#both sides are..both being silly ngl

[roskii]

Im gonna say..

Though I see Jayce as bi, the gay jayce headcanon is interesting..

It isn't uncommon for gay men to force themselves into relationships with women to avoid their real feelings or just try to live up to expectations. Men are always expected to be with women and it seems like being gay in piltover and Zaun isn't that normal...well PILTOVER specifically.

Also Mel is like..beautiful and he can acknowledge it.

Though I don't think he's just gay (i personally see him as Bi cause he literally has pin-up posters of women and definitely finds Mel attractive even BEFORE they dated. Also I'm bi so I will project) i don't think it's Biphobic if you see it as "Jayce realized he's gay".

Also sometimes people realize they are just gay after years of being bi. Sexuality is fluid sometimes.

What WOULD be biphobic is people refusing Jayce being bisexual(which hasnt been stated as canon yet), refusing headcanons implying he's bisexual or bullying people saying he's bisexual. Someone saying "i think Jayce has internalized homophobia and didn't realize he was gay" is fine. I don't get the arguments cause both readings are fine if yall are respectful.

Sadly, I don't think Riot is brave enough to state that Jayce is gay or bi, but headcanons are fair game. As long as there isn't rampant biphobia going down, then it's okay.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors X Taking Farmer's Virginity

Summary: SDV Bachelors (+ RSV! Jio) taking the farmer’s V-Card.

Warning(s): Filth, Male Reader in Alex's part! [Givin' some love to the three dudes that may potentially follow me lol, Virgin! Reader, Virgin! Sebastian + Harvey [I couldn't imagine those two having sex prior to the reader ngl], Harvey being a whiner, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, PetPlay, Masturbation, Anal Sex (With Alex + Male Reader but that's kinda expected ngl), So much more that I may be missing ngl.

Side Note(s): Y’all’s requests were similar, so I decided to bunch ‘em together! Goodness, this fic is long— (Apologies for Jio's part being on a bit of a cliff-hanger. I couldn't have this fic be any longer than it already was 😔)

Elliot

It's obvious, but Elliot would be super gentle during your first time. Especially if he knows that you're a generally shy and anxious person.

Leading up to your first night together, I feel like he'd pull out all the stops to ensure that you're comfortable with him and assured that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while the two of you are alone, treat you to a meal or two, play piano for you if you wished, and even just cuddle and have you be comfortable with him touching you!

And the second you expressed any discomfort? He's off you within seconds.

But assuming that the farmer wants Elliot as much as he wants you—

I'm going to be playful here and say that you're first time would probably occur in his cabin. The two of you had been hanging out all day, to where you both hadn't even noticed that the sun had already set and it was nighttime!

The mood was romantic and brimmed with a certain tension that made each breath of yours come out slower. Although it'd hitch each step Elliot would take towards you, you didn't make a single move to shy away from him as his fingers interlocked with your own before...you found yourself kissing him.

And well—the rest is history lol.

♡ - "Are you comfortable, my love?" A silly question, you thought. How could you not be comfortable when he had spent the entire day pampering you to the max?

For the entire day, Elliot has been spoiling you to the max.

At the start of the day, before you get up to start your day. He had suddenly pulled you back to his chest and begged for you to relax with him in bed for a little while longer. He got up in your stead, cooked you breakfast, and even went so far as to feed the animals for you! When late noon rolled around, you then attempted to go to the mines, only for Elliot to intervene and tell you that he suddenly wanted to treat you to dinner at the saloon.

You had a mind to question it, trying to think of every possible reason as to why he was suddenly spoiling you outside of him being his usual romantic self. It was only when the both of you had finished your meals did he finally take your hands into his own and sigh.

"Do you...feel comfortable with me?"

The question, admittedly, made your heart sink to your stomach out of fear. All of a sudden, you were going through your memories in search of anything you may have said that may have made Elliot have doubts in whether or not you trusted him! And when you came up empty, you slowly nodded your head. "What's this about?" You asked. "Did I say something? I don't remember—" Elliot interrupted you with a chuckle and a soft smile, that single combination easing your worries quickly. "You didn't say anything, don't worry. It's just...is there a reason you're uncomfortable with me touching you?"

Elliot quickly clarified when he saw how your facial expressions began to fall ever so slightly. "I don't mean it in a bad way, my love. I just want to know your boundaries some more. So I don't accidentally make you uncomfortable in the future." As you looked off to the side, Elliot remained silent and patient for you to find your words. To be frank, he was fine with refraining from touching you for the rest of his life if that's what you needed from him! The love you both had for one another went so much further than just something physical, in his mind? It was the type of love that could only be felt once in your entire lifetime, a love that he wished to experience again and again with only you, no matter the life he lived.

Thus...when you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his breath got caught up in his throat suddenly.

He really hoped that you wouldn't suddenly have any doubts in him because of his question— "I'm a virgin." You blurted out, rather bluntly in fact. Upon doing so, you searched his eyes for any traces of disgust or doubt in your relationship. "Does that...bother y—"

Elliot let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand to his chest. "Ah! I'm so glad it wasn't anything else!" He said, nearly making your eyes widen to the size of the moon itself at how nonchalant he was being about your confession. It was only after a few minutes of silence and Elliot calming himself down did he finally looked back at you with a gentle expression, bringing your hands up to his lips. "My love...how could you ever think such a thing would bother me?" He asked, the question, making you look off to the side.

