#im just so enamoured with the idea of like
Note
I'm doing fine thank you for asking, 😌
Also thank you for doing the request of Thomas Hewitt
I also had another idea you can do if you want!
Can you do a Thomas hewitt with a female s/o who can sing like really well (like lana del Rey) and he meets her at like idk when the town wasn't abandoned they used to have like little evens and the s/o sang up and like thats when thomas fell in love
I know cheesy but like aren't we all
Thats good! And yeah, no problem. Tommy's my favorite so it's always a pleasure doing requests for him :3
Content: Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader
Warnings: None
Notes: The gif below is one of my favorite gifs of him hehe. I also love Lana Del Rey so I'm basing this off the song "Summertime Sadness" by her. Also I do headcanon Charlie/Hoyt and Tommy to be brothers, with Luda Mae as their mom, and Monty as the only uncle and brother to Luda. I know some people have them as uncle and nephew, but I don't think thats the case. Tommy and Reader are both about 18 in this.
• ───────────────── •
Tommy both loved and hated the county fair.
He hated it because people would tell him he should be with the pigs, or with the cows, displayed for people to judge. He hated the heat that accumulated with everyone smushed together in a crowd. He hated that he had no friends to run off with and have fun with, only Charlie could do that with him, but his older brother was worried about girls. He hated that he had to stay by his mama helping sell jelly and the like, he desperately wanted to go on the rides and see the attractions.
But he also loved it because of said rides and attractions. There was a new one this year, where music was being played. He could hear it from his mama's stand. He kept looking in the direction of it, and Luda Mae could practically feel his wanting.
"Tommy, what'cha keep lookin' over there for?" Luda Mae asked.
Tommy touched his ears and pointed in the direction of the music. Luda Mae understood - he wanted to go see the music. "Well, alright. Maybe it'll lighten up your mood some."
Tommy perked up at that. He hugged her and turned to move towards the music. Luda Mae then piped up again. "But you better tell Charlie to come back if you see 'im!"
Tommy nodded before going towards the music. There was a huge crowd both sitting and standing, consisting of old and young people. The stage was made of some dark wood, with red curtains pulled back to show off the full thing. And there you stood, singing your little heart out.
Tommy could feel his knees wobble. You were singing some soft melody, and your bandmates were scattered around you. But he was attracted to you. Your voice sounded like it was touched by God himself. It was beautiful. You were beautiful.
You wore a pastel blue and white dress that cascaded down to your knees, your (color) hair cascading down (to your shoulders/past your shoulders). Tommy was enamoured. You dressed just as you sang.
As you sang, you noticed this hulking man in the back and tried to subtly get a better look. This man had broad shoulders, wavy brown hair that fell past those broad shoulders, and what seemed to be a mask covering his face. He wore a nice green dress shirt with khaki pants. You smiled, he was cute.
Tommy could've sworn he almost fainted. He turned around to see if you had smiled at someone else maybe, but he was the only one in this general direction. He kept some distance from the back of the crowd so he didn't have to hear any insults.
As you finished your song and began preparing to move to the next one, you locked eyes with him once more, singing loud and proud. Your bandmates played your instrumental, smiling to themselves as they just enjoyed playing their repsective instruments.
Tommy stayed for your whole performance, completely in a trance. He hadn't noticed the sun going down and the heat lessenig. He hadn't notice people and families shove past him to leave. All his focus was on, was you. He felt his heart pound at every syllable you sung, every note you hit.
It was poetic, he thinks. But that was soon interrupted by someone grabbing his shoulder. He whipped around angrily, only to be met with his older brother, Charlie.
"C'mon, Tommy! Been lookin' everywhere for ya! We need to go, mama's tired and sold all o' her jelly 'n shit." Charlie spoke loudly over your voice.
He didn't want to leave you. Even though you weren't singing exclusively for him, and had barely knew him much less even met him, he didn't want to leave. You showed him kidness by smiling at him. That is something he'll never forget. He just nodded to Charlie.
Charlie, figuring that was enough, turned and began heading back to Luda Mae's stand. Tommy watched him go, before turning back to you singing on stage. He raised his hand high and waved, before leaving the crowd.
You were on stage and mid-song, so you couldn't wave back. But oh how you wanted to.
• ───────────────── •
Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!
#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt#thomas hewitt x you#texas chainsaw massacre#thomas hewitt x y/n
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
you mean to tell me theres no epilogue where laura’s a mysterious travelling big game veterinarian/cryptid hunter with one eye and max is her infinitely loyal wise-cracking malewife who turns into a hulking monster once a month?
#then why am i even playing?#the quarry#laura kearney#max brinly#laura x max#the quarry spoilers#actually fuck a epilogue ill take a spin-off game please#a novelization could do as well#i need them to cause more problems than they solve cause max is always breaking his restraints#i need him to be able to recognize her in wolfmode and just barely hold back from killing her#i need an excessive amount of casual violence to follow them wherever they go#i need wound cleaning!!! hurt/comfort!!! us against the world!!!#sorry ill calm down#im just so enamoured with the idea of like#badass x babygirl (who is sometimes a horrifying monstrosity)#mp
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
i still cannot get over how long hua chengs hair is, like??? bro i want to braid that shit
#no idea why im hyperfixating on that specific detail but here we are lmao#its just so like...fluffy??? idk#i need to braid it#also hes beautiful i thought a week would make me less enamoured with this man but nope#he still gorgeous#this is not xie lian erasure he is also ethereally beautiful#but i had 12 episodes to simp over his beautiful hair and face#its hua chengs turn to be admired now#his outfit is so aesthetic bro#tian guan ci fu#heaven officials blessing#also im missing my mu qing content :(#but shi qingxuan is More than good enough to make up for the lack of mu qing#i love them#hua cheng#xie lian#tgcf#ace rambles
23 notes
·
View notes
Note
hii i love reading your kpop asks it makes some things click in my head!! idk if you know them that well but do you have any opinions on verivery's dancing? i feel their dance line is pretty strong in the realm of idol dancers/choreo goes 😊 like for me there's something about hoyoung's dancing that's so pleasing to watch lol idk if it's his body control or lines but i think he balances out the rigid nature of idol choreo really nicely without losing the sharpness of the dance
hello! i am somewhat familiar with verivery although i don't follow them that closely. they do have a very strong performance line, although that isn't really enough nowadays to be a group's signature anymore. verivery falls into the same trap that a lot of fourth gen boy groups do, and that is that they haven't quite found a thing that makes stand out from the glut of other fourth gen bgs of the 7+ member variety. i think they're maybe getting a bit closer to establishing something with their cbs this year, which i've found to be the most compelling work they've done (other than photo from rtk), but obviously it depends on if they keep up that theme or not as they carry forward.
i do think hoyoung is one of their stronger dancers; he has pretty good control, but personally i don't think verivery's choreo generally is that interesting to me, so i don't usually have a particular draw to watching them.
