#I felt pretty weak for a while so it was good to have extra time to rest

[pain-in-the-butler]

yesterday was the 15th anniversary of me officially being in the fandom!

here's to fifteen years of forcing people to read my kuroshit 😌

[hitomisuzuya]

SUZU!!! I wanna say that your writing is so NGHH my go-to scaraspice writers 10/10 Can I request balladeer Scara (Like in the official Genshin universe when he's still in the Fatui) breeding us till he's all sweaty and panting? Like they're trying to see if he can actually produce offspring so they just fuck till they find out one day You're amazing, Suzu. Remember to take breaks and care for yourself! Have a great day/night!! <3

fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. breeding kink. degradation. multiple creampie. feral!scaramouche.

fatui scara has that extra mmm😳 everyone, feel free to listen to animal by magnolia park while reading. and thank you🥺 i am actually terrified of you all losing interest 😅

scaramouche is a man hell bent on one mission. and one mission only.

to fuck a baby inside of you.

he never even gave a shred of thought to such a weak, human need. until he met you. now the thought consumed him. breeding a baby inside of you would be the biggest fuck you to his..creator. abandoned at birth for crying, thought to be inadequate.

it would scream: look at what i did! he could kill two birds with one stone. giving his mother the middle finger, all while taking care of you and fucking you so good until you were dumb and drooling, his cum dripping from your cunt.

how that for inadequacy?!

he wasn't sure how many times his cock ribboned cum inside of you. panting and breathless, he would just reposition you and stuff his cock back inside of you.

flipping you over, he pulled your hips up and smacked your ass before bullying his cock back inside of you from behind. "i promise i'll fucking show her," he groaned, bottoming out with a languid stroke that made your finger nails claw into the sheets, "i'll fuck you so full, your pretty cunt won't be able to hold it all."

his cock made unholy noises squelching in and out of you. you buried your face in the pillows, pushing back against his cock as drool soaked onto the pillow. you'd been stuck in the same blissful cycle for what felt like hours.

your cervix was bound to be bruised, he is fucking you that keep. but you didn't care. the feeling of him devouring you felt too good. he more than made sure you were cumming hard on his cock before filling you. rinse and repeat.

"my lord, please! fuck me harder!" you cried out, breathless from your next orgasm already knotting intensely inside of you. "i can barely breathe!" you managed behind your moans. your overstimulated walls clutched like a glove around his cock.

scaramouche laughed drunkenly hearing you cry out his rightful title as lord. it made his cock pulse harder between your gummy walls. "shh, it's okay, kitten," he purred, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head up.

outside his tent, he was pretty sure his subordinates could hear how good he was fucking you.

you mewled as your walls squeezed tighter on his cock from the rough treatment. his tongue flicked out along the shell of your ear. "you just keep crying for me like a whore while i fuck you fuller," his hips snapped into yours with a vigor that wasn't going to fade.

his body shuddered in pleasure, wishing he could reach down and caress your stomach, feeling the deep buldge of his cock. he has to be thorough so your belly will swell with child.

he drooled at the thought, smacking his hand across your hair. his bangs clung sweaty to his forehead as he pumped his cock inside of you. his body was burning with the ache to cum inside of you more. "i'll fucking knock you up like i promised. make you my wife. how does that sound, slut?" he moaned, pinching and playing with one of your nipples.

he couldn't believe you and your pretty pussy were tempting him to something as human as marriage. but he never felt so sure of something in his life. he is so fucking in love in hurt. it was almost disgusting to him.

you only moaned louder. "please! please, that's what i want. so so much..." you babbled, reaching down to rub your clit to show how badly you want those things. how badly you want him.

your fierce declaration made his cock spurt cum inside of you, a satisfied groan sounding from him as he curved your back down. he groped around on your stomach, pushing on the buldge.

your orgasm jolted through you, tearing a near scream of pleasure from your throat. your body felt limp, your walls fluttering around his cock as he fucked his cum relentlessly up inside of you. he batted your hand away from your clit.

he delivered a soothing pinch before circling his thumb around the swollen bud. pulling out half way, your toes curled as he slowly pushed himself back in. "another. it isn't enough," he hissed, hastily pulling out and rolling you over onto your back.

you were trembling, and exhausted. lost in a haze of fucked out bliss. you nodded, barely able to sit up and place a few, submissive licks on his mouth. an action that made his cock harder.

you dedicated yourself to pleasing him with every fiber of his being. because he deserves it. he knew he deserved it. that much was evident as he smirked down at you.

rest assured he will have fucked you full five more times before you took that first pregnancy test.

[dragonsoulage]

Toji as your bully - headcanon

Hello friendos, this time enjoy some bully!Toji headcanons that drift to be a little suggestive 🌚🌚 idk I just felt I want to write that. Like we all need to agree you are to cute and Toji being mean? Who wouldn’t have weak knees then? 💀✨🤌🏻 so enjoy ♥️

Warnings: mean Toji obviously, fingering, degrading, doggystyle, smūt, mentions of squirting, he likes to smack your ass but no actual spanking here included

- Bully!Toji who was teamed up with you simply because you were oh, so good in every class. Although so many mean girls, made fun of you and he liked taunting and teasing you. He always thought you were a cute little thing.

- Bully!Toji who sat with you in the quiet library as you seriously tried to explain something to him. All he could do was giving you a mean smirk when he noticed how you stuttered over your words, because of his green eyes devouring you whole.

„Keep talking miss-oh-so-clever."

-Bully!Toji who is more than eager to get his hands on you whenever you needed to teach him. Not that he listens. Too distracted to watch you shy away. Who grabs you to sit on his lap and keep reading. Fully aware how you would end up stuttering.

-Bully!Toji who is so mean to you when he inhales your scent. „What kitten lost her tongue? Keep talking, pretty. Or did your brain went off when I touch you?" he snickered peeking over your shoulder. Large hands on the sides of your thighs.

-Bully!Toji who always does it now, likes how you squirmed away but never said anything against it. How cute you tried to keep reading the boring text book or when you explained something. All he wanted was to hear that sweet voice, breathy and needy.

-Bully!Toji who had let his hand wander inside your panties, under your skirt, while sitting on his lap. Right underneath the table. Thick fingers finding your cute pussy. Already a little wet. So he turned you on?

„Oh look at that, smart girl got soaked panties, you get off on me teasing you?" before fingers rubbed oh, so slowly over your poor throbbing clit.

-Bully!Toji who loved how you tried so hard, to not moan. How you tried to even pull his fingers away from you, but only turning wetter. „Nah ah, you were told to teach me, keep teaching me, Miss clever girl." he warned right in your ear before two digits worked their way inside you. Making you keen and grabbing the edge of the table.

-Bully!Toji who suddenly always gets on time since he managed to make you fall over your words when he fingered you. Who wants even extra learning sessions, just with you.

Making fun of you when you tried to keep quiet, when he pressed his muscled chest against your back, while scissoring his fingers inside you, underneath the table

"Come on, say something clever, girl. Or are you afraid to be loud?" he said with a sneer, plastered on his lips, licking over his scar.

-Bully!Toji who ends up bringing you home just so he could grab your chin in front of your door.

"Next time, I teach you something, ya?" making you confuse, as you pulled your eyebrows together and asking what he wanted to teach you. "How to squirt properly on my fingers, a good girl should be able to, you know." he replied as if he wouldn't just tell you that straight. Making you scold him, so cute.

-Bully!Toji who said:"Spare the scolding, after all you are my study partner now." was all he said, before simply pulling you closer on your chin and kissing you, totally aware your dad would see this through the window. A laugh rumbled in his chest, when he heard your dad complain, about touching his daughter.

- Bully!Toji who makes you warm his cock now every time you were to meet up for learning. Making you mewl when just the half was inside, so thick and girthy stretching your tight passage out. When you told him it is too much, he only holds you on your hips up high, so easy to lift you. "Shut up, sweetheart, we both know that cunt can take that. And you want me to have good grades, don't you?" teasing you, fully aware he wouldn't be any better in any tests. Before, he slowly helped you to fit fully. His own mind in a haze when he felt how good you felt. How he could make the cute, clumsy girl, that was so clever, cock warming him. 

-Bully!Toji who fucks you so mean from behind while making you do his college work. "Keep typing, baby. Needs to be done by tomorrow. And I get this pussy done. Fuck...you feel so good around me. Who could know nerdy girls would fuck so good." he said, while you struggled to type with the laptop, when he was feeding you his fat inches of cock. Making you drool and cross-eyed.

-Bully!Toji who gives you a smack on your ass every time you stopped typing for too long. "Aww, Miss Perfect failed to think further. Keep going, sugar." he urged you to, smacking your ass again leaving a hand print on your soft creamy skin, before soothing it with his hand.

Bullying his thick cock head between your wet folds, over and over again...

- Bully!Toji, who suddenly loves studying so much more than before when it means he gets to have you in all angles he wanted, noticing how wet you got when he taunted you, how sloppy your pussy turned, how ashamed you looked when he called you his clever little bitch

[aemndxx]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ princess treatment.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ i srsly looove fem!reader callin' rafe 'dad' in my lil' stories. !!! mwahahahh . <3

princess treatment comes naturally to somebody like rafe cameron; who loves nothing more than to spoil you with his love, attention, and money. he adores how sweet you're, and he genuinely doesn't think you have a bad bone in your body—too angelic and sweet and naïve to be deceitful.

rafe cameron loves the sweet, gentle, little demure smiles you give him, all doll eyed and misty from the rough, downright nasty fucking he'd just given you—your long, mink lashes fluttering dreamily (and wetly) as you both come down from your explosive highs, with you panting gently and sweetly whimpering into his hard, broad, sweaty chest—not that the cameron man minded, he loved having you close, perhaps, sometimes… too close.

"gon' make you my lil' wifey someday, yea?" rafe mumbles casually, his voice raspy and deep, with a slight, teasing drawl to it, a bit of that rich boy, nasally tone of his that always kept you weak in the knees coming through.

you were always a shy girl at heart, his sweet little baby, he'd do anything you'd ask and more.

"y-yeah?" you hiccup shakily, softly pawing gently at his hard, bare chest, gently scratching your freshly manicured nails down his defined pectorals, feeling the ridges of taut, strong muscles underneath his warm, sweaty flesh.

rafe nodded, leaning over you completely and claiming your already kiss-swollen lips into another deep, passionate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue and lots of rafe's saliva—coating your mouth in the most delicious, sinful ways of his ownership over you.

shyly, hesitantly, you reach down between your two bodies, bumping against his half-hard shaft, earning a low, warning growl to rumble against your boyfriend's chest.

"need more, don't ya', kid?" rafe taunts, before easily gripping himself by the base of his drenched cock, giving himself two quick, firm pumps of his large hand while mindlessly knocking your dainty one outta his way, knowing you liked to constantly touch things.

swiftly, he presses the now leaking tip against your abused, fluttering, dripping fuckhole, before pressing into you with a soft, deep grunt, already feeling those euphoric flames licking at the sensitivity of his heavy balls, positioning himself above you so he wouldn't crush you—but knowing you, his sweet girl, he already knows how you like to be roughly manhandled by him, like a pretty, innocent little dolly.

"dad!" you mewl femininely, a cute, glossy pout curling on your pretty lips, making them appear extra kissable, causing rafe to blink three times frantically, already feeling the blood from his head rushing down to his swelling cock, before he finally (and easily) slips back inside of you.

already, without failure, rafe can feel your sweet little pussy fluttering wildly around him, making him fully hard and desperate to come inside of your womb once again, a low groan escaping him as your little cunny began suffocating him, restricting him from pulling out for a moment.

"don't worry, baby—dad's always got you, yea?" rafe hums, before pulling his hips nearly all the way back, until just the leaking tip of his cock remained inside of your sopping, quivering little pussy, making rafe feel like he could blow another load into you any second now—still, he could be patient for his girl to catch up with him, and he knew he wouldn't have to wait long, not long at all.

"yeah... yea, dad! I-love you," you mewl breathily, feeling your little nipples harden from your overwhelming arousal, your doe-like eyes finally locking with your boyfriend's—and oh, you could see the darkness brewing inside of him, the insanity and desperate hunger he felt for you, and all of his possessiveness just rising to the surface, ready to claim you.

"such a good girl for daddy," rafe praises with a low, deep voice—a small, mocking smile appearing on his handsome, slightly flushed pink face, his abs clenching erratically as he can feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside of you, making him nearly whimper as you give him another harsh squeeze around his oozing prick.

roughly, rafe firmly grasps at the fat of the skin of your smooth, silky hips even tighter, holding you down with a knitted brow, tongue in his cheek as he begins to concentrate on fucking you again, hard and fast and nastily sinful—just the way his baby enjoyed.

"yea, yea... fuck, baby—feels so fuckin' good 'round me," rafe chuckled lightly to himself, floppy bangs falling into his eyes, but he couldn't care less, not with how fucking gorgeous you looked underneath him, so submissive and obedient, getting railed by him, becoming his over and over again without stop, without complaint.

"that's daddy's good little girl, huh?"

[p-artsypants]

I had a craving for an arranged marriage AU, with a little twist. I have like three other scenes in mind, but no plot. So here's a blurb for now, maybe more someday IDK

This is specifically for @thereweredragonshere as I was looking at her art while writing this.