"I...I didn't want you to think I was boring for not having experience."

He chuckled. "Quite the contrary," He responded. "I'll have to work hard to make your first time a memorable one, I don't intend to make a single misstep."

Which...led to the now, as Elliot gently laid you down on his bed inside his cabin. His eyes never left yours for a single second, even when he began to slowly undress you, starting from your top and moving to your bottom, per your permission. The intense eye contact made you squirm, quiet moans leaving your lips every so often when the writer's hand would graze against bare skin or when he'd press his soft lips against a random part of you. "So wet..." Elliot whispered when he finally slipped off your pants, his eyes soon landing on the center of your underwear, where a large wet patch had already grown.

He had a mind to tease you for your body being so obvious with its want of him, even despite the fact that it didn't have a single clue as to the pleasure that awaited it. "S-Sorry," You murmured, though you admittedly didn't have a clue as to what you were apologizing for exactly. Elliot responded by placing an adoring peck on the inside of your thigh, letting his lips linger for a few seconds while he continued to gently tease and play with the dark center of your underwear. He could feel you twitch whenever his thumb grazed your hard clit, the nub just barely poking against the fabric while the dark patch in the center continued to grow in tune with your rising scent of sex in the air.

He could hardly hold himself back as he felt his cock strain against the zipper of his pants, the delicious agony of waiting only increasing his anticipation of what your cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock. But for now? It wasn't about him, he wanted all the focus to be on you. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned, your hips gently bucking into his hand in search of more of his touch. "...Please—"

His eyes flicked up to your own. "Please?" He parroted teasingly. "So eager...I've barely touched you, my dear. Can't you be patient for a little longer?" He hummed before immediately contradicting his words via sliding your underwear to the side to finally gaze upon your bare cunt. Elliot let out a throaty groan at the sight, strings of your slick still attaching you to your panties while your pussy twitched even more in response to his gaze.

His mouth watered at the thought of what you'd taste like.

However...that could be explored another time. "...Yoba." He murmured to himself.

You squeaked when you felt his thumb part your lower lips, exposing more of your pussy to his lustful gaze. "Don't—Don't stare so much!" You gently scolded the man. "It's embarrassing...just do something. Stop...stop teasing me." Elliot smirked at how truthful you were being with your words, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit before he began to rub a finger up and down your sex.

"W-What—"

"You asked me to do something, my love...I am, aren't I?" Elliot said. He placed another kiss against your nub, the lingering taste of you on his lips only making him throb in his pants even harder as he craved even more of you. Every time he kissed you and pulled away...it became harder to do so, until he finally wrapped his lips around your clit entirely, the sound of your moans increasing in volume all of a sudden sounding like a heavenly choir in his ears. "E-Elliot—!" You cried out. "Fuck...!" Your mind was spinning as you felt his tongue swirl around your clit, the feeling of his index finger continuing to tease the entrance into your hole only making you beg and plead with any deity listening to you that he would just stick it in!

Like a wanton beast, your hole craved for something to fill it as it began to clench around nothing in response to something beginning to...tighten, strangely enough, in the pit of your gut. "E-Elliot...!" You whined. "Your finger—" Elliot's lips left your clit with a lewd 'pop'. "What about my finger, dear?" He asked you teasingly. "You're so loud...is my mouth not enough?" He continued. The man had a mind to laugh in your face at how quickly you shook your head, his free hand starting to travel to his pants to give himself some much-needed relief, when you looked at him with the most adorable teary-eyed gaze.

"N-Not enough..." You whined as you shook your head. "Y-Your finger...please—Ah!" He could feel bad about not letting you finish your sentence later, after quickly spitting onto your hole, Elliot had gently sunk his finger into your virgin sex. The burn you slight made you wince a little, but...it was hard to focus too much on it when the pleasure from Elliot resuming his attention to your clit was soooooo much easier to lose your mind over, but...the feeling of Elliot's finger was strange— "Elliot...?" You panted as you looked at him once again.

His brow slowly rose, the sight of a faint blush coating his cheek as he gently rutted himself against his bedsheets, making your hole clench around his finger. "Yes?" He answered dazedly. "It...It doesn't—"

"It doesn't feel good?" He chuckled expectantly. "Be patient." He hummed as he continued to slowly fuck his finger in and out of you, curling his knuckle every now and again as he searched for that spongey spot of pleasure inside of you. And when you suddenly threw your head back to let out a wail of pleasure...he smirked. "It feels good there?" Elliot asked knowingly against your pussy, speeding up his ministrations ever so slightly as you started to grip the sheets underneath you. You felt as if your skin were on fire, every nerve ending inside of you highly focused on the way Elliot finger-fucked your cunt, the lewd squelching and sloppy noises that emitted from your pussy making Elliot groan against your clit and make that strange knot inside of you tighten even further.