#kpop questions#verivery w#i say all that but undercover is making a quite high entry on my top stylings list for this year actually#ACTUALLY i also like lay back. that one is fun and the mv+choreo is pretty good#i do like the undercover choreo but i'm not enamoured with it yanno?#its not just verivery tho almost every post x1 bg has the same problem and that is that there's just too darn many of them!#there's a few groups that have managed to make kind of a niche but there's waaaay more that are struggling#bc concepts can been pigeonholed for a while. its only like this year that we've seen more visual diversity with bgs#i literally forgot about all their cbs from 2021 bc they were too '4th gen'#and im not talking about like sound or whatever here: i'm talking about styling/making distinct visual choices per cb#a lot of bgs have trouble making unique styling choices that separate one era from another#and a lot of them follow the same trends so it can become hard to tell them apart#i don't remember ANY of the styling from their prev cbs but i very clearly remember all the styling from undercover#bc it took a very specific niche of 90s revival that nobody had done yet and extrapolated on it#we want the unique ideas baby!!#obvs this rule isnt always true bc oneus just got a bunch of wins for same scent even though it has their least interesting styling#but there's no accounting for stans' taste i suppose#(the wins are deserved tho)#text#answers#their weird lore thing about doubles is kinda interesting though ngl. i think they should beat each other up more tho
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
SCREAMING AND CRYING BE/ETH/OV/EN SE/CR/ET IS AS BAD AS EVERYONE IS SAYING LIKE GOOD LORD WHAT IS GOING ON OVER THERE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#me myself and i#NOT EVEN JOO HYUN CAN SAVE LIKE SHE WAS REALLY TRYING SHE SHED HER GOOD TEARS FOR THIS SHOW#AND SHE ADDED DYNAMICS TO THE SONGS SHE TRIED LIKE SHE REALLY REALY TRIED 😭😭😭😭😭😭#THE SHOW IS JUST SO INCOMPREHENSIBLE#I CANT EVEN FOLLOW THE SHOW LIKE WHAT IS THE TIMELINE THEY KISSED ONCE AND THEN NOW THEYRE ???#WHERE IS THE CHILD??? IM SO CONFUSED???#WHY DID BEETHOVEN SUDDENLY BECOME SO ENAMOURED WITH THE IDEA OF LOVE#HIS LOSS OF HEARING THING IS JUST SO NOT WELL DONE#AND THE PART ABOUT HIM BEING ABUSED LIKE IT WAS SO SHOE HORNED IN PLEASSSEEEE#I AM BEGGING U TO HAVE SOME SUBTLETY PLEASE
0 notes
Note
just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙
GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !
ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !
ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.
satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.
your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.
unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.
with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.
you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.
which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.
“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”
you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.
“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.
“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”
you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.
“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”
satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.
“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”
you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.
satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.
“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.
he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—
satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”
he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.
with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.
the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.
like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;
his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.
satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.
“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.
“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”
without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.
you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”
satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”
everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.
he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.
“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.
it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.
you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.
it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.
“fuck.”
“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.
satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.
“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”
it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.
“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.
a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”
satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.
“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.
you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.
satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”
a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.
“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”
his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.
“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.
satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.
there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.
satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.
his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.
“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”
his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.
“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”
your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.
and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.
“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”
“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.
“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”
you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.
“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”
“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.
“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.
your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.
when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.
“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”
one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.
“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.
“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.
“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”
satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.
“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”
a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”
“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”
neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.
satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.
“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.
“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.
“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“
satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.
“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.
“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.
“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.
“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”
your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.
satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.
and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.
satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.
“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”
you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”
gojo satoru was a weakling.
he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.
“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”
your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”
it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.
satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”
satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.
“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.
the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.
“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”
your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.
“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”
and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.
“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”
a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.
“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.
your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.
“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”
his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.
your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.
satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.
as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.
your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.
his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.
satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;
“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#gojo smut#jjk x reader#satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x you#gojo satoru smut#gojo fic#banner by cafekitsune
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
so . i did something ^}*#*}*%+%
(more parts might come and if that happens this post will be the masterlist)
ramble ⏬
so . ok here goes nothing. first things first.
this is like the “fisherman meets mermaid and they are in love” AU trope but jamil isnt a fisherman: he pretty much retained his canon life, aka he is a servant and one day he found a merman and he just hangs around him to escape from his shitty life situation (and the merman is completey enamoured).
so, apart of NRC not happening, more details about the canon divergence should be revealed at a later date
thiat is the info about the au out of the way. ill just do personal rambling here esp bevause im insecure about some things about this so you can stop reading if you want.
this is a trope ive seen around a lot, especially on twitter, so ive had this idea since a bunch of months ago. i then proceeded to forget about it until i saw a twitter post about this same exact trope again except it was with fucking miguel o’hara but thats besides the point. the original post that made me get the idea were 2 ocs (they had the blood-cut-to-call-merman idea. I completely stole it from that. im coming clean) and i was like “wow do you know who else is a mermaid? azul fucking ashengrotto”
ok so no the art style i used. i started using it really recently to doodle stuff, since 2 days ago actually im so serious. i tried using it here as well bevause its an easy art style, really quick to draw with it and also looks good. or so i thought. because im now having doubts about wether it looks good or not and i fear it might just look weird. i kinda wanna hear if people prefer this art style or my “actual” one from my other posts
this style looked way better when i used it to doodle stuff, but i dont think im capable of using it in comic format. the style i was going for is mostly evident in the colored “poster” because ive actually redrawn the comic sequence a bunch of times so the style was lost there. I do like how the “poster” looks but im not sure if y’all would agree so id love to hear wyt
now the biggest part. ive never made comics in my life!! so these are going to look so damn akward. u can already notice it here!!!!! crowd starts booing
also i cant draw water and also i dont know how to draw azuls octo patterns bc the material we have of his design are so vague and fragmented but his patterns are not easy to draw so im struggling and i need to make a reference of him for myself 😭😭
#what…. tag do i give this au?#it doesnt even have a name#i genuinely have no idea but ill have to add a tag for this au later#azujami mermaid au??? that sounds lame#suggestions r apprecieated#twst#twisted wonderland#u can tell im fucking sturggling#azujami#jamiazu#ashenviper#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#art tag#posting this and throwing my phone across the room and never picking it up again for the next 48 hours
315 notes
·
View notes
Note
May I ask for Kaeya meeting you in a concert and because of the alcohol you two end up fucking so good and so hard in his car to the weekend's music?
hmmm i think im gonna make this sex sober however yall can be high on life :D jkjk but this is sober to make sure consent is 100%!
You had been waiting for this concert for what felt like years. Even though you were going by yourself it didn't matter - just standing in line with all of the other fans all just as excited as you were kept a permanent grin on your face.
When you're inside with everyone you happen to find yourself standing next to a very attractive man. He doesn't seem to be looking at you but you don't care - you're here for your favourite artist, not to ogle some stranger who looks like he's stepped out of a modelling catelogue.
Seriously, why is he so hot?
Anyway, it's right between one of the first gaps of the concert that he leans over and introduces himself to you with a voice you can only describe as a seductive purr. You can feel yourself getting flustered just from hearing him speak to you, his hand cautiously on your shoulder to test your boundaries. When it seemed that you weren't going to object he slips it around your waist, burying his face into your hair as though to make it easier to speak to you.