Okay thanks I love you bye

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Quietly, so quietly, Hiccup shut his front door behind him. Then he began to tiptoe to his loft. He had been out with the Nightfury, Toothless as he named him, all day. Longer than intended. A lecture was bound to happen because of it. 

“Hiccup,” Stoick stopped him, his voice cutting through the silence and crackling fire. 

“Oh! Dad! I uh…I didn’t see you there…” That was a lie. Such a lie.

“Come, sit. I need a word with you.” 

Hiccup closed his eyes in defeat and slinked over, sheepishly standing across the fire pit. 

“Sit,” Stoick said again, his voice stern in a way that left little room for arguing.

So he obeyed, and sat on the bench, with just enough butt on the chair to be considered sitting, but he was ready to dart away at a moment's notice. 

Stoick wasn’t often physically violent with him, just yelling. In the times he was physical, it was just being lifted and rag dolled out of the way like a bad cat. 

“So…” Hiccup prompted, at an attempt to be casual. 

“I’ve been in communication with the Shivering Shores,” Stoick went on. 

Hiccup relaxed a little. This didn’t seem to concern him all that much. Perhaps his dad just wanted to talk about chief stuff.

“Oh, yeah. I saw the courier boat today.” 

“We finally reached an agreement.” 

“Th-that’s good! Great! An alliance? A treaty?” 

“Trade agreement. Fish for supplies. The dragon raids have been harsh this year and we need all the extra supplies we can get.” 

“I-I agree! I mean…I know the other night wasn’t helpful…” he gulped. 

“Which brings me to the second part of the agreement.” Stoick flicked his eyes over and gazed at his son. “The part that concerns you.” 

“Oh…” Hiccup squeaked. 

“We’re joining our tribes in marriage. I made an offer for the Chief’s youngest daughter to be your bride. He accepted.” 

“Did she?” Hiccup croaked. 

“Doesn’t need to.” 

Hiccup felt very cold and sank into his chair. 

“But,” Stoick continued. “There’s a very specific reason for this arrangement. Chief Hofferson’s daughter, Astrid, has become somewhat famous in the archipelago for her prowess in battle. She is the best warrior on their island, bar none. And she’s your age.” 

His eyes went wide. 

“I told Chief Axel that I was concerned for your safety, and thought his daughter would not only be a worthy bride, but a protector for you.” 

“Oh gods…” 

“She said she would be honored to be your protector.” 

He swallowed. “And…my wife?” 

“She agreed to it.” 

That would have to be enough, he supposed. “On paper?”

“All of this was through courier, yes.” 

Hiccup nodded, his throat feeling too numb to swallow. It was likely that over in the Shivering Shores, Chief Hofferson was having this very same conversation with his daughter, telling her that he agreed to the marriage and wrote that she was honored to accept. 

Hiccup didn’t know what she looked like, but imagined a pretty girl throwing a tantrum and destroying furniture.

Perhaps with a weapon, if the ‘prowess in battle’ was true. 

“This is a good thing, son,” Stoick urged. “You’re too weak to swing a sword, you’ve been completely unprotected during dragon raids—”

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do.” Stoick became stern. “You are my only son. My heir. The next chief of Berk. And it seems like you’re determined to perish before you get there!” 

Hiccup winced, thinking back on that roar that Toothless had unleashed in his face. That might have been his closest and most intimate brush with death. And that was just yesterday. 

“Besides the dragons, we have the Outcasts and Berserkers circling us and waiting to pounce. You risking your safety with those Thor’s-damned inventions during a dragon raid is one thing, but a viking raid? They’ll be coming for you, looking for you. And Astrid will be there to protect you. Do you hear what I’m saying?” 

“Yes,” he whispered, ashamed. “I’m hearing ‘bride’ but I think you mean ‘babysitter’.” 

Stoick didn’t argue with that. Just tightened his mouth into a grim line. 

Hiccup just further slouched, crumbling in on himself. How embarrassing! He thought there was a chance he’d have an arranged marriage, given his status, but arranged so that he had a bodyguard? 

“When do I meet the lucky lady?” He attempted a quip, but his voice sounded so hollow. 

“Tomorrow. And you’re wed at the end of the week.” 

He made a loud noise of disgust as he keeled over, nearly falling off the bench. “Geez dad…” 

“It's for the best.” 

“That’s so fast!” He argued. “Can’t I like…get to know her first? Go on a hike? Have a nice candle lit dinner with mead?” 

“You can do that in the week leading up to the wedding. She’ll be practically glued to your side.” 

“Oh gods…” 

“She won’t know anyone else here, won’t know the village layout, or the way we do things. You will teach her.” Stoick stood and lumbered over. He poked Hiccup in the chest. “And you’ll be pleasant about it.” 

Hiccup huffed. “I mean I’ll try my best, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be pleasant if she treats me like the others.” 

“You’ll be pleasant. Nothing else.” 

Hiccup swallowed at the tone, shrinking in his seat. “Okay fine.” 

“Good.” Stoick nodded. “Then off to bed with you. They’ll arrive before dinner. I’ll be off in the morning making preparations for their accommodations. I expect you to be there when the ship arrives, looking your sharpest.” 

“Yes sir,” he grumbled, getting to his feet. He shuffled across the room and back to the stairs. 

As he got ready for bed, and laid down to sleep, he thought about this ‘Astrid’ girl. 

His bride. 

A girl had never shown interest in him before, and this was likely to be the same. But he had heard that arranged marriages often worked out well, with the couple learning to love each other. Wouldn’t that be something? A girl that loved him. A girl to come home to. A girl to share his thoughts and ideas with. 

A girl to share Toothless with. 

No. No, that was crazy. No one, not even his wife could know about what he was planning on doing with that dragon. 

But everything else?

Having a companion might be kind of nice, if he could get used to it. 

And if she was the best warrior in the Shivering Shores, then she ought to be able to keep Snotlout and the Twins off his back. 

Eventually, Hiccup fell asleep, feeling some form of optimism. 

—

That feeling didn’t last. 

He had woken up early and spent the morning with Toothless in the cove. He poured his guts out to the dragon, lamenting about how his life was completely out of his control. 

Toothless had simply listened and gnawed on a stick. 

Eventually, he returned to the village sometime after lunch. He couldn’t push it, knowing he was on thin ice as it was. He combed his hair and put on a clean tunic. 

Then he spent an hour pacing in the square, listening for the horn that would sound their arrival. 

People passed and gave him smiles and knowing looks, but didn’t say anything. That was fine. He didn’t want to talk to anyone anyway. He was too nervous. 

All they cared about was the party anyway. 

When the horn sounded, he felt his knees buckle. All the anxiety that had been building hit him like a hammer and he tilted sideways. 

“You okay, lad? You look pale!” Gobber called. “I’ve been watching you for the last half hour. You’re makin’ me dizzy!” 

“She’s here,” Hiccup breathed. “She’s here.” 

“Ah, your blushing bride! Better go greet her then, ah?” 

Hiccup thought he nodded, but he might have just bobbed his head like a chicken, then wobbled off to go down to the docks. 

Stoick smiled when he arrived. “There you are! Right on time!” 

“I’m going to be sick.” 

Stoick clapped him on the back, making him swallow the bile that was rising. “It’s pretty nerve-wracking, I know, but it’ll be fine. She’s probably just as nervous.” 

In a way, that helped. If Astrid was stuttering and blushing through introductions, he could handle it. 

The ships came into dock, and Hiccup stood on his tiptoes to try to see over the high sides. There were several people, but he couldn’t quite pick out who Astrid could be.

The ramp fell over the side, and the party disembarked. There were a pair of soldiers out first, followed by a man who could only be Chief Axel the Arduous. He was large; not as large as his father, of course. But he wore the chief’s fur cloak and pendants, just as his father did. 

Axel grinned widely. “Greetings my friends!” 

“Good tidings!” Stoick grasped his hand in a strong clasp. “You had a pleasant journey?” 

“Yes, very good! Good weather! Good head wind! A good omen from the gods, to be sure!” 

As the chiefs talked, three women disembarked the ship. One was older, likely the chief’s wife, while the other two were teenagers. They were all blonde and blue-eyed and pretty. 

And rather delicate, in Hiccup’s opinion. Not that they weren’t still bigger than him, but he didn’t get the vibe of ‘best warrior’ from any of them. They were all wearing fine dresses and giggling to each other. 

“Stoick, this is my wife, Phlegma,” Axel gestured. “And my two eldest daughters, Ingrid and Sigurd.” 

The two girls tittered as they looked at Hiccup. He saw one mouth to the other, “look at how tiny he is.” 

Not a real ego booster, to be sure. 

“I thought your youngest was to be married?” Stoick calmly questioned. 

“Astrid will be out in a moment, I’m sure,” Axel sighed, a bit exasperated. 

“Poor thing’s a nervous wreck,” Phlegma added. “She’s putting her armor on. She wanted to make a good impression, afterall.” 

Hiccup sighed slightly, reassured that he wasn’t the only one completely psyched out of his mind. 

However, his world turned upside down as a huge figure leapt from the side of the boat and landed on the dock in front of him. It was a valkyrie if there ever was one. She raised to her full height, towering over him by a foot or more. She was almost the same height as his father! 

She was toned, with thick corded muscles in her arms and what was visible of her legs between her spiked skirt and studded boots. She wore studden pauldrons and gauntlets as well. Her body was thick and solid, curvy in all the right places, and no doubt trained to apex danger. 

But her face was soft. Delicate cheeks and a softly rounded chin. A cute button nose with a gentle sweeping brow. Beautiful, explosive blue eyes surrounded by thick gold lashes. All of it was haloed by a swath of sunshine gold hair braided over her shoulder. 

How a creature could be so scarily tough and the epitome of feminine beauty at the same time, he had no idea. 

“What an entrance!” Stoick laughed. 

This new warrior had a calm and cool facade as she answered, “I panicked.” Then she bowed slightly, dipping her head with respect. “Chief Stoick, it’s an honor. I’m Astrid Hofferson.” 

“A pleasure, my dear!” He held out a hand. 

She shook it, and Hiccup could see that her hands were rough, but not big and meaty like his father’s.

“And this is my son, Hiccup.” He placed a hand on his back. 

Hiccup could only grin awkwardly, getting lost in those blue eyes. How was this girl the same age as him? 

“Hello,” she said softly. Then she glanced back at Stoick, seemingly waiting for something. 

Stoick nodded slowly and tried again. “This is my only son, Hiccup…your husband to be.” 

She inhaled briefly at that, and let out a soft, “Oh.” Her exhale was slow and she whispered, “I see.”  

Hiccup cast his gaze to the ground as he held his arm. This girl was just as disappointed as everyone else was, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. 

“Is that how you would greet your betrothed?” Axel asked. 

“Oh come on dear, she’s nervous,” Phlegma argued back. 

But apparently Axel’s words stirred something in Astrid as she took a quick stride forward and reached out and took Hiccup’s hand. Then she leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. 

“D-Duh?” Hiccup blurted, smartly. 

She smiled at him, a dusting of pink on her perfect cheeks. “Hello darling.” 

“H-h-hi,” he stuttered out. “I’m Hiccup.” 

She gave a nod. “Astrid.” 

His feet felt like they were made of stone as he stood there, stock still and staring. And Astrid continued to hold her smile, but her eyebrow started to raise. 

“Son,” Stoick patted his shoulder. “Why don’t you show Astrid around the village?” 

“What? Oh! Yes! Of course! The village! My village! Where I–where we live, where you will live also…ha!” He spoke a bit too loudly, and he could feel his face burning. 

Astrid just tilted her head slightly to the side as her eyes widened, but her grin got bigger. Was she annoyed and trying to hide it? She hadn’t let go of his hand yet though. “Okay, lead the way.” 

He gulped, and looked over to his father. 

“Go on,” Stoick whispered, making a shooing motion.

“Uh…th-this way…” he said, pulling her along by the hand. 

Once they were a little ways away, Stoick and Axel resumed their conversation, but they were so loud, Hiccup could hear. 

“You weren’t kidding, Stoick! He’s a fishbone of a boy! Astrid’ll take good care of him!” 

Hiccup’s shoulders drooped and he turned his face away from his betrothed, ashamed, embarrassed. 

Astrid didn’t seem to notice though. “What’s that?” 

He glanced up where she was pointing. “Oh, that’s the Kill Ring, where we uh…kill things. Mainly dragons.” 

“You’ve killed a dragon?” Her voice was curious, not skeptical, which was refreshing. 

“No no, not me personally. I…I couldn’t kill a dragon.” 

“Hmm,” she nodded, accepting this answer. 

She was calm, cool, and collected. Apparently that’s what nervousness looked like to this hulking goddess. 

Still holding her hand, he led her over to the arena, trying to think of something to say, but being too nervous to do so. Thankfully, Astrid just patiently held his hand and looked around, taking everything in. They crossed the bridge and came to stand at the edge of the arena. 

Two people were sparring inside. Astrid let go of his hand to grasp at the chains of the dome. “Who are they?” 

“That’s Snotlout and Tuffnut. Snotlout’s my cousin, and Tuffnut has a twin sister, Ruffnut.” 