"Fuckkkk—!" You screamed to the top of his cabin ceiling, tiny jets of your juices beginning to spurt out of your cunt as Elliot continued to fuck your hole. And when he added another finger into the mix...your noises only heightened in pitch. "You sound so pretty, Y/N..." He laughed breathlessly, a weak moan following right behind his words as he felt himself beginning to close in on his own orgasm. Yet, he willed himself to slow down his thrusts against the bed. All of his cum...he wanted to reserve it for your hole and your hole only. "If you sound like this with just my fingers—" Elliot once again took his lips from your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue up in a long stripe up your cunt before spitting on your clit. "—I wonder what other noises you'll make once I fuck you with my cock."

Your chest heaved up and down even faster at his words, the image of Elliot leaned over you as he pistoned in and out of your pussy with his cock...all with that same adoring blushing face he had now as he'd whisper even more sweet nothings to you, compliment you and so much more...the last thing you saw was your vision suddenly flashing white as the back of your head fell onto the pillow behind you. "Yoba..." You could just barely hear Elliot say as a drawn-out moan left his lips at the sight of your pussy creaming his fingers, a translucent white ring beginning to appear around the ginger's fingers as he fucked you through your first orgasm until he steadily slowed his fingers to a stop.

It took you a few minutes to come back to your senses, your eyes blurry with tears of dizzying pleasure while you were certain you could hear a faint buzzing in the depths of your ears. It wasn't until Elliot gently tapped the side of your thigh that you came back to your senses enough to be able to focus on Elliot now leaning over you, his pupils blown wide in an obvious show of desire.

"Surely you're not tired yet, my love..." He whispered as you felt something long and hard rubbing your stomach. "I haven't even come close to having my fill of you yet..."

Sebastian

Probably more nervous than you tbh.

When the mood is "right". I'm going to go ahead and assume that he probably wouldn't even notice the mood and would just think "Damn, I really want to touch them" while you're just sitting on his bed thinking it was a normal hangout.

And although he'd definitely stop if you expressed being uncomfortable with having sex with him.

Assuming you aren't—

There def wouldn't be a ceremony or certain lead up to it, just a feeling of him wanting to be closer to you that grows stronger and stronger until he finds himself on top of you and kissing your lips, your neck, and undressing you.

Also, for the lols, I'm also headcanoning that he's a one-minute man just because it's his first time.

♡ - He felt like his heart was about to jump straight out of his chest as he looked up at you, his hands already slipped underneath your shirt as the two of you stared at each other, panting from your earlier makeout session, and trying to figure out what to do with the other.

You and Sebastian's hangout started out innocently.

You had texted Sebastian, saying that you were too tired to make it the rest of the way to your house after spending hours within the mine trying to gather more diamonds and gold. The recluse was all too eager to wait for a quiet knock at the door before he rushed out from his room to slowly open the door and let you inside, you left your bag of rare minerals at the doorstep, took a quick shower all before you were back in Sebastian's room, sitting on his bed in the clothes he blended you for the night.

You were supposed to sleep on the floor, the extra mattress already laid out on the floor was proof of that already but...then the two of you began to talk to one another.

Well, Sebastian listened attentively while you went on and on about your love life.

You told him about your previous boyfriends, how they left you shortly after you told them you were a virgin. It was the same sob story time and time again, where they'd berate and insult you for not "having more experience" and that "you were boring for not knowing how to be with a guy already."

Sebastian hadn't wanted to punch a stranger more than he did right now, as you eventually trailed off and looked at your lap as if your past boyfriends' words were beginning to get to you. Something that he quickly stopped by, grabbing your hand tightly. "You're...you're not boring." He murmured. "You're fine the way you are."

You chuckled, unconvinced. "Thanks."

"It's the truth." He insisted with a huff. "So, stop thinking that you're less than anyone else."

"I'm not."

When you looked at Sebastian from the corner of your eye, you blushed at the way his brow slowly rose in doubt. "You are," He said before he let go of your hand to move it to your shoulder. The warmth that radiated from his hand seemed to make your entire body feel ten degrees warmer, your cheeks beginning to flush a light pink color. Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's company, before you finally gained the courage to look Sebastian in the eyes fully. From there on, you didn't know what was in the air exactly but...you liked it.

Your gaze slowly ran over Sebastian's face, going from how his hair was slightly tousled from possibly being woken up all of a sudden when you had either texted him earlier that night...or perhaps he had taken a quick nap before you had knocked at the door? Then you looked from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again. Your cheeks only got warmer when you saw the look in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in this entire room right now, while his lips were ever so slightly parted as if he were on the verge of saying something to you.

Yet...there was nothing Sebastian wanted to do more than simply be closer to you than he was now.

That single thought drove him to lean closer and closer to you ever so slightly until his lips were onto yours. A sweet yet shy first kiss, one that made both of you gasp in shock at how soft the other's lips were. When Sebastian finally parted from you, he slowly opened his eyes to let out a weak moan at how pretty you were in this moment. He wished he could apologize for kissing you so suddenly, especially after you had talked about how shitty your past boyfriends were!

But, the only words he could come up with were— "Can...can I touch you?"

When you had shyly nodded your head...the rest was history. One that led to where you both were now, your ass gently grazing Sebastian's bulge and eliciting more weak whimpers and moans from him as his hands firmly grasped your thighs, encouraging you to rub against him even more as his teary eyes were glued onto your equally teary ones. His mouth opened and closed as if he were begging to say something but couldn't, too lost in the way your ass rubbed against him as well as the sheer love that bloomed in his chest at the sight of your flushed face.