It certainly was, Kaeya telling you a little bit about himself and how he think you look so alluring that he just had to say hi. His words were sweet despite the almost lewd manner they were being spoken against your skin. You think he's about to kiss you, the slight whine in your voice only heard by him as he chuckles smoothly.
During one of the slower songs is when he really made his move. You felt him cup your face, already so enamoured by the sweet nothings he was whispering to you that you were absolutely desperate for his kiss. Immediately, your arms wrap around his shoulders as you pull him further into you, letting his tongue enter your mouth the second he prods it against your lips.
You have no idea how long the two of you were kissing for but you can't help the way you lose yourself in him, his hands becoming even more touchy with you after the kiss. You didn't mind, loving the way that he seemed to be unable to let go of you.
You thought at the very least once the concert was over you could hopefully get his number, or just have this as a great one time memory but apparently it was about to get even better. He asked if you need a ride back, eyes clearly insinuating that he wanted to give you a different kind of ride. You knew you had to say yes, holding onto his hand tightly as he led you to his car and began ravishing you with his attention.
The music in his car drums lightly against your ear as you focus more on the sound of Kaeya panting underneath you. You barely knew the man but the way his eyes focused on you, his strong grip on your hips as he bucked up into you, all of it made you crave more and more of him. There was nothing more that you wanted in this moment than all of his attention, whining pathetically when his hand reaches down to stroke at your sex.
"Fucking like that, don't you?" he mutters against your temple, holding your body so close to him you think you'll burst.
"Like getting fucked in the parking lot by a guy you barely know?"
You're about to respond when he swallows your words with a hungry kiss, effectively shutting you up with the addition of a well positioned thrust. You throw your head back with another moan, Kaeya taking the oppurtunity to add more dark marks to your throat as you continue to bounce on his cock.
You have no idea how many times he's made you cum, body twitching and crying from oversenstivity but you don't even think he's cum once. Somehow, he's been able to hold himself back, bruising fingers in your hips the only sign of how hard he's been trying.
He loves the way you look, pants pulled off and shirt haphazardly pulled off of your chest, one arm still in the sleeve because he wanted to see as much of you as he could but too impaitient to fully pull it off. Him on the other hand was still relatively dressed, simply pulling his dick out of his pants so you could fist your hands into his shirt and drip all over the denim.
Kaeya can see the sheen on your thighs, wetness darkening his jeans so throughly that he could feel your skin against his. You feel him readjust his position, slipping a little further under you to get more leverage as he puts his hands under your ass. You're about to ask him what he's doing just as he starts to rail into you, clearly done with holding back.
"Kaeya!" you scream, tugging roughly on his hair as he groans gratuitously. He sounds pornographic, the noises making you clench tightly around him.
"I'm gonna cum, fill your needy little hole alright?" he pants, you nodding intensely at his words.
"Please, please, I need you so much," you whine.
He finally cums inside of you, the warmth seeping through your spent hole making you cum hard and messily. Kaeya groans as you cover him in your wetness, not expecting to have such a strong reaction but basking in it anyway.
You're not sure what's going to come out of this all, but you know you've been totally ruined for his cock.
269 notes
·
View notes
Note
Based on your other Star Wars fics (made me weak in the knees) would you write a Bad Batch oneshot? In honour of the end being so near… either Hunter or Tech (I knowwww he’s not- but he IS) and plot relevance doesn’t matter. If the reader were a little tied up or restricted in a way and talked down to a teensy bit… whatever you would write would be incredible I’m sure. Love your work soooo much
Longing for Love
ans: Firstly, thank you so much for the request, and I totally agree Tech is a cutie and I adore him just as much as Hunter. I love the idea and I hope I could provide what you were looking for! I know you asked for oneshot but I believe I went a little over board. I got a little carried away
Summary: It had been quite some time since you and Hunter last saw each other.. So when he finally returns back to the Parlor he was quick to get his hands on you. (This also takes place season 2ish)
Content: MDNI!, 18+, afab, Dom Hunter, Restriction, tied up, degrading, praising, submissive reader.
A/N:I am so sad that TBB has officially ended Im so sad but so happy with the ending! Again sorry for any spelling, grammar, or punctuation mistakes. Enjoy!
They say falling in love can be like a whirlwind, sweeping you off your feet before you even realise what's happening. It's a rush of emotions, a rollercoaster of highs and lows compressed into a short period of time. You find yourself captivated by someone's presence, drawn to their quirks, and enamoured by their essence. In such moments, time seems to blur as you dive headfirst into a new connection. Every conversation feels like a discovery, each shared experience deepens the bond, and before you know it, your heart beats a little faster whenever they're near. Which is exactly how it felt between you and Hunter. It’s said, what makes falling in love so intense is the rawness of emotions, the excitement of something new and uncharted. There's a sense of vulnerability that comes with opening your heart so swiftly, but also a thrilling sense of adventure as you explore this uncharted territory together. While some may caution against rushing into love, there's also a beauty in allowing yourself to be swept away by the magic of connection, even if it happens in the blink of an eye. After all, love doesn't always adhere to timelines or expectations—it simply blooms when two hearts find resonance with each other.
When you were recruited some time ago, it wasn’t an awkward transition, not only were they quick to take you in and treat you like family but you and Hunter’s relationship grew fast. As time passed, you would find yourself noticing the little details that made him so unique—the way he would crinkle his nose when he smiled, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about the future, or the way his touch sent a flutter through your heart. There was a sense of ease and familiarity that came with spending time with Hunter and you were quick to realise you were falling in love with him, little did you know, he was feeling it too.
When he would arrive back to the Parlor after a mission you would talk to each other for hours. When you’re spending countless hours with someone you're slowly falling in love with, time stops.. It's in the small, seemingly insignificant moments—sharing laughter over inside jokes, engaging in deep conversations that stretch into the night, or simply enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence—that love quietly blossoms and grows. It wasn’t long until you and Hunter made your love for one another official, but when you did it made him leaving ten times harder.
When circumstances forced the two of you to be apart, whether due to missions or other obligations, you found yourself missing those moments of connection and intimacy that the two of you shared. Simple things like his comforting hand on my shoulder or the way he'd smile in a way that made your heart skip a beat, that became cherished memories that you longed to experience again. The distance highlighted just how much he meant to you and how his presence had become an integral part of your life. It was a test of patience and resilience, learning to navigate the feelings of longing and yearning while finding ways to stay connected despite the physical distance. So to keep yourself busy, you put your medical field to work tending to the wounds and ailments of those who come seeking help inside Cid’s Parlour as well as keeping the place nice and intact.
After being apart for seven long months, the reunion with Hunter was a moment you had been eagerly anticipating, like a traveller yearning for home. The anticipation built with each passing day, the thought of finally seeing him again filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Your heart raced with a mixture of emotions—joy, relief, and a deep sense of longing finally about to be fulfilled.
