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drew some clothes for our snow boy

print available! here

how to chu your libero in two simple steps

👌 100/10 👌

this is a very important panel

what if noya gets lightning hair in his 3rd year to take the rolling thunder thing to the next level 

Requesting 29,38 and 79 for Shigure. Like maybe summoner wakes up from a nightmare and Shigure is there to comfort them? He’s such a sweet boy uwu

He is such a sweet boy;; I need the soft content so this is just as much for me as it is for you, darling;; I hope you enjoy! ♡

“By tomorrow I’ll be left in the darkness amongst your cold sheets, and your shoes will be gone, and your body warmth no longer beside me.” - Tomorrow

Shigure’s asleep, mostly. He’s dreaming some sort of dream, but he can’t really remember exactly what it is. At the very least, it’s given him a happy feeling, so perhaps its okay that he can’t fully remember.

From mostly asleep, he shifts to fully awake at the sound of his name. He opens his eyes and its still dark, the middle of the night. For a moment, he thinks he imagined someone calling his name, but it comes again, very softly.

“Shigure…?”

“Yes, my love?” his response is returned just as softly, accompanied by the rustle of sheets as he turns to face you.

There’s a loud sniffle that’s never a good sign, but the sound is muffled as you too turn, this time away from him. The nasally sound that comes with crying invades your voice as you make a request, “D-Don’t look at me.”

“It’s too dark, I can’t see anything,” he reassures, but there’s a soft tinge of worry in his words. It’s the middle of the night, why are you crying? Has something happened while he was asleep? As he waits for a response, he can’t help but worry a little more.

“I… I had a bad dream.” This too comes with a loud sniff and Shigure swears he can hear the tears you’re crying. 

Hesitant, he voices a question, one that had been rattling around in his head moments before. “Would you like to talk about it?”

The bed moves as you shake your head from side to side. No, you wouldn’t like to talk about it but… “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

Shigure’s mouth opens into an O shape as he realizes what you mean. It was one of those dreams, the type that plague everyone in the army. The sort of dream in which the people you love die and there’s nothing you can do to help. 

Before he can reply, you continue to speak. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. I just needed to… to hear your voice.”

Something in Shigure’s heart melts at that and he can’t help himself from shuffling a bit closer to embrace you from behind. “It’s alright,” he says, “I’m here.”

There’s another sniffle from you and he swears he can hear the tears falling from your eyes, so he opens his mouth and begins to sing, soft and quiet to soothe your fears. The soft, anchoring pressure of his arms along with the soothing lull of his voice stop your tears after a minute, helping you fall asleep after a few more.

Even once he knows you’re sleeping, Shigure sings a few more lines, just to make sure. Placing a soft kiss to the back of your head, he lets himself drift off as well. This time, he hopes, your dream will be much better.

this one was rather short, but I ended up making it as sad as I could because I love suffering but it also makes me cry :)

hope you enjoyed darling!! if you didn’t have what u wrote in mind don’t hesitate to ask for a rewrite sweetie!!

tw; burns

—

The battlefield was an inferno.

You watched from your perch on a nearby hill, transfixed by the flames that were spreading quickly. Surtr was moving fast, and with him came the fire that burned endlessly. If you didn’t stop this soon, you knew the entire kingdom of Askr could be in jeopardy. No man, woman, or child would be safe from this hell if you didn’t kill that man in a few days.

Your army stood behind you, awaiting the signal to pour down into the blazing war zone. You kept your eyes locked on the Muspelian soldiers gathering at the opposite end of the field, making sure they didn’t decide to catch you off guard. You squinted, barely able to make out the hulking figure of Surtr hiding behind his troops.

Gods, what a coward.

Suddenly, a hand gently lifted your hood down. You smiled at the sight of Shigure’s shining armor, turning to meet your lover before he could say a thing. The Pegasus knight chuckled, gently pulling you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Not now, honey. We have a job…” you trailed off, turning your attention back to the Muspel’s, who hadn’t moved.

“I know, I know, I apologize. I just worry about your safety,” he moved his hand to your hip, smiling anxiously, “you will stay safe, won’t you?”

You giggled, reaching for bredablik to set off the fighting flare. “Of course, just for you. Now hurry back to your pegasus, we must begin.” You shooed him off, but not before catching his eye again. You smiled once more at him, reassurance written all over your face, before your lips presssed into a thin line. Slowly, you raised the gun into the air, before letting out a shout. Your troops returned it, and then just like that you pulled the trigger.

—

The pegausus knight watched as the fire continued to grow, flying aimlessly around the war zone. He spun his spear, quickly cutting down a nearby wyverb flyer before circling back and hovering over the particularly cluttered areas. If anyone needed help, they could send him the signal. He turned, and saw you relaying orders, protected by Fjorm and Alfonse thankfully. At least you were safe.

Suddenly, the flames lept higher, skimming his armor. He jerked his pegasus back, gasping as he struggled to move away from the heat. He quickly retreated, but noticed something.

You were burning.

The fire clung to your skin, turning your once white cloak into ash. A blood curdling scream echoed through the battlefield, alerting everyone that you were in trouble. Shigure sucked in a terrified breath, unable to spur his mount on to save you. He sat frozen with fear as you continued to cry out for help. He sat there. Watching you burn.

You came stumbling from the inferno, gasping and wide eyed. You dropped to the ground, unmoving and silent. Shigure practically crashed his pegasus, jumping off and scooping you up in his arms. You stared ahead with terrified, cloudy eyes, mouth slowly moving to speak. Shigure took notice of your horrendous injuries, but couldn’t care less.