"So pretty..." Sebastian said absentmindedly as one of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, steadily dragging your shirt up before he eventually cupped your covered breast. "May...May I?"

He wasted no more time when you nodded your head, quickly helping you remove your shirt while you unhooked your bra. You gasped when you suddenly felt Sebastian twitch against you, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of your bare tits. "May I?" You asked a question back to him in regards to his pants and the way he felt as if he were going to break the zipper with how hard he was right now. Sebastian hesitated with his answer, however, you were the first and only girl he had been with.

What if he didn't match up to your expectations? What if you suddenly changed your mind about him, your relationship entirely as soon as you pulled his boxers down? All of these thoughts and more flooded his mind until—until you stopped his racing thoughts with a single hand of your coming to caress the side of his face. "We...don't have to, if you don't want to."

He shook his head. "I-I want to..." He said. "Please." As you nodded your head, you were slow with your actions as you lifted yourself just enough to be able to pull down Sebastian's pants along with his boxers to the middle of his knees.

His cock slapped against his abdomen when it was released, a single bead of pre-cum already present on the angry red tip of his dick as it twitched in response to your gaze. Your already red face only deepened in color as you continued to stare in silence, something that made Sebastian begin to squirm in nervousness underneath you before he tried to cover himself. "You don't have to stare you know—" You quickly grabbed his wrist. "Don't." You heavily gulped. "I like it, I like you." You reassured him before your other hand moved to pull your shorts down, just enough to where you'd be able to sit yourself on Sebastian's cock without anything getting in the way.

And as Sebastian's eyes dragged down from your face to your bare pussy...his breath hitched in his throat at the sight, the feeling of the heat radiating from your sex making his cock twitch even more. "Yoba..." He whispered before his hand slowly traveled to your cunt, stopping just short of it to look you in the eye for permission.

You giggled at how much he asked for permission, as if you weren't eager for him to touch you as he was! When you had nodded your head nonetheless, though, Sebastian began to gently part and play with your cunt. Every nervous touch of elicited soft moans from your throat, each graze of his thumb against your clit making you buck your hips ever so slightly, accidentally grazing Sebastian's dick with your pussy in the process. "S-So pretty..." He whined, the feeling of your pussy briefly touching his dick making his mind spin. "C-Can't wait..." He whispered. "To feel you..."

"Then...then feel me." You whispered.

You could hardly stand the teasing a second more before you had raised your hips up to angle Sebastian's cock to the entrance of your cunt, the feeling of your hands wrapped around his dick making the poor recluse let out a breathless moan as he tried to keep his eyes glued to the sight of you hovering over his cock. "Y-Y/N..." He whispered. "Please—" You weren't so cruel as to tease him for any longer than he had already, more or less, endured. You responded with a quiet laugh before you slowly sank yourself onto his cock.

When you hissed in pain, Sebastian’s hands flew to your hips to try and stop you. “I-I’m fine…” You quickly assured him. You sank yourself down further until you reached the base, the sound of Sebastian’s broken whine making your cunt clench tighter around him. “Yoba…” He whispered. “You feel good,” He said, almost as if he were in reverence at how you felt around his cock.

Though, that was an understatement as to how he truly felt about how your cunt felt wrapped around him. You were warm, tight, and oh so wet. The sight of your blushing face above him as you planted your hands on his chest made his cock jump inside of you. You gasped at the feeling as you steadily began to move, a soft sticky sound emitting from your ass met Sebastian’s stomach as you slowly bounced up and down.

Beneath you, the recluse followed your moving form with hooded eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as gasps and whines escaped his lips, his grip on your waist growing tighter and tighter as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into you. But…as beads of sweat began to appear on your skin, creating a thin sheen on your face and chest, each bead of sweat that rolled from your face…down to your neck…and finally between the valley of your breasts—

How could you blame him much for not being able to resist fucking you?

“S-Sorry…!” Was the only word he could muster before he thrust up into you. The force nearly made you fall forward, your fingernails digging into his skin a little as you tried to keep yourself upright in the face of Sebastian suddenly hitting a strange spot inside of you. A spot that made you see stars and made you want to wail out to the ceiling, almost, if you weren’t afraid of waking the nearby animals outside with your howls.

“S-Sebby…!” You cried, trying to stifle your moans by slapping a hand over your mouth.

He clenched his jaw at the sight before he suddenly took one of his hands from your waist to grab at your arm, both tearing your hand from your mouth as well as pulling you to him, your chest pressing into his own as he locked you in via wrapping his arm around your torso. “D-Don’t…don’t hide your sounds. P-Please…” He managed to plead before he threw his head back to let out wails of pleasure of his own.

Your moans from earlier hardly held a candle to how Sebastian sounded now as he began to fuck you in earnest. His moans sounded borderline, as if he were crying out for his goddess to give him mercy despite him being the one moving! Tears of pleasure began to dot his eyeliner, stray tears falling down the sides of his face as his grip around your waist tightened in time with his hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm. “F-Fuck…Y/N…” He just barely managed to crack open an eye to look you in the eyes, pleasure swimming around in his watery orbs as he felt his peak quickly approach him.