You heard the Marauder land out on the loading dock outside the Parlor, you rushed outside watching as the ship’s door slowly began to fall. When your eyes met, it was as if time stood still. You started running to him, the world fading away as you made your way over to Hunter. The feeling of his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. There was an undeniable sense of comfort and belonging in his embrace, as if all the distance and time apart had melted away in that single moment. You held each other tightly, savouring the feeling of being together once again, feeling the warmth of each other's presence after what felt like an eternity. Words were unnecessary as your actions spoke volumes, conveying the depth of emotions you had been holding onto during your time apart.
In your shared moment Hunter eventually broke the silence. “I’ve missed you beautiful” you could hear his smirk, your grip tightened around him, not wanting to let him go afraid he would leave once more. “I’ve missed you too” You said to him faintly. “I’m just gonna help the guys unload. . I’ll be in shortly alright” Hunter said, pulling away looking into your eyes. “Go. .I’ll be right in.” He waved you off and walked back onto the ship.
Having him gone for as long as he was, put not only a mental toll on you but a sexual one as well. You would be lying if you said you weren’t dying for his touch. Craving the feeling of being held close, melting into Hunter's arms and losing yourself in the moment. Waiting to feel the sensation of his body pressed against your own, the taste of his lips. The desire for Hunter’s touch has become a powerful force, driving you to seek solace in fantasies and secret desires. After the Batch finished their quick little debriefing with Cid, the two of you made your way into your shared room. Hunter wraps you in his arms, his fingers gently caressing your skin as he holds you close. His heart beats in sync with yours, taking everything in a moment to savour the warmth of your body pressed against his. He traces the outline of your features with his fingertips, feeling the texture of your skin beneath his calloused palm. With each stroke, he feels the tension in his body melt away, replaced by a sense of tranquillity and peace. His eyes meet yours as he pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.
Hunter inhaled sharply as you looked up at him. “I’m sorry we were gone for so long. . far to long.” he said softly as he cupped your cheek, your face melting into his touch. “Why don’t you make it up to me” his demeanour changed quickly once you struct up the offer. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he raised an eyebrow. “Unless you're tired, you can rest inst-EAD!” Your words grew louder when Hunter swiftly picked you up and placed you down on the bed, it was safe to say you got your answer.
Hunter's lips press against your own and suddenly the world fades away, leaving the two of you in a moment of pure ecstasy. Feeling his lips on your own made you feel complete, and whole once again. Each kiss was laced with passion, each one getting sloppier than the last, being away from each other has been hard and like you said. Now he was gonna make these last seven months up to you. His hands trailed down your sides, firmly gripping onto your hips, pulling you closer. You felt his tongue push its way past your lips lapping with your own, exploring the depths of your mouth.
Pulling away just enough to catch your breath a trail of saliva breaking from your separation. Your eyes lock, only for a moment. Hunter began trailing kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips made their way across your collarbones, lingering for a moment before reaching your chest. He paused, his fingers gripping the bottom of your shirt pulling it up and off. Hunter took a moment to admire your chest, his fingers brushed along your skin gently. Leaning back down you felt his lips meet your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses that made their way further down. The warmth of his breath teased your skin, making you squirm slightly in anticipation. With each touch, the wetness between your legs grew, leaving you breathless and eager for more. He was teasing you, doing his best to work you up. . and it was working.
You looked down at him, your eyes pleading with him, he knew that this was what you desired, and he would give it to you. Gently, he lifted himself off the bed, and grabbing his silk rope, he tied your wrists together and attached them to the bedpost, ensuring your comfort while also restraining you. Your eyes never left his, the trust and submission evident between you. As he finished binding your wrists, he traced the rope with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. Hunter leaned in and began to kiss his way down your body once again, savouring every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of passion and intensity. Each touch, each kiss, and each breath sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, knowing that you were completely in his control.
Hunter could hear your heart beating faster, the anticipation and excitement building up inside you. He ran his hands down your sides, feeling your muscles tense under his touch. With a knowing smile, he pulled your pants and panties down, discarding them to the side. He reached for another piece of silk rope, spreading your legs and began tying it around your ankles, then to each end of the bed. Still allowing your legs to have some mobility but, you weren't going far. The sensation of being bound sent shivers down your spine, heightening your desire for what was to come. He stood up and admired his handiwork, the sight of you restrained before him driving him wild with lust. He knew what came next would be even more intense, and he couldn't wait to lose himself in you.
"I'm going to make you beg for me, Beg me to take you, and to make you scream my name." His voice was deep and commanding, sending waves of desire through you. As Hunter knelt down between your legs, gently pushing them apart, giving him full access to explore every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You couldn't help but bite down on your lip holding in your sweet sounds, the combination of the restraints and his touch pushing you closer to the edge. As he reached your most sensitive area, he paused, looking up at you with a smirk, his eyes locked on yours, the power dynamic clear. "Say it," he commanded, his voice low and hypnotising. "Tell me you want it, that you need me." The command sent pleasure racing through you, making it nearly impossible to form coherent thoughts. "Say it, or I'll stop." His eyes were filled with both desire and a hint of playful cruelty. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as you whispered, "Please."
Hunter raised his eyebrow “you know that isn’t good enough, use your words.” his words were stern once more. “Please touch me” you let out a soft whimper. The power dynamic between the two of you was driving him wild. He took you in deeply, his tongue began lapping over your wet pussy in a well paced manner, pushing you closer to the edge. As he continued, his hands held your legs open holding them in place, bounding you completely. His tongue dipped inside you, exploring every inch, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. Each touch was deliberate, each flick of his tongue designed to bring you closer. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, vibrating against your pussy. "Beg for me, beg for the release I'm about to give you." You could feel yourself getting closer. "Please," you begged, "I need you, please don't stop." His eyes locked on yours, desire burning brightly, as he continued, you could feel the release building, the inevitable climax just moments away.
You felt the knot building up inside, getting ready to release just moments away, but you felt Hunter pull away. Your eyes shot down to look at him. “What are you?” He gave one last kiss to your pussy before lifting his head away from the inbetweens of your legs. “Not yet,” Hunter said sternly as he pulled the lining of his pants down, adjusting himself and freeing his stiff cock. His hand gripped around the base giving it a few pumps. “Mm please Hunter, please let me cum” You cried out to him, a smirk spread across his face. “Such a greedy whore aren’t you. Begging for me to let you cum.” He said as he positioned himself between your thighs, his deep brown eyes locked on yours. His large hands grip your hips, guiding himself into your pussy. The initial thrust is slow and deliberate, letting you adjust to his presence.
But It wasn’t long before he began to thrust deeper, you moaned softly, revelling in the fullness of his invasion. With each thrust, you pussy wrapped around him tighter causing your head to fall back into your pillows. Without your hands to cover your mouth you did your best to shield your moans into your pillows but failed doing so. Your sweet sounds echoed throughout the room, as Hunter continued to thrust into you having total control over your body. “F-fuckk Hunter” You cried out his name as he picked up the pace, his hands gripping your hips tight as he pounds into you. Your hands squirm trying to break free of the restraint you wanted to hold him, but you knew it wasn’t gonna happen.