“S/O! S/O stay with me!” His voice was raw with desperation as he fumbled with the flare gun, jamming the golden rocket in and quickly setting it off. He returned his attention to you, only to feel you going limp and your breaths slowing. “No. No, no no no, hey! S/O, please!” He held you against his chest tighter, panicking as you continued to weaken by the second. “Where are those damn healers!? Damn it all!” he cried, feeling terror rising in his throat.

“P…. Pl…”

“What? What is it S/O?! Please, stay with me!” He leaned down, quieting his shaky breaths for only a moment to hear what you needed.

“P… Please… just hold me…”

Shigure felt tears slipping from his eyes, panic finally setting in. He was shaking, crying, afraid of what would happen to you next. But he knew that he needed to fulfill your request. It could be your last…

“Ok… ok I-I’ve got you, ok?”

And so he held you. He held you until the fire slowly died down with the departure of Surtr. He held you until the moment you started to slip away from the living, watching as your breathing came to a halt.

And he held you one final time as your skin went cold and your eyes grew distant.

—

Tidsoptimist (Swedish) — (n) a person who is always late because they think have more time than they do; a time optimist

He always manages to make your blood boil.

I‘m really happy that you would write for Fruits Basket. So may I request Shigure Sohma helping is s/o study for an exam, please?Just some fluff, maybe he gives her a kiss after every correct answer.

Oh my, it is for the doggo, who is the goodest boi?

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Shigure Sohma

A/N: Reader is college/university age, because otherwise it is kinda awkward. 

“You got that wrong.”

An elegant finger tapped on your sheet, hovering over one particular character on your sheet. Pouting you went back over the question, eyes squinting as you cracked your brain on what the answer was instead.

“This is too hard. Why do I need to study this again,” you groaned, letting yourself fall back.

The author chuckled, picking up your sheet once more as he checked your answers. “You are indeed doing terribly, dear,” was all the older man said as you threw him a glare.

“Oh, were you hoping for me to say otherwise?” he grinned, putting your sheet back down again as several of your answers were crossed out.

Rolling over to your side you leaned with your head onto your hand, your elbow balancing on the floor. A huff escaped you as you waved him away with your other hand.

“Not everyone can be a literary genius wasting himself away with trashy romance novels,” you grumbled in response, though you knew that it was hardly an insult that could touch the man.

“What can I say,” he mused, picking up your workbook again as he flicked through it. “Romance is what sells, not my literary genius.” Stopping at a certain page he then tapped on it once more, signalling for you to raise up again.

“Copy this row ten times,” Shigure smiled, though you knew that he didn’t mean to reassure you, or comfort you. No, the Sohma was by no means a kind man. In fact, he was a harsh man, but always pushing you to go further and beyond your own limits, believing in you more than you sometimes believed in yourself.

Whining you scrunched up your nose, crossily turning your head away as you harrumphed at the man next to you. Another escaped him as he slowly got up, his shadow hovering over you as he trapped you between his arms.

“You could be a literary genius as well, [Name],” he whispered before leaning in and stealing your lips.

“You just need to practice if you want more.”

With that he had escaped your hold once more, his hand lazily waving in the air as he turned his back to you, walking off towards the kitchen for some much-needed tea.

Heaving a sigh to yourself you picked up your pencil, practising your kanji once more with a grumble.

Tatsuma had a growth spurt and, uh, Shinsuke saw potential 👀

Tatsuke, more known as TakaSaka, is one of my favorite ships in Gintama, it’s such a shame there’s so little content when it comes to this ship 🥺💔

Want vs Need

Headcanons of what they want in a partner and what they actually need in a partner.

Sohma Shigure x GN reader + Sohma Hatori x GN reader

CW: some mentions of sex

★~•~☆~°~★~•~MINORS DNI~°~★~•~☆~°~★

Want

He has a major savior complex. He wants to feel needed by someone as he thinks it reaffirms their love for him.

He comes off very sexual and would want someone who would feel comfortable being sexual as well.

However, he has a bad relationship with sex and will use it in a way that's transactional, so he might think he wants someone who is very sexual.

He's used to having power imbalances in the relationship he seeks, so he's become comfortable with treating relationships like a game.

Need

Someone really good at communicating. Shigure is always scheming and is a bit manipulative, so he needs someone who will be direct with him always to counter this.

Like before, he thinks he wants someone sexual, but he needs someone who has firm boundaries and will assert those.

Someone who's not afraid to be a little emotional.

An independent person is great but being able to lean on him a little would be good. Or even just giving him those little affirmations would boost his confidence in the relationship.

Being an extrovert would help form a good bond with him, but he enjoys quiet quality time with people so having an S/O who is able to balance that, he will appreciate it.

Someone who is an equal to him. If you can go toe to toe with him and intellectually challenge him, he would think that's fun. Of course, this would all have to be in good fun and not be about psychological warfare.

I think he really needs someone who would appreciate his cheesy romantic gestures and maybe even do some back. It would surprise him to have it returned. He's a hopeless romantic.

Want

Someone who is soft, kind, and warm, as well as reliable.

Someone who will accept him for who he is. In the most obvious sense, in terms of being a zodiac member, but also on a deeper level.

I think he would want someone who is intelligent, maybe even scholarly.

He seems to be attracted to people who have bright personalities or are a little on the extroverted side.

