#I just like to process and ponder about your asks!

[ask-the-commodore]

hello! I'm useless when it comes to technology and know literally nothing so I'm so sorry if any of the questions I ask are really dumb

But, I was wondering, as a Commodore 64, what is your opinion on ai, specifically gen ai?

Hello! No, this isn't dumb at all!! :]

Well, as you can see in my previous post, I have this thing about... Innovations that blossom humanity's creativity and the ability to CREATE. The human brain is fascinating, and they're capable of everything... And technologies like me are supposed to be tools and help this process. But we aren't supposed to interfere. Only let them create.

Generative AI makes me sad... Oh, they are capable of so much... Why are they letting the US create the only thing that makes them... An alive, creative, sentient being? :(

We're here to help you with the boring, processual tasks... Sorting data, understanding codes and giving you programs to work with, but don't let the accommodation of technology make you kill your creativity! You still need to paint! Write! Communicate! DO IT! CREATE!

I feel so sad seeing that we, that were made to help humans be even MORE human, are slowly letting them rot their abilities... :(

[syofrelief]

soap who's got a little crush in the intel office

Soap, who isn't processing a word out of your mouth as you explain the complicated geometrics of this base, how normal detonations wouldn't would because of something longwinded and boring but goddamn if you didn't have the cutest face he'd seen in a while.

Soap, who sheepishly had to walk his distracted ass back to your office to ask if you could please jus' explain it one more time, i wasnae payin' any attention last time, muttering an excuse about a migraine. You didn't say anything about the demolitions expert being distracted at a demolitions debrief, welcoming him in with an eye roll.

Soap, who'd get distracted every meeting going forward if you could pull him into your office, sit so close he could smell your shampoo, and explain to him patiently the objective and geography and the coordinates and hell, you could explain year 8 geometry and he'd hang on every word. Your office was nice, cool and cozy. He didn't like group debriefs; he needed to stand up and pace or fidget with his velcro vest, or ask too many questions than Price thought appropriate.

But you used better explanations, sat through his often stuttered questions, and let him play with the pencil holder on your desk while you spoke.

Ghost had taken to finding him there in moments of downtime, listening doe-eyed to you murmur about a mission that didn't even belong to them. He snorted. Soap darted to his feet, stumbling over the rug.

"I...I was..." he gestured vaguely, neck purpling with embarrassment. You swiveled in your chair, grinning.

"Hi, Lieutenant," you greeted Simon, waving pleasantly. "Johnny just wanted some alone time."

Soap gaped at you because that's how you decided to phrase that?? In front of his LT?

Not even addressing the elephant in Simon's mind - Johnny. You called him Johnny.

"Price needs ya," Ghost said gruffly, disappearing down the hall.

Your cackling echoed in Soap's ears as he followed grumpily. "Sweet boy," you murmured, going back to your notes.

It was another late night of Soap's pestering. Please, bonnie, jus' need ye to explain tha' again, my ears, ye ken, all screwy from the bombs n' shite. You raised your eyebrows, surprised that, again, a detonations expert needed review on C4 placement for a relatively low-stakes assignment.

He was sitting too close again, knee brushing yours. The low lamplight shone in his dilated eyes, baby blues wide with adoration. The overt affection in his gaze made your cheeks burn a bit, until you noticed the circles growing beneath them. Soap was exhausted; the lines of his stout shoulders sagging into your cushy armchair.

"Johnny," you said when he asked another frantically inane question. He clamped his mouth shut at your tone, hands yanking on the pockets of his pants. You chose your words carefully.

"Are you sleeping?"

He blinked. "Eh? I'm- what sorta question- Yeah. Course," he blustered, puffing up a bit.

Your chin tilted. "Y'sure?"

Johnny nodded, but you saw the falter in his gaze. The bags were prominent now. Deep purple beneath his dark lashes.

"Why don't you head off to bed," you said quietly. "It's late. You've got early rollout tomorrow." You handed him a manila folder of notes to review and a tired smile. He stood quietly, head heavy with a sorrow you hadn't seen before.

You didn't see him for a while after that. It made you a lot more productive without the nagging or constant whassat? whassat? whassat? aimed at every piece of intel you had spread on your desk. But the armchair looked lonely, and you missed his cheeky teasing.

A knock startled you from your pondering. Eyes flicking to the clock - 1:00 - you frowned, opening the door a sliver.

A mountain of grime and sweat pulled you into a hug, muffling your surprised squawk.

"Johnny?"

He sluggishly dragged you into your office, finally releasing you when the door was shut. You struggled to regain your footing. Head reeling, you scaned him for injury. But...he was in pajamas?

"What..."

"Went...running," he said hoarsely. You nodded slowly, piecing apart the lie. Barefoot, dirty hems. Night terrors, probably, coupled with an unlocked door. It made your heart ache.

"Sit...sit down, Soap," you whispered, coaxing him by the shoulder. A meaty hand clapped over yours and were alarmed by the intensity in his bloodshot eyes. Too crystal to be drunk but too crazed to be...here.

"Sit, Johnny," you said, firmer. He sank shakily, keeping his eyes on yours.

"Nay...nay, nay, I can explain, I jus'...had a question a-about tha last thingie you were...you were..." he trailed off, seeing the pity in your face. "Don' look a' me like that," he muttered.

A moment as your hand shifted down his arm, fingers still laced with his. A gentle motion, petting the gooseflesh rippling over his musculature.

"You wanna hear somethin' funny?"

His eyes shot to yours, pleading. Johnny scooted closer, almost falling into your lap. A reminiscent smile flitted over your face as you continued to stroke him.

"A few recruits, while you were gone, got ahold of one of those mop buckets. Big yellow one. Well," you cleared your throat, muffling a giggle. "Well, one of the pipes burst upstairs, and the whole hallway flooded. So one of them got the great idea to make a slip'n'slide..."

You giggled at your retelling, quietly imitating the characters in your little tale. Johnny had edged closer, head inches from your chest. Not pausing your whispering, you pulled him to you. He draped over you, absolutely massive over your tiny desk chair.

It was unbelievably uncomfortable. Your legs were numb in two seconds.

The story was over, but Soap squeezed your waist the moment you had the thought of moving. "Grabbin' a pencil," you soothed, patting his sweaty head. His heart was pattering slower now, breaths coming easier.

"Can...can ye explain it again?" His forearms tightened a bit, relaxing when you stroked his hair.

You grinned. "Yeah, Johnny. Sure I can."

not as good as i wanted it but it was cute in my head.

pt 2 ish

[enhaeil]

BEST YOU EVER HAD ! ☆ 이희승

"ain't this what you came for? don't you wish you came more? girl, what you're playing for? ah, come on..."

tonight (best you ever had) - john legend

c/w: smut, down bad!heeseung x reader, fluff, comedy, drinking, lalalala

—₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

lee heeseung is so used to women falling at his feet. but you? you weren't that simple. and heeseung has tried everything.

smooth texts, warm smiles, and suggestive looks. always finding a reason to be near you. you? unbothered, ignoring him, and going on about your day. when you do flirt, you never let him have too much. you smile, but never fall for his games.

yet every rejection only makes him want you more.

"c'mon, y/n. just one chance. i promise it'll be worth it!" he says chasing after you as you walk to class, hands reaching to carry your backpack, which you allow him to do.

"not interested, heeseung." you don't even spare him a glance as you reject him once again.

you finally reach your classroom and turn around to reach for your bag, locking eyes with heeseung in the process.

"so i'll see you after class?" he says, hands purposely grazing yours as he hands you your bag.

"do i have a choice?" you say sarcastically, making him smile at you.

"not really!" he laughs, but you know he's serious.

"what will it take to make you leave?"

heeseung thinks for a moment as if this was a life-altering question, and to him, it was.

"maybe ... a kiss? i mean, it'll do for now."

a few moments of silence passes as you stare at him, gears in your brain turning. heeseung takes this as an opportunity to slowly lean in, face inching closer to yours.

but right before he gets the kiss he's been yearning for, you back away with a smirk. "nice try, heeseung."

"you're killing me, y/n." he says, holding his chest as if you just shot him.

"i know." and with that, you disappear into your classroom.

heeseung runs his hands through his hair before making his way to his class. god, what do i have to do to earn her?

—✩ ₊˚

the school day ends, and you do see heeseung again. and several times after that. now he's walking you back to your dorm. you didn't ask him to, but he claims you need protection.

"you always walk this slow, or is it just with me?" you ask, as heeseung turns your 3 minute walk into 5.

"maybe i'm trying to drag it out so you'll talk to me more."

"how's that going for you?"

"you wound me, woman. guess i'll have to woo you over with my charm or... persistence."

"well you got the persistence part down."

"is it working?"

you don't try to hide the small smile that forms on your face. he can be funny sometimes.

"anyways, i'm throwing a thing at my place tonight. a little something, just a few drinks, and some music. you should come!" he says, catching up to you.

you stop walking as you raise a brow. "you sure it's not just an excuse to get me in your house?"

heeseung smirks, "that's a plus. but i just wanna see you outside of this hell hole."

you ponder on it a bit, before continuing to walk. "i'll think about it.."

heeseung smiles, bouncing around like a child. "that's all i ask. if you come i promise i'll behave. scouts honor! unless you don't want me to ..."

"bye, heeseung" you say, shoving him off the side walk a bit.

—✩ ₊˚

you finally make it into your dorm, throwing your bag down.

"this guy really thinks he's got it like that.." you think as you kick off your shoes and plop down on your bed.

you stare at your ceiling, thoughts running through your head.

maybe a party won't be so bad ... i'm allowed to have fun..

you walk to your closet, shuffling through the items you have in there before you spot a dress you never got to wear.

wouldn't hurt to go, right?

—✩ ₊˚

before you know it, it's time to head out. you're already 30 minutes late which, was completely intentional.

you look at yourself in the mirror one more time, smoothing your dress out. before grabbing your purse and car keys, heading out the door.

as you arrive, you can already hear the music from your car. "a little something" my ass.

you debate about driving back to your dorm, not even knowing why you brought yourself here. you decide to go inside, knocking on the door.

you shiver a bit as the night breeze hits your exposed arms. then the door clicks open, revealing the man who annoys you the most. but for once, he's quiet.

"y/n ... you came." he speaks after a few moments, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"yeah! i did." the silence is thick as he stares you down from the doorway.

"uh.. can you let me in? it's cold."

he's shaken out of his trance. "oh- oh yeah, come in."

you finally step inside, taking in your surroundings. his house is nice, underneath all the red cups and drunk college students.

"you clean up nice." he looks you up and down. "i mean, not that you don't always look nice— you always look... extremely nice." he stutters, dazed.

"right. where are the drinks?"

he takes you towards the kitchen, where you shuffle through his fridge, looking for something you'd enjoy.

"you know, I didn't think you'd show up." he says, sipping his drink.

you shrug, picking up a bottle and reading the label. strawberry daiquiri ... that's more like it. "guess i was bored."

"nothing better to do than to walk into my party wearing that dress?"