“Friends of yours then?” 

“...not really, no.” 

She smirked. “Good, because their technique is dog shit.” 

Hiccup sputtered a laugh, unable to help himself. This drew the attention of the boys in the ring. 

“Hey Useless!” Called Snotlout. “Who’s the babe?” 

Hiccup flushed in indignation, but Astrid answered instead, cooly. “Astrid Hofferson, though I’ll be Astrid Haddock at the end of the week.” 

“No way!” Snotlout laughed. “That’s your bride to be!? I would have thought Stoick would have found someone in your weight class at least!” 

Hiccup hunched his shoulders. 

Astrid just scoffed at the ring, took his hand, and led him away. “I can see why you aren’t friends with them. He’s kind of an asshole.” 

“No ‘kind of’ about it, he is an asshole. Sorry you had to meet him first. The rest of Berk isn’t as terrible as that.” 

“It’s fine, Hiccup. There were boys like that on the Shivering Shores too.” 

Things were going okay, he thought. Could be better, but Astrid was taking a lot really well. She seemed so mature and cool, it made him extremely guilty. 

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. 

She merely raised an eyebrow. “For what? You didn’t do anything.” 

“Sometimes that’s enough…but uh, f-for getting you into this arranged marriage. It’s probably not what you wanted to do with your life. You could be a great warrior, but…now you have to babysit me because my dad thinks I’m so useless I can’t even breathe on my own. So…sorry.” 

To his surprise, she smiled at him and ruffled his hair. “First of all, did you request me as your bride? Did you ask your dad to make the contract?” 

“No.” 

“Thought so. So nothing to apologize there for. Second, I’m the youngest of my father’s daughters. As a daughter of a chief, it’s almost guaranteed I’ll be in an arranged marriage, so that wasn’t a surprise. But as the youngest, I probably would have been married to a much older man, maybe even a widower. He would have expected me to be barefoot in the kitchen and popping out babies the rest of my life.” 

Hiccup stared at her, nodding slowly as her logic made sense. He’d heard of stuff like that happening. 

“Because I’m so tall, I decided to pour all my free time into training, with the hope that my future husband would see I was a worthy warrior and I wouldn’t be trapped in the kitchen. It was a long shot, but worth it to me.” 

His eyes widened. “So, you kind of got what you wanted. My dad picked you for me because of your skill, and not your status.” 

“Exactly! Plus, you’re the same age as me, and you’re the heir! I’ll be chieftess someday! That’s not something I thought would happen to me.” 

“Well,” he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. “I can hope I’ll be chief. Some people in town might think differently.” 

“Regardless, I’m happy.”

“Even though I’m so small? I can’t pick you up, Astrid. You’ll have to lean down to kiss me during our wedding. Isn’t that…embarrassing?” 

She shrugged. “I’ve been teased about my height my whole life. Boys called me ‘Treetop’ back at home, and said I’d never get a date because men didn’t want a woman taller than them. I always assumed my husband would be shorter than me.” 

“...and I kind of figured my wife would be taller.” 

She grinned. “So see! We’re on the same page!” 

He chuckled. “I guess so.” 

“Come on! Show me around! Introduce me to your friends!” 

He blanched. “Ah…yeah, my friends…”

[sevikasupremacy]

How Sevika Treats You

Author’s Note: I’m in the mood to write something extra soft and fluffy today so here you go ;)

➼ Honestly I just love the idea of Sevika being a terrifying presence in Zaun and then the moment she sees you—

➼ This woman’s knees just go WEAK.

➼ And her being gentle was to make sure you felt comfortable with her.

➼ Scaring or intimidating you would be the last thing she would wanna do.

➼ She’ll always talk to you in a soft-spoken tone (Sometimes almost like a whisper).

➼ “Hi Sweetheart…Come and sit here. Look at that pretty little smile… seems like you’re in a good mood today.”

➼ Oh she’ll spoil you.

➼ She’ll use up all her money that she earned from gambling to buy you all sorts of stuff.

➼ You guys would be strolling at the market—

➼ And anytime you pointed at something saying how cute it was and that you wanted one— you didn’t have to tell Sevika twice.

➼ It was rare to come home empty-handed.

➼ With her endless duties assigned by Silco, it was common for Sevika to leave the apartment while you were still sleeping.

➼ But some mornings she would pepper kisses all over your face to wake you up— just so she could see your cute drowsy face before heading off to work.

➼ “Hey… Good morning… I’m heading off to work now. I’ll try my best to come home early this time ok?”

➼ And some mornings she would just let you sleep in (She knows you would still be exhausted from last night - ahem - sessions).

➼ Oh she looooves nuzzling into you.

➼ She’ll wrap her strong arms around your waist as she back hugs you, whispering into you ear about how much she loves you.

➼ “Hey Darling… Just let me hold you for a moment. You’re just so beautiful. Fuck I just love you so much…”

➼ And whenever you guys eat out, Sevika never forgets to feed you a spoonful of her food whenever she finds it’s delicious. That’s how she shares her happiness with you.

➼ She’ll make sure to wipe your mouth after you’re done eating before wiping her own.

➼ Whenever you’re cold, she’ll let you burrow your face into her chest while she covers you with her poncho.

➼ You’re the only person that can calm her down.

➼ She’d be glaring at one of Silco’s goons for fucking up their job but the moment you caress her face, telling her that everything was going to be okay— Sevika’s eyes just twinkles. She’ll immediately melt.

[boolger]

The science of love 🌙ch 2

Call of Duty AU ✨ Poly!141 x Nikolai x hybrid!Reader ✨ MDNI ✨ Explicit ✨ ao3

<- last chapter x next chapter ->

Tags: F!reader, hybrid reader, description of former torture, dubcon and noncon, rape, hybrid!people being kept as pets, Call of duty alternative universe, dark, angst to comfort, kinda in a fucked up way ya know, punishments, spanking, mistreatment and abuse to hybrids, the dove is dead, or at least its close to death, heat/mating cycles (no omegaverse), no pregnancy, reader knows how to stand up for herself, anger issues, animal tails and ears, trauma, violence, angst, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, threesome, orgy basically, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, piss kink, reader has a pussy, chubby!reader, hurt!reader, pet names, a couples of OCs here and there, gotta add some extra backgrounds character ya know, vague mentions of a character’s death in the past (it’s Roach. Sorry Roach lovers.)

Author’s note: sup sinners I’m starting an internship this week, might have a breakdown, might have a good time, who knows. So when will I update again? Idk, I’m just a lil muppet with an iPad, external keyboard and a coffee addiction.

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According to the doctors and nurses that swarmed around you in the med bay and then the bathroom, you shouldn’t be able to walk or even move on your legs due to small amounts of muscles and how badly in shape your body, not to mention how bad your ankles seemed to be.

Jokes on them though, they had clearly never been high on pain meds, adrenaline and stubbornness at the same time. You figured that was how you managed to escape them. That and your intelligence of course. You were a smart girl, if you were to brag a little.

Almost naked as the day you were born, save the thin hospital gown you had been put in, was hanging on for dear life as you sprinted out of what seemed like a hospital - though it turned out to be a base, long hallways that looked never ending… nearly like what you had been stuck in before.

Your entire body was screaming for you to stop, while the medical staff was literally screaming for it. But you hadn’t been chained and stuck to that fucking desk in two years, merely to become another group’s punching bag.

Some of the staff even yelled “bad dog”, “sit!” and “Lay down!”

Assholes, the lot of them. As if you would respond to them. As if they had earned any of your respect for you to even care about those commands. As if you were a stupid lil pup.

In an attempt to find a way out of this hellhole, you turned sharply at the corner, hoping to disappear down the new hallway — Only to see the men who had gotten you out and free of your chains, who were walking towards you, all caught off guard by the sight of you.

You wanted to throw up at the way your body felt, but at the sight of them - especially the grim reaper - made you turn on your heel and bolt another way.

Running away was hard when the hallways seemed to double and curl in front of you due to the drugs, yet you figured that it was just a question of getting as much distance as possible in between you and the hunters.

Despite your bad hearing, you could hear them yell after you, joining the medical staff in their hunt for you.

You just had to find a door outside, so you could run into nature, so you could — hands managed to grab onto your gown, then around your middle and despite your best attempt, you were caught.

It was the pretty one of the group, the young black man, whose voice made your knees weak for a moment. Before you tried to bite him, of course. Despite your sore teeth, you had to give it a shot, even if you were losing the fight… which you did. Rather quickly in fact.

You cried as they tried calming you down, tried growling, twisting and howling, trying your best to seem mean, but it didn’t really matter what you tried. He didn’t let you go.

“Don’t scruff me don’t scruff me don—“

“I won’t,” the grim reaper promised, before taking you out of the pretty man’s grip, throwing you over his shoulder once more. Had you not been high, afraid and feeling sick, you might have felt upset about the fact that you could feel the cold air on your ass, meaning it was exposed.

The nurses were explaining themselves as the group walked you back towards your personal hell. They were going to mess you up inside the medical wing, you just knew it. You dared look up from where you were slung over the shoulder, meeting the eyes of one of the men, the one with the odd haircut and weird accent.

“Dinnae worry, it’s nae—“

You threw up on his chest. Slightly proud of your action for a moment, you lowered your head again, whimpering.

He had at least let out a very unmanly yell when it happened. Small victories.

But your plan of escape had been foiled and as they took you back to the bathroom with the shower, you almost wanted to go back to the desk. To the chains around your ankles.

Almost.

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Though Gaz would be the first to admit the hilarity of Soap being puked on, he was happy it wasn’t himself - yet he still felt bad for their little hybrid who whimpered and cried, even though they only made you flush your mouth. They attempted to get you to brush your teeth too, but after almost breaking the toothbrush from your biting, Gaz had suggested they try again later.

Main goal for now was to get you into the shower, get all the dirt and such away so you were all cleaned up for surgery.

You weren’t a big fan of that though. The mere moment Gaz tried to touch your hair, to get a look at it, you snarled aggressively, making Ghost grab your neck as a warning.

Gaz couldn’t find it in himself to judge you - your hair was matted. Several places. So was your tail and the fur on your ears. Some of it has been attempted to cut away before they got you, but it didn’t look like they had been successful.

“I think it would be easier if we cut it all off,” one of the nurses suggested from the door, as the entire team was crammed into the bathroom, making it harder for you to bolt again.

You began to sob at the suggestion, looking up at Ghost and Price with puppy eyes, words about how they couldn’t do that to you stumbling out from your mouth.

Gaz still called Soap on the phone, who had just finished his impromptu shower to be free of puke and the Scot returned a few minutes later, with his hair clippers.

You howled loudly at the sight of it, as if they were going to cut off your head and not your hair.

“Calm down, pup,” Soap gently tried, “we will make ye look all pretty - Gaz does my hair, he is a professional!”

Gaz couldn’t help his smile over his boyfriend’s words - you looked at Soap for a second. Then back at Gaz and then back at Soap once more.

Only to cry even harder than before, managing loudly, in between sobs, “but you look so fucking stupid!”

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All Price wanted was to take you somewhere nice and snuggle up with you, though he doubted you would let him. They had all left the bathroom to let the nurses bathe you, except for Ghost who was helping them to avoid your teeth.

You had lost most of the spark after they had clipped all of your hair, as bad as they felt about it, Price knew it had been necessary.

Nikolai appeared in the room, clothes changed, a smile on his face.

“I hear we are keeping puppy?” He said, before kissing Soap, Gaz and then Price, leaning against the wall next to him.

“She is messed up, Nik,” John heard himself say, leaning back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling, “I don’t understand why they treated her like this if she truly helped them so much.”

Nik stole John’s hat before running his hand over his hair; it made John close his eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand. How his nails gently scraped along his head.

“It is out of your power,” Nikolai gently answered, “she will have to explain herself.”

“Power,” Gaz mumbled, sitting next to Soap on their own two chairs, “isn’t it always about that?”

“Aye,” the other agrees, “bloody bastards.”

“Where is Simon?” Nik’s voice was still gentle, his hand still threading through John’s hair and had he been a cat hybrid he would have been purring right now.

“Helpin’ the nurses with cleaning her - hey did you know he has a certificate in hybrid training?”

John didn’t move and Nik’s hand stopped too.

“Da,” Nikolai then confirmed, “but it is his own story to tell.”

“Dramatic,” Soap mumbled, leaning against Gaz’s shoulder.

“Do we know pup’s name?” John could kiss him for changing the subject so quickly. Because it truly was Simon’s own story to tell. Not theirs.

God, John needed a cigar. Perhaps a whiskey too. As well as a nap. Perhaps a wank.

He felt tired.

“Nope,” he straightened up, snatching his hat back from Nik’s hand, the other man huffing dramatically, “she won’t really give us much.”

“Cannae blame her,” Soap added.

Price stood up, “she will go directly to surgery when they’re out. I’m gonna go get a nap. I suspect that Simon will want to stay.”

“I’ll come with you,” Gaz got up from his own chair, Soap letting out a displeased noise as his headrest left.

“I will stay with you, milyy,” he heard Nikolai croon to Soap as he left, Gaz walking next to him.