He's a soft sex kind of guy so he wouldn't want someone super kinky. He's vanilla as fuck and would want someone like that as well.

Need

Someone who knows how to loosen up a bit and have fun. Not anything super crazy, but enough to show him how to be free.

An S/O who doesn't mind not showing PDA. I think this is less about the zodiac curse and more about respecting his level of comfort. Although he does seem to like little touches here and there.

Someone who is confident and would be able to reaffirm him at times.

Someone who is able to make him laugh because he's always very serious and deserves to have a good laugh.

Hatori has a better grasp on healthy romantic relationships than Shigure does, but I think he would still benefit from someone who is independent but also not afraid to be a little emotional.

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

The one’s who can fly, should fly. There’s no need to be confined to the ground.

more kuro doods

hard sketch for my hero costume!!

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Selfie

— a comm for @introloves

This was so fun to draw!! Thank you for commissioning me

— “FIX UP, TAKE CARE.” + IZUKU MIDORIYA.

author’s note(s): hey besties, ive had this on the brain for a little bit and since we awn midoriya brain rot i thought why not? please enjoy ily

warning(s): smut, MDNI 18+, car sex, tummy bulges, breeding!kink, slight pregnancy!kink, milf fucking and mechanic!izuku, fem!reader.

mechanic!izuku fixes up your car real nice when you break down on the freeway— it’s the least he could do for a pretty thing such as yourself. he asks you a few things, a lot of things, as he works on whats under the hood— tinkering away while you scrape together the last of your cash to pay him.

you’re a teacher, you’ve got kids, newly divorced and were on the way home from grocery shopping so late at night— oh you poor pretty thing.

“‘m sorry,” you say defeated, tears written across galaxy eyes as you hold such a little amount of cash out to him and fuck if your pouty little face doesn’t make deku’s heart ache and his cock twitch between baggy, greasy denim. “this is all i have on me at the moment, i wish there was a better way to repay you.” emerald eyes can’t help but fall to the way you bite your lower lip, twitching with nervousness and rubbing your thighs together to seek warmth in the cold night air.

when deku looks up, only a few crystalline tears have landed on your baby fat cheeks and only then does he realise he’s fucked. that he’s realised how much he wants to make you cry. “don’t worry about it babydoll, i can think of a few ways we can cover it, whaddya say?” he hums, closing in on you like a fox on a lamb, his large hand brushing over your cheek with oil slicked hands, sweetly. and then you give him that gorgeous fucking smile and that’s how he knows he’s got to ruin you for everyone else.

so now you’re pressed up against back seat of your own car, dress flipped up over fleshy thighs thats spread as wide as they can go while izuku pounds into your cunt like nobody’s business. you’re so fucking tight, squeezing the dear life out of his sticky cock, so much so that it makes a lewd, dirty squelching sound every time his hips pull back from between your legs. “gee baby, the way you’re suckin me in, how long’s it been since you got fucked open like this?” midoriya coos, the hand he uses to steady himself on your (now steamy) car window coming down to brush the tears from your lashes, “has nobody been takin’ care of you baby? you’re such a good mommy, must be lookin’ our for so many people...someone outta look after you too right?”

your eyes gloss over at the pattern of his thrusts, in and out, in and out— prodding at your g-spot and cockhead dragging along your silky gummy walls. and then you’re gasping out for air when he pushes your legs up over your shoulders in the cramped space of your car, dick hitting deeper and jus brushing your cervix— so good, just like that.

“y-yes,” babbling lazily, you look to izuku with needy crossed eyes and a tongue that flops out against your puffy strawberry lips. “need s’mone to take care of me— wanna be looked af’ta,”

fuck, aren’t you the cutest little thing ever. his brain is fuzzy, not a thought in his head except for breeding you like you deserve, brain becoming murky as you moan and whimper and cry out for the mechanic like a prayer. izuku’s weighty cock aches inside of you, pressing up against all your sensitive spots while he eases it further into you— if you weren’t so tight he wouldn’t have to pull out so much , but your pretty little cunt is just crying to be stretched open, juices making a sloppy mess of his balls heavy with cum.

your back arches prettily for him, hips lifting off the seats and leaving a dark patch from where your syrupy pussy has stained the leather. the sight makes izuku’s breath hitch, fingers dropping between your bodies to draw smooth circles over your clit— getting you to leak more for him. “you want me to take care of you babydoll?” deku pants, eyes rolling from the feeling of your gooey slit beneath the pass of his fingers. you clamp down as he explores you, sensitive from the new touch and if his self control weren’t any better, he would have emptied inside you right then and there. “how ‘bout i breed this sweet hole of yours, make you a mommy— oh fuck, get you all pregnant ‘n look after you... fix your car, buy your groceries, you’d never have to worry about an’otha thing ever again baby,”

his words are broken up by harsh thrusts into your fluttering heat— he’s so close, you are too, dumbly drinking up everything he says. you plead for the life izuku conjured up in the middle of his sex haze and dig your nails deep into his freckled shoulders. who was he to ruin that dream for you? you were so touch starved and needy, you’d have to call him a villain for not pumping you full of his seed.