Far quicker than he would’ve liked.

But he couldn’t help it, the way you were moaning and how you looked at him as if he were the only one in your entire world…the love he had for you, something that only grew by the moment in combination with the pleasure—there was hardly room for him to feel too embarrassed when he suddenly climaxed, waayyyy before you had even started to reach your peak. The sudden feeling of something hot shooting into your cunt made your eyes widen before you briefly looked behind you and back to Sebastian, his cheeks flushed a deep deep red while his chest heaved up and down as if he had just finished running a marathon.

When you rolled your hips with a gentle chuckle, caressing Sebastian’s cheeks with your hands. It was then that he finally came to with a shocked yet weak gasp. “Y-Y/N…” He said hoarsely. “I-I’m…so—“ You interrupted him with a kiss, the recluse almost immediately moaning softly into the kiss before you slowly pulled away, having to stop Sebastian from chasing your lips by placing a finger against his with a smile. “Don’t apologize.” You said.

“You can make it up to me when you have energy again, okay?”

Sam

Okay, so as much as I headcanon him to be a hound dog in the bedroom.

For your first time? He's toning it down and becoming a total sweetheart during your first time. I'm standing ten toes down when I say that he's gonna follow Sebastian in the department of "being more nervous than you are".

But not because he's never had sex (I low-key can't see him being a virgin. He's too much of a hot rocker blonde). It's simply because he really doesn't want to fuck up y'alls relationship.

He's willing to fist his cock to the thought of you until the end of time if it means that you'll continue to be comfortable with him!

So walk with me here— you're being walked home by Sam after stopping by to eat dinner with the family.

As per the usual, you're joking and laughing with one another until you both arrive at the doorstep of your farmhouse.

When the two of you kiss each other goodbye, there's a certain...pause in the air, you both linger for a while and just before you turn to go inside your house, Sam drops the question.

"Can...Can I sleep with you tonight?"

♡ - And for your sake, you thought he meant it innocently at first!

You hadn't realized it would lead to...this. You felt as if your body was slowly being set on fire, each touch of Sam's hands against your body made you twitch and gasp as you could hardly control your blushing face each time you accidentally made eye contact with the blonde's baby blue eyes. Every second you looked into them...you felt as if you could feel the love he had for you, dancing about on your skin like pleasurable pins and needles.

It made your heart race, you craved more of it and everything he could give you, but...you were nervous, so nervous that you felt like you could pass out at any second— "Wait." You spoke, Sam's hands leaving your body as soon as you uttered out the word.

"Did I move too fast?" He quickly asked. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean—"

You blushed. "No, no! It's fine...it's just...I've never—I've never done this before." Sam's eyes widened, thoughts of 'How' and 'Why' flooding his mind as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. In his eyes, since the moment you both met...he thought you were the prettiest person in the entire valley—no, the entire world even! The two of you never brought it up in conversation before, but he assumed that you had plenty of partners in the past! You were sweet and funny, you supported his dreams, and even came to visit him at work whenever you could make the time!

When you asked him if you wanted to date...he felt as if he were the luckiest man alive. But as he blinked, he realized that he was luckier than the luckiest.

After all, he'd be your first time. And with that knowledge, he was determined to impress. “Really?” He nearly stuttered out the word as his eyes grew wide. His hands began to grope and touch every available piece of skin that he could find as his hands traveled down from groping your tits from underneath your shirt to beginning to tug off your skirt along with your underwear. “Yeah…” You moaned as you watched Sam with hazy eyes as he finally pulled your underwear completely off.

His breath hitched at the sight of your bare pussy.

He always knew you were pretty, hell, he had thought that way since the moment you both started talking to each other! But, as he stared at your twitching pussy, the pink inner flesh glistening as a sign of your arousal. His mouth watered as he had a sudden urge to taste it, as if he had suddenly been without water for months and your cunt was his only salvation at having water. “You’re so pretty.” He whispered, taking a finger and starting to lightly trace it over your pussy. He nearly chuckled it the way it twitched and ‘jumped’ as he moved his finger. The sound of your breath hitching every few seconds or you letting out a soft moan when he grazed your clit making him smirk ever so slightly.

He gently touched and pressed at your clit again, his eyes flicking up to check your reactions. You only blushed even more when you caught his gaze. “Ever touched down here before?” He asked. Wordlessly, you nodded your head. “Only a few times…” You managed to voice out.

Those few words only increased his confidence, as well as his eagerness to complete the plans he had for you for your first time. “Wanna show me how you touch yourself?” When you went quiet for a few moments, a quiet part of him feared that he might have pushed you too far, that you were suddenly going to demand that he step away from you and kick you out of your house!

However, when you finally mustered up enough courage to silently take his hand and guide his fingers just above your clit, showing him exactly how you wanted to be touched. He had to will himself not to cum in his pants at the sight. “Shit.” He whispered in awe as he slowly took control, rubbing tight circles just above your clit like you showed him. Testing the waters a little, he pressed down to gauge your reaction. When your thighs twitched and a soft moan left your lips, he added a little more roughness, your moans increasing in pitch in turn.