Compared to Nik’s hands, Gaz’s were much softer and as their fingers tangled together in a familiar pattern, they walked close for a few moments, before they reached the busier hallways.

“Don’t know why it bothers me so much,” John admitted as they neared their quarters, “I’ve never even wanted to have a hybrid.”

Gaz was quiet for a moment. They reached their room and John managed to press their code onto the lock before Gaz replied.

“I think it’s a natural reaction to feel bad for her,” a beat, then he continued, closing the door after them, “we will see what happens, John, maybe she has an old owner who she wants to go back to.”

He knew that. Logically. But if the old owner had let her get into this situation? He didn’t like the thought of it.

John sat down on their big bed, taking off his boots.

“She wouldn’t be much of a military dog,” he replied instead.

Gaz snorted as he took off his own boots, before walking to him, his hands touching John’s cheeks, fingers playing with his beard. John looked up at him, taking in his smile that he still felt lucky to see so regularly.

“She will probably chew up all your shoes, sir,” he teased and John let out a groan at the mere thought, “perhaps make you chase her before giving it back.”

John slid his hands up to Gaz’s hips, holding on before he turned his head a little, kissing one of the younger man’s palms. Closing his eyes for a moment, breathing in his scent.

“Shower with me?” Gaz asked, his voice soft. Loving. Home. Just like the rest of his men.

“Want me to chase you too?” He opened one eye while asking, looking up at Gaz who grinned mischievously.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “but I wanna be caught ol’ man. And nap afterwards.”

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You were on good drugs.

That was your first, rather messy, thought when you finally woke again — and nothing was hurting.

You let out a little chuckle the best you could - then grimacing as you realised there was some sort of tube in your throat.

There was a voice. Somebody was talking to you. Was it a dream? Were you still beneath the table? Or had the men that stormed the place actually shot you? In what afterlife did one get a tube in your throat? You sniffled - and nose. It went into your nose as well.

You wondered if the afterlife would be better than your life so far - though it wouldn’t really be that hard to make it better. Your tongue lolled out, but you couldn’t really feel much. You felt weird. Your entire body felt odd. But nothing hurt, it was all just… there.

Drugs, you reminded yourself, good drugs.

It felt eons passed before you could finally open your eyes; it was probably just closer to a second, you weren’t stupid but oh boy, those drugs felt nice. Like you were floating slightly above the bed, no pressure on all the things that hurt, you could really feel your tail, but hey, you could deal with that later.

You weren’t dead. So far so good.

The light that hit you made you wonder if you were for a second though, a garbled groan leaving you as you closed your eyes again, ears tipping back.

Heh, your ears felt weird.

You tried again, managing to keep your eyes open for a couple of seconds more.

Something touched your arm, a voice ran through the room again, muted as if they were under water and tried to speak to you. Perhaps that was god - you had never been that religious - would god really speak to hybrids? Would they consider you a less life form than a full blooded human seemed to do?

Finally, you managed to open your eyes fully - even turning your head a little, to look over at this seemingly divine voice.

The owner of it was slightly familiar however and he was no god to you. Growling with a tube in your throat was weird, felt odd and the man with the Mohawk tried calming you, telling you that it was okay. Easy for him to say. You looked down at your body for a moment. There were needles in your skin, patches with wires running back to a machine. One of your ankles was slightly raised, a cast on it.

Wasn’t this just fucking brilliant?

Slowly, a beeping sound appeared in your ears; your heartbeat, exposing your fear and uncomfortableness like a traitor.

”It’s okay pup,” the man with the weird haircut said, “ye’re all good.”

”Don’t feel good.” Your voice was garbled, almost feeling wet as you spoke, nausea running up your body for a moment. You wanted to rip those tubes so badly. You spared a glance down at your hands - looking at the bandages and plastic braces for a moment, frowning at the sight.

”You had surgery,” a new voice said and you looked over, as a big man appeared behind the weird-hair man. He was broad, with long hair slicked back and a golden chain around his neck - he smelled slightly of sweat - or perhaps it was the other. Or perhaps it was you. It was kinda hard to be sure with the thing in your nose.

”No sh’t,” you managed once more, blinking slowly, taking in the grin that appeared on the man’s face. His accent sounded weird.

Right now running away didn’t seem like an option, if you were being honest. One prison to another. At least this one seemed to take care of you… so far.

”Ye will feel better soon, bonnie lass,” the mohawk man said - was weird accents a requirement for this group? — “ye’ll be up an’ walking in no time.”

”fu’k you.”

The big man behind him laughed, too loudly for your ears to take and you tipped them back a little, before closing your eyes again. They kept talking, kept trying to keep a conversation up — but you had drugs and stubbornness on your side.

It didn’t take long before you fell asleep again.

[desire4ella]

Could you start doin some Roman college stuff? ❤️

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Teacher!Roman x Student!Reader x The usos

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Roman wants to see his student get the best grades possible, so ofc he brings in his cousins to help.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sir/Daddy kink, Slight age gap (nun to crazy obviously), Blow jobs

You're a young and impressionable student at university , eager to learn all you can from your stern but handsome wrestling history teacher, Roman Reigns. But as the weeks go by, you find yourself becoming more and more distracted by his rugged good looks and the way his muscles flex beneath his tight shirt.

One day, after class, you approach his desk, fidgeting nervously. "Um, Mr. Reigns?" you stammer. "I was wondering if you could help me with some...private tutoring?" Roman raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Is that so?" he purrs, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I'd be happy to give you some one-on-one instruction." He pats his lap invitingly, and you feel your knees go weak. You sit down on his muscular thighs, feeling the heat of his body through his slacks.

But just as things are starting to get heated, the door bursts open and in walk Jimmy and Jey Uso, their eyes narrowing as they take in the compromising position. "What's going on here?" Jimmy demands, folding his arms across his chest. Roman chuckles, unprovoked . "Just giving our student some extra help," he says smoothly. "Is that a problem?" The Usos exchange a glance, then shrug.

"Fair enough," Jey says, grinning. "Mind if we join in?" And with that, the three hulking teachers descend on you, their hands roaming your body as they show you what real men can do... their hands roaming your body, you feel like you're in a daze. Roman's strong hands grip your hips, pulling you tight against him as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss that makes you feel as if u floating in space . Meanwhile, Jimmy and Jey slide in on either side of you, their fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your heaving breasts.

You gasp as their mouths close around your nipples, sucking and licking until they're hard and aching for more. Roman's lips trail down your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin as his hands roam lower, slipping under your skirt to cup your ass. It felt like a fever dream, your teachers touching you like this,knowing that if you get caught you’d all be in serious trouble; but that’s what makes it all fun, no?.

Roman retracts his lips from your skin and steps back allowing Jey to take his place while he loosens his tie. Jey moves in front of you, his fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "You've been such a good girl, sweetheart," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. "Why don't you come sit on daddies lap?". You barely have time to nod before he's lifting you up, settling you on his muscular thighs. His hands slide under your skirt, cupping your ass as he grinds against you. "You like that, baby?" he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "You like feeling daddies big cock rubbing against your pretty little pussy?" you couldn’t help the sinful moan that emitted from your mouth as you felt his cock pulsating between your glistening folds.

Meanwhile, Jimmy drops to his knees in front of you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your heaving breasts. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "You've got such perfect tits, baby," he purrs, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. It was so hard to contain you moans, you felt like risking it then and there, the pleasure was to good. You let out a moan, arching your back as pleasure courses through your body. But just as things are really starting to heat up, Roman suddenly appears behind the three of y’all "That's enough," he growls, pushing Jimmy and Jey aside. "This one's mine."

He grabs you by the waist and lifts you off Jey's lap, spinning you around to face him. "your such a hungry little creature aren’t you baby?," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. ���I see you couldn't resist the Usos' charms." You let out a little giggle and batter your eyes at him innocently “Sir it’s not my fault, I have three handsome men pleasuring me, of course imma be hungry for you guys”. Roman smirks, his fingers sliding up your thigh to rub your clit through your soaked panties. "I know just how to punish you," he purrs, his other hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back. "Get on your knees."

You obey without hesitation, dropping to your knees before him. Roman takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head against your lips. "Open wide, baby," he growls. "Show me what that precious mouth can do, and i’ll think about giving you an automatic pass in this upcoming test ." This is it. Time to show your sexy teacher your worth. You part your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his dick. Roman groans, his hips jerking forward as he pushes himself into your mouth. You take him as deep as you can, your head bobbing up and down as you suck and slurp.

Roman's not content to just use your mouth so soon enough, he's pushing you back onto the floor, spreading your legs wide as he positions himself between your thighs. "You've been such a naughty girl," he murmurs, his fingers sliding into your dripping pussy. "But I think you deserve a reward...". He lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes locking with yours as he slowly pushes inside. You gasp at the sensation, your walls stretching around his thick cock as he fills you up. "Fuck," he groans, starting to move. "Your pussy feels so fucking good...". The feeling was like no other; every motion of his hips aided him to drag his big and veiny dick along your clamping walls.

Jimmy and Jey watch from the sidelines, stroking their own hard cocks as they take in the sight of you and Roman fucking. But they make no move to join in - this moment belongs to you and Roman.

( copy rights to @bernardsbendystraws for the divider)

𝐀/𝐍: If y’all want a pt.2 let me know

© - Ang3l 🎀🧁 my work is not to be published on any other platforms without my consent.

[jjkamochoso]

Braids and Mochi Escapades

Fluff

Obanai x female reader

Mitsuri braids reader’s hair, Obanai can’t handle the cuteness!

Warnings: none

Being a hashira, your life involved seeing lots of blood, guts, and other horrible things. It didn’t consist of much light and happiness but that all changed one day when you seized the opportunity to work with another hashira and your whole perspective on life changed. You had never had so much fun than when you and Mitsuri slayed demons together. She was a formidable opponent and even taught you many skills you now utilized in your own missions. Not to mention, she was kind, funny, and naturally, very loving. These were traits you had embodied before your life darkened because of demons but Mitsuri showed you that you could still embrace and seek out good times even when all else seems hopeless. That’s how you found yourself having a sleepover with the Love Hashira after your semi annual hashira meeting was adjourned. The hashiras were all granted a few days’ rest before accepting any more missions so when Mitsuri invited you over for a girl’s night, you couldn’t say no (Shinobu did, though—she was always busy with some sort of research). You ordered as much sakura mochi the kitchen could begrudgingly make for you guys and made your way to Mitsuri’s room to hang out while the food was being prepared. You didn’t have the chance to announce yourself before her screen opened and the excitable girl wrapped you in a hug.

“Y/N! I’ve been looking forward to this all day! Come in, come in!”

She dragged you inside and you let out a sigh of relief when her strong grip finally released you. Putting down your futon and extra blankets, you felt your stomach flutter with happiness. You hadn’t had a sleepover since you were very young and were relishing the fact you could have a normal few days without the stressors of being a hashira.

“I ordered us sakura mochi from the kitchens, I hope that’s alright,” you said, a bit shy. You knew it was her favorite but you didn’t want to come off as overbearing. Your worries were instantly quelled by the huge smile that graced her face as she pulled you in for another hug, thank you’s flowing out of her mouth nonstop. You giggled, already feeling content at how the night was going and you hadn’t been there for over a minute.

“So, is there anything in particular you want to do while we wait? I’m not well versed on sleepover activities yet, I apologize,” you said sheepishly.

Mitsuri just gave you a kind smile. “Don’t apologize! Tonight’s going to be so much fun! Ooh! I know! I can braid your hair!”

You instantly lit up. You were always envious of how pretty Mitsuri’s hair was and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t tried her signature hairstyle on yourself many times. However, you could never make it look as cute as she does so you were ecstatic that she would bestow her skills upon your head. She brought over a box of ribbons, all different colors of the rainbow, to tie at the ends of your hair as you released the pulled back style you had kept your strands in. When Mitsuri sat behind you and began to gently detangle your hair, you felt a wave of relaxation run through you. It felt nice to have someone so eager to take care of you for a change. You two basked in the comfortable silence until the talkative girl spoke up.

“So, y/n, do you have a crush on anyone?”

Your eyes that were previously closed opened up in a flash. Of course she would ask that, she’s the Love Hashira! But you were embarrassed that you had allowed yourself to succumb to such a weakness like love. Not even love, just unrequited affection toward a man that barely acknowledged you. It was humiliating to let her know of the truth of your heart but you couldn’t find it within yourself to lie to her.

“Unfortunately, yes, I do. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever had the chance to lay eyes on but we’ve only spoken once out of all the years we’ve known each other. I watch him from afar but refuse to speak to him first out of fear. It’s shameful, I know.”

You were glad she couldn’t see your face as you spoke because you weren’t used to being this vulnerable. You were pleasantly surprised when she kept braiding, not skipping a beat.

“Oh, y/n, that’s so romantic! Pining and yearning are just two pillars of the many that make up love. It’s not shameful. Love is a complicated thing, especially for us, but if you face fear head on you’ll find that most things aren’t as scary as you think they might be. If you like him, he must have a good heart. Don’t be afraid to strike up conversation. He’ll come around eventually.”

You didn’t know how she did it but you instantly felt better. “You’re right, Mitsuri. Thank you.”

A few seconds passed.

“May I know who it is that’s captured your heart?”