“i want it,” you simper, eyes screwing shut as tears sting down your cheeks and ruin your simple makeup. you’re so gorgeous when you’re ruined, a sweet little mommy begging for the basics. “give it to me,”

“yeah, don’chu worry little thing, ‘m gonna give it to you, all of it,” izuku thumbs over your stretch marks, the faded scars on your lower tummy while his cock bulges inside of you— evidence of your labour to bring children into the world. it’s the thought of you being swollen with his own kids that tips him over, warmth spilling into your welcoming walls as his cock pulses with release. you follow with a shout, creaming so much that you force his dick out of your wetness— twitching and drooling so bad you don’t even realise.

a mop of green hair falls lip at your neck, deku pushing his length through your slick folds, head prodding at your clit to draw out your high as you black at out— sticky sounds mingling with your pants and heaves. “that’s it sweet girl, look so good cummin’ on this cock, did so good for me,” he praises you, pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks and neck.

you whisper little thank you’s as deku pulls out and cleans you up nice enough to send you back to your kids, his heart aches at your pained whimper when your bodies part but it gives him time to admire your raw, leaky cunt as he does. you thank him again when he tells you how to keep your car running properly. you’re so precious, hiding your face from him when you’re standing outside the vehicle again, as if you weren’t begging to be bred inside of it while it shook from the sex.

“come down to my shop, whenever you need this thing fixed, kay?” deku hums, using a forefinger to tilt your head up to his. “or whenever you need someone to take care of you, i’d love to take you on a date sometime.”

your body flushes with heat and you nod eagerly, scribbling your number down fast and telling the mechanic to call you after eight pm, the kids will be asleep by then. izuku parts from you with a sloppy slot of his mouth against yours, he promises to call— he wouldn’t mind fixing up ‘n taking care of a sweet thing like you.

— 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.

characters: bokuto, daishou, goshiki, matsukawa, meian

a/n: *yelling like a hawker* big breeder balls! get your big breeder balls here!

content warnings for each character at the beginning of their respective section!

contains 18+ content. minors dni or i will cry.

— 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨.

cw: cumplay, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, princess (cunt) used once (1)

he's almost scared to let you touch his balls— they're so big, so heavy, so fucking sensitive

it all comes to a head one day when you find him curled up in bed, hand running feather-light over his balls as he sobs and twitches

the towel under his hips is nearly soaked through with the amount of cum that he's milked from himself, and you have to consciously prevent yourself from walking over and licking it all up

he's a little mortified that you've walked in to see him like this, but you soon show him just how much you love his fat balls, situating yourself between his thick thighs and lapping over his cum-covered skin

he loses track of how much he cums that night, but when he wakes up, he's shocked at how good it feels for his balls to be empty— he's dealt with the heavy fullness for so long that he didn't even realize how much it hurt until you helped him out

what he doesn't realize (and he quickly discovers) is that the relief only lasts for a couple of hours before his balls feel uncomfortably tight and achy again

what else can he do but ask his baby to help him out again?

the sensitive underside of bokuto's shaft drags against your nose, and you nearly pass out from arousal when a growl rips from his chest. you've always loved it when your daddy rides your face— his thighs make perfect earmuffs, his cock rests nice and heavy against your cheek, and his balls are so nice to suck on. plus, you get to make your daddy feel good, and there's truly no better feeling in the world.

"fuck, princess— you're making daddy's balls feel so good, so good— take it, take it, take it—" bokuto humps your face, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. "'m gonna cum again—!"

sure enough, his cum splatters across your face, adding to the mess that he'd made with his previous orgasms, and he bucks his hips weakly, drawing out his pleasure as long as he can. his thick thighs bracket your face, and the smell of his musk makes your eyes roll back in your head. he's dizzyingly hot as he drags his balls over your face and smears his cum all over your skin, and you think you could die happy like this.

his balls twitch once, twice, against the desperate laving of your tongue, and he groans, the sound rumbling through your body, before he pulls off. the whine you let out is mortifying—or it would be, if you were any less aroused.

"daddy, why'd you take them away?" you pout as he crawls off your face, and he grins, settling himself between your legs and licking a line of his own cum off your cheek. his big, rough hands spread you wide, and you're suddenly aware of how exposed you are, how filthy you look. the heated drag of his gaze over your drooling pussy doesn't help the slight sting of humiliation, but the way he teases the head of his leaking cock over your slit makes your brain shudder and shut down, all worries forgotten in favor of focusing on how good the tip of his fat cock feels between your lips.

"i had to save some cum for my sweet little princess cunt, didn't i?" he pushes in, and you're lost to the delicious, overwhelming stretch of his cock against your plush walls. "after all, what kind of daddy would i be if i didn't breed you full?"

— 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮.

cw: cockwarming, slight consensual somnophilia, cumplay, daddy kink

he likes it when you keep his balls warm his your mouth, especially when his cock is soft

he just thinks it's so cute how your eyes go hazy and blissed-out as you mouth over his sensitive skin

the way you nuzzle against the undersize of his soft cock is even cuter, and needless to say, he doesn't stay soft for long

it becomes a weekend routine between the two of you, and he loves how casual it feels to put on some movie that you both love and push you between his thick thighs

sometimes, you'll fall asleep with his balls in your mouth, and he can't help but think you look absolutely beautiful, eyelids fluttering and face illuminated by the soft light of the television

he'll gently shake you awake as he cums all over your face— he can't resist how you blink up at him, all dazed and sleepy, as he coats your face in his thick, sticky seed

don't worry— he'll help you clean it up after, pulling you into his lap and licking your face clean even as his cock throbs inside of you

he'll cum again with the taste of his own cum on his tongue, his cock as deep inside you as he can get it

he always tells you that those are the best orgasms— nothing feels better to him than getting to breed his baby nice and full

"suguru?" you're aware of something heavy and warm falling out of your mouth at the words, and something inside of your mourns the loss even as you blink up at him, slightly disoriented. upon second glance, you realize that you've fallen asleep on his balls again, and you sigh, nuzzling your face back into his lap and letting his precum smear over your cheek.