You did your best to move your hips in the rhythm of Hunter’s thrust as much as your restraint body would allow you to. “That’s it, fuck you’re such a good slut” he let out in a low groan. His thrusts became more sloppy by the minute, he was growing close and so were you. “Hunter!” you whined out your eyes locking on his. “What is it pretty girl, fuck, tell me what you want” his voice was horse as he spoke, choking back his groans. "You're so close, aren't you? So close to that release." His fingers dug deeper into your sides, making you squirm beneath him. "But you won't get it until I say so. Beg for it, beg to cum." His voice was low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine once more. You whimpered, the desire and need building within you. "Please, please, I need it," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please let me cum." He smirked, as he continued thrusting his cock into you, pushing you closer to the edge. "Not yet,”
“Fuck I can’t take it anymore, Hunter please!” he surrendered, allowing you to fall over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure, cumming on his cock. Your legs began to shake as he fucked your through your climax. “Shit, baby.” Hunter let out a low moan, thrusting into you a few more times before, sending his release into you. The two of you fell silent, doing your best to catch your breath. Watching as his chest would rise and fall rapidly trying to catch his breath. He pulled out of you slowly and leaned up, planting a kiss on your lips, before falling next to you. “Don’t ever leave for that long again” you huffed out, catching your breath. Hunter smiled looking over at you “I promise, if I’m ever gone that long again. . I’m taking you with me”
@allicat0 . .signing off
#the bad batch#fanfiction#smut#18+ mdni#star wars#starwars the clone wars#starwars the last jedi#starwars fanfic#tbb hunter#tbb season 3#hunter bad batch#bad batch fanart#bad batch fanfic#hunter bad batch x reader#hunter x reader#sw tbb#tbb fanfiction#tbb fandom#tbb season 2
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
Horny time
♡ poorly done NSFW hc ♡
☆starring☆
König aka our zaddy for the night
Tw: miserable attempt at being smutty and NSFW, foul foul language, MINORS DNI, sexual themes
A/N: never have i being one to write nsfw, it took only one(1) tall austrian himbo to turn me into a whore. DISCLAIMER: I don't write smut and everything i have written here comes from very embarrassing google researches and poor sexual imagination so if it sucks, i know im sorry it is what it is. @bloodlst has gave me the final push to attempt at being horny on main ANYWAY ENJOY
Keep in mind that this is all coming from my asexual ass and my very little sex knowledge
The horrors I had to learn about to be accurate in this are not yet known to humankind
Anyways let's start by saying that könig, despite his usual attitude, is quite surprising when it comes to make love
I can't really decide how horny he would be
Like I don't see him being over the top horny but he does likes to have sex(?)
Like it's not being horny it's about what he feels when he's doing it with someone he loves
You as a whole are a turn on for him
Like not in his always with his willy saying hi all the time
He just really likes you know?
He's utterly enamoured with you so you don't really need much to get him going
He definitely enjoys some playful flirt or teasing
not to be like a whore on main but just saying 👀 those hands? He really really knows how to use them
He has learned the secret knowledge that is not about speed but about the movements and how you work it
One could think that because of his job his hands are rough but they're actually kinda soft
Years of fidgeting with anything he finds at hand reach has make his fingers quite dexterous in movements
For some reason I picture him always on his knees when either doing a hand job, fingering or anything that has to do with hands
He likes to have a clear vision of you and your reactions
He quite literally is a menace with those hands both in and outside missions
I know everyone thinks of him as a gentle and lovely cinnamon roll
And he is, he definitely is
But he gets way out of character during the deed
He's…he's a lot, like a lot lot. But worth every bit of it
Just so you have an idea, he feels the most beautiful when he's making love to you and it's something he truly enjoys
I know I've already said but still
It's not just about the pleasure or the orgasms, it's about every new part he can discover of you and how much closer to you he feels after it
He definitely puts his whole heart and königussy in it
Doesn't really likes to be rough perse but he is very dominant in certain way
Even in his everyday life he leans more in the soft dom part
Although being shy it's not a submissive type of shy but more like a really and utterly in love shy
Is very different from just his awkward normal self who let's other people boss him around
I feel like he would be the type of lover who you can trust enough to let him guide you and be the one taking the lead
He's just so gentle you don't even feel like he's the dominant one in the relationship
Like the line between being dom or sub with him gets really blurry cause he seems to know when he should be more or less dominant
But back at him being a menace in bed
He loves, absolutely adores the foreplay
To him is even more fun and fulfilling than the sex itself
He likes to build up the moment, to takes his time and make every part of your body feel special
He's very selfless, it may sound cliché and corny but all he really cares about is making you feel as good as possible
That's all he needs to feel satisfied
Definitely has a thing for overstimulating you into fucking oblivion
He has his ways to make you feel everything everywhere is honestly quite impressive how well he ends up knowing your body and where and what to do to get a reaction
About reactions this man secretly loves to fuck in front of a mirror or in front somewhere he can see both of you
Not in a Patrick Bateman type of shit (that feels more like a ghost thing tbh DON'T COME AT ME. I LOVE HIM BUT HE WOULD BE AN ABSOLUTE MENACE WHEN FUCKING)
He wants you to see what he sees which is the most perfect and beautiful human being ever
He has that lovestruck smile while looking at you through the mirror
Guys guys
He is packing, he is HE JUST IS. HE HAS BIG DICK ENERGY AND YOU CAN'T DENY IT
He's very open about trying any position you may find more comfortable or fun but his absolute favourite are you riding on top of him or hitting it from behind
Don't know how it's called but once he tries the one where you have to put your legs on his shoulders this man is gonna lose his marbles
LISTEN, HIS TALL. HE CAN'T MESS UP HIS BACK JUST FOR THE SAKE OF BEING HORNY
He's always checking if you're doing good but doesn't ask like "Am I HUrtinG you?" "ArE yOu OkAY"
No. No. No, okay?
We're talking about our very smexy King
He has this raspy and soft tone of voice when talking during sex
"Do you like it like this dear?" "Use your words liebling, I need you to tell me what feels good"
His voice hitches and sometimes breaks from how much he's trying to control himself too
Not a big fan of calling you names tho, it just doesn't feels right even if you say you're okay with it
Maybe I'm biased but I do think he takes his time in making you come first even if it means taking a little extra time
This man can't fucking stand still for the life of him, what makes you think he would get tired or not last long?