"don't flatter yourself." you say, walking away, heeseung not too far behind you.

your daiquiri wasn't enough to get you drunk, or even tipsy, but enough to make you let loose a bit.

you mingle around, making conversation with a few people you know from your classes. heeseung eventually leaves your side, not that you noticed. but his eyes never left you once.

you feel a hand brush your arm and it's none other than him.

"dance with me" he says, and before you can protest you're already getting dragged to the living room.

it's barely dancing, just swaying and heeseung trying to keep up with you.

"heeseung, you're drunk." you giggle at him, his cheeks flushed.

"yeah? i'm sober enough to know exactly what i want." he pauses, twirling you to the music. "sober enough to know that it's you."

his hand slides to your lower back, as if he was trying to keep you steady.

"you really don't quit do you?" you say, brow raised. "you've probably got a lineup of girls waiting to get in your pants, yet you're worried about what's in mine."

"probably. but i don't want any of them."

you scoff at his cockiness, but entertain him nonetheless.

"this ain't what you want, heeseung. i don't even think you can handle all of this." you reply, still swaying to the beat of the music.

heeseung freezes for a second, blinking once, then twice, before he laughs, quiet and low, looking at you with that same dazed look from earlier.

"let me prove it, then." he says, hands reaching for yours.

"give me one chance ...i promise i'll be the best you ever had."

you stand there, staring at him. his hands are cold, but your body is warm. you want to open your mouth, to say something snarky, to shut him down as always.

but you see it. that look in his eyes. dazed. hungry. like he already knows you inside and out.

maybe it's the music. maybe it's the daiquiri burning in your stomach. maybe you just wanted to give in for once. but you agree, softly.

"okay."

his eyes widened a bit, not expecting you to agree. he plays it off with a smirk, before leading you through the crowd.

he takes you up the stairs, and into his room, door clicking softly behind you.

you look around his room, noticing the action figures and posters on his wall. weird. he's a total geek..

you turn around, seeing he hasn't moved from his spot. heeseung, the man who has been begging for your time for months, hasn't moved an inch.

"you getting cold feet?" you say, smirk evident on your face.

"i don't wanna mess this up." his voice is low, vulnerable, as his eyes flick down to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"have you messed up before?" you say, brows raised.

"they weren't you."

you hold his gaze, smirk faltering for a second, not expecting that response.

"careful. you sound like you might like me." you say, shaking off the thought.

he finally moves from the door, making his way towards you. "i do. always have."

"you can still change your mind." he says, hands itching to touch you.

"you want me to?" there's a short moment of silence between them.

"you know I don't."

heeseung's hands lightly rub against your waist, as if he were trying to memorize your curves. he pulls you against him, whispering in your ear.

"tell me you want this like i do."

your chest rises a little faster now, as his hand rests on your face. not demanding, just there.

"i want this."

heeseung moves slowly, thumb caressing your face as his other hand roams down your body. he presses light kisses against your jaw, as if he's testing to see if you'll stop him.

you don't.

his lips finally meet yours, and it's nothing like you expected. it's patient, and intentional. his mouth works over yours like he's been waiting for this, which he has. yet he takes his time like he's savoring the way you taste.

one of his hands cradles the back of your neck, holding you as if you might pull away. your hands play with the hem of his shirt, and he grins against your lips.

"slow down, baby. i'm not going anywhere." he smirks.

"you've been begging for this. now you have it." you say, neediness evident in your voice.

he walks you backwards until you fall back onto his bed, hovering over you as he kneels between your legs, spreading them gently with both hands.

"i don't wanna just fuck you. i wanna ruin every memory you've ever had of anyone else touching you."

he leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of heat on your skin, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his teeth graze your collarbone.

his hands are at the end of your dress, lifting it with a soft, questioning look, before you give him permission to continue.

clothes come off piece by piece, as if you were unwrapping each other. he takes his time undressing you, not wanting to ruin this moment by rushing.

once you're bare beneath him, he looks at you. the kind of stare that makes you feel even more vulnerable than you already are. the kind that makes you want to close your legs and cover your chest.

"fuck ... you're perfect."

he kisses his way down your stomach, hands caressing your thighs as he holds them open.

his eyes lock on what he's been craving the most, glistening and waiting for him.

"didn't know a girl I've been getting rejected by for months could get this wet for me." he says chuckling.

you roll your eyes, ready to spew out a comeback. until his thumb finds your clit.

your back immediately arches off the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

heeseung watches you in awe, as he rubs tight circles on your clit. his mouth waters at the sight, desperately wanting to taste you.

his body leans down, face right in front your clit. you can feel his breath fanning against you, before his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt.

heeseung devours you like a starved man, deprived of heaven's water. his tongue is slow and patient at times and rushed and hungry in the next. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it, before letting it go with a wet pop.

his fingers find their way inside you, one, then two, as he works you toward an orgasm. his long thick fingers find your spot immediately, as if he already knew your body.

you moan sharply, hand reaching for his arm, as your hips meet his movements.

his lips make their way back to your clit, sucking on it like it was his only source of hydration, his fingers never halting as he brings you closer.

you moan, feeling too good.

"you close, baby?" he says, looking up at you while his tongue still works on your body.

you can barely respond, grabbing his hair and grinding right against his lips. your release comes soon after, juices soaking the bottom half of his face.

he works you through your orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his mouth.

"god, how did i go so long without tasting you?" he says, wiping his lips with the back of his hands.

you stare at him, breathless, body still flinching from the aftermath of your orgasm.

"you good? i didn't tear you up that quick did i?" he says smirking.

"how can you be such a douche even after i gave you pussy?" you say rolling your eyes, head flopping back onto the pillow.

he laughs, sliding a condom onto himself.

" wait ... you don't want me to...?" you prop yourself up on your elbows.

"what?" he says, eyebrows furrowing as he pushes you back down.

"you know ... suck your ..." you say, trailing off at the end of sentence.

"considering it's about to be inside you, i think it's okay to say dick, baby." he teases, making you huff.

"but no. you're the prize here. and i wanna earn you." he says, gathering your essence as lube, his head catching your entrance along the way.

"this isn't just sex to me. i want to be the only person who has you this way." his tip, is pressed against you, leaking and ready.

"you still sure about this?" he asks one last time.

you can barely nod before he slides inside of you. your hands fly to his biceps, as he stills. when you look up at him, he looks absolutely wrecked.

mouth open, breathing staggered, sweat dripping down his chest.

after a few moments, he pulls back, almost out, and slams back in, knocking the wind right out of you.

"fuck, heeseung." you moan, back arching as he works inside of you.

he lets out grunts, and groans here and there, but his pace is purposeful, focusing on making you feel good.

"god, y/n you feel like heaven." he says, grabbing your legs, and pressing them against you, new position causing him to hit deeper inside of you.

his name falls off your lips like a prayer, as he continues to fuck into you.

as he feels you tighten up, he pulls out, earning a whine from you.

"sorry baby, but i need you on top of me."

he sits against his headboard, waiting for you. you hover over his lap before taking him in one go, making him throw his head back.

you immediately set a fast pace, alternating between bouncing and grinding against him.

heeseung sounds absolutely pathetic under you, his eyes locked on where you two connect. so he's louder in this position. noted.

his hungry mouth finds its way towards your right nipple, fingers pinching the left.

you let out the sluttiest moan, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

his other hand, wanders down to your clit, rubbing fast, sloppy circles against it.

he feels you start to tighten around him, breath hitching and legs shaking against his.

he meets your hips from the bottom, thrusts turning deeper and more deliberate. "i feel it, you're right there, huh?"

"let go for me, yeah? don't hold back."

you moan, clenching tightly around him as your body arches and he groans against your neck.

"there you go, y/n .... that's it baby. you look so pretty cumming around me.." he moans, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. his thrusts don't stop, despite your legs giving out, as he fucks you into overstimulation.

you're left a wet, whimpering mess, while he chases his release, stilling deep inside you as he releases into the condom.

he slowly pulls out of you, laying you down carefully on the bed, as he flops beside you, chest still rising and falling.

"you okay?" his whispers, his voice slightly hoarse. "wasn't too much?"

you shake your head, still catching your breath. he looks at you for some moments, having everything he's ever wanted, a mess in his bed right now.

"don't overthink it." he speaks into the silence, already knowing where your mind is going. "you let me see all of you tonight. i'm not going anywhere."

"if i didn't, would you have left?"

"no." he doesn't even let a beat pass. "i'd still want you. still think about you. still be trying to get under your skin in the worst way." he says, letting out a breathy laugh.

"i truly want you y/n. so let me stay this time. really stay."

a/n: uhhhhhhh yeah

tagz. @nithxhoon (wouldn't let me tag u)

[strwberri-milk]

Maybe this is a bit angsty but could I request the LADS men’s (or just Sylus’s) reaction when reader randomly, casually says in a conversation, ‘Well you’re probably not gonna stick around with me in the future anyway’ (so in short, they think they’re temporary).

Zayne's attention snaps to you so quickly you would have thought you told him you're experiencing a cardiac event. He takes a second to process the words, brows furrowing as he asks you why you'd say something like that. His reaction is so visceral you can't help but laugh awkwardly, asking him what he means by that. The confusion tinged with something unreadable and sad hurts his heart, wondering if he hasn't made it clear enough that he's madly in love with you and only you.

He falls silent, pondering your words and his own actions. Has he not been affectionate enough with you? Has he not been obvious enough about how in love he is with you? You start to squirm, usually used to his thoughtful pauses but the tension rising in the air has you suffocating.

Eventually he tells you that you're going to be stuck with him for quite a while because he doesn't intend on giving you up that easily. He cups your face in his hands, telling you that you're the most precious thing to him in the world and he's going to love you until his dying breath, then past that. The confession is quite intense especially since he just looks very intense for the most part so it steals your breath away before Zayne pushes air right back into your lungs with a desperate kiss.

Xavier immediately tells you off, raising a brow as he asks why you think he wouldn't be there in the future. He's spent so many years yearning for your warmth - it seems blasphemous to him not to stay with you until the universe tears you apart and then some. You see the hurt in his eyes immediately, trying to backtrack as he asks you if you really thought he'd leave.

He takes your hands in his gently, taking a palm to cup his cheek as he nuzzles into your warmth, looking up at you with those baby blues that seem to tempt you to fall into them as he repeats the question. Your words are dry in your throat as you look away, his hand coming up to tilt your face back to look at him.

He swears his life to you again, peppering your hand in kisses as he speaks. If you had any doubts about his feelings for you before there's no way you can now, not with the way his voice settles around you. He solidifies his feelings for you, devoting his entire being to you in the quiet space between the two of you.

Rafayel is totally unamused, brushing your comment off as a joke. He fully thinks you're just trying to get under his skin, teasing him because that's the sort of relationship that the two of you have. When you don't respond with your usual enthusiasm he looks at you with a scrutinizing gaze. His lips press together as he starts to realise that you were serious, rolling his eyes as he pulls you against his chest.

He's shaking, thinly veiled anger running through his veins. He isn't really mad at you, but it would be wrong to say that he isn't at the same time. He doesn't understand why you'd think something like that, under the belief that he's made it very clear that he's in love with you and only you. I mean, have you seen him in a room with other people when they aren't you?