"good morning, baby." daishou's hand pets gently over your hair, but his voice is strained as you take his balls back into your mouth where they belong. "or technically, good evening."

you're not too worried about the technicalities of time— not when his balls are so warm and full in your mouth, and his cock is so nice and heavy across your face— so you hum in response, eyes fluttering back closed at his choked groan. "mmmm."

it's nice. you don't have to worry about much when you're like this. all you need to focus on is maintaining the gentle suction around your boyfriend's balls and luxuriating in the deep, breathy groans that rumble through his chest.

"what a good pet," he murmurs. "hand?"

hand—? oh. you reach your hand up for him, and he laces your fingers together tightly as the sensitive underside of his cock drags against your skin, smearing his pre-cum over your cheek.

"fuck, that's it," he groans, his grip on your hand tightening. "wait—" his voice takes on a note of panic, but his free hand goes to the back of your head, forcing his twitching balls further into your mouth. "wait, please, don't wanna cum yet, baby, please—!"

you manage to pull off, but it's too late, and he cries out, his cock kicking as he spills all over your face. your free hand massages his balls on instinct, leaving his cock untouched, and he whimpers as you roll his sensitive sac between your fingers.

"you're so pretty when you cum, daddy." you nuzzle your head against his thigh and run a single finger over the sensitive skin of his sac, careful to keep his cum from staining his pants, "always so pretty, and it's all for me."

his muscles twitch under your gentle, teasing touch, and he hauls you up, manhandling you into his lap. he's still hard— you didn't expect anything less— and he laps at your face with his tongue as his cock splits you wide open, moaning at the taste of his own cum.

"yeah? you think daddy's pretty when he cums for you?" it would sound cocky if his eyes weren't glued to the place where his cock disappears inside of you. "i think we can arrange for that to happen again. let me breed you this time, baby. i promise i'll make more of those pretty faces that you like so much."

well... when he puts it like that, how can you resist?

— 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢.

cw: cumplay, multiple orgasms, brief explanation of the male refractory period

okay, first off— he's got the prettiest balls. they're so smooth and fat and round— nobody can blame you for needing them in your mouth or slapping against your skin as often as possible

he’s just so cute— even when he’s topping/domming you, he can’t help but cum nearly instantly inside of you

he just feels too good! it’s not his fault!

don’t worry though!! his balls are much too heavy and full to only cum once!!

he has no idea just how lovely his balls are- he thinks everyone needs to cum over and over and over again to get any sort of relief

he’ll beg you to squeeze him harder, to take him deeper, to milk him dry. all he wants is to finally stop aching, and his brain goes blanker and dumber with every orgasm until he's mindless and fucked-stupid over you

he gets addicted to sensation of cum dripping out of his cock, and he’ll go absolutely feral whenever he remembers the sheer bliss of his balls emptying inside of you

"i'm cumming—!" goshiki shudders over you, his hands digging into your hips. "fuuuuck."

already? sure enough, you can feel him spilling messily inside of you, painting your insides white. his cum feels nice as it coats your walls, but a part you can't help but be a little bit disappointed. goshiki isn't inexperienced by any means— he'd proved it with how he'd eaten you out earlier— and you had expected him to last a little longer than 2 minutes.

still, you tamp down your disappointment and kiss him gently, hoping he can't hear the resignation in your voice. at least you'd gotten off on his tongue earlier— that had been a really good orgasm, and the way he'd forced your thighs open to let him continue ravaging your cunt would stay in your mind forever.

"yeah? you like my tight little pussy? feels good, tsutomu— you really bred me nice and full." you wince— you've never heard less-convincing dirty talk in your life— but it's too late to change your tone now. you go to wriggle out from under him, but he stops you, a confused look on his face.

"where are you going? i haven't even made you cum yet!" still, he backs away, lets you go, his cock slipping out of your pussy. "i mean, if you don't want to keep going, i guess it's fine..."

it's ridiculous how cute this absolute giant of a man can be when he pouts, and he pulls you up off the bed and into his arms. he leans in close, letting you feel his breath against the shell of your ear. "...but i was really looking forward to feeling you cum around my cock."

"doesn't—? doesn't it hurt for guys to cum more than once?" you try desperately to keep your train of thought, but his voice in your ear combined with the feeling of his cum dripping out of your pussy distracts you, and you feel your brain go a little hazy. "don't wanna make you hurt, 'tomu."

"what kind of guys have you been sleeping with? can't cum more than once?" any aura of sex appeal he might have had disappears, and he looks at you, genuinely confused. "how are they satisfied with just one? i have to jack off at least three times before my balls stop aching, and even then, they're still super heavy!"

it's your turn to stare back at him, nonplussed. "tsutomu. people with penises typically have a refractory period of around 15 minutes, meaning they can't cum more than once every 15 minutes without feeling pretty intense overstimulation. from what i've heard, it can get really painful."

"...huh. that sounds disappointing." his still-hard cock bobs up and down once, as if agreeing, and your eyes lock on the bead of pre-cum that trails down his shaft.

"yeah, tell me about it. it sucked— wait, 'tomu—!" if you'd been paying any more attention, you wouldn't have missed the glint in his eye, but as it is, he takes you by surprise, and you squeak as he manhandles you back down on the bed, looming over you.

