Your Tags Are Making My Day Man

Your tags are making my day man 💖

I hope your pillow is cold on both sides

THANK YOU SO MUCH I ADORE YOUR WORK PLEASE KEEEP IT UP 🩵🩵🩵

OH MY GOOOD

Jonathan's large, warm hands rest shakily on your hips as you sit upon his lap. His massive thighs make for a perfect seat for you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest to his as you capture him in a kiss. His breath shakes and he tastes of sweet honeyed tea. Jonathan's lips are plush and they so perfectly fit against yours. He makes you dizzy, your heart beating out of your chest as you continue to assult his senses.

You can feel the heat of his blush radiating from his cheeks. A chuckle escapes you, no matter how often you kiss him your husband is always a touch shy.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, groaning into his mouth. Its so hot and its only getting worse. You feel yourself growing breathless, the two of you panting through your noses as you both deepen the kiss. One of Jonathan's hands wraps around the back of your head, keeping you firmly against his mouth. You gasp, and with a gentle push Jonathan takes advantage of your parted lips. Slipping his tounge inside your mouth, his velvet touch making you whine as he licks your kiss bitten lips.

You tug his teresses earning an almost whimper.

Jonathan parts from you panting hard. He rests his forehead against your collarbone, breathing hotly onto your chest.

"Fuck darling,"

27 for Diavolo if it’s okay with you? It’s a cute prompt. :)

Of course!!!

18+ only Minors Do Not Interact

Diavolo x reader

Cw: restraints, use of gags, blindfolds,

Enoy! 💖💖 (promts closed)

A shiver went up your spine as you listened to Diavolo's slow and steady foot falls behind you. You twist your head to try to follow his movements, listening carefully to the sound of rustling fabric as he undresses.

You strain against your tied wrists. Them being behind your back makes it difficult to move. Face down, ass up and panties pushed into your mouth so as to silent your needy cries. You cant help but whine as you struggle. Wishing to touch your lover and make him feel as good as he makes you.

Diavolo chuckles darkly, the matress dipping as he settles behind you. Hands rubbing along your hips as you shiver beneath his calloused touch. You whine as lube drips onto your aching hole, a single one of his fingers swirling around it.

"Youre so cute when youre nervous, bambino" his voice is a low rumble and your hips buck into his fingers as he preps you. Diavolo is tortureous, pressing against your inner walls just to hear your muffled moans

Your panties have long since been soaked with your drool. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every pass of his fingers. Your nails dig into your palms as you fuck yourself back against your Don's hand.

Diavolo pulls his fingers out, letting the mixture of lube and slick drip down your parter thighs. He scoots closer, the head of his cock kissing your entrance while you wiggle your hips. Hoping he'll catch and slide home.

"Ah ah, sweetheart. If you want my cock you'll have to beg for it." Diavolo smirks, his hand lifting your jaw so you can see him at the edge of your vision. He eyes the panties stuffed in your mouth "nice and clear now"

if you don't booyah back i am killing both of us

✧*̥˚ Weather Report x M!Reader Who Stims (HC) *̥˚✧

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ This is before he gets his memory back ☁️˚｡ ➶˚┊

(Sort of made this for myself lol) 🌧 Weather thinks it's very endearing when you stim. He smiles whenever you do it. 🌧 Will blush if you start stimming on him (eg: petting his hat or something like that). He loves you so much and will give you a hug if you do so. 🌧 He doesn't mind whatever sort of stims you do, he occasionally stims himself too (my little hc for him hsdsj) and it makes him happy to know you do so aswell. 🌧 He just loves you with all of his heart and he never wants to let you go <3

How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.