You grimaced, knowing this would happen. “Um, I’m not sure I-”

“It’s probably Tengen, isn’t it? He’s so dreamy! If you’re into guys like that. Wait, you two have spoken many times so that doesn’t fit your description. Ugh, it isn’t Giyuu, is it?”

You tried your best not to laugh. Poor Giyuu, you didn’t know why no one liked him but even though you held a soft spot in your heart for him, it was the wrong man.

“No. Different raven haired man.”

She went quiet for a moment before gasping. “Obanai?”

You shook your head slightly in affirmation and she let out a high pitched squeal, inadvertently yanking on your finished braid in excitement. “Oh my gosh! You like Obanai? That’s so cute! You HAVE to talk to him, he’s such a sweetie!”

You grabbed onto your tender scalp in an attempt to soothe it after she almost ripped out all of your strands. “Now that the whole compound knows of my feelings,” you muttered, “I think my confidence to face him is completely shattered.”

Mitsuri gave you a pouty face. “No, don’t say that! You’re a beautiful girl and any man would be lucky to have you. He’s shy, you’re shy, it’s a tough combination but if you’ll allow me, I can tell him of your affections to see where it goes.”

“Oh, that’s alright, no need. If it’s meant to be, it will be. But thank you. And thank you for this gorgeous hair! Maybe this will give me the confidence boost I need to approach Obanai.” You gave the pink and green haired girl a hug and then inspected her work in a mirror. She had tied your (h/c) hair with ribbons, but they were mismatched colors. You were going to ask if she did that on accident before the realization of what the colors reminded you of set in. She had used one yellow ribbon and one turquoise ribbon, perfectly coordinating with Obanai’s eyes. Your mouth hung open in shock as Mitsuri giggled at your reaction.

“I hope you don’t mind! I was originally going to use just turquoise but when you mentioned your feelings for Obanai I thought this might be a way for you to feel closer to him. And it’s a great conversation starter.”

You gave her another huge hug, amazed at and grateful for her quick thinking. “Now that you’ve got me looking this good, we’re ready to get our food!”

Mitsuri clapped her hands in excitement and grabbed your arm as you two raced out the door of her room and into the warm summer night. The hot, sticky air permeated through your haori and left a slight sheen of sweat on your skin. You took a second to appreciate the quiet stillness of the compound, the smell of wisteria giving you comfort. You knew it was impossible for demons to be around, so why did it still feel like someone was watching you intently in secret? You shook it off, thinking you just weren't allowing yourself to let your guard down.

You laughed a little, turning to Mitsuri. "I'm not used to this relaxation time-"

She was gone. You would've been majorly freaked out if you hadn't spotted her entering a building beyond where you stood. Maybe her appetite turned ravenous and couldn't wait another second for food so she ran to the kitchen? You were confused and ready to catch up with her but your attention was turned to the rustling noise from above you. You stood under a wisteria tree and hanging over your braided head was a snake. Its white body slithered through the branches, staring at you and occasionally sticking its tongue out. You weren't familiar with snake behaviors but this one seemed friendly enough so you cautiously reached your hand toward it in an attempt to pet it. It didn't bite you when your fingers touched its smooth head so you took that as a good sign. You were extremely surprised, though, when it fell out of the branches, instead opting to rest on your shoulders. You tried to calm your breathing and before you could get too freaked out at your predicament, you almost facepalmed in realization that there was nothing to worry about. It was Kaburamaru, Obanai's snake friend, that had found his way to you. You were both looking at each other with curious eyes and you gave him a smile, trying to guess at what he was thinking.

"Mitsuri did my hair, Kaburamaru! That's why I look different. Though you probably recognized me by my scent from the other meetings you've attended, hmm?"

Being a snake, he obviously didn't answer you, but he did seem like he understood what you were saying, so you kept talking. "Are you hungry? We could try and find some frogs at the pond if you'd like."

He lifted his head and you could've sworn he shook it in disagreement.

"Alright then. Should we go find Obanai? It's a little late for you to be out here all by yourself."

"He's not by himself."

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Obanai's voice from above you. You looked up and saw the bandaged face of your crush peering at you from some higher up branches, nearly in the same position you had found Kaburamaru.

"O-Obanai! I apologize for not greeting you. I hadn't noticed your presence." You bowed and hoped he would forgive you. He climbed out of the tree and landed at your feet, black hair moving effortlessly around him. Your mouth went dry and any words that could've been said had died in your throat the moment your eyes met his. He was even more beautiful at ground level when you could observe him up close. His eyes glistened in the full moon's light that blessed the Master's compound. The man of short stature had such a strong, powerful aura about him that almost made you dizzy, yet was so intoxicating that it drew you in. Neither of you shared any words for the next minute or so, unsure of what to say.

"Your hair's... different," muttered Obanai, taking in your appearance and then suddenly looking away.

"Mitsuri did it for me! I was telling Kaburamaru all about it. He seemed to notice as well," you said, the warmth of embarrassment creeping on your face as you registered that what you said suggested that you were conversing with a snake. If Obanai didn't think you were a weirdo before, he definitely did now.

"He's very perceptible," Obanai agreed, making you feel at ease about your previous panic. You two found yourselves in another awkward silence and you prayed to any god that would listen that Mitsuri would come back with your food soon.

"So what brings you out here this time of night?" you asked.

He cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you despised small talk."

Your eyes opened the tiniest bit wider. How had he known that? You barely interacted with him in all the years you had worked together yet he was aware of that little fact about you. Had he been noticing you all this time and you were too ignorant to see it?

"I do." You took in a breath. Time to be brave, y/n. "I just... wanted to talk to you. About anything. Get to know you better." Now it was your turn to look away as you cringed at how that sounded. You wished you had gone to Tengen for flirting lessons before ever coming in contact with Obanai.

"Why?"

Your head turned back to face him again as you answered with a shrug. "Because you're interesting." And because you're ridiculously handsome and I'm hopelessly in love with you!

His eyes narrowed. "Interesting enough to mock me with your hair bows?" He pointed accusingly to your hair, the ends of your mismatched ribbons adorning Kaburamaru as he continuously slid over your body.

"What? No, you have the wrong idea! I swear, I'm not mocking you, I-" You didn't know how to respond and your time was running out before Obanai hated your guts. You resigned to telling him the truth; you'd rather be hated for that than for something that was blatantly false. "I told Mitsuri I found you handsome but was too shy to speak to you so she thought matching the ribbons to your eyes would be a way for me to feel closer to you." He had an unreadable look on his face and you wished you could melt into a puddle on the ground and evaporate away from this conversation. You reached your hands to your hair and began to undo the ribbons. "It was a bad idea, I'm sorry for-"

"N-no! Don't!" Obanai's hands shot out so fast you never saw them coming. He grasped your fingers, stopping them from their job of removing the ribbon. When you felt his cool skin on yours, goosebumps made their way across your entire being. "They look pretty. Y-you look... pretty." Was it a trick of the light or was Obanai... blushing? You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just call you pretty? You thought your night was going to be amazing just being at a sleepover with your friend and now your crush was practically holding your hand and calling you pretty. Obanai was about to remove his hand from yours when Kaburamaru quickly wrapped himself around your conjoined appendages, not allowing either of you to let go. The Serpent Hashira was left in a state of blushing and stuttering apologies for his friend's indecencies and you were certain the snake was laughing at you both.

As if summoned by pounding heartbeats and gauche attempts at confessing feelings, Mitsuri finally appeared, copious amounts of sakura mochi toppling out of the bags she held.

"Oh my gosh, you two are SO cute together! Did y/n finally tell you that she likes you?" She asked Obanai, mochi flying out of her mouth as she took another bite. As he was always someone who had a snarky comeback or venomous reply, you had never seen him unable to produce words like at this moment when he was floundering for the right thing to say.

"I, well... she, umm... What's it to you anyway?" He finally spit out, but Mitsuri just laughed.

"I'm the LOVE Hashira, silly, I'm the expert at this stuff. Although, I must admit, Kaburamaru did most of my heavy lifting, didn't you?" She beamed at him as he finally released you and Obanai from each other to receive a big helping of raw meat from the pink and green haired girl. You stared at her incredulously.

"You're telling me that you worked together with a snake to set us up?"

"Kaburamaru found me earlier today and brought me to Shinazugawa who told me that he was tired of Obanai dancing around his feelings for you, y/n. He also mentioned that Obanai was probably talking about you nonstop to his closest friend, Kaburamaru, and that he was also done with the inaction. So, we devised a plan and now here we are. Isn't that adorable?"

"I told you he was perceptive," said Obanai, clearly embarrassed, but you found the whole thing to be strangely sweet. You decided it was time to get back to your sleepover where you and Mitsuri could fangirl over this moment for the rest of the night so you bid Obanai and his snake farewell. Before you could turn away to leave, Obanai got your attention one last time.

"I hope that one day I'll be strong and worthy enough to speak of my truest, deepest feelings for you myself, but until then," he reached up to pick a small bunch of wisteria off the tree and tucked it behind your ear, "please accept this gift and the meaning I've imposed on it."

You smiled shyly. "Thank you Obanai. I hope our paths continue to cross in the future." As you made your way back into Mitsuri's room, Obanai watched you until you closed the screen door behind you and for a little while after that. He couldn't promise to love you in a conventional way, but he swore from that day on, he would keep you as safe as possible in this unpredictable world you lived in.

BONUS:

On the day of the hashira's departure from the safety of Ubuyashiki's lands, you felt your heart sink at the remembrance of the danger you and Obanai had to go back out and face. However, your aching chest was abated by the raven haired man that entered your view, timidly thrusting a lump of something into your palms. You quickly unraveled the folded fabric and you were greeted with two knee high socks with the same black and white striped pattern as Obanai's haori.

"Obanai, that's so thoughtful of you! I'll treasure these forever."

"You don't need to treasure them, they're just socks," he grumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You giggled. "But they're from you. How could I not want to keep something so precious in good condition?"

"If they rip, I'll buy you more. So don't worry about it."

"Thank you so much for the kind gift." Your gaze softened at him as you frowned the tiniest bit. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything, I feel bad."

"I don't need anything. Just..." He finally looked at you. Your hair ribbons mirrored his eyes once more (you swore to wear them like that until the day you died and then in every reincarnation you were born into) and he felt his heart beat against the walls of his chest. "Just don't die. That's all I ask of you. Let me be able to see you again."

Your own heart panged with the weight of his words. "I promise. I'll see you soon, Obanai Iguro."

[misaamoure]

“Shhhh.”

“Dr. Zayne…”

He put his thumb on the bridge of your glasses, pushing them up before moving it to your bottom lip.

His piercing green gaze followed his touch, staring intently at your flushed face.

“Suck.”

Well, I guess this is what you get for your incessant teasing.

But you couldn’t help it when Zayne looks so damn fine.

So now here you both were… pool cues abandoned to the side, with Zayne leaning back on the sides of the pool table and you on your knees in front of him.

His cock positioned right at your lips.

The red tip never looked so appealing, your eyes fleetingly followed the vein on the underside of his lengthy dick.

All you had done was innocently declare that you needed to powder your nose and you would be back soon.

It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t help but to have the idea to take your panties off while you were in there and unabashedly slipped them into his pockets upon your return.

Who knew he would react so viscerally? Who knew he would drop his pool cue and pull you into such a passionate kiss?

Who knew he’d bring his hands into your hair and tug softly at it, sending shivers down your spine? Who knew he’d drag his hands to your shoulders and gently push you down to your knees?

Clearly none of this was your fault… although your actions undoubtedly did lead you to where you are now.

“But Zayne,” you feigned worry to make yourself seem at least a little responsible. “What if someone walks in?”

“You choose to worry about that now? Where was this sense of awareness five minutes ago?”

Fuck. He got you there.

Ugh, whatever. You loved being a hot messy slut anyways.

Not breaking eye contact, you slowly took the tip of his cock into your mouth, causing him to hiss softly.

“My godddd,” you thought to yourself, eyes rolling back. “He tastes so fucking good.”

You temporarily got caught up in licking all the precum from the tip of his pretty cock, causing him to grab your chin and tip your head upwards to look back at him.

You peered up at him from the top of your frames.

“Concentrate.”

You smiled to the best of your ability, as well as you could with his cock in your mouth.

You felt the grip on your chin tense. You got him right where you want him.

Taking the hand on your chin into your own hand, you moved his hand to the back of your head.

Once again looking up at him over the top of your glasses, you slowly took his entire length into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he cursed, throwing his head back.

Hearing the sounds he was making and looking up at his flushed face made you wanna cum right then and there.

You kept at a steady rhythm for quite a while, bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

Running your tongue along the vein adorning his pretty dick, and giving an extra attentive suck to the tip every time you reached it.

Occasionally, you felt his hips stutter and buck forward to get even more of his dick down your throat.

His deep groans echoed through the room.

You knew exactly what he wanted.

Taking every inch of him in your mouth, you slowly released him and jerked him off while you briefly spoke.

You pushed up your glasses.

“Fuck my mouth, Dr. Zayne.”

Shivers went down his spine. He knew you were bold, but hearing it in such an intense moment made his knees weak.

Thank god he has a stellar poker face.