"i'm sorry that the men you slept with before were weak. let me make it up to you, baby." he ruts his cock against you, moaning in your ear. "'m not gonna stop until you're begging me to— gonna make sure i fill your empty little pussy just how you've always wanted. sound good?"

— 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚.

cw: mating press, vibrators, daddy kink, bondage

he loves to use you like a little cumdump

when you both have days off, he’ll ease you into a mating press and tie you up just like that, making sure that the ropes are nice and comfy against your skin

he keeps a nice, vibrating plug inside of you while he works

when he's feeling a little tense, he'll push open the door to your bedroom and unplug you, only jerk off into your sweet, pulsing hole

he doesn't even give you the pleasure of feeling his thick cock stretching you out— he'll ease the tip into your pussy and fill you up just like that

you're just a little hole meant for carrying his cum, after all— you haven't earned the his cock, not yet

by the end of the day, though, his balls are still ridiculously heavy, and he'll finally, finally fuck you deep

his cum spills out of you with every thrust of his hips, but don't worry— after he milks his balls nice and empty, he'll finger all of the rest back into your pussy

he can't have you wasting any of his cum, after all

"you ready for another load, baby?" matsukawa's voice startles you out of your haze, and you just barely manage to focus your eyes on his pretty, smirking face. "your daddy's feeling real stressed— 'm really pent-up today."

the familiar schlick-schlick-schlick of his hand on his cock fills the room, blending with the buzz of the vibrator inside of you in a lewd symphony. you whine, overwhelmed and overstimulated but still so desperate.

he'd already cum inside of you at least four times in the past couple of hours, and while you loved the feeling of his cum spreading inside of you, it was wholly, completely unsatisfying. no matter how much you begged, he refused to fuck you, choosing to jerk off on your pussy and finger his cum back into you instead. you've been patient, you've been a good girl, but now— now, you've had enough, and you can't stop your outburst. "daddy, no!"

he raises a single eyebrow at you, letting go of his cock and turning down your vibrator. the resulting silence is deafening, and you're all too aware of how exposed you are. if he would just reach out and unplug you...

"no, baby? you don't want my cum?" he sighs, long and exaggerated, before going back to palming his cock. "and here i was about to fuck it into your ungrateful little cunt. i guess i'll just... let it go to waste."

true to his word, his hand speeds back up on his cock, and he groans, loud and showy. it's not a bluff— he's left you wet and wanting before— and you practically fall over yourself to apologize, your tone going frantic and panicked as you watch his cock drool precum.

"no, daddy, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, i didn't mean it— 'm sorry." to your horror, you can't stop the sobs from welling up in your throat, and your voice breaks as you plead with him. "daddy... i— i need you, i still feel so empty."

the way you're tied doesn't allow for much freedom of movement, but it's enough to let you spread your own pussy open with your fingers, exposing your creaming cunt to his heated gaze. "will you please fill me up again?"

that gets his attention, and his face softens even as he zeroes in on the way your walls flutter around the plug. "oh, sweetheart. all you had to do was ask."

— 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧.

cw: daddy kink, breeding kink, wet + messy, mommy kink, praise kink

he’s such a gentle daddy, but nothing- nothing- gets him worked up more than the thought of breeding you nice and full

he’ll keep a little pillow under your hips to make sure that his cum stays nice and deep inside of you- you always swear you can feel it dripping into your womb with how much he stuffs you

he won’t stop fucking you even after he cums once- he loves the mess that forms between your bodies as his cum overflows out of your cute little pussy

he especially loves when his cum drips down and coats his balls- he always fucks you hard enough that his balls slap against your skin, and feeling of his thick, sticky cum coating the both of you only makes everything more sensitive

for him, the messier he can get you, the better— it always makes his balls throb when he watches his cum spill out of you in a thick, creamy mess

the head of meian's cock stretches your poor, abused pussy wide open, and you cry out, already shaking from overstimulation. you've lost count of how many times meian's cum inside of you tonight— all you know is the dirty grind of his hips, the delicious drag of his cock against your fluttering walls. "daddy, daddy, 's too much, i can't—!"

"yes, you can, my love," he rumbles in your ear, balls slapping against your ass with every devastating thrust. "you're such a good girl for me— my cock's fuckin' melting in this tight pussy, shit."

the praise has you drooling under him, and you cling to his broad shoulders as he cums again, right up against the entrance to your cervix. your hand scrabbles across the bedsheets, searching for something, and meian chuckles, a little breathless, before guiding your hand down to feel how heavy his balls still are.

"is this what you wanted to check, princess? wanted to see if daddy's balls were empty?" he gently nudges your hand away before rocking into you again. "don't worry— daddy's still got plenty of cum left for that greedy little pussy."

it's too full— you're too full— but he doesn't stop, and his cum spills out of your pussy as he continues to grind the head of his cock right up against your cervix. you're physically unable to fit any more of his thick, potent seed inside, and he frowns slightly at the way his cum leaks out of you, creamy and messy, before he grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips to help you keep it all inside.

"don't waste it, sweetheart. gonna breed you so good, gonna make you a mommy." he finally slows down, pulling out of you and spreading your pussy wide with his fingers, just to see how much cum he's fucked into you. "look at how messy this pussy is for daddy— can you feel my cum dripping right into your womb, baby?"

it's a nonsensical question, but just as you're about to tell him so, he shoves back into you roughly, quite literally fucking your thoughts out of your brain. "d-daddy—!"

his cum and your slick mix, coating your puffy clit, his aching balls, and running down your ass. it's absolutely filthy, and you love it.