Sam whispered out praises as he watched your glistening slick begin to ooze out of your tight hole. “Fuuuccckkkk...” He moaned as if he were the one being pleasured right now. “Good girl.” He whispered as his head leaned forward even more, the urge to taste you growing even stronger until—he suddenly dragged his tongue up your pussy. “S-Sam…!” You groaned, your hands flying to his head to grip onto his hair.

Sam grunted when you grabbed his hair, your grip nearly threatening to tug out some of his blonde strands. Yet, he didn’t let the pain stop him from having his fill of your pussy as he lapped away at your cunt like a starved hound. Lewd slurping sounds emitted from your cunt as Sam continued to eat, his finger slowly transitioning from rubbing your clit to gently prodding at your hole while he began to lick at suck and your bud. “Fuckfuckfuck—!" The blonde couldn’t help but whine at your noises, subconsciously beginning to rub himself against your bed as he feasted on your pussy.

Near scalding tears started to trail down from your eyes as you suddenly felt a knot begin to form in the out of your gut, something that Sam keenly tuned into as he felt your cunt begin to twitch even more.

Oh no, he thought. He wouldn’t let your first time be on his fingers, with the way your pussy was practically crying. He knew you wouldn’t be satisfied cumming on just his fingers! As Sam slowly pulled his mouth away from you…his tongue already mourning the loss of your taste as his fingers began to slow down in their gentle prodding. He knew your first time cumming with him had to be on his cock. “S-Sam…?” You breathlessly whispered in confusion as you steadily came down from the fogginess of pleasure, beginning to frown in disappointment as you realized the blonde had stopped in devouring your pussy.

"Why—" Your words were interrupted by your own surprised yelp when Sam had suddenly tugged you closer to the end of the bed before he stood up to tug off his shirt and pull down his pants, revealing his already leaky hard cock that almost looked as if it were painful. It throbbed as Sam angled himself closer to your entrance, his eyes clouded over with lust as he pressed you into a mating press, your knees threatening to touch your shoulders as you hissed at the somewhat uncomfortable position.

“Please,” Sam begged. “Let me fuck you, I-I can’t wait anymore—“ You both moaned in unison when Sam rubbed himself against the folds of your cunt, some of your juices sticking onto his cock and leaving behind a glossy sheen that only made him want to plunge himself inside of you even more. “Please.” He begged again. “I promise to be gentle! I-I’ll do anything, just let me…” Your mouth slightly dropped at how needy he was being, without a single lick of shame as he only rubbed his cock against you even harder, the mushroom tip of his cock beginning to gently hit your clit and thus making you even needier in return.

You answered with a nod of your head. “Okay…” You whispered.” “Fuck me..please—" He didn’t allow you a chance to finish begging as the second he heard your consent, he already started to slowly press his cock into you. Sam groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt, the way it clenched and throbbed around every single inch as if your very body was just as eager for him as he was for you, was making his mind spin. When you had made a noise of pain however…Sam was all too quick to rush to begin gently rubbing at your still-aching clit. “S-So tight…” He murmured as he looked down to where your cunt was currently ducking him in. “Relax.” He urged you.

You grabbed at his biceps with a hiss. “Can’t…” You whispered. “…Too big.” Sam laughed cockily at your words as he increased the pace of how he rubbed your clit, the feeling of your pussy beginning to loosen up a little allowing him to sink the rest of his dick in until he was finally at the base. The two of you remained still for a time, simply enjoying the feeling of being one with each other as well as looking each other over. Sam thought you looked ethereal.

The way your eyes moved from looking at him to looking somewhere else was so cute. As if you were still embarrassed, even though he was balls deep inside of you! The way your cunt squeezed him as if it didn’t want him to ever leave…the memory of your moans from mere minutes ago and how you begged.

His mouth fell open to let out a whispered yet pleading call of your name as he rolled his hips into you, your eyes suddenly going wide at the amount of pleasure you felt. “Feels good, baby?” Sam snickered as he leaned his head down even further until both of your foreheads were touching one another. You huffed at how cocky and bold he was being. “…You dog.” You murmured.

His eyes widened. “What?”

Your eyebrow rose slightly. “I-I called you a dog.” You repeated, afraid that you had accidentally offended him in some way. “That’s what you’re being! A dog—Shit!” Suddenly Sam had thrust into you once again, with even more force and vigor until he had quickly found a pace in which to fuck you at. Lewd slapping noises filled the bedroom, the sticky sound of your juices sticking onto the front of Sam’s thighs making you clench around him even more as you grabbed his arms in hopes of grounding yourself. “C-Call me that again,” Sam said in between his panting and moaning.

“C-Call you what—Oooohh!”

“T-That…” He stuttered as if he were afraid you’d look at him strangely if he were to recall the word from seconds ago.

Thankfully, you had managed to remember it before you had lost the ability to have a single coherent thought. “A dog—Ah!” That single harsh thrust inside of you was confirmation enough as one of your hands rushed to grab the back of Sam’s head as you tilted your head up, your moans growing even louder as the feeling of a prominent vein along Sam’s cock rubbed the walls of your cunt, drool beginning to dribble down the side of your mouth. “Fuuuucccckkk—!” You whined as the knot from earlier began to make a reappearance. “Y-You dog!” You started to say. “Dirtydirtydirty—Sam!”