The room went silent for a few moments. You really couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He moved the hand that was jerking him off so eagerly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He said, almost breathlessly.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out; his invitation to begin.

Fuck, he felt like he could cum at just the sight of you.

He slowly pushed his cock back into your mouth, rubbing his tip back and forth a few times on your tongue, making you moan.

Once he was bottomed out in your throat, he started fucking your mouth in earnest.

Surely the sounds you two were making were audible from outside the room… but neither of you cared right now.

Each drag of his dick over your tongue and into your throat made you moan and gasp.

You’d always loved giving him head.

Zayne was making a fair amount of noise too. He was always relatively quiet but how could he be so in this situation?

Neither of your broke eye contact as he used you like a sex toy.

Your glasses moving with each thrust, and your eyes watering with tears running down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.

“I’m close.”

You hummed appreciatively, desperately. You wanted to make him cum so bad.

“If you look at me like that…” he groaned once again, started to speed up and get rougher.

A mixture of spit and precum slid past your plump lips and down your chin and he fucked your throat.

Suddenly grabbing the back of your head, he pushed his cock all the way down your throat as he came, making small thrusts to drag out his orgasm.

You swallowed every bit of his cum that he spilled down your throat.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, his cock twitched once more as another spurt of cum leaked out, this time landing on your face and glasses.

Usually Zayne would move quick to assist you, but neither of you moved.

He used his thumb and smeared the cum that landed on your cheek to the corner of your lips on into your mouth, which you readily accepted.

Once again looking up into his gorgeous eyes, you sucked on his thumb obediently.

Zayne exhaled softly.

“What am I going to do with you?”

[jillvalentinezxo]

I will never forgive re6 for getting Chris so wrong <3

I have supporting evidence in the form of two things that happen in his introduction to Chris' campaign. 1. The sexist comment 2. The whole premise of Chris drinking his pain away instead of doing smth about it.

1. You might be like 'why is number 1 a big deal?'

In my opinion, it shows a fundamental misunderstanding of the character on a small scale that makes it easier to prove a point than trying to tackle the whole thing. I will only be addressing 2 points right now because they are fresh on my mind but they are INDICATIONS of the writers FUMBLING THE BAG.

When has Chris displayed language anywhere close to this? Twice. One in that scene, and another in a letter.

"Me? I just got back from a date with a hot chick. Bet you can guess what we got up to under her extra-large umbrella."

In this instance he's talking in code, and Claire finds it weird enough that she drops everything to try and find him. She specifically says that it doesn't sound like her brother.

Speaking of Claire, Chris raised her after their parents died. He clearly was good at it since she is so close to him and goes and risks her life twice for him. He only tries to keep her away because of her lack of training and her being his onlu remaining family, but when he realizes she can take care of herself he doesn't fight her involvement in things.

Jill is his partner in everything, they started the BSAA together and he trusts her full heartedly to take care of herself. He believed in her so hard that he was like "that girl ain't dead" even when it was very plausible that she was. His instinct is to protect her when she's weak but when she tells him to save the world he respects her wishes. Up until 6 he exclusively has female partners and never sexualizes or belittles them even jokingly ie Leon . Jessica THROWS HERSELF AT HIM and he actively unsexies every single thing she does or says.

He also trusts Rebecca back at the mansion to take care of herself too. He is the epitome of the man who is just unquestionably respectful of women and he doesn't make a big deal of it. It's shown through actions.

So when he said that I felt like it was out of character. It's like they were writing a scene for Leon and then the other team was like "we wrote a scene for Leon too and it actually has a presidential assassination in it which is cooler, you should change lanes".

It is way way more consistent with Leon's behavior from the line in question (I don't think he's misogynistic but this line wouldn't be that out of character for him) to the drinking himself silly. It just doesn't line up for Redfield.

2. Speaking of the drinking to Forget it is SO out of character for him.

Chris doesn't give up. He is like a hunting dog that can only ever be thrown off a scent for a little bit before he finds it again. This dude does not ever back down. He chases his work and goals *relentlessly*. He doesn't ever give himself a break. From the mansion incident he immediately takes off to chase a lead. And from there he does work against bioterrorism until he loses Jill and then he relentlessly attempts to *find* her even after she was declared dead. Realistically, outside of his sister, losing Jill would be the most devastating loss he has left but it didn't break him. The BSAA searched for her for a pretty long ass time and even after they gave up Chris didn't.

And I think that while Chris is burnt the fuck out the thing is that he always *chooses* to go back. It's a sort of twisted vocation. The difference between Leon's motivation and Chris' is crazy because Leon *didn't * choose this. Chris continues to. Leon's coping mechanism is drinking off his nightmares, and Chris' is throwing himself at impossible odds until he succeeds or it kills him. He's just been very lucky that it hasn't killed him yet. Chris doesn't cope by escaping..he copes by trying to fix everything even when its unrealistic. So in my opinion 6 doesn't do Chris justice. They seemingly don't understand what drives him, which i believe is a hope for justice/a better world and maybe a little bit of a harmful coping mechanism.

I think a counterpoint to this argument might be like "it was the point that he wasnt himself" but i think that could have been done in a better way. Specifically overexerting himself to the point of injury or dissapearing again to do something dangerous by himself. While two characters in a franchise can have the same vice, it would be preferable for stronger characterization to make it consistent, especially since Leon's alcoholism has been a documented part of his character since the 90s.

Thoughts? Xo

[harryslittlefreakk]

drunk in love

a late night talking extra 💓

summary: harry invites y/n to a party celebrating his upcoming final LOT show

warnings: very light smut (pretty much just touchy feely, male masturbation), alcohol use

wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: i want this to be me ? if i could have any harry, i want this one 😭 can’t believe it’s nearly a month since i last posted!!! sorry!!

you can find my masterlist here! happy reading 🫶🏼💖

“Harry, seriously!” You were swatting his hands away for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.

“Please. Missed you,” he pouted, opting to wrap his arms around your waist instead.

“I know baby, missed you too. But walking into the party late and together is hardly keeping it on the down low.”

It was Harry’s idea to keep it quiet tonight, for you to be by his side as a friend of Gemma’s and nothing more. His nearest and dearest had flown to Italy to celebrate the end of Love on Tour, and while he knew he could trust the majority of the guests, there were sure to be people who’d sell photos for a quick buck. You were happy to keep your privacy a little longer, but truthfully, you were itching to shout from the rooftops. It had only been a month since you’d met Harry, and you hadn’t even seen him for 3 weeks of that month. But it was the best month of your life.

“Don’t wanna keep it on the down low,” he groaned, throwing his head down into the crook of your neck. “You do, and you’ll thank yourself for it.”

His green eyes were peeking at you through the mirror, hungry and desperate for more of you. If it were any other occasion you’d be straight into bed with him, but you wanted so badly to make a good impression tonight. You were lucky to have Anne and Gemma on your side already, the pair of them taking to you so well that Harry even ended up setting up a group chat for the four of you to keep in touch while he was away. A mother’s judgement was quick and usually correct, and Harry had made it explicitly clear to you that she totally adored you. You were normal, she said. But still, meeting the remainder of Harry’s closest business partners, friends and family was downright terrifying to you.

“Would help with your nerves.”

“Harry, we have to be there in half an hour. You’re not even dressed.”

“Don’t have to get dressed if I’m jus’ going to get undressed.”

“Go next door and get dressed. Or let go of me so I can,” you laughed, turning around to press a kiss to his forehead.

He trailed away silently, feet scuffing on the carpet before he threw himself down on the bed. Always one for the dramatics. “At least let me see what you’re wearing before I go.”

You padded across the hotel room, pulling a metallic gold maxi dress from the wardrobe. You’d worried it would be too much, far too attention grabbing at a party where you wanted to stay out of the spotlight. But Gemma and Joanie had convinced you, and now that you held it up towards the window, you could finally see their vision.

The slowly setting sun was beautiful, gold and pink tones washing across the sky. You’d never been to Italy before, and suddenly it was your favourite place to be. The Mediterranean was good to Harry, the tan he’d picked up since you saw him last now rich and deep. He was glowing so brightly that you swore he could literally illuminate a dark room. Even the tiny beads of sweat on his chest sparkled like diamonds. He was delicious, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for too long. The way his eyes were fixed on you, likely imagining himself doing filthy things to you in that dress, made you weak at the knees. You had, what, 5 or so minutes until Gemma came to collect you? Plenty could be done in that time. But as soon as the idea popped into your head, Gemma’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Get out Harry,” she called. He groaned as he heard her, running a frustrated hand through his messy curls. “You’ll look beautiful, always do,” Harry told you, pressing a kiss on your lips as he moped over to the door. He said a quick hello to Gemma before leaving, knowing that if he lingered around you for any longer, he’d never make it to his own celebration.

“What’s up with him?” Gemma laughed, pointing behind her as the heavy door swung shut. “Needy,” you told her, amusement tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I told you he still throws a tantrum! You think he’s all grown up on the surface, but there’s a stroppy little boy in there still.”

You pulled her in for a hug, grateful to have her by your side. “I’m really nervous,” you confessed, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t know who Harry’s told what to, don’t want to slip up and ruin it for either of us.” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, the weight of your nerves finally crashing down on you. You hadn’t wanted to show Harry how anxious you were, knowing that he’d never leave your side if he knew.

“You poor thing,” Gemma smiled, placing a protective hand on your arm as she joined you on the soft bed. “I’ll be by your side as long as you want me to be. Some of Mum’s friends are coming too, so if you need a break from the crazy, they’ll be happy to look after you. Proper British mums.”

—

The venue was potentially one of the most beautiful places you’d ever seen. A rooftop bar with floor to ceiling windows leading out onto a patio, the evening sun casting a warm orange glow over every inch of the crowded room. You didn’t think you could ever get over the views from this high up, even stores and corner shops looked beautiful. In the few hours since you’d arrived in Italy, it had totally captured your heart. You could see why Harry chose here for his final show.

“Ready?” Gemma asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Ready,” you smiled, taking a deep breath as you followed her through the double doors.

There were so many people you recognised, some people you didn’t, and it was genuinely like walking into a weird fantasy. A month ago you were getting ready to see your favourite artist perform, now you were walking into a room of celebrities with his sister by your side. It didn’t matter how many times you went through it in your head, how many times you looked through your pictures with Harry, it never felt real.

Gemma took you to meet some of the band first, Sarah, Mitch and Pauli all huddled around a high table. They greeted Gemma warmly, but when Sarah’s eyes landed on you, she threw her arms around you with almost enough enthusiasm to knock you off your feet. “Y/n! You look incredible,” she grinned, squeezing you tightly. “She’s had one too many already,” Mitch muttered, nodding a gentle hello.

You stayed with them as Gemma went to get you both a drink, listening to their stories of touring and performing in different cities around the world, each tale filled with laughter and joy. Speaking to people who had known Harry on a deeper level for so many years made your heart soar, the same tenderness and care he showed you evident in the way his band mates spoke of him. Just as your eyes began to wander across the room to find him, Gemma returned with two glasses of Prosecco, handing one to you with a warm smile. “Got to keep moving, but we’ll be back,” she told the group, guiding you to some more of Harry’s friends.

—

From the other end of the bar, Harry’s eyes were fixed on you. He took a sip of his drink, his gaze never wavering as he watched you laugh with Sarah and Glenne. The way your eyes sparkled as you giggled, the tiny snorts that slipped out when something was truly funny. He was totally captivated by you. Harry couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming protectiveness, so desperately wishing he could’ve been the one to introduce you to his loved ones. He’d watched as you and Gemma made the rounds, shaking hands and exchanging hugs with his friends and colleagues. You’d mesmerised every single one of them, effortlessly commanding attention as if tonight was for you. He’d had no doubts about them liking you, seeing in you what he did, but there was still a little bit of pride bubbling away inside of him. You were his girl, and you were fitting into his life so perfectly. He may have been a little tipsy, his emotions a little heightened, but right there he realised he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

He started to make his way towards you, silently joining your group with a dorky grin plastered on his face. Your brows furrowed as you looked over at him, rocking on his heels slowly as he stared between the three of you. Sarah and Glenne could only laugh, taking his appearance as their cue to leave.

“Do I have something on my face?” you smirked once you were alone with Harry.

“Little bit of sexy right.. there,” he grinned, reaching out slowly to poke at your cheek. His playful grin widened as he leaned in closer, a tiny chuckle slipping past his lips. "Gonna need to wipe that off," Harry teased, his warm breath brushing over your skin.

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely. Can’t risk anyone else seeing that.” His finger lingered on your skin for a moment, tracing light patterns before he pulled away, replacing his gentle touch with soft kisses.

“Harry!” you scolded, trying to pull away from him before anyone noticed.

“No one’s looking,” he murmured against your skin, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer. His lips wrapped around your earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin as he sucked tenderly.

“Let’s leave, come home with me,” Harry groaned, his voice husky. His hand was splayed against the curve of your ass, his bulge starting to stiffen against your core. Being so close to him for the first time that evening felt like heaven, but you were far too conscious of the amount of people around you. Still, you instinctively turned your head, giving him access to kiss along your neck.

“This is your party, H,” you reminded him, familiar butterflies taking flight within your core as his tongue flicked against your skin. As much as you wanted to give in to Harry, you couldn’t be responsible for taking him away from his own celebration, so many people here for him.