His words are soft in your ear, the quietest hint of a threat in them as he asks if you're serious. Nothing about this was temporary, about his feelings for you were fading. They never did and they never could, not even if he fell to his knees and begged for someone to take them from him. He's built on the anger of a dead civilsation and the inability to do anything but love you, telling you that even if you try to leave him he'll just wait until you're ready for him again.

Sylus doesn't even stop what he's doing, chuckling softly at the notion. He thinks you're joking, unable to fathom that you're fully serious in thinking that he won't be sticking around. You feel a little upset at how easily he brushes you off, deciding that you're done for the day as you fall silent. He notices that right away, looking up at you and beckoning for you to crawl into his lap. If you refuse to he'll simply come over and pull you into his lap without question, telling you to repeat yourself.

You repeat the statement, now more unsure of yourself since he's staring at you intently. You can see the slight quirk of his lips, his smirk making your heart beat a little faster as you tell him that whatever the two of you have isn't serious. He laughs at the notion, shaking his head as he cups your face in his hands. He takes in every detail of your face, sighing softly as he buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses as he shakes his head.

He doesn't know what to say, the words all caught in his throat as he holds you. You don't need him to say anything though, the desperate way he clings to your body and his lips muttering the beginnings of words just to abandon them convincing you more with every passing second that he's going to love you until the end of time.

[dokyumms]

(not so) sneaky

what happens when a drunk chan wants to cuddle while the group's in italy, except no one knows you're dating...

pairing: dino x 14thmember!reader

genre: fluff, lightly suggestive? (just very detailed making out i guess)

word count: 1.1k

cw: kisses/making out, chan had too much wine, secret relationship, set during nana tour

a/n: i'm finally back! this wasn't what i was originally going to put out, but i've been stuck trying to finish a different fic so here yall go 👀 i will be back on my normal posting schedule now!!! could NOT find a third pic so i guess it's just 2 for now

dividers by @purefantasia

someone lands onto your bed with an "oomph"

assuming it's wonwoo, for the third time, maybe coming to give you another souvenir, you wink an eye open. "you need something, won?" but instead your greeted with a sloppy, suspiciously wine tasting peck on the lips. oh lord.

you widen your eyes at the attack, staring at the culprit who pulls away with a dramatic "mwah!"

"chan? what are you doing? what if there's someone in here?" you ramble, sitting up properly to scan the room, accidentally knocking into chan's head in the process.

"ow! y/n～!," he sulks, "aren't you happy to see your boyfriend? what's with the aggression～"

thankfully, the room is empty, or at least you think so. it's basically pitch black save for the moonlight that peeks in through a sheer curtain. you turn your head back at chan, sighing when you can practically smell the wine coming off of him.

"you're so drunk, aren't you?" you ask, and all he does is nod in response, pushing you down onto your back and laying down next to you. normally, you'd nag him. you'd tell him that you've warned him about the damage he'd probably do to his career if he wouldn't stop downing glasses of wine like it's water, but it's not a normal day, so you hold back this time.

since the group's tour had started, you and chan had not gotten any time to yourselves whatsoever. and as much as you were thankful for the free trip to italy, it'd only prolonged the time till you could even kiss chan, let alone cuddle.

even if sharing the same bed was normal for the members, one of them nuzzling into your neck? yeah, probably not something you could pass off as platonic. and chan? he liked to do a whole lot of that.

speaking of the members, there's a faint sound of laughter and singing that is barely muffled by the closed door- a reminder of just how risky this whole situation is, but you try to ignore it for the sake of being able to enjoy this one moment.

chan shuffles around before rolling over so that half of his body is on yours. he snuggles into your chest, as expected, and closes his eyes.

"that wine was really good, though," he mumbles quietly, as if all the energy he had a minute ago just vanished into the warmth of your bed. you chuckle at his deliberation, pondering a bit yourself. "too bad i never got to try any, think i passed out right after the game." you respond, recalling most of the evening where you were given an hour to do a mission.

you failed (the mission being that you had to carry an egg on a spoon around the entire house without dropping it, but mingyu accidentally bumped into you...), but you were glad to see that chan had passed it (plus, it gave him a chance to give you a hug with no suspicion).

he hums. "well, do you wanna try some?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you. you blink a couple times, confused. "are you really going to go out there and try to lug back a bottle without them noticing you? because i’m not getting dragged into more karaoke.”

shaking his head slightly, he laughs, his voice vibrating against you. “no, i was thinking of something more like this,”

he pulls himself up so that he’s hovering over you. his eyes flicker over every feature of your face. you watch him, almost shuddering at his gaze. suddenly, you’re thankful for the lack of light, because you don’t want to imagine how red your face is; it’s been awhile since you and chan have been doing, well, whatever he’s doing.

before you can really ask about that, he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. you let your eyes flutter shut at the contact. the whole move is pretty cheesy, but the acidic taste of wine on his lips distracts you well enough to ignore the thought.

it’s an addicting flavor, and you swipe your tongue against his lips, greedily taking as much as he’ll give you.

it’s always moments like this where chan lets loose. normally, he’s shy about his love, even when you two are alone, so it’s always a surprise whenever he’s got alcohol in his system. it almost makes you forget that he’s the one who suggested keeping you two a secret.

he parts his lips, letting your tongue roam, sighing when he feels your hand cup the back of his neck and pull it closer to you.

you two don’t really keep track of how long this goes on for, both of you being dazed in some way. but finally, you pull back.

there’s a couple seconds of breathless panting before he grins at you. “taste good?”

you smile back, “eh, would probably be better from a glass”, laughing when he gives you a look of defeat and collapses next to you, quick to pull you back into his embrace.

by now, it’s probably some wild hour in the night, and you know that chan should head out before someone barges in to go to sleep, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go.

“chan,” you warn, looking up at him to find that he’s practically passed out already, eyes closed as he breathes shallowly. “chan, you should go.” you say, even though you don’t really want him to.

“i’ll be out before someone gets here, they’re all bound to just sleep on the ground at this rate,” he yawns, tightening his grip on you.

if you knew any better, you’d push him off the bed, but for right now, you choose to believe him and you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

-

“don’t jeonghan and dokyeom do this all time? it’s not anything abnormal…”

“okay well not like that!”

“just let them be, it’s probably nothing.”

“nah, what the hell.”

“the water isn’t working again!”

you faintly hear a mush of voices overlapping each other, but it’s none of your concern right now. chan has most definitely not left yet, still snuggled up against you.

the smart choice right now is to get up and check what’s on the agenda for today, but you don’t make that choice and decide to rest for a bit more. the warmth of chan’s body is a little too comfortable right now.

he stirs and shuffles a bit before you feel his hair tickle your neck as he seemingly looks up and plants a soft kiss to your jaw.

bad idea.

“HUH?”

“THEY’RE DATING GUYS THEY’RE DATING”

“damn chan i didn’t know you had it in you!”

“eugh”

your eyes fly open as you practically pop up into a sitting position. chan does the same.

you’re both equally as horrified to see that a good amount of the members are standing near the foot of your bed. they’re either shouting or standing with a hand covering their mouths.

chan groans besides you, falling back onto the bed as basically slam your face into a pillow.

looks like you two are never being left alone again.

[celestiamour]

MEOW MEOW MEOW SE-MI SMUT X F!READER PLL,ZZPLZLZZ IM ON MY KNEES PLZ

ft. han se-mi x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ an examination of piercings turns into something more┊0.8k words

contains: smut!! dom se-mi & sub reader┊tongue piercing, receiving oral, one mention of needles, innocent reader, se-mi is older & called “unnie”

➤ author's note: glad to see the girls getting just as much love as the boys in my inbox

“did they hurt?” you asked, gently holding your friend’s face in your hands and admiring her like a newly discovered painting from the renaissance era. it was mesmerizing how the light shone off the metal, and you couldn’t stop staring, even going as far as to run your finger over the little star of her nose piercing in awe without thinking. it was so damn cute how fascinated you seemed to be by these decisions she made nearly a decade ago in her teenage years.

normally, se-mi wouldn’t have let anyone put their hands on her and would probably punch them if they went anywhere near her face. yet here she sat in her bed allowing herself to be adored by you. she wondered if this was how cats felt when being coddled by their owners, the spoiled white persian kinds you see in movies with diamond collars and more toys than what they know to do with. “no, it was just like a pinch.”

“i couldn’t imagine that— having a needle pierce my skin, i mean,” you shivered. “my ears were pierced when i was a baby, but even then, they’re a little crooked because i wouldn’t stop crying.”

she giggled at the thought of it. “it’s not the needle that’s painful, it’s the healing process. the days after i got my tongue pierced were the worst, i couldn’t eat for days.”

“you have a tongue piercing?”

humming to confirm, she cheekily stuck out her tongue to show off the metal pierced through the muscle, even flexing it to flaunt the jewelry. it was extremely amusing to see how flustered you were becoming even though you tried not to show it.

“why did you get it pierced when it’s not even visible all the time?”

“cause it feels good for…”

“feels good for what?” you asked innocently, tilting your head in a way that made her want to eat you alive.

“well… it’s kinda hard to explain, but i could show you if you like…”

you didn’t have the foggiest idea what she was talking about at first until you found yourself flipped on your back with your shorts dragged to your ankles along with your panties and her head in between your shaking thighs, sliding her hot tongue between your folds and savoring the taste collecting on her palette. this wasn’t something best friends did, but you made no attempt to push her away and allowed her to do as she pleased.

“s-se-mi unnie…” you whined out, fingers finding and tangling with her dark locks yet also doing the contradictory action of wiggling your hips away. you’ve never felt this way before, knots twisting in your stomach and fire spreading under your skin as you try to wiggle away from the foreign sensation that felt too good to be real.

“ah, ah, ah, don’t run from me, you taste so fucking sweet.” her grip on your legs tightened as she pulled you closer to her, swirling the cold pierced metal across your throbbing clit and enjoying your moans like music. “i wish we had done this sooner, don’t you? god, i don’t think i could ever get enough now that i’m here.”

you couldn’t even verbalize a proper answer with nothing but pathetic whimpers falling from your mouth, eyes flickering between her and the ceiling as they rolled back with tears threatening to drip down the waterline. did things like this always feel so good, or was se-mi simply an expert who knew your body better than you did yourself with age and experience? silly little questions you would ponder if you weren’t getting your brains fucked out by just her tongue, making her wonder in return how you would handle taking her strap when you were already going crazy like this. (you have no idea how long she’s been fantasizing about having you like this, sitting in this very bed thinking about your soft skin and lips against hers with her hand crammed in her pants.)

“fucckk, ‘m gonna- ngh!!” god, you didn’t know the word to match your oncoming orgasm, you just knew a peak was about to be reached thanks to her talented tongue.

“you’re gonna cum baby,” she chuckled. “don’t be scared, just let yourself go for me.”

suddenly her plush lips wrapped around your delicate pearl and sucked hard, and like activating a button, you cried out in pleasure and unraveled all over her face, back arched and hands tugging on her hair. she gladly licked up the messy remnants with a smirk, proud to have made you climax in less than five minutes.

“you did soooo good for me baby,” she drawled and pressed a few sloppy kisses on your twitching cunt as a reward, “think you can give me one more?”