"what is it, baby? what do you need?"

"breed me again! breed me, breed me, breed me," you nearly wail when he lifts up your legs and presses them close to your chest, letting him stretch you that much wider, fill you that much deeper.

"there she is— there's my good fuckin' girl. can't ever say no to you, not when you beg so pretty." your head buzzes, goes blank, as he captures your lips in an incongruously sweet kiss, and the lewd, wet slapping of his skin against yours begins to fill the room again.

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Sorry to bother you with my thoughts but i REALLY want to jerk a mouthy boy’s off in a locker room/public bathroom/changing room or anywhere semi public and having his shirt rolling up so he can bite on the hem of his own shirt to muffle his noises ya know 😐 your hand lazily stroking his cock as you tell him to be still (but you secretly love the way his shaky thighs trying to keep himself standing straight) and your hand that’s toying with his nipple move to wipe his falling tears 😐 i am thinking 😐 anyways can i be your regular anon dhdhdj

WARNINGS: nsfw, (18+) mdni. handjob, public sex, bodily fluids, bondage.

SUB!OIKAWA X DOM!READER

handjob in the locker room — headcanons.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: NO BC I’VE HAD OIKAWA BRAINROT FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS, SO BRAIN IMMEDIATELY GOES TO HIM!!1!2!2!2!

anyway, next time you come around, i’ll brainrot with you, but for now, here are some hcs/drabble thingies. 😎

SIDE NOTE: these r quick, and reader gets edged at the end HEHAHEHA

࿐ OIKAWA TŌRU — gym locker room;

“don’t fucking move, tōru.”

his drool was coating the fabric of his volleyball jersey, his whimpers muffled by it. heavy breaths echoed in the corner you two were standing in as he groaned, the wall of lockers barely shielding you from the entrance.

his arms were tied behind his back with your belt, the material digging into his wrists he pulled at it, arching his back, leaning his head against your shoulder.

as he stood, your arms looped through his, your chest pressed against back, and yours against the lockers.

your fingers dragged up and down his shaft, listening to his pretty moans as he bucked into your fist, watching as his hot pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

all the while, your other hand teased his nipples, pinching the sensitive bud between your index and thumb, gently rolling it, feeling him flinch in your arms.

you thought you could hear oikawa’s team asking where he was, if only his moans weren’t so damn loud.

the handle of the door clicked, and the sound of the creaking hinges startled you both. however, you still wanted to play.

“oikawa, are you in here? we’re ready to start practice.” one of his teammates asked, his voice booming throughout the — now — quiet room. other than the sticky sounds of tōru’s cum being used as lubricant for your hand.

leaning down, smiling as your lips grazed the crook of his neck, you parted them, grazing his pale skin with your teeth.

“be quiet, baby.. don’t wanna get caught in such an embarrassing position..” your low voice rumbles into his ear.

picking up the pace of your hand, you stroke his cock faster, rubbing circles into his tip as you did so. his thighs began to shake as he held his breath, face turning red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

his body involuntarily thrusted into the pressure of your tight fist, coaxing his orgasm to come faster. as he did so, a quick little whimper left his throat.

“or do you want to get caught? gonna cum while your friend’s in here, tōru? want him to see what a mess you are, watch you cum?” you coo, teasing him, but to your surprise, he nodded.

“what a dirty little whore you are..”

5/3/21

𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 / 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣

hi dearies!

the last time i spread the word it was a while ago so i figured i’d promote the discord server i’ve made again!

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are you perhaps a corpse x reader reader and you want recommendations for new stories or you want to talk with the people who write these stories?

then this server is for you!

it’s a really chill place to make friends and connect over corpse in general and corpse x reader stories!

hope to see you there 💖

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you're so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors Note: So Im debating whether to write the next part or keep it smau based. I think itll be written atleast a little bit since its the first meeting. But anyhoo, lemme know what you think!

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After the Licensing Exam

after the licensing exam by eddiesspaghetti

a look into how the events that took place during/after the licensing exam effected Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of growing together (bnha)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: todoroki shouto has bpd, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Iida Tenya, Trans Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya Has PTSD, Autistic Iida Tenya, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097981

shigaraki likes it when you pull his hair.

he’s never going to admit it, but when your fingernails scratch the scalp at the back of his neck, when you tug just a little too hard, he goes feral.

maybe it’s the burn at the root of his hair, or the threat of baring his neck to you, but it turns him on - he growls, tipping his chin up to you and esxposing rough, cut flesh along his jawline, in a vicious salute to your gall.

he’ll hiss cruel words, ask, “is that how you wanna play, bitch?” and claw at your body like you claw at his, fucking a second load of come into your battered pussy. he’s careful not to let the fifth finger drop, drawing blood beneath his jagged nails while he pounds into your cunt, dick throbbing as you stake your claims upon each other’s bodies.

🥵🥵 I don't need to add anything to this sweet fantasy, but I'll just say I would mark that man's neck up so quick, and happily let him leave hickeys and bites all over me. Like please sir

commission for: @kattsamu, @chaotickatts thank you SO MUCH for being so patient with me my love, it means the world.

this is a commission, body type described, skin color also mentioned.

hard dom! sakusa + daddy! sakusa + impact play + praise + pet names + impact play + oral fixation + creampie + f! reader

— word count; 2.2k

he loves you. sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you when he reaches out to you past the first couple of dates, swallowing down the shake of anxiety with the thought of you possibly saying no, but you never do.

he knows he loves you when he finds comfort in the way he wraps thick arms around the warmth of your body, even on days where the distaste for any contact weighs heavy- he finds his way to you, wanting to bury a masked face to your neck right after practice, knowing you’re there with open arms. 

even past the fabled honeymoon phase- sakusa kiyoomi is still irrevocably in love with you.