A pussy drunk smile crept onto his face, matching the lovesick look in Sam’s eyes as his whines only increased in pitch at the way you referred to him as a dirty dog. And that’s exactly what he was, a dog, for you and only you. “Let’s-Let’s cum together pleasepleaseplease…cum with me.” He begged. Sam pressed an sloppy kiss to your lips before pressing another to your cheek and then to the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to pull you onto his dick even harder as the sound of his balls violently slapping against your pussy nearly drowned out your shared moans.

His balls began to draw up tighter, his approaching orgasm rushed along even faster as your cunt seemed to ‘milk’ him for his cum. Clenching and unclenching almost as if it were begging for his cum. “Fuck…” The blonde moaned against your ear. “Your cunt is so dirty Y/N—can you feel it? How your pretty pussy is begging for my cum?” He continued dazedly.

You moaned at his words, your face burning hotter in a combination of listening to his words and your orgasm peaking ever closer until—your pussy clamped impossibly tight around him, a hoarse moan tearing from your throat as you threw your head back to let it out to the ceiling. The feeling of your pussy getting so tight to the point it was almost impossible for him to move…sucking him even harder for his cum made Sam shoot ropes of his hot cum with a choked-up yell of your name, his arms hugging you even tighter as he tried to ride out the waves of pleasure without passing out on top of you.

As he stilled against you, the sound of heavy panting the only thing that could be heard within the dark bedroom…you were the first one to come down from your high with a more than satisfied drawn-out sigh. “Yoba…” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Sam’s slightly damp hair, gasping when Sam thrusted inside of you once more before pulling out.

You whined at the loss…only for the heat of lust to be immediately rekindled at the love-struck look in the blonde’s eyes, one that burned more clearly than before. “L-Let’s go again!” He said.

“I want you…again and again and again. Please?”

Alex

At the risk of some people disagreeing with this take—I feel like Alex would definitely have a thing for being the first person to take away your virginity.

While he enjoys friendly competition, he doesn't like it when it comes to you.

Although he's not so immature to be jealous of you having previous partners before meeting him, the idea of them not having fucked you yet both excites him and makes them question if they were crazy!

But to stay focused on the topic of him being your first exciting him? He's definitely pulling out all the stops to make that you not only, never think of fucking anyone else but him for the rest of your life. But to also make you braindead on his dick as a little "gift" from him to you!

If you're going to fuck him, he might as well introduce you to what he's going to regularly do to you during the time you both are together!

♡ - "S-Shit...!" You moaned at the top of your lungs as you gripped Alex's pillow with all the strength your poor brain could get your body to muster up in lieu of you being fucked dumb on Alex's dick.

The steps leading up to this encounter were simple. For the last few months, the two of you had been getting along well and had been flirting heavily with one another constantly! One moment it be the two of you casually playing gridball with one another, laughing and joking in the process while Alex occasionally talked about his goals and aspirations, while another? You'd both be on the beach late at night, giving each other chaste kisses on the cheek.

Therefore...when you had told Alex that you were a virgin—he nearly didn't believe it.

You were so confident with every flirtation you made towards him, meeting every one-liner he'd dish out with one of your own, followed by a lewd word or two! It took Alex having to hear from you that he was your first...everything really, in the romantic sense that is, for him to truly believe what you were saying. Though, it was easy to be that much more of a believer with the way you were going cross-eyed right now as he drilled his cock into your ass, your legs flailing wildly as you had no choice but to take everything that he gave you.

You were usually so confident...so sure of your words and actions, but as Alex smirked in your face, one of his hands pinned both of your wrists down above your head while the other roamed around on your body. He couldn't help but enjoy and maybe even prefer this side of you a little bit more! The side of you that moaned and whined like a slut as your leaky cock slapped your stomach repeatedly. "Guess you really are a virgin, huh?" Alex laughed, speaking more to himself rather than you. "You should see your face...y' can't handle what I'm giving you? You were sooooo confident earlier."

Another fit of laughter shook his chest when he felt your asshole clench tighter in response. "A-Alexxxx...!" You drawled out dumbly. Your vision was unfocused and blurry with unshed tears, the feeling of Alex's girthy cock as he stretched out your hole and stabbed at your prostate repeatedly threatening to make you scream your very lungs out. You would've egged him on sooner if you knew that you were going to be fucked sooooo good, each drag of his veiny cock against your virgin walls making your cock throb and twitch as you all-too quickly began to feel your first orgasm quickly approach.

Alex watched how your moans began to heighten in pitch with every thrust, how your cock leaked more and more of your pre-cum until you could've been mistaken for a faulty faucet. As much as he loved how your mouth was formed into an addicting 'O' shape, the way your cock bobbed up and down every time he plunged into you borderline hypnotic as he struggled between your cock and your face as to what he wanted to focus on...he didn't want the fun to end so soon.

Besides, he intent on making sure that he was the only one you'd be fucking for the rest of your life. Giving you an orgasm in a plain ol' missionary position was something you'd easily forget about!