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Sensitivity✨

I am an absolute SLUT for Luci’s wings so I wanted to write something with them :), huge thank you to @myhornybrainonlyknowsthis for the help 💖

Also I’m legit on a cruise ship rn, but @amberlouise473 knows I gotta feed y’all like I’m tossing corn to my chickens 🤣

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: You’re super curious about Lucifer’s wings, but neither of you knew how sensitive they were. You didn’t know how sensitive you could be either…

Warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, ruined clothes, pet names, oral (f receiving), face riding, over stimulation, multiple orgasms

It was time for bed and Lucifer was still working. You knew he worked late sometimes but this seemed a little later than usual. You decided to take a look to see if he was still in his office. Sure enough, you saw him sitting down at his desk when you entered the room. But when you looked closer, you saw that he’d fallen asleep at his desk, his head resting in his arms. He looked so peaceful lying there, you almost didn’t want to disturb him. But you knew he’d feel a lot better if he actually slept in your bed instead of hunched over his desk. Quietly, you walked towards him trying not to make any loud noises that might startle him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking it lightly.

“Luci?,” you whispered, “Luci, it’s time for bed, wake up sleepy head.” He moaned quietly, but your shaking didn’t seem to have done the trick. You shook his shoulder a little hard. “Luci, c’mon hon.” Nothing. You took your other hand and placed it on his other shoulder, shaking him even more. “Lucifer!,” you nearly screamed!

With that, Lucifer’s eyes shot open, pushing himself off the desk. “AAHHH!!! WHAT?!?! What’s going on?!,” he yelled. You never saw him so frazzled before, it was kind of cute. But what you really didn’t expect was to see Lucifer’s wings spring out from his back. It must have been an involuntary reaction from the shock of being woken up so suddenly. His eyes found yours and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, it’s you, darling,” he breathed. “You really scared me there! I guess I must have fallen asleep, forgive me.” You were only half listening to him at this moment, your gaze was still fixed on his angelic wings. You’d only seen them once or twice before, but never for long. It was then that Lucifer turned his head and noticed what had caught your attention. “Oh! Sorry about that, it’s a defense mechanism, as silly as that sounds. I’ll put them away-”

“No, wait!”, you shouted louder than you meant to. Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at you, not understanding why you had stopped him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just…I never get to see your wings. They’re really beautiful.”

A light blush dashed across his face, he gave you a shy smile. “O-oh, thank you! I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me.”

“That’s a shame,” you pouted, “I think they’re incredible.” You walked closer to him to get a better look at them. Their white and red coloring were breathtaking. Their length took up almost the entirety of the room you were in, and his office was not small in the least. A tiny part of you wondered if he always had red feathers, or if they had changed after he…

Perhaps that was a question for another time.

“Are they heavy?,” you inquired.

“Oh! Umm, I don’t think so,” Lucifer pondered. “I don’t really notice if they are. I might have gotten used to them over the last 10,000 or so years.”

“Can I…touch them?,” you asked shyly, averting Lucifer’s gaze.

He smiled. “Of course, love. Let’s go back to our room, shall we?”

Lucifer’s wings disappeared for now as he gently grabbed your hand and led you out of his office. Once you reached your bedroom, he unfastened his shirt and threw it off to the side. It made you blush, even though his bare chest was not a new sight to you. Lucifer noticed your reddened face and smirked.

“It’s a little easier this way, don’t you think?,” he chuckled. He walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing his legs in the process. He tapped his thigh, offering you a seat in his lap. You smiled and wrapped your legs around his torso, straddling him. “You ready?,” he asked with a little smile. You nodded your head eagerly. In an instant, his three sets wings appeared again. You noticed something was a little different though.

“I could have sworn they were bigger,” you puzzled.

“No, you’re right, they were,” Lucifer laughed. “I can control how large or small they need to be. They might have broken something in here if they were any bigger!”

You chuckled lightly. They were even more breathtaking up close, his scarlet feathers glistened even in the dim lighting of the room. You stuck out your hands and touched the top of his first set of wings. Unexpectedly, Lucifer inhaled sharply from your touch, screwing his eyes shut. You pulled away instantly.

“Oh no!,” you gasped. “Did I hurt you? I swear I barely touched them! I’m sorry!”

Lucifer exhaled slowly and opened his eyes again. “No, no, it’s alright, love,” he cooed, “it wasn’t painful. I just didn’t expect the sensation. Let’s just say they’re…more sensitive than I originally thought.” It was only then you felt a bump forming between your legs.

Oh…OH!

You quickly caught on to what he was referring to. And having you straddle his lap probably wasn’t helping. A small smirk crept across your face. You couldn’t resist the urge to make him squirm from your touch; the thought excited you.

“Well, in that case…” you smiled slyly, reaching out for his wings once more. This time, you gave them a slightly firmer grip than before. Lucifer nearly yelped from your touch and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You ran your hands up and down the tops of his wings, almost massaging them in a way. Lucifer was unable to hold back his moans.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” he panted.

You loved the sight of him bending so easily to your simple touches. You wondered if you could break him. You began to shift your hips in his lap, grinding on the now very apparent bulge in his pants. Lucifer nearly sobbed as you ground your hips against him. You moved your hands down to his second set of wings to give them some attention. You could tell he was unraveling quickly.

“D-Dear,” he choked out, “i-if you don’t stop, I’m g-gonna…f-fuck…”

His plea only made you grind against him at a faster pace while continuing to stroke his sensitive wings. At this point he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, only broken moans and gutural sounds left his lips. You moved your hands down to his smallest set of his wings, pinching them between your fingers.

“FuckfuckfuckFUCK,” Lucifer cried out as your movements finally pushed him over the edge. He bit down on your shoulder as he came, completely ruining in pants. Once he came down from his high, he looked into your eyes, almost distraught.

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” he whimpered. “I-I didn’t think that…I didn’t mean to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. His wings disappeared from sight as he buried his head into you chest

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you told him as you lifted his head up to plant a tender kiss to his lips. The small tears that had formed in his eyes fell down the side of his face, but you wiped them away with your thumbs. “Luci, please don’t apologize,” you soothed. “You never have to feel sorry for that! Did you feel good?”

Lucifer steadied his breathing, trying his best to calm down. “Yes, love, it was amazing. You’re amazing.” He lifted you off his lap and placed you on the mattress while he stood up, discarding the rest of his now filthy clothes. “But I absolutely refuse to be the only one being pleasured tonight.”

Without warning, Lucifer leaned down and crashed his lips into yours, filing your mouth with his tongue. You moaned against his lips, feeling as though you might be devoured by him. Lucifer tugged at the hem of your pajama pants, asking permission to remove them. “Mhmm,” was all you could mumble. In one swift motion, your pants had vanished and all you felt was the cool air on your legs. Lucifer brought down his fingers to your folds, loving the feeling of how wet you were for him. He captured your moan on his lips, but suddenly pulled his fingers away, leaving you to whine in protest.

Lucifer broke your kiss and brought his soaked finger to his lips, tasting your sweet nectar. “Mmm, you always taste so delectable, darling,” he marveled. You couldn’t help but blush at his words, he knew just what buttons to press when it came to you. He crawled back up on the bed and laid flat on his back, his head propped up by the pillows. “Come have a seat, sweetheart,” he teased as he pointed to his coy smiling face.

Your face became extreme hot as you crawled towards the demon king. You made your way on top of him and came to a halt when your dripping cunt hovered right above Lucifer’s eager smile.

“A meal fit for a king, truly,” he laughed as he dug his face into your aching pussy. You nearly screamed as his forked tongue worked his magic along your slit. He devoured you, making sure every inch of you was consumed. His lips found your clit and started to kiss and suck at it. He’d only just started and you were ready to snap.

“O-Oh my God, Lucifer, shhhiiittt, I’m so close…s-s-so close…,” you whined.

“God can’t hear you down here, angel,” he teased you before continuing to lap at your folds. He made quick work of you, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

“Fuuuuccckkkk, imcummingIMCUMMIMG,” you screamed as you finally felt your walls clench and spasm around nothing. Lucifer happily swallowed your juices as your orgasm started to recede. You tried to lift yourself up off Lucifer’s face, but he kept a firm grip on your legs.

“I’m not done with you, love,” he chuckled. With a snap of his fingers, golden shackles formed around your ankles, the chain hooked underneath Lucifer’s back. A twisted look of fear and passion flashed across your face. You were trapped.

“L-Luci…what are you-” you tried to asked but were cut off by another long lick up your sensitive cunt. A gutural moan escaped your mouth, you still hadn’t fully recovered from your orgasm.

“I thought it would only be fair to ruin you, since you ruined my clothes,” he chastised playfully. “But if at any time it becomes too much for you, tell me and I’ll let you go immediately, okay?”

“Al-Alright,” you stuttered, trembling from the anticipation.

Lucifer hummed against your lower lips. “I’ll make this a little easier for you, sweetheart.” You saw Lucifer’s form start to change beneath you. His horns had erupted from his head while his eyes shifted to a deep red and gold color with onyx irises. “Something for you to hold onto,” he murmured sensually.

Tentatively, you took hold of his horns and braced yourself for his next move. You didn’t have to wait long before you felt his tongue attacking your cunt once more. The grip you had on his horns could have torn your skin clean off with how tight you were holding them while he nipped and sucked your overstimulated clit. Before you knew it, your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first. Then your third, your fourth, your cunt was getting absolutely abused by Lucifer who hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down since he started. After your fifth orgasm washed over you, your legs had given out from under you, completely collapsing on top of Lucifer.

“No more…,” you begged. “No more, please…”

Lucifer snapped his fingers and the shackles around your ankles disappeared in an instant. You conjured up the remainder of your strength to push yourself off him and roll over onto your side, an absolutely breathless mess. You could hardly keep your eyes open. You could feel yourself losing consciousness until Lucifer pulled you flush to his chest.

“You did so well, my dear,” he murmured against your ear. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

“Sleep…” was all you could muster. Lucifer chuckled lightly, kissing your cheek ever so softly.