The aftercare? Amazing, not even just good or great nono, plain amazing
Focuses a lot on cuddles even tho, as I said, he's not super rough while having sex so the cuddles are just a nice extra time together to talk or just relax
Definitely falls asleep holding you close but not before making sure you drink some water
Somehow manages to always wake up before you so don't be surprised if you find him making snacks for the both of you while running a bath
He always makes sure both of you are fine and relaxed
Always uses a lot of words of affirmation to remind you how much he loves you and how great it was and as I said in my other hc he never says things he doesn't mean so
He enjoys eating you out like everything about it it's particularly satisfying to him and honestly it ends up being to you too
The way you brush your fingers through his hair while he is down, how he can grab firmly your ass and hips and listening to you enjoying it and asking for more drives him crazy
I don't think he masturbates that much, to him sex is not a like need like i said but more like a intimate and lovely moment between him and his partner
He doesn't sees the point in touching himself tbh
Like I said everything about you is perfection to him
He gets the most turned on when watching you getting dressed or just doing stuff like skincare ecc
There's something deeply arousing in you taking care of yourself to him
For some reason I don't think he would mind you tying him up
He trusts you enough and you make him feel the most safe so if you want from time to time to take control and do something different he's all about it
#könig cod headcanons#könig cod#könig cod mw2#könig x reader#könig#codmw2#cod#cod modern warfare 2#call of duty mw2#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty
635 notes
·
View notes
Text
Taylor Swift lyrics with Your Crush p.2
Male reader / Male crush
Requested but Tumblr deleted the ask 😭
Helooo! Just wanna mention that while I do look at my ask box frequently, chances are requests won't be done unless I really like the idea - sorry!
So yeah that's also why this took forever to be made.
fyi each lyric is a different scenario, they aren't linked
"Please don't be in love with someone else, please dont have somebody waitin' on you" ~ Enchanted
He was in love with you, (y/c) couldn't deny that anymore, but he was DEEP in the closet
After spending those whole 24h together, it only strengthened his feelings for you
He knew you must like him too after what the two of you did, but during the HUGE amount of talking you two did after having sex (y/c) mentioned his fear or coming out
Now, he's constantly stressed at the idea of you falling for another guy while you wait for (y/c)
He spends nights on end worrying about it, more than he worries about coming out in general
"Oh i remeber you driving to my house in the middle of the night, im the one who makes you laugh even when you're 'bout to cry" ~ You Belong with Me
Not to sound like a pick-me but his girlfriend was horrid
She only dated (y/c) for the social status, a social climber if you would
You and (y/c) have been friends for a while, becoming friends day 1 of high-school
He lived ages away but he would still come over to your house to hang out at least twice a week
You developed a crush on him real quick - after you came out he was one of the few people who stood up for you to the dickheads who thought it was hilarious that your liked guys - and you're heart just skipped a beat
But since he started dating his girlfriend, he's become slightly more distant and definitely less himself
(Y/c) seems overall less happy
So when your phone buzzes in the middle of the night, you could only guess it was (y/c) but the text itself freaked you out
"Im outside please come down"
You're outside ASAP
His eyes are sunken liked he'd been crying or hasn't been sleeping
"Sorry (y/n) I just really needed to talk to someone
You assure him it's okay and ask what's up, and that's when it starts
To summarise, they argued, (y/c) had had enough of his gf controlling little things in his life, she blew up and now he's single
And to summarise again, you invited him in, lent him a shoulder to cry on and the night ended with you two sharing a bed
"I need someone tonight. I'm sorry"
"I could see you in your suit and a neck tie, pass me a note saying 'meet me tonight' then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell" ~ I can see you
After high-school, (y/c) managed to solidify a fancy job, one which had many black tie events - rich people being rich
He would always bring you as a plus one, but you were his "friend" his co-workers had no idea you were his BOY"friend"
He had your permission to do that though, most of the people at these events were investors who were older than stonehenge, so they weren't too fond of gay people
But as soon as the event is over, once the door to the fancy car (y/c) can now afford closes he's all over you and vice versa
By the time you two arrive back home, your neck already had hickeys on it, and his top button is undone along with his gelled hair messed up
Your front door barely locks before (y/c) has you up against a wall, kissing up your neck to your lips
Your hands gently undo his neck tie, juxtaposing his rough hands man-handling you, your mouth, your face
"We could let out friends crash in the living room, this is our place, we make the rules" ~ Lover
You couldn't believe the man you'd known for 4 years, had a college crush on and eventually had a fling with would be the man you buy a house with
He was absolutely enamoured by you since that fateful day during finals, he would fantasise about this day
Memories would be made in this house:
Him sneaking up on you while you were baking in the kitchen, he scared you so much that you hit him with the dough
Playing with the whipped cream afterwards, giggling as he links some off your nose - a moment which could only end in one very spicy way
(Y/c) randomly saying he wanted to paint one of the walls purple at 11pm and the two of you driving to a 24h store and painting the wall until 4am - laughing the whole time
The Christmas lights staying up until the end of January, your friends telling you it was bad luck but the two of you wouldn't take them down - for the sole reason that the two of you couldn't find a day you both had time to do it, refusing to do it by yourselves
"Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending, with all these nights we're spending" ~ King of My Heart
The two of you were close friends, (y/c) had watched you go through every single painful breakup you could ever go through
He subconsciously wished you would break up with your boyfriend everytime you would get with a new one but he'd push those thoughts down for supportive ones for his dear friend
It was late at night, a few weeks after your boyfriend fucked you over again - he was originally your ex which exploited your kind nature, weakling his way back into your life according to (y/c)
Sitting on the hood of his car, you and (y/c) Chat away while drinking WDK, "sweet liquid shit" as (y/c) calls it but he drinks it for you cause you hate all other alcohol
You felt at home, comforted by bring with (y/c), and he felt that this was right, this was how it was supposed to be
That night ended with a kiss, under the moon light, utterly perfect
Or it ended with his car windows steamed up, it's up to you
"Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you, there is an indentation in the shape of you, you made you're mark on me" ~ Dress
He's always been a possessive kinda guy, always touching you in some way
At a formal event, the two of you wanted to keep the PDA at a minimum, but (y/c) couldn't BEAR not being able to touch you for hours, so he decided the next best think was marking you
You'd never shouted at him louder
Not only did he bite your neck and leave a FAT hickey, but it was in a hard to hide spot
You had to spend an extra half hour getting ready cause concealer and Youtube hacks weren't working
Few people at the event noticed and none of them even asked you, but (y/c)'s ego had never soared higher
#gay#male reader#x male reader#fanfic#fluff#cute gay#taylor swift#your crush#male crush x male reader#male crush x reader#crush x male reader insert#crush x male reader#crush x reader#crush imagines#male crush#songfic#headcannons#gay headcanon#gay imagine
68 notes
·
View notes
Note
waahhh eating a popsicle in front of kylar and just teasing the shit out of him while you lick and suck it. he goes crazy
do u even have popsicles in australia. im sure they’re just called something else i have no idea im uneducated. sorry this ask got off topic back 2 kylar I WANNA RUIN HIS LIFE
LMAO THEY'RE CALLED ICE BLOCKS IN AUSTRALIA!! (it depends what's in the popsicle, honestly... or we'll just call them their name brands!! but im assuming you mean the callipo/lifesaver ice blocks??? google them bhahaha)
- but i seriously think this can happen with any and every food you eat in front of him. he's a gross little degenerate that takes anything and everything sexually. LIKE, remember the carrot scene in the basement?!??!! bro found that SO hot and I'm pretty sure pc wanted to bite his dick OFF. so yeah...
- let's say you're having a cute little hangout with kylar... and he gets the most brilliant idea to buy a popsicle that the two of you can split down the middle and share!! (the ones with the two sticks yknow) (also we call popsicle sticks paddlepop sticks in australia ...)