But each movement of his tongue tightened the knot in your core, your walls aching for his touch. His voice, muffled against your skin, whispered, “I know, love. But y’look so fuckin’ good.“

You let out a soft moan as his lips trailed higher, his teeth grazing lightly along your jawline. The pleasure was almost agonising, you couldn’t help arching your back, craving more of his touch. The warmth of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, the strong scent of spirits mixed with his aftershave, almost enough to put you in a trance.

Harry’s voice was filled with desire, continuing to coax you into surrendering to him. “Can’t help myself, princess. Not when y’look like that,” he murmured, your breath hitching as his lips finally found your mouth, his movements soft yet desperate. His tongue danced around yours, exploring every corner of your mouth as though trying to memorise each taste and sensation.

You gripped onto his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to ground yourself. “I want you,” Harry panted as he pulled away, his lips swollen and breath ragged.

You were totally lost in him, your chest heaving as Harry stared deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that he’d convinced you enough.

“That is quite enough of that.” A voice came from behind you, startling you both out of your moment of serenity. You jumped away from Harry to see Anne giving you both the once-over, a hint of amusement dancing across her face. “You,” she pointed at Harry, “keep your tongue where it belongs. You,” she was grabbing a hold of your forearm, “with me.”

You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as Anne whisked you away, consumed by the long forgotten teenage embarrassment of being caught kissing by a parent. “Sorry,” you cringed, unable to meet her eyes. “It’s only a little kiss, love. I just wanted to help you escape him before anyone else saw,” Anne smiled.

“Oh,” you giggled, relief washing over you. With all the sneaking around, you sometimes had to remind yourself that you weren’t actually a disobedient teenager, waiting to be caught after sneaking a boy into your room.

Anne took you to meet her friends properly, the women she referred to as Harry’s other mums. They were exactly as Gemma had described, the exact same personality that your mum had, the stereotypical welcoming British mum. They told you countless stories of a younger Harry - the cheeky little boy who was always trying to make everyone laugh, to the teenager who took every opportunity to sing in his bedroom. It was always weird to you, knowing so much already about someone who was still new to you. Thankfully, everyone in Harry’s life seemed to accept that you’d been a (deranged) fan of his before you started dating. As he’d told you many times, it would be borderline impossible to date someone who had no idea who he was. Unless he dated babies or old ladies, and he’d been very clear that he didn’t fancy dating either of them.

“How did you two meet?” one of Anne’s friends had asked. It may have only been a month ago, but this was already your favourite story to tell. “In a Starbucks,” you confessed, cheeks tinged pink at the memory. “I was actually seeing him at Wembley, and we just happened to be in Starbucks at the same time. He asked me for a napkin and,” you shrugged, “we just hit it off from there.” Even the world’s strongest man couldn’t wipe the grin off your face at that moment. You loved to talk about your meet-cute, the way your heart caught in your throat at the sight of Harry’s rings, the way you ended up basically living with him for a week from that moment onwards. And yet, you couldn’t focus fully, still heated from your moment with Harry earlier.

His touch still lingered on your skin, warm tingles spreading across your waist where he’d pulled you into him. Anne’s friend grinned back at you, your feelings for Harry evident in the way you spoke about him. “Sounds like fate,” she told you, rubbing a hand on Anne’s thigh. “Your little boy all grown up and in love,” she laughed.

You nodded, unable to hide the sparkle in your eyes as you thought about Harry. It really did feel like fate had bought you here, a higher power intervening to lead you to him. As the conversation continued, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Harry across the room. He was dancing with Jeff, and an unexpected guest - at least for you - James Corden. You knew they were friends, you’d watched Harry’s carpool karaoke and every other late late show segment an embarrassing number of times. But to see him here, genuinely friends with Harry was so bizarre to you. You’d never seen him drunk before, and it wasn’t too different from a puppy with the zoomies. His feet moving too fast for his body, his drink sloshing around the glass as he threw his arms around anyone who caught his eye. He just radiated pure happiness, the very definition of a golden retriever boyfriend.

Harry’s eyes met yours as you watched him, the green of his irises darkening the longer his gaze rested on you. You blew him a kiss, laughing as he mimed catching it and pressing it to his lips. It was insane how someone so sexually driven could be so fucking cute. If you met him for the very first time while he was being sweet, you’d never expect what he could do to you in bed. And if you met him for the very first time in bed, you’d never expect how loving he could be. And now you were thinking of him in bed and getting yourself all worked up again.

“I’m just going to nip to the toilet,” you told Anne, signalling your head towards the corner of the room. You purposely walked behind Harry, trailing a light hand across his lower back to grab his attention, sauntering away without a glance back. You didn’t have to look to know he’d be following you. He caught up to you as you reached the entrance of the toilets, grabbing a hold of your hips with his bulge pressed firmly against your lower back.

“Didn’t think you could get away without me, did you?” he slurred against your ear, guiding you towards the cubicle at the end of the corridor. “Harry, babe, I got your attention so that you’d follow me.”

He laughed, locking the door behind him as one hand trailed up your torso. “Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he smirked, eyes landing on your tits as you turned to face him.

“Was doing fine until you played dirty,” you told him, tangling a hand in the curls at the nape of his neck. He pulled you close to him, his mouth lingering dangerously close to yours. All he could think about was ruining you, having you begging for mercy as he shot streams of his hot cum into you, finally fucking something other than his fist. But he couldn’t do any of that here, couldn’t fuck you the way he needed to in a bathroom stall. “I like playing dirty,” he whispered, crashing his lips against yours. He walked you backwards, hands moving to unzip your dress as his tongue danced around your mouth.

He pulled away to help you out of your dress, his cock twitching as you stepped out of it, left in only your tiny thong and heels. “Fucking hell,” Harry groaned, one hand tracing the curve of your waist as he looked you up and down. Your lips were swollen from his kiss, eyes hazy as you watched him undo his trousers. The second his cock sprung out of his pants you reached for it, desperate to feel it again after so long. Harry grabbed your hand, tangling his fingers in yours, denying you a touch. “Can’t fuck you the way I want to here,” he whispered. “Just need you to stand there and look pretty f’me.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as he began to stroke his cock. You needed to come, but you didn’t want to spoil your appetite for him. So if Harry needed you to stand and watch him, a starter before your well-earned main course, you were more than happy to. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned, gripping onto your hip with his free hand. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, he never did with you involved, each stroke only making his core tighten more.

He looked fucking hot. His hair messy, sweat glistening on his neck as he stroked the sweet cock that you’d missed so dearly. Precum was gathering on his tip, his rings clashing together as he grunted and groaned, blown-out pupils fixed on your body. You couldn’t hold in the pants and moans that were forming in your throat, your core on fire as you watched Harry bring himself closer to his climax.

“Turn around,” he drawled, pushing your back down as his tip bumped against your ass, your eyes glued to him in the mirror. He pulled your thong to the side, pushing his fingers inside of your entrance. “Gonna- fuck-” he panted, no time to get you stretched out for his cock before his orgasm started to creep up on him. You shuffled your feet outwards, resting your elbows down on the countertop so he could enter you. He pushed into you quickly, the burn pulling a deep cry from inside of you. “Come, baby,” you pleaded, mouth locked open as your walls closed around him. Harry shot his cum into you, sighs of relief tumbling out of both of your mouths to finally feel your cores connected again, finally have his thick cum deep inside of you.

He stilled, rubbing his hands across your asscheeks, dizzy from the sensation of being deep in you.

The moment was quickly broken by someone banging on the door, and Harry jumped back, the sudden absence of his cock making you a little sad. “Occupied,” he called out, buttoning up his trousers before picking up your dress. “Bastards,” he smirked, bending down behind you to help you back into your clothes. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of your asscheek, moving your panties back over to cover your mound.

“Can’t leave together,” Harry said as his shaky hands did up your zip, still dazed from his orgasm.

“Go,” you told him, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “Need to touch up my makeup anyway.”

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You could hear Harry’s voice booming over the music as you left the toilets, the rest of the party fallen silent. “Here she is!” he slurred as you came around the corner. Harry was standing on a table, a microphone in his hand as he addressed the crowd gathered in front of him. He reached out a beckoning finger to you, motioning for you to come over. You could hardly reject him in front of all of these eyes, let alone with that cheesy grin calling out to you. “This is Y/N, and f’anybody who doesn’t know, she’s my future wife,” he beamed as you got closer.

He giggled into the microphone, jumping down off of the table on unsteady legs. Harry’s audience clapped at his words, a few drunken cheers erupting. “Louder!” he demanded, “everyone cheer for Y/N!”

He had far too much power with a microphone in his hands, you thought to yourself as he wrapped an arm tight around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. You knew you were blushing wildly, not at all used to being in the spotlight. You rested your head on his shoulder, hoping it would somehow obscure you from view. “Seriously,” Harry continued, his goofy grin not budging as he glanced down at you, “this woman is the joy of my life. And you’re all close seconds. Thank you f’coming out to celebrate me, the band and everyone who’s worked on this tour. Roll on Saturday!”

He dropped the microphone onto the table behind him, moving his hand to cup your cheek before pressing his lips to yours, harder this time. The rest of the party had started to disperse around the room again, but now it didn’t matter if anyone saw. You were kissing Harry, properly kissing him, in public, and there was very little that could bring you down from that high. As he pulled away, Harry sat back on the table, pulling you to stand between his legs. “M’ so proud of you,” you whispered, brushing your fingertips across his cheek. He was looking deep in your eyes, his stare laced with something deeper than the affection he’d shown you before. “I love y-”, he started, his words cut off when you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Nuh uh, not letting you say it when you’re drunk,” you laughed, snarling at him as he tried to pull your hand away. When he finally managed, he pinned your hands to your sides, turning you around in his arms until your back was flush with his chest.

“A drunken mind speaks sober thoughts,” he chuckled, peppering soft kisses down your shoulder. You could have exploded, physically exploded in that moment. “Harry,” you warned, unable to wipe the smile from your face. He pressed his lips close to your ear, his warm breath washing over the side of your face. “I love you,” he whispered, grinning at you as you craned your neck to face him. “I love you,” you replied, heart hammering against your ribcage as the words finally came out. “Can I take you home now?” Harry smirked, his fingers dancing across your waist. “Please,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours.

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[hitomisuzuya]

HI SUZUUUUUUUUU FINALLYYYY GOT TO REQUESTTTTT

can i have soft husband scara breeding his dear wife after he visits his friend’s whose wife just gave birth>< i can see him imagining his dear wife holding a wrapped up baby and went feral over it><

husband!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. breeding kink. multiple creampie. soft!scara. praise.

happy lantern rite, everyone! i hope everyone has a wonderful new year! sorry about the few run on sentences in this😭❤️

scaramouche didn't know how true his friend's words to him would be. he'd told him: "see your wife with a baby, you are going to want to put one in her." but the moment he'd seen you holding his friend's newborn child, cooing your welcomes to the world the baby, the feeling in his cock told him he needed to fuck a baby inside of you.

despite cumming hard once inside you already, he couldn't stop fucking his cock into your sloppy pussy. thoughts of your belly swollen with his child, your pregnancy breasts engorged with milk swirled in his mind, reducing him to a moaning in love mess behind you.

all while he listened to the symphony of your whimper tinged moans of bliss, losing himself in how tight you still felt after cumming hard on his cock. your hips were angled up just right, allowing him more precision to bully his cockhead lovingly into your sweet spot. "get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant," his words were like a mantra to him, driven to fuck as much of his cum back inside his precious wife as he could.

drool pooled onto the pillow underneath your cheek, your head spinning and seeing stars as your walls clenched around his cock. "scara! scara, please! let me make you a daddy!" you sob in pleasure, twitching as your next orgasm accelerated in building.

scaramouche groaned as he pulled out of you, somehow getting harder hearing your words. he chuckled softly when you whimpered in protest, more than feeling the absence of his cock inside you.

he gently rolled you over onto your back, caressing your cheek with the hand his wedding ring was on. "say it again, please," his thumb skimmed feather light across your cheek. the look of love reflecting your eyes as you looked up at him made him weak.

you turn your cheek into his hand, nuzzling against it before leaning up to kiss him. your lips lingered on his for a moment as you pulled away. "i want to make you a daddy, scara. i love you, i love you so much."

"damn it, you are perfect," he groaned softly, spreading your legs. he slowly stretched you apart on his cock again, your back arching off the bed as he bottomed out.

"cum for me, pretty, while i fill you fuller," scaramouche moaned, he is a man gripped with a mission. his hold on your hips was gentle but firm, his fingertips rubbing loving encouragement on your skin. "let me do the rest."

your orgasm snapped almost unbearably tight in your core, shaking from slight overstimulation as you melted from his genuinely soft treatment. he could hear how close you are to cumming again in the way you moan. "good girl, good girl, you are so close," his cock pulsed hard between your walls as he thrust, feeling you clench from his praise, playing with and rubbing your clit to help you along.

his thumb pressing slow circles before the pads of his fingers rubbed the throbbing bud between them helped drag your orgasm out of you. he held you still while you shook from your orgasm, his cock emptying for a second time inside of you.

you didn't know if he was entirely satiated yet when his hips finally slowed to a stop. "let's stay like this for awhile, yes?" he nuzzled into your neck, gently holding you as he rested his weight on you with his cock still inside of you. he needs to be extra sure that his wife would be in a very delicate position soon.