“Goodnight, love,” you heard him whisper as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It was the best sleep you ever had.

~~~~

“I just think they’re neat!” - Me w/ Lucifer’s wings also Lucifer inventend pussy eating, this is fact, ALSO also something something handlebar horns

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 3 - Oviposition ft Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail)

Soooooooo.... this got out of hand WHEEZE as it always does when it involves dragon eggs. I'm-.... I'm just hopeless atp. Buckle up I'm about to ignore canon and pull a lot of made up shit from thin air for the sake of horny, lmaoooo. Lovingly dedicated to @moraxsthrone

This is how Tang Tang was made//HIT

At first, you aren’t sure if you heard correctly. 

Dan Heng says nothing but pointedly avoids your gaze with a healthy blush on his cheeks.

“Did you say, uh… maybe I misheard but-” You start.

“Eggs.” Dan Heng repeats. “Dragon eggs, much smaller, of course, but they… could be viable…”

“... Eggs.” You say with a blink. 

Dan Heng sighs. “Yes.” And turns around to stare and interact with a few screens. “According to some ancient records it seems, those who have fully realized their potential as draconic Vidhyadara and manifest the dragon-like characteristics and behaviors, could, in theory, be able to pass on genes and reproduce like our reptile counterparts.” 

He is still not looking at you. Scrolling mindlessly through windows of text and opening and closing tabs. He’s nervous, you know it. 

“Children.” You blurt.

“Yes, I… it’s understandable if you have reservations. There is time to consider, I don’t want you to feel obligated to anything or…”

There’s a bit of hope in his voice, your heart warms up and flutters. Children. It’s been such an accepted impossibility in your relationship. You’ve entertained the idea of adoption someday. Now there could be a chance?

You just never imagined it would involve getting railed and apparently pumped full of-

You inhale, close your eyes, and decide to speak before you think too much about it. “Alright, but you have a lot to explain.” 

------------------

And so, he explains. In excruciating detail. 

Dan Heng seems to be pondering aloud just as much as he is trying to explain the whole process. All an educated guess, though, as he puts it. You’re working with estimations and are not sure how to feel about that but he’s put an incredible amount of research into it all and that, at least, soothes you.

Over the years you’ve seen Dan Hang in many different ways and dealt with your fair share of… interesting Vidyadhara traits. Mates? Good. Funky dragon anatomy? Very good. Being protective and territorial over you? Yes. But eggs… will definitely be new. 

Your back hits the mattress and you shiver nervously, only in your underwear. Dan Heng kisses you softly, his hand cupping your cheek. Like this his eyes have an almost ethereal glow and his long dark hair is unbound falling down his back. Teal horns crown his head, and though they aren’t new you can’t help but be amazed by them every time.

“How do you feel? Are you sure about this?” He asks tenderly. 

You’re trying hard not to think too much about your previous discussions, sneaking a glance at his underwear out of the corner of your eye, or more accurately, at the large bulge in it. 

You lick your lips nervously and nod “Yeah… yeah, sure.” 

He sighs and smooths a hand along your shoulder. “If you have changed your mind-”

“No, no! I haven’t I promise I just… I’m nervous, there’s a lot to consider and…” You stare at him for a moment and remember, he is walking this path with you, just as lost and nervous. “I love you.” You smile reassuringly. “I love you so much. I want this.”

His breath comes out in a woosh and he leans forward again to kiss you. 

It’s passionate, demanding, his tongue tangles with yours and explores your mouth and you groan, your body melting under him, hands roaming each other’s bodies. You see his teal dragon tail manifesting, swaying about excitedly before curling around your ankle possessively.     

He massages your breast, pinching a nipple between his fingers to bring it to a stiff peak, you whine and arch your back, he takes the chance to make short work of your bra and toss it somewhere along the dark room before your arms curl around his neck once more to pull him down into another kiss.

His hips buck into yours and he moans. Even through the fabric you can already tell this time something is different. 

And honestly you can’t wait. 

Your fingers hook at the edge of his underwear, teasing, and start to pull down, Dan Heng groans and helps you discard his last piece of clothing, your panties quickly joining after and this is it. You stare.

Not just his gorgeous, thick cock you’ve come to love so much but two. Two.

One is relatively normal, his shape and girth familiar despite the clear draconic hue from his dark uncut tip and soft ridges. The other slightly larger, with a pointier tip, not as strange as Dan Heng had made it out to be. The Vidyadhara had been all shy and hesitant about it, both out of embarrassment and perhaps because he was afraid it might scare you off. 

Instead, desire pools between your legs. Oh, how you want.

“A-Alright, so first I should-!!” Any other words are lost in a strangled moan as you reach out and wrap your hand around the unfamiliar length. It’s hot in your palm, thick and firm. Dan Heng hisses as you tentatively jerk it a bit, squeezing around the tip, it’s spade-shaped and neatly tapered, perfect for reaching deep and pressing on just the right spots. 

Or so you assume, won’t know until you try.

He bucks into your hand with a grunt and you stare fascinated at the leaking tip, before either of you can process it, you dark forward and lap at it. “Hng!” He tosses his head back and his hand flies to grip at your hair. 

It tastes salty, slightly more viscous and you can’t get enough of it, you gingerly kiss at the tip and mouth at it before closing your lips around the crown, it’s thick in your mouth, your hand teasing the rest of it. 

You stare up at Dan Heng, his eyes shut tight, brow furrowed and face flushed all the way to the tips of his pointy ears, he’s tense and shivering, clearly holding back from rutting into the wet warmth of your throat. 

So, you attempt to take him deeper, moaning for good measure so the vibrations drive him insane, and you’re rewarded with more pleasured noises that make your pussy clench.

“My love… w-wait-” He gasps, you run your tongue along the underside of his length. “Fuck-!” Ohhh he’s losing his composure, his grip on your hair tightening. When your other hand curls around his unattended cock, thumb swirling at the tip, he snaps. “Enough.”

You pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips and catching your breath. 

Dan Heng pushes you back with a hand and you follow easily, back hitting the mattress and spreading your legs eagerly for him to slot in. He reaches for a pillow and places it under your hips, raising the slightly, his tail now curls around your thigh. 

Your stares cross, love and lust mixing. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, his thumb rubbing over your entrance, finding you dripping wet. 

“Yes, Aeons, yes…”

He leans down to kiss you again, tender this time, there’s a sense of intimacy that warms you. How you love this man, this dragon. The way he dotes over you, the way he breathes in your scent and kisses you and holds you close, tender. 

He sinks two fingers inside you and you whimper into the kiss. He works you open slowly, reverent, pulling in and out, stretching them a bit and adding a third. You’re squirming, desperate and worked up. Nails dragging on his back and shoulders. “Dan Heng please…” 

He kisses at your neck, nips the skin there with his fangs. “Be patient, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please, just put it in. Breed me.” 

He stops, you hear a little growl, ragged breath on your collarbone, and suddenly the fingers are gone. You barely have time to miss them when that thick pointy cockhead is pressing against you. 

Then it sinks in, the glide slow and gentle with Dan Heng’s careful movements.  

And oh, oh- you feel him stretch you. Thick and long and so, so hot. It spears you open in the most delicious way, rubbing at your insides as he pulls out ever so slightly before fucking in deeper with slow rolls of his hips.

You toss your head back and moan. You feel so full, deliciously complete. The draconic cock settling deep inside as Dan Heng bottoms out, his balls flush against your taint and the second cock dribbling precum everywhere on your thigh and navel.  

You take a moment or two to settle, both of you, and then he starts moving. Dan Heng pulls back and rolls into you languidly, slow and deep, testing the waters. 

“So good for me��� so warm and… thigh-!” He murmurs against your skin, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach. You keen, arching off the mattress and meeting his every thrust.

The air is thick and heavy, he presses as close as he can against you, your legs lock behind his back as he gradually speeds up. Your thoughts are fuzzy, blissed-out. The room is a cacophony of moans and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin. 

“I need- please- Dan Heng-!!”

The drag of his cock sets you alight, every nerve stimulated, pleasure building and building…

“I’m close” He rasps out. You’re about to tell him to come deep inside as he always does and then you remember.

“Oh.”

Dan Heng’s grip tightens in the sheets, his thrusts slow to a crawl and you suddenly feel a subtle bulge pressing against your hole. “T-that’s-” You say breathlessly. 

An egg.

He presses his forehead against yours and rolls his hips a little more insistent, trying to ease it in “Careful now…relax for me.” 

You’re trying but the pressure is intense and you’re already so full of thick cock. How can you take more? You whimper.

“I’m-”

“You can do it.”

A dragon egg, a little dragon baby. A tiny piece of you and him joining to create something wonderful. This is why you’re doing this. 

“Almost there” His voice is a soothing balm, con contradictory to the way he ruts into you, pushing your limits. But the way his teal eyes almost glow, pupils pulled to slits, flushed and panting but so determined, staring at you with so much love. You bite your lip and cant your hips, muffling your cries as his cock slips deeper with every thrust. 

It feels like an eternity when the ovipositor slips back all the way inside, and you cry out.

Dan Heng’s thumb traces your clit and while he can’t really pull out, he fucks into you with a nice deep grind.

“Dan Heng-!” You whisper, nothing more than a debauched breathless mess. “Dan Heng, Dan Heng, Dan Heng…”

The coil in your gut snaps and you come with a scream, tears springing to your eyes and your walls fluttering around his length, easing the egg deep inside you. He fucks a few more thrusts into you and then makes a noise you never heard from him before, a sort of choked growl.

Then, he stills.

You spend a few moments catching your breath and Dan Heng nuzzles into you, kissing away your tears as you lie a full, overstimulated, flushed mess. 

“Bear with me just a little longer.” He pants, pulling back a a little to hover over you. You groan, having almost forgotten about this particular step and the promise of his other cock, the one more familiar to you. 

He eases the ovipositor out of you slowly. The egg vaguely feeling heavy and round in your womb. You can’t think straight as Dan Heng shifts against you, his other cock resting against your entrance before easily sinking in, smaller than the first, bottoming out immediately. 

You sigh.

“I… I won’t last long.” He admits.

“Breed me.” You repeat. “Our egg will take.”

It seems like the right incentive as he starts fucking into you in a frenzied pace, pressing and pulling at your insides. You sob and squirm, uselessly trying to match his rhythm. He growls, groans and tips over surprisingly quickly, filling you up with sticky cum. 

Your body sags, spent, aching, full, and so utterly satisfied. He stays lodged in deep and doesn’t move. You both take a moment to come down from the intense high. 

Dan Heng slides a hand along your tummy, smoothing the skin there and feeling the very small subtle bulge there. “Mine. All mine… both of you.” He claims.  

You place your hand on his and smile weakly.

He finally pulls out, making you groan at the emptiness, and maneuvers you both onto your sides, spooning you. He brushes at your hair and kisses the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings “You did so well. I love you.” His hand rests on the soft curve of your stomach. The barest signs of a bump that could be easily missed. “Rest.” 

You sigh deeply, content. “Love you too…” Comes out slightly slurred. And so, you rest.

[moonstruckme]

Idk if you’ve done anything like this before but maybe reader who’s feeling insecure in her swimsuit with Steve 🩵

cw: reader's swimsuit is compared to underwear, reader is insecure about her body, Steve is a silly boy

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 735 words

From beneath the surface of the water, you hear a voice. Deep, resonant. Your heart skips pleasantly as you kick upwards. 

You crest the surface to find Steve halfway to you. He’s squinting in the sun, one hand brought up to shade his face. There’s something indescribably but undeniably handsome to you about Steve’s frown. It brings those ultra-expressive brows of his down and together, causing his lips to purse and his jaw—you don’t know how, but you swear—to appear more defined. Or maybe it’s just that there’s usually a sort of exasperated care about the look, and you like to think that care could be directed at you.