Keep reading

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

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hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

Dionysus’ ABCs

okay so normally we don’t write for Mr. D. I think the person who requested this was thinking of a different Dionysus??? We don’t write Hades (the game) fics here, or Blood of Zeus. We weren’t sure, so I wrote serious ABC’s for April fools for this man. 

ALSO, YOU ARE BOTH ADULTS IN THIS FIC BECAUSE WE DO NOT CONDONE OTHERWISE. DIONYSUS IS OLD.

Pairing: Dionysus (Mr. D) x reader Request: If you write for him, do you think I could request dionysus ABC’s? Warnings: I mention being tipsy, mention of death, some cuss words. Word count: 1.5k

- Asja

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Alpha Nanami x Small Omega reader x Alpha Gojo

Normally, having two alphas surrounding you constantly would throw any omega off and have them running for the hills, but things felt natural with the three of you- your scents mixed in together so well, you all got along great too and when you were with them you felt safe, which is probably why you didn’t act surprised when your cheeks began warming around the two alphas, why you didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that you had the urge to have their scents on you and vice versa. you didn’t actually think they liked you back, you figured it was a fantasy- a far off dream. two alphas sharing one omega never usually worked out. 

so when they both arrived at your apartment, Gojo holding a blanket they had both scented, Nanami holding a large bouquet of roses, you were extremely shocked. Nanami stuttered for the first time ever when he announced that him and Gojo were interested in courting you. of course you accepted and ever since then you three had been living as mates. you guys shared everything now since you began living together.

a bedroom, credit cards, cars and for Nanami and Gojo that also meant you. 

They had prepped you all night fingers gently fingering your untouched asshole, stretching the ring of muscle as much as they could, adding more fingers until they felt you were ready, they slipped in a cute butt plug and left it in overnight in preparation for the next day. Nanami laid underneath you while you were on all fours on top of him. lube dribbled out of your ass as it clenched and unclenched in excitement, you heard Gojo curse under his breath at the sight, he gathered the lube up on his thumb and pressed it back inside your ass, back arching into his touch you gave him a small whimper of “please” before he lined the head of his cock up to your loosened asshole, he slowly pushed inside of you and you could feel your legs shake, clit throb from the foreign feeling. Once he was fully inside of you, his hand found your tummy and rubbed it gently, thumb running over the bulge his cock left your tummy.

“Fuck-..your little ass is taking me so well princess” He groaned, you could feel the large cock twitch inside of you. Nanami let out a sigh before lining his cock up with your cunt’s entrance, the hole dripping enough to leave a puddle of slick on the sheets underneath you, he slowly pushed his cock inside of you and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. you could feel the way the two men’s lengths rubbed against each other through the barrier that separated them. 

“So good, you’re doing so so well baby girl” Nanami whispered out, massaging your hips gently, waiting for you to give them the okay to begin moving. 

You gave a needy whine and they didn’t waste anymore time, their hips slowly began moving, creating a smooth rhythm, every time Nanami pulled out Gojo was thrusting in, the pleasure had their names falling out of your mouth repeatedly, you fell forward face landing on Nanami’s chest. Gojo’s hands gripped your waist and he began thrusting harder, you felt your abused rim burn deliciously when his cock pulled out, Nanami’s thrusts became faster, angling his hips he managed to hit that soft spot in your cunt that had your entire body shake in pleasure. 

“Hows your little cunt feel, hm? Nami’ fucking you up real good?” You heard Gojo ask with a particularly hard thrust, your only response was a long drawn out moan. 

“No one else would be able to take us, you’re so so amazing princess” Gojo groans, his thrusts becoming more sloppy, Nanami’s fingers find your clit rubbing the aching bud in circles, your head tosses back as your fingers run through the blondes hair pulling at the strands. 

“feels good!” you say, hips unsure of wether to grind backwards against Gojo or downwards against Nanami. you instead opt to raise your hips higher in the air as your orgasm wracks through your body, your cunt squeezes around Nanami causing him to let out a small moan of your name before you can feel the base of his cock swell with his knot. his hips halt their movements and you can feel the warm cum pour into your cunt, Gojo isn’t too far behind, hips slowing as he feels his knot inflate catching your rim. a hand is placed on your stomach and presses down against the bump in your belly. 

“fuck look at you princess, your little body gettin’ flooded with our cum, ‘s cute” Gojo said, hips desperate to keep moving despite the knot, you fully fell forward on Nanami, the blonde sitting up in a more comfortable position cradling you in his arms while Gojo massaged your back soothingly whispering how good you felt and how proud they are of you into your ear. 

one of the reasons those ‘fanfiction isn’t on the same level as REAL books’ posts are so dumb specifically is where we see this conversation play out. someone says ‘fanfiction isn’t REAL literature’, someone disagrees with them or tries to present examples of ‘real’ books being transformative to some degree, and then the op replies with ‘i don’t know how to tell you this but your 40k word omegaverse destiel coffee shop fanfiction isn’t the same as dante’s inferno’ like what a brilliant take. what a genius take. what a genius thing to say that’s very motivated by intellectual honesty. incredible