- he lets you pick which flavour you want more and lets you snap the popsicle because he's worried if he does it his shaky hands will ruin it </3
- then when you actually get around to eating the popsicle - kylar is enamoured - his popsicle is dripping all over his hand, forgotten completely as he watches your tongue wrap itself around the sweet treat just like you would with his co--
- you'll glance over at him, confused as to why he's staring at you so intently. you'll also point out that kylar's popsicle is dripping all over his hand!! kylar, too busy staring at your now-popsicle-dyed tongue, practically screeches when you start licking his hand clean of the mess because he was wasting it!!!
- he'd faint. just die on the park bench because he was too busy in his own head to really indulge in the feeling of your tongue against his skin :( ... then you'll randomly start getting popsicles every single date together and kylar will let his melt all over his hand and look at you like "oooh noooo!! what will i *ever* do with this mess!!"
#i lvove him.#i want him to have dirty thoughts about me while im completely oblivious.#if you tease him on purpose thouugh... both your tongues will be purple#so sososos cute. and roMANTIC!!!#hatkuuasks#kylar the loner
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
: ̗̀➛ OPEN. kirishima eijirou
kirishima eijiour x gn!reader
fluff ! open relationship ! cheating ! unhappy marriage ! jerk!midoriya ! reader is reffered to as 'wife !
your husband wants to open your marriage, and kirishima has been waiting for so long
sipping lightly on the champagne you had ordered, you ignored the slight buzz running through your stomach. as much as you wanted to claim it was the drink, you knew it was the nerves.
you still wore your wedding ring, the green jewel sitting on full display. you turned it around to face your palm with a frown.
you were a wife, a wife to izuku midoriya, deku, the number one pro hero. you thought you treated him well, acting like a good little housewife for him whenever he went away.
however, you couldn't ignore the sutble glances you gave him every now and then. you weren't a pushover, no, but you let things slide under the rug when it came to midoriya.
the pieces of clothing you'd find tucked away in his draws when doing the laundry, the way he would hide his screen at the dinner table, too many late nights at the agency. you weren't stupid.
maybe you were, otherwise you would have left him, demanded for a divorce like mina and suggested and ran off. only, you had sat and listened to his excuses and his suggestions of how you both could work on the relationship.
you scoffed, like you needed to work on anything for him.
he'd suggested an open marriage maybe three, four months ago. tabloids had blown up after you agreed, 'pro hero deku seen courting fellow hero uravity!' 'deku seen with another woman, without wedding ring?' 'are the midoriya's still in love?'
you shook your head and pulled out your phone. you hadn't dabbled in dating, hadn't even thought of going through with izuku's idea until momo had suggested it.
“you should take him up on his offer,” she had texted your right after getting off the phone and listening to you rant about him for the seventh time. “go on a couple dates, see how quickly he comes running back to you.”
and so here you were, dressed up, covered in red. a passerby may have believed you were being stood up but you weren’t, you’d arrived almost half an hour earlier.
maybe this was wrong, maybe you should just call him up and tell him you weren’t ready-
“am I late?” you lifted your head, eyes dancing up the black suit with red accents that stood in front of you. he was taller, much taller that you or izuku, with his hair neatly slicked back, most likely freshly dyed due to the red stains on his forehead.
he held a bouquet of flowers, gripping the bottom of them so tightly you were worried they might break, and his other hand gripping the back of his chair.
you hadn’t responded since he spoke, too enthralled by his sharp teeth and the way the suit clenched around his muscles.
“no!” you jumped at your own voice. “no. sorry, im- you’re just on time.” you smiled and let out a puff of air, straightening yourself up.
“good. shit, oh- sorry, I was so worried i’d be late, didn’t want you to think of me standing you up.” he rubbed the back of his neck.
eijirou kirishima, pro hero red riot. you kept your eyeroll to yourself at mina’s obvious matchmaking. she had told you just how enamoured he was with you ever since he’d seen you at one of the hero galas.
of course, you’d never seen him so dressed up before. “you look stunning.” you smiled, covering your mouth with your hand to try and stop the blush running up your neck.
“im- mina said you liked red, so.” you shrugged, picking up a menu despite already knowing what you wanted.
“i’d like you in anything,” you raised your eyebrows, peeking at him and noticed the pink covering his cheeks.
izuku didn’t compliment you much, not when you’d go out to dinners and not when you’d been at home.
“if this date goes well, I might just show you in my winter wear.” you winked at him, and he let out a laugh in response. he shook his head and raised his hand for a waiter.
you furrowed your brow and bit your lip, ignoring the slight flutter in your stomach as you compared his actions to things izuku would do.
he wasn’t rude, but being number one had gone to his head and somewhere along the way he started figuring out he could do whatever he wanted, so usually he’d walk straight to the kitchen and order straight from there.
as the waiter came around, kirishima glanced up to ask you what you wanted, giving you the chance to snap out of your thoughts.
“uh- could I please have the cheese steak?” the lady nodded, sending you a polite smile before collecting your menus. it was a stark contrast to the way most waitresses would glare when you were with izuku.
“so,” eijirou was nervous. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, because he didn’t want you to think he was worried and uncool, but god was he nervous.
staring over at you, his breath kept catching every-time your eyes glanced up at home. your jewlery doing nothing in comparison to the red over your chest.
he would have to thank mina for the suggestion.
“do you want to talk about it?” you knew what he was talking about but you hadn’t expected him to ask, no one had asked you about it.
“no, no.” you smiled up at him, “we’re on a date. I wan’t to talk about you.”
everything had been amazing. kirishima had paid for the dinner, even after you’d tried to pay, and he’d promised to let you pay next time. you couldn’t ignore the way it made your stomach tighten.
he’d even walked you to the front door, where you were sure izuku would have already had his guest come and go. meaning you wouldn’t have much time before he came down to see who you were with.
“I hope you had a good time. with me- I mean.” kirishima pursed his lips. you stood up two of the steps and only just reached the same height as him. he held your hand in his own and rocked it back and forth.
“I did,” you swallowed, ignoring just how nice he felt with your hand in his, how warm he was. “i’m really looking forward to the next one.”
you pulled him forward by his tie and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, pulling back only for him to pull you back in, his lips stopping just before your own.
“please-“ he whimpered, letting you know that it was you that got to make the final move. you crashed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his clench the fabric on your waist.
the flick of the porch light made you well aware of your predicament, the both of you splitting a part as the door swung open.
izuku, shirtless and dressed in his grey sweatpants, arms crossed and staring down at the both of you.
“oh. izuku, this is-“
“kirishima.” izuku nodded, completely ignoring you and staring the taller man down. if he was scared. eijirou didn’t show it and instead nodded back and turned to you.
“ill see you round, alright?” he waved and moved back towards his car, letting you turn your attention back to izuku.