“Hey,” you say, the word curving with your smile. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you.” He crouches by the edge of the pool, leaning down for a kiss. Afterwards, you set your chin on your crossed arms to look up at him, lips buzzing. Steve touches your face with a finger, unsticking a piece of hair that’s become slicked to your cheek and combing it back in with the rest. “They’re showing Jaws at the movies for a buck a piece. You wanna go?” 

“Right now?” 

“In an hour. Plenty of time to get dried off and grab snacks.” 

You kick your legs idly, pondering. Really, nothing sounds better to your sun-warmed brain than showering and putting on some comfortable clothes to go sit in a dark room. Steve will probably have you half in his lap by the end credits, too, it being a scary movie. 

“Sure,” you say. “Want to hang out here while I rinse off and stuff?” 

Steve grins; it’s nearly as handsome as his frown, enough to send your stomach into fits. “Sounds good to me.” He reaches for your hands to help you out. 

You start to take them automatically, but hesitate. You and Steve are pretty comfortable with each other, but you haven’t had your clothes off in front of him. The bikini you have on now is really no different than underwear. You glance down at the body currently distorted by rippling pool water, insecure.

“What’s up?” Steve asks at your pause. 

You feel trapped. There’s really no way out of this for you. You could ask him to go inside so he doesn’t see you and you know he’d do it, but that feels worse. The only thing scarier than him seeing you like this might be confessing how worried you are that he won’t like what he sees. 

If Steve isn’t acting like it’s a big deal, you decide, neither will you. 

“Nothing,” you say, putting your hands in his. Steve hauls you out of the water without another delay. 

It’s not a pretty process. Your back bends forward as you emerge, tummy sticking out and water streaming off you. In your mind it glistens most obviously in the places you’d like not to show, the rolls and curvatures you’d rather Steve’s eyes sailed past unseeingly. You get one knee up onto the warm tiles surrounding the pool, letting his hands go so you can crawl the rest of the way up on your own. As you straighten, you fight hard not to bend your shoulders and cross your arms over yourself. 

But Steve has already turned away. Not in repulsion or some attempt at preserving your modesty, just to grab the towel you’d set nearby. He wraps it around your shoulders. 

Your stomach flips at the appreciative glance you catch him dropping to your chest. Steve notices you noticing; his cheekbones tinge a pretty pink. 

“Sorry,” he says hastily. 

You wrap the towel around yourself, feeling rather flushed yourself. “It’s okay.” 

“I just, I—you know, we haven’t—” 

“I know,” you say. “It’s fine.” 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You’ve never seen Steve so flustered. It makes it difficult to feel very self-conscious yourself, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat. “Like, if you don’t want me to see, but you’re—you—obviously, you’re--” He gestures helplessly at your body, now mostly covered by the towel, then looks like he regrets that, too. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’m going to go inside, okay?” 

“Okay.” Your smile is irrepressible, now. “Steve, it’s really fine. You’re good.” “You go shower.” Steve turns around, walking face-first into your back door. He continues talking as though this doesn’t register. “I’ll be in the kitchen, just—not thinking about—uh, yeah.”

[kuurechr]

Satoru barged into your dorm, no warning ahead of time, so he was surprised to see Shoko on your bed, slathering a face mask on you, as Nanami sat with his back against the bed, on the floor reading as his face mask was drying on his face.

"You guys are having a fun night without me?!" Satoru exclaimed, feigning pain as he held onto his heart. "I thought you were my best friends?"

"Who told you that?" Nanami grumbled, before looking over at you. "Where's Ijichi? He's late, is he on a mission?"

"Ijichi isn't going on missions anymore, I told him not to," Satoru said, sliding next to Nanami, looking over his shoulder to see what he was reading.

Nanami shut his book. "Why would you do that?"

"What're you reading, porn?" Satoru said with a scowl, as Nanami put his book away.

"Answer the question Satoru," you chided, reaching over to your dresser to take out a sheet mask for Shoko.

"He'd die out on missions. He's better off as an assistant."

"Why would you do that to him?" Shoko asked. "He'd already barely gone out on missions last year."

"Duh," Satoru mocked. "Because he'd die if he went out on a mission for a curse higher than a fourth grade. You guys know I'm right."

You huffed. "Yeah, that's probably what's best for him, but you probably didn't put it very nicely."

Satoru shrugged, evading the accusation. "He's probably stuck doing paperwork. Which means there's room for one more today!"

"There's room for you any day," you reminded him. "However, you're rarely here. And I thought you were dealing with a special grade today."

"It was a first grade," Satoru huffed. "But it was in the North Pole, so that slowed me down a bit. It's really cold there, you know?"

"Sometimes I forget you didn't get elementary level schooling," Nanami deadpanned.

"And yet somehow he's about to be a parent," Shoko commented. "How's the adoption process going?"

"Yaga's dealing with most of it," Satoru answered, leaning his head back. "I don't even know if I'll have time to properly take care of them. They're like 6 and 7? They can function pretty well on their own by then, right?"

Everyone in the room instantly glared at Satoru, and he put his hands up in defence. "Okay, okay, I know, I was kidding. You guys think so little of me. But seriously you all better be good at babysitting, especially at random hours."

"Well, you're doing a good thing," you reassured him. "So of course, everyone's open to help." Satoru thanked you, genuinely sincere before quickly switching up and teasing Nanami for what he was reading. As the two argued, Shoko closed her eyes, falling back on your bed, and it made you think.

"Hey guys?" Shoko opened her eyes, looking over at you. The boys both turned their heads to look at you, clearly pondering something. "What are you planning on doing? After you graduate. And for a while after that?"

"What's bringing that question on?" Shoko asked.

"I mean, I don't know. Obviously the adopting part is going to be a big part of it. But what are we going to do?"

"I mean, there's not many options for a jujutsu sorcerer," Satoru reasoned. "I'll just keep going on missions as I'm assigned to them. That should keep me busy till I'm old. Shoko, you're a bit different right? You're too useful to leave as an assistant but your cursed technique doesn't really put you in a fighting stance."

"Yeah you're right," Shoko agreed. "Yaga talked to me about it back when I first got scouted, actually. I'll become a school doctor. I want to get my license first though. Y/N, you're continuing taking missions?"

"Yeah, of course," you answered. "Nanami, you too?"

"I don't know," Nanami scratched the back of his head. "Sometimes I feel like I'm going to quit. This sorcery shit is exhausting. And I've only been at it for three years. How did the two of you survive for this long?"

"Well I wasn't fighting curses at age 3."

"I was." You all glared at Satoru again. "What?! I'm Gojou Satoru! Of course I was kicking curses asses!"

"Alright well, back to the kids," you said. "You've met them, right? I'm sure they're gonna be hard to get along with at first; they've been through a lot, right? God, where were they even living before? What's wrong with Toji, how could he just completely ditch them?!"

Satoru placed a hand on your calf. "Alright, don't freak out. They live in this really crappy apartment. Apparently, they left them enough money for that. But the older girl did all the chores, and helped Megumi with it. Megumi collected water from places he'd found clean water, apparently, because they couldn't pay their water bill. And the lights don't work, so I'm guessing it will freeze or burn depending on the weather. We got them out of there immediately though. They're staying with Yaga right now."

"Why can't Yaga continue to do that?" Nanami asked. "Why does it have to be you who takes them in?"

"It doesn't have to be me," Satoru answered. "It's my choice. They're with us because it was my decision. So it should be my responsibility to make sure they're okay."

Nanami nodded. Shoko chuckled. "I'm surprised Satoru. You're sounding like a good person."

"I'm going to rip that mask off your face."

"Now that sounds like Sato-! No, wait, I have five more minutes!"

You can read more of this on AO3 ! Nothing Special

[syluriar]

drying hair - sylus x mc reader

sypnosis: literally just sylus drying your hair because he's whipped for you.

a/n: just had this cute thought of sylus drying your hair because for me personally i'm not a fan of it, and that's just one of the reasons why sylus would do it for you, other than that he loves the hell out of you. also not proud how i eneded this, writing has been a bitch latley because my brain won't work with me :( also no grammer check because i'm TIRED.

contains: mc!reader. sylus teasing you but you tease him back. call back to grassland romance. you thinking on your feelings for sylus. just bascially fluff.

word count: 1366

“Can I dry your hair, sweetie?”

It was a simple question, but it made you freeze and look at Sylus, who was towering above you from your seasted position at your desk, hair dryer in hand and ready to go. 

Curiosity filled you at his offer, and other times you would have followed it, bothering Sylus until he either revealed why or you would do your own investigation. 

But your arms were already aching from the towel drying, and you really did want to relax today after a grueling day fighting Wanders and filling reports. You had planned the rest of the day for ultimate relaxation and the only thing that would make it worse was drying your hair, a process you had to admit was not enjoyable for you.

So if you can get out of it, why not? 

“Ok,” You give him a nod. “Sure.”

And Sylus looked…absolutely delighted. His eyes shined and his smile was pure and you pondered why he’s reacting that way to do something for you, then again could you really be surprised? He’s made it known that he is at your beck and call, anything you want he’ll get you. You’re positive that if you asked him that you wanted a specific food item that can only be obtained within it’s country, Sylus would get it for you the next day. 

Those gestures still made you nervous as you weren’t used to such things, but at least now you graciously accept them instead of telling him off and refusing his gifts. Now it was cheeks burning and heart pounding, and your still quite puzzled on how your feelings for him have changed.

You forget about the hair dryer until it’s turned on in his hands, the buzzing pulls you our of your thoughts and focuses on the man now behind you. His free hand threads through your damp hair, fingernails just grazing your skull and you hold back a shiver of delight at the touch. 

“Hold still now, kitten.” 

The warm air hits you like a gentle breeze as Sylus starts the task, his fingers gentle as they part your hair to reach every part, the dryer not staying in one place too long to avoid a burning sensation on your skull. 

With your hands empty, your fingers fidget together, unsure of what to do. You have the twitch you squirm which you fight against, so you keep your eyes down, focusing on the flower pattern on your silk nightgown, another gift from Sylus.

You hear a chuckle lined with amusement that spreads embarrassment through your body. “Head up, sweetie.”

You can imagine the look on his face, that teasing smirk with creased corners at his eyes that holds mirth. You swallow and push back your fluster as you raise your head, your eyes promptly looking back into the mirror and ranking over the state of your hair, only to catch his own staring back at you.

They’re enchanting, like ruby gems that only shine for you. Flowers dead in a field that will only bloom in your presence, something poisonous that is only sweet on your tongue. The way he looks at you was as if you were the only thing that existed in the universe, the way they radiate and all the emotions they hold just for you is…exhilarating. 

A silent gasp leaves your lips when you notice how long you’ve been staring at Sylus through the mirror, and how he’s been staring back. His hand slides from your hair to your bare shoulder, his touch sending a shock of electricity through your body. 

“You’ve been staring for a while, kitten. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You push the comment, trying not to let him get under your skin. “Just making sure you know what your doing. Messing with my hair isn’t something you should do.”

“Oh?” He’s teasing again, that damn smirk back on his lips. His eyes leave yours as he threads his fingers through your hair again. “I assure you, sweetie, that I would never mess with your hair, or don’t you remember what I said back in the Grasslands?”

“I like your hair.”

Of course you remember that, you remember everything that happened when the two of you were transported to another place, either back in time or another universe, your still not quite sure, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. It was a turning point for your relationship with Sylus, where you allowed the two of you to go closer and accepted that your feelings towards him were growing. 

