me, so here I am.” I nervously laugh. I trust Logan, I really do, but I’m not in the mood to go into detail.

The thunder crashes in the distance and the lightning gives off a blaring bright flash. I jump backwards and fall into Logan’s strong arms, the blush creeps across my face. Logan looks like he is internally screaming but in a good way, “Wow, I love storms so fucking much.”

“I am actually quite fond of harsh weathers conditions like this.” I give Logan a confused glance.

“How? Just how? It is loud, bright, and it will kill us all.” That’s probably a bit of an exaggeration but I’m dramatic, sue me.

“Everything has beauty in it. Even the storms. Once you learn all the facts and science behind these weather conditions, they no longer seem as terrifying.” I love it when Logan talks about anything or everything he is interested in. I could listen to him for hours, “If you would like, I could teach you about thunderstorms and how they happen.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I wouldn’t mind hearing.” I say very calmly, trying to hide my excitement from the thought of getting to hear Logan go on about something he is passionate about. I am jumping up and down with joy, in my head of course. There is nothing better than getting to hear Logan talk. He gently pulls me onto his bed and covers us in a heavy blanket. It’s so comfy I could drift off to sleep in his safe and warm arms but not yet.

“For starters thunderstorms form when the warm air rises and turns into cold air. The water vapor condensates into water droplets. In a convection cell, the water droplets rise and fall. After a large number of water droplets gather together, thunderstorm clouds begin to form.” As Logan begins to teach me about storms, I lean closer into him. When he doesn’t react negatively, I rest my head on his shoulder, “Now for the interesting part!” Logan’s face lights up when he says that, “Lightning is a discharge of electricity that is nearly 30,000 degrees Celsius! When the air heats and expands it causes an explosion. The sound the lightning makes is called thunder. Not many people know that thunder is the sound lightning makes. That means if you ever hear thunder there is also lightning even if you can’t see it yet.”

My eyelids get heavy and I have trouble keeping them open. I try to reason with my brain to let me stay up for just a few more minutes but that bastard says no. Logan continues to talk but most of the words get jumbled together as I fall asleep.

“Do you have any questions?” Logan asks, “Oh! You fell asleep.” That’s not true! I’m like half asleep at best but too much so to answer, “Goodnight, Janus.” A soft pair of lips kiss my forehead. Did Logan just kiss me goodnight? I guess I’ll find out tomorrow. My wave of endless thoughts calm in Logan’s presence and I blissfully fall asleep in his arms.

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What is pain to you?

Sub!Scaramouche x Dom!Fem!reader

Tags: @s1nful-town (thx for the ideas)

Warning:Hate sex, degrading and Pegging also some angst shit

(artist: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/86248735)

"Fuck!" Scaramouche moaned as he felt your strap hitting his prostate. Your hands were roughly pulling on his hair as you fucked his brains out. Each thrust becoming harsher and deeper.

"Come on slut, I know you can be louder then that" you grinned, leaning over him and biting his ear your chest brushing his back as your hips kept their rough pace.

Scaramouche hissed, "N-oo, f-fuuck yo-AH" his back arching against your chest, eyes rolling back as he felt your dick slamming onto his prostate.

"hm, such language you have not surprised since that mouth of yours always contains shit" you growled, leaning back up and roughly pulling him up by his hair placing him in a chokehold position.

You smirked, adrenaline rushing up and with newfound energy you fucked the tiny man roughly. Scaramouche moaned loud, his head falling back on your chest, his ass hurted by the way you would slam back inside.

"You know, I do find it funny how needy you are," your hand wrapped around his neck, applying pressure as scaramouche whimpered, "always sneaking in, saying you hate me, but yet here you are being a whore for my dick" feeling your energy drown, you pushed your hips up and abused his hole with every thrust you did.

Scaramouche's voice went higher, whimpers echoing through the room and you giggled, "Aww look at you, you sound like a girl" grabbing his hips and with a bruising hold you thrusting in and out, forcefully pushing yourself inside his tight hole.

"Come on doll, scream!"

And with a last thrust, you slammed your dick right into his prostate and scaramouche screamed, eyes rolling back and mouth going wide, tongue falling out.

Pushing him off of you, Scaramouche laid their his body shaking after his high, tears in his eyes as he looked up at you, hatred filled him.

"Y-you bitch!!" He weakly stood up, glaring daggers at you as he tried, tried, to walk only to fall and whimpered as his ass was met on the floor.

"Tsk, get yourself out of here, you wanted a quick fuck, I gave it to you, so now out! Your presence annoys me" you hissed, sitting down on the bed while glaring at the Harbinger on the floor.

Scaramouche let out another whimper, feeling a pang in his heart but choosing to ignore it. "Whatever!" He again, stood up and grabbed his clothes as he walked to the door, limping.

Hesitant, Scaramouche hand hovered above the doorknob and internal battle happening inside him until he sighed.

Why did it hurt to leave?

Looking back at you, your shirt clinging on your body as you looked out the window, choosing to ignore him, you pulled out a cigarette and with your own pyro vision, light it up.

Finally, taking the final decision, Scaramouche left the room.

You turned to look at the spot were he was, feeling your heart breaking yet again. Another night, another piece falling from your damaged heart.

Why did you had to fall for him?

Puffing out the smoke you let your head fall back, looking up at the night sky.

"When will you ever understand, Scara"

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Part 2

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #dom!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #🔥 hot spicy 🔥