#✎dosiewrites#kirishima x reader#midoriya x reader#bnha#my hero acamedia#bnha x reader#one shot#cheating#angst#bnha kirishima#kirishima eijiro x reader#oneshot#midoriya izuku x reader#my hero academia x reader#kirishima eijirou x you
263 notes
·
View notes
Note
HI GORGEOUS!!!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL US ABOUT YOUR WIPS AND AUS IM REALLY INTERESTED 🙏🙏🙏
Foams at the mouth
I’m in the middle of writing up a whole HC post for someone asking about a highschool AU but I’m gonna take this opportunity to sidetrack the conversation towards something I’d love to genuinely see from the series… a HEAVY (film) noir lean. Think: Bogart, Framed, Gilda, Vertigo… probably pushing the era back 40’s, 50’s way (Maybe even some 30’s lean in there, if I could get away with it) instead of the general 60’s vibe Lupin has going for it.
I think there’s a TON of potential there. I mean, I’m aware something like this was pitched (and never picked up, sigh…) so there IS sentiment there, and the idea has been thought about, but instead of TWCFM’s ‘serious Lupin’ I’d love to see a true noir ‘serious Lupin’. I think you can put these characters into a serious setting without making them straight up evil, and I’ll be honest, I think it would be way more appealing than the stuff they’ve been releasing lately (besides Zero. I have to admit that I loved Zero).
I’d want the gang to actually feel like criminals, though. Cutting shady deals in illegal bars, Lupin running his mouth to big players about whatever new heist he has up his sleeve. I’d take them back to being Miyazaki-esque ‘living paycheck-to-paycheck’ rather than ‘insta-rich Lupin funding his hedonistic spirit’ because I think that would work better in this universe: Lupin is constantly getting them in hot shit with the big leagues because he can’t keep his mouth shut. Jigen has shot ten guys this week who have come knocking at their hideout’s door looking for trouble. Goemon’s sick of digging graves and is antsy to finally be who he dreams of being. Fujiko’s got her eyes on a bigger prize, like always.
Zenigata’s an underpaid beat-cop-turned-inspector who has been trying to climb the ranks for a long while. He’s ambitious, but a little too soft for his own good: he’s hopeful in a way that most of the guys in his squad aren’t, and that makes him the perfect candidate for when the commissioner has to shill a shitty 9-5 case on an unsuspecting worker. A file lands on his desk, and he flips through it with this eager fire, like he’s just been asked to take on the world, and Lupin and his gang smile up at him from the pages.
Lupin is a crook, he learns. Part-time petty thief, full-time smooth-talker: a man with a legacy to live up to and not a whole lot to show for it besides a reputation as a lady-killer and a particularly long unpaid tab at the seediest bar in town. His sticky fingers have landed him in more trouble than they’ve gotten him out of, and recent reports say that he’s managed to get under the skin of the most notorious once-criminal-now-film-director in town… the very criminal that underhandedly paid Zenigata’s boss to start an official investigation in the first place.
Jigen is a gun-for-hire. Babysitter, bodyguard, hitman… whatever you need, he’ll do, however begrudgingly. He’s not a guy you mess with: and his reputation is actually pretty good in criminal circles. He’s well-respected and well-liked. Or, he was, until the monkey-faced man at the bar implicated him in a crime he didn’t commit. Now, he’s babysitting without pay, and he’s starting to get a little sick of having to put bullets into the faces of old friends who decide his bounty is worth more than his loyalty. Figures.
Goemon’s a man slightly-less-out-of-time. A famous Japanese-American film star, he’s known world-over for starring in Samurai flicks alongside his leading lady, Fujiko Mine. The thing is, Goemon is classically trained in swordslinging, and when Lupin offers him an opportunity to be the very person he’s been portraying on screen, he’s more than happy to throw his reputation away. He never cared much for fame, anyway. There’s just this one little hitch: he’s enamoured with the sword he last used on set, and he won’t take no for an answer when he asks Lupin to retrieve it for him.
Fujiko has her eyes on a prize a little more exciting than Zantetsuken: the film empire she’s helped build herself. The tabloids can’t get enough of her, and she knows that a marriage to the most famous director the world has ever seen might just secure her a place in history. The thing is, the man she’s trying her best to seduce has stopped paying her attention since his beloved priceless-antique-turned-prop-sword went missing, and she’s determined to get it back for him. Because what would make him fall quicker? Ah, there’s just one catch: Lupin is kind of charming, and the life he’s living is… exciting. Tempting. Fujiko likes playing with fire, but she’s starting to get a little too close to this one particular flame. The heat has her cheeks burning… Or maybe that’s Goemon’s doing.
They’re a strange little bunch, the Lupin Gang. But man, do people have a habit of underestimating them. Zenigata included. Because what he thinks to be a simple case of theft soon turns into something more sinister as the layers of movie-magic veneer begin to peel away. Maybe Lupin was onto something, targeting this guy, and maybe this hotshot director isn’t quite as reformed as he says he is.
He went to court recently, after all. Say, how much did he pay the judge to overturn that guilty verdict? Zenigata would like that sum as a pay rise once this has all blown over. That, and some fresh smokes.
((Mmm someone should hop on board and help me develop this I think. Could be a fun little exercise on the side… if it’s up anyone’s alley >:) ))
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
when i was in elementary school, i was absolutely enamoured with the idea of kid sized versions of "adult things". anytime i saw one i would be filled with the overwhelming urge to possess it by any means.
that being said, when i was in the 5th grade, the school i went to would hand out these tiny plastic combs on picture day so we could fix our hair if we needed to. and when i was handed that small green comb, i was in love. i absolutely had to have it.
unfortunately, once we had taken our pictures, the teacher would line us up to put the combs in a tub, supposedly so they could be reused by other children.
when i was 9, i was burdened with 2 opposing forces: crippling shyness and autism. and the 'tism won that day. i put the comb in my little pocket and just walked out as if i had not done anything wrong. and i put my little secret in my backpack and i took it home.
for days i tried to enjoy my prize, but i couldn't bring myself to do it. I'd look at the comb sitting amongst my things, and I'd be reminded of my crime and be hit with the most debilitating guilt a child could experience. i couldn't brush my hair with it, or hold it, or show it to anyone. it was tainted by the foulness of my actions.
So i put it in the closet. Out of sight, out of mind. But even then, i could feel its presence. I had done something horrible, abominable, unforgivable. my teachers trusted me to toss the silly little comb in the tub and i didn't. i lied to them. like a liar.
but i could never admit to my guilt. and i could not stand to have the reminder sitting in the same room where i slept. I didn't need the nightmares. so, when nobody in my family was looking i put the comb in the trashbin as far down as it would go, covered it in garbage for good measure. and i waited for my parents to take out the trash.
and now nearly 20 years later my conscience is clear.
the moral to the story is that guy from the telltale heart shoulda thrown that thing in the garbage fr. skill issue if im being honest.
30 notes
·
View notes
Note
I wanna be your puppy
i wanna be your dog, your mutt
you dont really know me, weve only met a few times in vrchat
but im so enamoured by you, or maybe the idea of you
i dont know
im just a dog
Knowing that we've met in vr makes me want to find and tease you
I like picking up stray dogs
44 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sexymaturelady
Sexymaturelady
ruskyart
RuskyArt
izumikuns
dancing on blades
rcsemallow
i'd give anything
trashmause
Lort Of The Dankest Of Herbs