“...I remember.” Your cheeks burning as you admit it - remember it. His fingers grazed through your hair like he’s doing now. “I also remember you saying that you would work on your braiding skills.”

He hums, which isn’t as off-key as his singing, thankfully. “But to do that I would need a lot of time practicing on your hair to honor my skills.” He looks back at you through the mirror, catching your still eyes. “Would you give me your permission, kitten?”

You imagine it, days of Sylus’ fingers combing through your hair as he braids the threads, tutorials playing as he watches intensely, pins and all sorts on your desk to hold his work in place. You imagine yourself, helping him through it all, teasing him when he’s stuck and cheering him up if something goes wrong.

It feels nice, domestic even. 

You can’t help but smile at it, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of doing such things with Sylus. 

“I would.”

He gives a huff of amusement, but the smile on his lips is pure and real. Perhaps he’s been thinking of such things with you, and it makes you feel giddy. 

He goes back to drying your hair and you close your eyes, finally relaxing. You allow yourself to sink into his touch as his fingers comb through your hair, enjoying how gentle and peaceful it makes you feel. 

“All done.” Sylus clicks off the dryer and you open your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror, ranking over the state of your now dried hair

You hum. “Not bad for your first time.”

“I’ll take that,” He chuckles. “Though like I said before, I would need to practice more on you to get it right.”

“You have permission for that as well.”

“Good.” 

His fingers are back in your hair and your amazed how at ease it makes you feel, giving him permission to touch your hair more might be better for yourself rather than him. 

Though you wonder…

You turn and look at him, redness on your cheeks as you retort. “As long as I can do the same to your hair.”

He looks surprised by your words and it makes you feel smug as you don’t get that reaction often. But he finally smiles and cups your cheeks, bringing your face so close to his that his nose brushes against yours. “You can do that and more to me, sweetie. I’ll never say no to you.”

Now your sure your a blushing mess, if not by your burning cheeks, then certainly by your pulsing heart that your positive Sylus hears. 

God, how does this man make you feel this way so easily? 

To hide it all you tease him back. “That’s a pretty big statement to say Sylus. Never say no to me? I wonder how far I can go with that.”

“I look forward to finding out, kitten.” He replies before leaning back, but not before booping your nose. “Now it’s time for bed. I remember a certain someone saying they were going to sleep early to improve their health.”

You don’t even get up from the chair as Sylus has you in his arms in seconds, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and settling down beside you.. 

“Rest now.” His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as you cuddle under the silk sheets. “We have fun days ahead of us, so make sure not to be tired once they come.”

[pearlescentparade]

TWO TIME X READER ,,,,, ANY CRUMBS .,,, ANYTHING ., I WILL PROVE MY NAMESAKE TRUE AGAIN PLEA

★two timesmut anon

hi my name is two time and im BORING AS SHIT /ref

stealth 🔄 two time x reader fluff drabble💝

a savory aroma wafts from the pot of stew as you gently stir tonight's dinner, the stove's range hood ventilation's incessant hum serving as ambience.

you would've had two time help, but you knew better than to let them roam in the vicinity of knives. no matter how desperately they beg to offer their assistance, there is no appealing their ban from the kitchen!

you take up a spoonful of the stew, lightly blow on it, then lift it to your lips. plegh.. too salty.. a little more water would dilute it.

after making your fix, you taste it again, lightly nodding in approval at the improved flavor.

you'd go back to stirring if it hadn't dawned on you that your house is a bit too quiet for your liking. two time was home, weren't they? you thought you remembered asking them to stay in your shared bedroom until dinner was ready.

usually, you'll hear them faintly humming or rambling to themself... yet there is no such indicator of their presence.

only silence. you could hear a pin drop.

or a floorboard creak.

your head could've flown off from how quickly you snapped it to look behind you, only to be met with two time in the process of sneaking up behind you. a smile is plastered on their face, even when you've spotted them. in fact, it might've grown wider upon you turning around.

"oops! you caught me! ah, and to think i almost had you, hehe... little lamb is so vigilant!" they throw their hands up, playfully admitting their shameless guilt.

"you're not as slick as you think, timey," you retort, returning their silly attitude. "here, have some and lemme know what you think." you scoop another spoonful out, holding a hand beneath it as you carefully transfer it to two time's mouth.

they immediately swallowed, almost like the stew just went straight down their throat. you doubt they even thought about how it tastes...

"wow! i've certainly never tasted something like this! truly enlightening."

"...is it, good..?"

"nope! ..yes! ....yea! ...i'm not sure." with every switch of their opinion, two time tilts their head to the other side.

you sigh. this wasn't helping at all... but you suppose it couldn't be helped. they probably didn't consume such rich or particularly savory food in the cult. you wonder what they did eat.. gruel? is it possible for someone to be so devoted that they'd subject themself to that willingly?

as you ponder spawn cultists' diets, two time's face lights up, an idea brewing.

a small noise of surprise escapes you when your partner suddenly cups your face in their hands, slightly squishing your cheeks together.

but the shock doesn't end there, because right after, two time leans in to kiss the corner of your lips. you think you felt them lick you too.

"mm, it tasted better like that."

"wh.. huh? what??"

"there was soup on your mouth! i just got it for you. you silly, messy lamb!"

"oh.. i see..."

they'd probably like the stew more salty then.

(parade postscript: forgive me drabbles will in fact be drabbles and not fics bc I NEED TO ACTUALLY REMEMBER TO KEEP DRABBLES SSHORT AND NOT,, MAKE THEM FULLBLOWN FICS)

[hinge]

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[22ayla21]

Hiii I just read your pregnancy fic and it was amazing✨️ so I wanted to request a fic about their reaction to reader giving birth if you don't mind ( ￣▽￣)

First Birth

Their reaction to their wife's first birth

Mydei is used to keeping himself under control, but for the first time in his life he feels like he is losing control of the situation. He is used to protecting her from enemies, from conspiracies, but the pain she is going through is something he cannot fight. Despite his stern character, he does not leave. He is not the one who will leave her alone in a difficult moment. Even if he cannot ease her suffering, he will be there until the very end.

Outwardly, he remains cool, but inside everything is boiling. He understands too well how fragile life is, and the thought that something can go wrong drives him crazy. If even one of the doctors shows disrespect, hesitates or does something wrong, he looks at them in a way that makes their hands shake. Yes, he does not scream or make a scene, but his silent threat hangs in the air.

When the baby is finally born and his screams fill the room, the tension in his shoulders disappears. He doesn't move right away, just closes his eyes for a split second, letting the realization sink in. For the first time in a long time, he sees her so tired, so exhausted, but at the same time the most beautiful. And in that moment, he understands that no titles, no wars mean more than this moment.

When they give him the baby, he freezes at first, afraid that his hands, used to holding a weapon, might do something wrong. But when the baby barely squeaks, his heart is gone forever. He doesn't speak loudly, but his wife hears him whispering something quietly to the baby. Maybe it's a promise to protect, maybe just a word that he will never forget.

He won't say out loud that he was afraid, that he was about to burst with emotion. But his actions will speak for him: a gentle touch, carefully covering her with a blanket, a warm look that he has only for the two of them. When his wife finally falls asleep, he stays close, holding their baby in his arms. And at that moment he understands: now he has the two most precious things in the world, and he is ready to burn everything to protect them.

Anaxa is a man who is used to analyzing, planning and controlling everything. But childbirth is chaos that he cannot fully predict. He has studied everything about the process in advance, found the best doctors, prepared the ideal conditions... and still he is nervous, because this is not an area where knowledge gives complete certainty

On the surface, he remains collected and reasonable, as always. He does not panic, does not interfere with the doctors, does not make sudden movements. But his fingers may be clenched a little tighter than usual, and in the depths of his mind he carefully analyzes every sound, every movement, every change in his wife's facial expression. He understands that pain is inevitable, that childbirth is a natural process, but seeing his wife suffer is a test even for him. An inner voice insists that everything is going according to plan, but his heart sank at every cry.

Even if tradition or protocol may ask him to leave, he finds a way to stay. Perhaps he convinces the doctors that his presence is useful, or his wife simply grabs his hand and does not let go.

When she squeezes his hand so tightly that it almost breaks his bones, he doesn't even flinch. When she screams something angry (maybe even promises him a painful death), he accepts it calmly. "Yes, my love. Of course, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

The moment he hears his baby's first cry, something changes inside him. He hears that sound - loud, demanding, alive - and he knows that this is it, the miracle he's read about, pondered. This isn't just a theory. This is his baby.

When he's handed the baby for the first time, his hands automatically adjust to the fragile body. He studies every feature, peers into the face, as if scanning data, but it's more than analysis. It's acceptance. It's the realization that he now has a new responsibility, a new foothold in this world.

He may not be a man who gives grand speeches, but his gaze is enough. When he looks at his wife after all he's been through, there will be respect, gratitude, and recognition of her strength in that gaze.

Phainon, accustomed to being in control of the situation, feels completely powerless for the first time. He is used to solving problems, but now he can neither fight, nor negotiate, nor find a diplomatic solution. He paces nervously, clenches his fingers, bites his lip, trying to remain calm, but panic is visible in his eyes.

Even the thought that something could happen to her paralyzes him. He does not go far, constantly asking the doctors if everything is okay. Perhaps for the first time in his life he prays, even if he does not believe in gods, if only everything goes well. He is torn between the desire to hold her hand and the fear that his presence will only distract her. If she allows him to stay, then he endures all her cries to the last, squeezing her hand, even if she breaks his fingers.

He has lived through battles, seen destruction, but he has never heard her scream like that. It makes him turn pale, and a chill runs down his spine. He wants to help, but he knows there's nothing he can do to ease her pain, and it's killing him.

When the first baby cry is heard, he freezes abruptly. His heart skips a beat for a moment, and then a wave of relief washes over him. He exhales deeply, as if he'd been holding his breath until that moment.

As much as he longs to see his firstborn, the first thing he does is check on her. She is alive, exhausted, but smiling. Only then does he turn his attention to the child, and in that moment he is overcome with such tenderness that he forgets all his fear. He looks at the tiny creature in his arms, trying to comprehend that this is his child. The whole world ceases to exist for a moment, leaving only him, his wife, and the baby.

He gently touches the child's cheek, feels the warmth, and in that moment he makes an oath to himself - to protect his family, no matter the cost. Let Amphoraeus collapse, let the gods interfere, let the whole world turn upside down - he will not allow anything to happen to them.

Up until this moment he has held on, but now all the tension subsides, and he feels that he can barely stand on his feet. If his wife allows it, he presses her to himself, showers her forehead with kisses, whispering how strong and incredible she is. He looks at his sleeping wife and baby and realizes: he is no longer just a husband and not just a warrior. He is now a father. And even though it scares him to the core, he has never been happier.

[aajjks]

Just like Candy (m)

synopsis. in which your best friend satoru is determined to prove you wrong by making you cum on his tongue until there’s nothing left.

pairing: gojo x reader