[colemorrison]

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See this body, see this body, see this body's not for me.

Pairing : Jayce Talis/FTM!Reader

Genre : Oneshot/Drabble

Warning's : Gender dysphoria + NSFW, clit, pussy, cunt and slick used for reader's genitals.

Summary : He shook his head coming back to his senses as he slid down between your legs, hands putting your legs on top of his shoulders. Kisses covered your lower stomach down to your knee, he really did make you feel loved, he made you feel like the boy that you are.

Jayce wasted no time, tongue immediately finding your clit, small circle motions while he kept his eyes on you, this was about you, for you.

Word Count :1003

A/n : Not feeling very boyish today guys, have this. Jayce just wants you to feel better and help relieve some stress.

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The second he stepped in the door he knew something was wrong, the air was cold, not the usual warmth in the air. Not your usual warmth in the air, it made him frown, who had dimmed your light?

"Sweetheart?"

His soft voice called, bags being dropped at the door as he quickly began looking for his lovely boyfriend. Jayce needed attention when he walked in, kisses, love and now he was worried you needed the same and he wasn't here to give it to you.

"Hi sorry, I was um distracted."

Jayce's hands grabbed your face, turning it toward him, your cheeks were stained with tears, eyelashes wet from crying.

"What happened?"

Silence followed, your eyes drifting downward, it was silly. It happened constantly and surely Jayce was tired of comforting you through it now.

"It happened again?"

"Yes, I understand if you're tired of it."

Jayce's pretty eyes saddened as he kneeled down on the ground before you, you were his everything, he could never be tired of you.

"You're everything to me, my handsome boy. If they don't see that, then they are idiots."

His calloused hands, ran over your thighs, the baggy pants you wore made him frown, you were hiding yourself.

"You know I love you right? And that I see you as the most handsome man ever, and I'm so proud to be yours?"

Jayce was rambling, he was so upset someone made you feel any less than what you are. His hands laced with yours as his eyes peered up at you.

"Yes, I love you too."

The man stood, wrapping his arms around you, picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He would be making you feel better no matter how you needed it.

"Can I help you?"

"Jayce.."

Your voice was back to normal now, the smoothness of it making his knees weak, oh how in love with you he was. His hands caress your body, he came to lay on top of you, careful not to crush you.

"Let me love you handsome."

"Okay.. I love you Jayce."

"I love you so much."

Kisses covered your face, whining at the way you gripped the back of his neck to pull him to kiss you, even like this Jayce still managed to be submissive to you. He buried his face in your neck, leaving kisses and nips against every inch of skin.

"You. Are. So. Handsome."

The words left his lips slowly, a kiss punctuating each one. He was going to make you feel like a million dollars by the end of this, he needed to make you feel good. Make you see yourself how he saw you, because in his eyes, you were.. More than words could explain.

Soft noises came from your lips, each one making him want to do more, he lived to please you, he lived for the praise that came from your lips.

"I'm so proud to be your boyfriend. My pretty boy."

Jayce's words never felt anything less than a hundred percent of truth, his puppy eyes just backed them up, he meant what he said. Slowly clothes came off, he worshiped every inch of you he kissed.

"Beautiful."

Your top surgery scars got a little extra attention, kisses full of genuine love pouring on them. When he got to your pants he looked up, sweet eyes wanting to make sure you wanted this too, he needed approval. A small nod wouldn't cut it, he came back up. face right above your own, a pouty look on his face.

"I won't do anything until you voice it."

"Yes Jayce, you can proceed."

Fingers sliding to the back of his neck, gripping the hair there to push his lips to your own. Teeth biting his bottom lip, you bit so hard you swore you could taste blood but when you opened your eyes he was panting.

"Awh.."

He shook his head coming back to his senses as he slid down between your legs, hands putting your legs on top of his shoulders. Kisses covered your lower stomach down to your knee, he really did make you feel loved, he made you feel like the boy that you are.

Jayce wasted no time, tongue immediately finding your clit, small circle motions while he kept his eyes on you, this was about you, for you.

"I.. I love you Jayce."

The words spilled out of your mouth faster than you would've liked, before you let out moans. Your hands curling in his hair, you pressed him down and he gave in lips finding your clit as he sucked on it. Pleasure shot through your veins, your back arching and your hands pressing him down harder, you couldn't help yourself.

Not that he minded, watching the way your mouth opened and beautiful noises came out, your eyes closing. You were stunning. With being a councilor, he had no time, now that he finally got to be face deep in your cunt again he was home. Your slip covered his chin, it never bothered him though, if anything he wanted to taste more.

"Jayce, if you need to breathe- Tap me."

He didn't want to have to pull away, he wanted to eat you out all the time, he wanted to be face deep in your pussy more than he wanted to go to those stupid meetings. Your boyfriends hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into your flesh, he was desperate to make you cum.

"Fuck. Jayce please keep going."

Jayce moved faster, tongue pressing down with the circular motions, he wanted you to cum so badly.

And inevitably you did, he stayed for a moment, helping you ride out your high before he finally came up for air. Your boyfriend laying down next to you panting, skin glistening with your slick was a sight to see.

"I love you too you know, I love my boyfriend."

"You're a dork."

"Did I at least help?

"Yes Jayce, yes you did.."

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[jesuistrestriste]

hi i’m also a cancer 🫶🏼

anyways this isn’t a new thought on this site but art would get floaty when you praise him more than two times in a row. like it’s overrrrr cancel your plans he’s mush

on a sweet note he would love to match outfits/ color coordinated with you !

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oh my gosh, art donaldson absolutely melts at praise. 100%. a few sweet whispered words in his ear, and he's gone. weak in the knees with a pounding heart !

while he does love when you praise him for mundane things (i.e., 'you always make such a good cup of coffee for me in the morning' or 'you look extra handsome today'), he loves to hear it most when he's getting touched or fucked or licked or bitten.

it's easy for him to let your affectionate words coax him into a quick orgasm. he does try to hold back, but it's extra hard when your lips brush the shell of his ear, or the nape of his neck, while you whisper things like:

"such a pretty boy for me"

"you feel so good inside me, art"

"oh my god, don't stop— your mouth is fucking amazing"

"you're fucking me so well, baby"

"you're a good boy"

the latter phrase is his personal favorite. maybe a bit cliche, but it always gets his cock throbbing and squirting immediately. he moans the loudest when the sound of those four words dance around in his head as he comes. he loves it.

you are always happy to indulge his pleas for praise, which almost always follow the same sort of verbal pattern:

"please, tell me im good" or "am i doing a good job?"

he likes to ask leading questions. ones that guide you to understand that he wants praise, without him having to ask for it directly. even though you two have been together for a while, and he knows that you know that he loves that kind of talk in the bedroom, he still goes pink in the cheeks and gets sweaty palms sometimes when he's tasked with asking for it. it's just his nature; something in his dna, maybe. he's a nervous little thing from time to time. and yet, he's usually so confident on the tennis courts. admittedly a confusing phenomenon at times.

in terms of the color coding, I think he absolutely loves to take you to his tennis events. the ones where you're expected to dress up. which is essentially all of them.

he'd see what color outfit you were planning to wear, and he'd match his tie to it every time. he liked being able to walk around the events and show people that you two were together. in some ways, it felt like he was showing people that you owned him. it wasn't like he was wearing a collar or anything like that, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel some stronger sense of devotion to you when he put in the extra effort to coordinate his outfit with yours. and he'd be lying if he said it didn't boil a soft heat in his gut.

[clouisluvr]

i need a part 3 of sean diaz hc IM STARVEDDD‼️

ask and (11 months later) you shall receive!

- deep conversations always happen whilst laying on the floor. he’ll lay on his back with an arm propped under his head and listen intently to everything you have to say

- hangs on to your every word if youre talking about something important like .. his eyes will go kinda big because he’s so focused on you he kinda forgets to blink LOL

- grabs onto your hands when hes nervous, like just clutches onto them and squeezes. likes when you rub the back of his hand with ur thumb for extra reassurance

- sean sees the world so artistically and beautifully so a feature of yours you’ve never noticed before is accentuated in his art. a beauty spot you didnt notice, a dimple you never knew about. he loves every little detail about you

- faye webster enjoyer! indie pop lover in general tbh. loves listening to music with you (earbud user because he hates how headphones feel on his head) and will always think of you when he listens to certain songs

- i think if you told him you like his hair long he’d let it GROWWW. like so long he can tie it into a bun, but it would annoy him after a while and he’d cut it to like ep1 length. will let you and daniel put his hair in pigtails with bows (he’ll joke about being coquette)

- loves going on drives with you. sometimes daniel tags along but he prefers when its just the two of you. definitely likes listening to frank ocean whilst the sun sets (it reminds him of gta😭)

- has a bad habit of putting on this cynical teen front (like his journal entry about trump winning LOL) and you give him an outlet to be sincere and sensitive which leads to him opening up about his mom

- sean feels a weird sense of guilt when he criticises karen in front of daniel because he knows he’s too young to really remember and feel upset about it. but he feels even worse doing it in front of his dad because he feels like his emotions take up too much space. like it overshadows the betrayal his dad must feel.

- so instead he adopts a mostly indifferent, partially angry attitude towards his mom leaving to disguise the genuine sadness and resentment. the inability to understand how she could just up and leave. when you give sean the space to actually .. feel everything, he breaks down. it deepens the bond he has with you, he feels theres no judgement to be cruel, selfish, or upset around you.

- seans newfound sensitivity from dating you also lets him be unashamedly happy about the holiday season. he is done pretending to be over christmas, bring out the ugly jumpers and candy canes!!

- esteban is in SHOCK. sean is up early during his winter break to *checks notes* decorate?? convinced it must be crack.

- not sure what the american equivalent of winter wonderland is, but he saves up money from his part time job to take you, his dad and daniel to a winter festival! he kinda breaks the bank but has no regrets!! gets you hot chocolates and treats, also spends an embarrassing amount on game tickets trying to win you a prize😭 you tell him its ok but he will keep trying until he gets you SOMETHING!

- at some point he’ll sneak off with you to give you the sweetest kiss ever. will hold your chin in his hand and tilt your head up to kiss you. he’s not huge on pda (especially with his dad in the vicinity) BUT he’s in such a good mood he cant pass up the chance. starts smiling through the kiss because he’s so happy

- that definitely inspires art of you looking flushed with slightly swollen lips but a look of warmth in your eyes. probably gives it to you as a christmas gift! tells you its one of the many many moments he felt himself falling even more in love with you

- he hates the cold but loves the excuse to cling to you constantly. “sean.. i need to pee.” “pretty sure if i let go of you i’ll instantly get frostbite soo..”

- nervous and geeky when you guys first start dating, but gets SUPERRR suave as time goes on it kinda makes you weak in the knees. will cup your cheek mid conversation and stroke your cheek with his thumb. will backhug you and kiss your neck. will kiss the back of your hand if hes feeling VERY romantic… whore activity tbh!

- hickey enthusiast omg its BAD hes an addict. but god forbid you give him one because he will freak about lyla seeing and giving him grief over it. has a thing for marking you and knowing you like how it feels

- loves when you wrap your arms around his neck!! gives him this super strong sense of security, he’ll always wraps his arms around your waist.

- HATES when people talk at the movies. you, sean and daniel all went to see fnaf and daniel would not stop turning to both of you to explain the lore incase you were confused😭 not even whispering mind you! infuriates sean but its him telling you and daniel to stop talking that gets the reaction of an angry parent asking him to “be quiet or leave!” his eye twitches when you and daniel start laughing at him LOLL

- ushanka hat bandit. will wear them even during SUMMER! always paired with a tank top and jeans or a striped hoodie. i think sean has slutty hips so u love the tank top x low rise jeans combo he wears in summer LMAOO :P

- likes to cuddle with your back facing him so he can kiss your shoulder.

- likes to post discreet pictures of you on his main ig but his spam account is like 90% you LMAO. posts photodumps filled with dumb text messages between you both and candid pictures of you

- gets overprotective of you in a similar way to how he is with daniel, sometimes you have to remind him you’re there to protect him too

- will lay his head on your shoulder when hes in need of comfort. also a subtle way of asking you to play with his hair (he will melt)

- likes if you put your hands in his jacket pocket when it’s cold so he can hold it in there!!

- goes through phases where he ALWAYS wants to be on the phone with you. like you could be on the way over and he’ll stay on call until you’re in his house

- has a bad habit of getting into petty arguments with you that start off playful, like debating over what the best chocolate bar is but he’ll end up taking it too far and getting legit mad LMAO. you both end up cackling about managing to argue over chocolate

- plans his future with you in it. knows he always wants to be in close proximity to you, daniel and his dad no matter what! he can’t imagine life without you and tbh he doesnt want to.

not sure what hits me at like midnight that makes me wanna write hcs but as always im too sleepy to proofread so ignore any mistakes! also sorry if you dont celebrate christmas, i was projecting a little LOL

hope u all enjoy!💗