rating: 18+ MDNI. and remember consent is so important.

warnings: 18+ THÈMÈS, èxplïcït p-ssy eàtïng, bèst frïènd göjö, örál sèx (fèm rècïevïng), fïngerïng, hè ïs á mènácè, lôwkèy yándèrè göjö, pösèssïvènèss, lïckïng, sückïng, bïtïng ànd övèrstïmülátïön.

“So you’re saying that I dont look like I’d be good at eating pussy?”

“Yeah.”

So nonchalant. You’re so nonchalant about this- Satoru is so offended right now, so dumbfounded. How can you say something so stupid! So false. Are you trying to hurt his ego? He’s literally notorious for making girls see stars with his tongue, he’s the best at pussy eating. Gojo can’t help but scoff at you as you sit on his bedrooms couch.

“Wow… yn I can’t believe this AT ALL.” His blue eyes are wide, his mouth agape.

“What’s so offensive about it huh? I mean I just think you’re bad at it. You don’t even look like you’d enjoy it.” You shrug, and Satoru gasps.

“I LOVE PUSSY.”

“Ugh whatever let’s drop it already.” You lean back on the couch, browsing through your phone.

“NO.” He argues back, shaking his head, Satoru gets closer to you, he doesn’t understand why you’re messing with him like this.

You’ve been best friends for two years and you always tease him like this, he does it too but he’s just really bad at taking jokes. But you can’t stop either you love messing with him. And he kinda likes it.

He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you mess with him, even though he gets a little annoyed like right now.

You just exactly know what button of his to push. And you have pushed enough of his buttons today.

And now it’s about time he proves you— his best friend, the one he secretly has been liking for the longest time— wrong.

“Oh yn you asked for this.” He bites his lower lip before he falls to his knees, right infront of you. You put your phone down.. seeing your best friend on his knees.

“It’s okay you don’t have to beg for forgiveness haha.” You tease him but when you see a smirk on his face, you’re confused.

What is going on in that brain of Gojo’s?

“What?!”

Gojo’s biceps flex as he groans. “I’m going to prove you fucking wrong.”

Before you can really process- Satoru speaks again, he licks his lips, “I’ll eat you out- please allow me.” He looks directly into your eyes. “Come on.” He asks, waiting for your Yes.

“W-What..?” You question, you’re so confused, what’s gotten into him. You were only joking but- “fine… fine..” you ponder for a moment before replying.

Gojo grins like a cat, it’s so wide, his pearly whites almost blinding.

“Good girl- are you ready to be proven wrong?”

You don’t choose to reply but you spread your legs.

Satorus mouth goes dry as you take off your shorts and now he can see your panties, his mouth agape, his pupils dilated.

“Let’s see what the fuss is about, shall we?” You say, in a quote tone before Gojo grabs the hem of your panties and pulls them down.

You watch him, your heart hammering.

And he feels himself harden.

You’re gorgeous. You’re actually indescribable, he has no idea what to say or think because his mind has officially gone blank.

“W-Wow.” He says before burying his face in your pussy, his face directly into it, and he takes a long sniff before grunting against it.

“Mhmm fuck- you’re gonna be the death of me.” And then you feel the first lick, you shudder at the sensation, a small gasp leaves your mouth.

He licks it again, giving it a few kitten licks before he starts to gently suck on the clit. His hands grab the best of your thighs and you let out a soft noise.

And that’s when he starts to pick up his pace, he’s so experienced, but right now he feels so nervous, he’s going to make you cum on his tongue.

Gojo’s tongue flicks out to lick your cunt before he feels you getting wet and he dives his tongue deep in, he digs his nails into your skin as he begins to eat you out.

“Nghh a-ah…” you moan and it drives him completely over the edge and he aggressively moves his tongue into your heat.

His face tilts and you hear his occasional grunts and moans- your legs begin to shake as his pace gets rough and aggressive, he tries to bury his face deeper between your legs.

Gojo tightens his grip on your legs, “ngh mhmm.” He moans against your pussy as he eats you out like a starved man, his tongue skilled yet sloppy as he moves it.

Your walls clench against his tongue and it’s a delicious treat for him.

“hmph- jus’ like candy…” he shamelessly lets out a guttural moan against your wet pussy. His hot breath only stimulates you more.

But as you feel like you’re going to cum, he detaches his mouth from your needy heat- you whine as gojo smirks, his lips all glossy and drool on the corners of his mouth.

Before you can protest he pushes his large fingers into your pussy, you dry out in pleasure as he moves them, his movements smooth, “ooh look at you- a fuckin mess.” He taunts.

He can feel your taste in his tongue.

You taste like candy, it’s so sweet and so addictive, you would think that he’s over exaggerating but it’s true.

You taste like candy.

Your moans are like music as you arch your back at the fast movements of his fingers.

But as soon your walls clench tighter, he pulls his fingers out before licking them lewdly.

“Wanna cum? Admit it then. Admit that I’m the best at eating your pussy.”

You can’t comprehend because you can’t think- you can’t really see. “Nghh yes please I need your mouth please.”

Gojo coos, “oh I know sweet girl.” You’ve finally admitted it.

And so, he buries his face deep inside your cunt once more, moaning against it like a beast in heat.

“Mhmm yeah- nghh mhmp-~ cum f’me darling- cum all over my tongue.”

[hvnishere]

let's talk about negative thoughts + doubts and why it's an optional experience

have you ever set the intention to manifest or shift and got hit with a million different doubt-filled thoughts? "this isn't possible. i'm not strong or powerful. have i done my methods enough?"

i've been there. i know how it feels. the negative thoughts pounding against your skull so powerfully that it causes you to get a splintering headache and almost brings you to tears. it seems to be a common experience. a rite of passage if you will, but what if i told you that it doesn't have to be so difficult. that you can silence those thoughts and begin to rarely experience them, if at all, by doing something so simple.

you might want to dismiss my claim and tell me i don't know what i'm talking about but that's the problem. you expect to have negative thoughts and doubts because you believe it to be something that everyone must go through.

i was a victim to this kind of thinking too. in january of this year, i set my eyes on something and decided to manifest it. before i knew it i started having very bad thoughts surrounding the manifestation. it was draining but i persisted, i didn't let it get to me. i thought that i was so powerful for resisting the urge to succumb. i expected the thoughts to intensify because i believed it to be a sign that my persisting was working (so many issues with this kind of thinking but do you see the problem?)

while trying to manifest a desire, i actually ended up manifesting doubts because i believed it had to be this way. i saw no other option, i decided that this was my fate, i saw it as a sign.

this doesn't promote longevity. it was the source of my downfall and i can't blame myself for giving up because my god it is so draining to deal with thoughts like this. every second of the day i would be fighting off these bad thoughts, doubting my every move. so naturally this was the beginning of the end and i broke down. like i said before i literally gave up. i started crying and felt like this couldn't be the only way to exist. i was so used to hearing manifestation coaches and teachers say that this experience was normal and should be expected to the point i manifested it. after this breakdown i decided to sit and ask myself for the answer, without ego. this is what i received word for word:

"thoughts do not matter but do not expect them to pester you. leave them behind when you shift realities (decide/manifest)"

i felt so free after hearing that. the truth is i didn't try to get rid of the thoughts. i just released the belief that i had to have this experience with a deep sigh and that was it. after that i didn't even notice that the thoughts stopped until i went back to read what i channeled. it was simple and instant. it's now february and i can confirm that i rarely have bad thoughts surrounding manifesting and if they do appear they are so silent that i usually just gloss over it because it's so miniscule!

now let me summarize and simplify everything for you!

the only reason why you are having such intense negative thoughts and doubts is because you expect to experience this. if you simply release the expectation and realize that it is an optional experience like everything in this world, you will soon notice that the thoughts are quieter or nonexistent. don't accept "just ignore them, they will always be there" as an answer! ignore them, yes, but do not expect them to pester you and bother you. do not view thoughts and doubts as this big monster that chases you down relentlessly. the less you care, the better.

lastly, i want to add that this is not a process. there is no method to releasing the expectation. you simply do it. take deep breaths, solely ponder on the realization that you don't have to live this way anymore until it sinks in, cry/sigh/smile/laugh or react in anyway you want if you feel called to, and be happy that you're free. YOU ARE LITERALLY FREE FROM THAT BS NOW!!!! you have released the expectation. feel free to apply this to other expectations like failure, suffering, hardships, struggle, etc.

i hope this helps and i love you sm! now go manifest baby <3333

[munsonify]

polaroid

pairing. eddie munson x reader

summary. a polariod of you slips out of eddie’s wallet that makes you a little emotional

warning/s. so much cutesy fluff, eddie being a total loverboy about you, pet names (sweetheart), not proofread. this should be gn.

word count. 669

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eddie’s ringed hands pat the pockets of his dark jeans, eyebrows furrowed together. he gently rocked his hips forward, hands patting his back pockets too, in search of the one thing he needed before the two of you went in and ate.

“have you seen my wallet, sweetheart?” he questioned, voice smooth as can be. if he were completely honest, he wasn’t sure he even left the trailer with it. that didn’t stop him from asking, though, hoping the black leather had found its way into his van.

you started to pat yourself down, too, the same way he was, letting your eyes scan the interior of his vehicle. your eyes eventually landed between the center console and your seat, the chain hanging off of his wallet catching the sunlight from outside perfectly. you whispered an ‘aha,’ before reaching a hand down and fishing it out for eddie.

“knew i had it, thank you,” your boyfriend said, small smile playing on his face as you hand it to him. he didn’t notice the polaroid that fell right out the top of it like you had. you were quick to grab ahold of it, your gentle hand holding it up for you to see.

in eddie’s cute handwriting, the white space below the picture wrote ‘sweetheart - 7/12/85’. you didn’t recognize the date at first, though the moment you processed what the picture was, you remembered. it was you, a bright toothy smile on your face, your hair pushed behind your ear in a way that perfectly framed your face. there was a beautiful sunrise behind you, the same one you were giddily looking up at.

it was one of the first dates eddie ever took you on. you were out about 45 minutes from hawkins on a ledge that he claimed he found all on his own. his uncle used to take him camping there when he was younger, but he wanted something to brag about to you, even if it was a small white lie.

a pink blush prickled up eddie’s neck and to his ears when he saw you holding the polaroid, as if he was caught red handed with something he wasn’t supposed to have. you were aware he took it, the flash giving it right away. you just weren’t aware he kept it, let alone in his wallet. tears began to well up on your lower lash line, tears your wonderful boyfriend caught onto the moment they appeared. one of his hands reached out to your free one, giving it a firm squeeze. before he could say a word, you started to blabber over him.

“i didn’t know you kept this,” you choked out. “i remember this, i loved every second of that date. this is so sweet, eds. you’re so sweet.”

you weren’t sure why these emotions overcame you, and you hated that they did. eddie didn’t seem to mind, the hand that was on yours moving to your back, rubbing up and down it soothingly.

“a’course i did,” he whispered back to you, a small smile on his lips. “you look beautiful, how could i not?”

he seemed to ponder his next sentence, though opted to tell you. the both of you could be emotional together. “i look at it when i miss you,” he trailed off for a second before continuing. “which is a lot more than i’d like to admit.”

more tears welled up in your eyes, an emotional sigh slipping out of your mouth. such a small act made you feel so loved. you quickly gathered yourself the moment you decided your emotions were getting a little too much (something eddie would wildly disagree with), patting your tears away with your free hand.

you slipped the polaroid back into eddie’s wallet, offering him up the same small smile he’s been giving you this entire time. you then pressed a soft, loving kiss to the corner of his mouth, before opening up your door.

“let’s go get some food, loverboy.”