And with that thought floating around in the forefront of his mind, Alex suddenly pulled out of you just as you teetered the line of your orgasm, cruelly stealing away your pleasure and effectively blue-balling you as he sneered at the way your cockdrunk expression slowly shifted into one of confusion then a look as if you were about to pout and cry at any second. "W-What the fuck, man?!" You loudly shouted to Alex. "I was soooo close, what are you doing—"

"C'mon—" The brunette clicked his tongue before he suddenly grabbed your arm and helped you stand up. In one swift motion, you found yourself hoisted into Alex's arms and your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, your eyes wide as confusion continued to float around inside your head. "—You really didn't think that I'd let you have your first orgasm in a boring position, did you?"

You cocked your brow with a grumble. 'Did it really matter?' You thought. All you knew was that you wanted to be fucked again, as soon as possible, that thought encouraging you to begin rubbing your ass against Alex's cock, the poor thing hanging from its own weight. "Just get back to fucking me, Alex." You pouted.

"Not with that tone, make it sound like you want it." He said.

Your eye twitched with annoyance. "You asshole...just—Fuck!" Without warning, Alex slammed you down onto his cock, knocking every the very breath from your lungs before he swiftly started up a brutal pace as he thrust up into your needy hole. "Y' seriously gonna be a bitch when I'm the one fucking the words outta you?" Alex grunted as his grip around your waist tightened even more, further aiding him in being able to make you take his cock alllll the way down to the base and up again. "If you're gonna act like you don't want me fucking you stupid...then unwrap your legs from around me."

His smirk only grew when you threw your head back instead to let out a symphony of cries, his name mixed in with your moans to create a delicious pattern of you crying out for him to give you more, as well as trying to get him to slow down. Even when the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down. "Alex...!" You hiccuped. "AlexAlexAlex..." You whined. "Yoba—" The brunette brought you down to the base of his dick particularly harshly when he heard you cry out for Yoba, his already present smirk growing even more.

Your throat was beginning to grow sore from all the crying you were doing, your nails threatening to make Alex's shoulders bleed from how you were scratching at them in a futile attempt to ground yourself and keep yourself from going insane because of his girthy dick, the way the tip pushed into your prostate making you see stars behind your eyes while the only word your brain could come with was Alex's name. "G-Gonna cum..." You whined as you shakily managed to lift your head to look at Alex, the way tears dripped down your face in combination with the way you were so red he could've confused you for an apple making Alex's cock throb inside your hole. "L-Let me cum...don't stop...!" You continued.

"Shit." He whispered, jerking your body closer before he slammed your lips to his own. He swallowed up every moan and gasp that tried to escape, his own breath hitching up in his throat as he felt his climax begin to approach. He hissed in pain as your nails dug into him even further, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch your expressions as he felt your asshole tighten around his cock more and more until you screamed into his mouth. Ropes and ropes of your milky white cum shot out from your cock, plastering onto your stomach and chest while some managed to get onto himself as well, when Alex finally released your lips, a single string of spit keeping the two of you together...how could he not praise you for cumming soooo well from how he fucked you??

"Fuck baby, that was a good one wasn't it?" He softly moaned, his pace beginning to stutter. "Next time I'll have to fuck you in front of a mirror...wonder if you'll cum even harder from that..." Your cock gave one last valiant jump at the idea, proof that you were somewhat still listening although you moaned and gasped weakly from building overstimulation. Alex pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before he suddenly stilled against you, a deep groan spilling from his lips, trying his best to keep ahold of his mind as he spilled himself inside of your ass. The warmth of his cum sparking some bit of thought back into your mind as you managed the strength to look back at Alex with a hazy look in your eyes.

"...S-So much." You murmured, feeling some of Alex's cum begin to escape from your asshole. That is, until he pulled out, more of his seed pouring from your gaping hole just as Alex gently laid you back on the bed. "When you don't look as if you're on the verge of passing out at any second—" He stopped briefly to place a kiss on your forehead. "—We can take a bath together." He chuckled. You couldn't help but smile giddily, almost too quickly nodding your head with a laugh.

"Sure."

Harvey

Weirdly clinical about it.

Ngl, I feel like he'd be asking you all sorts of questions as if you were at your yearly physical. Hell, I'll even sprinkle in the idea that he'll be asking whether or not you've had previous partners or not (even though he'd probably already know assuming you two are dating, he'd ask just to make double-sure)

But, as clinical as he is, nothing beats actual experience.

Something that he doesn't have lol so the two of you would be going in completely blind.

Essentially the blind leading the blind, shrew style.

♡ - "Are...are you really sure you want your first time to be with me?" Harvey asked for the umpteenth time as he struggled to unhook your bra.

You had half a mind to start laughing at how nervous he was, the usually calm and collected doctor nearly blushing his way into a nosebleed at the fact he was going to see and feel the same pair of tits he had been feeling for two years up to this point, back when you two were still just "doctor and patient"! When you had told him you were a virgin (something that he already knew when he talked about your health during your physicals), and that you had no experience outside of using a dildo from time to time, Harvey wasted no time to reassure you by telling you that he was a virgin as well.

Every move he made, every stumble or stutter in his words...it made his earlier statement that much more clear.

Not that you minded much, of course. "Are—Are you sure I'm doing this right? It won't come off—" You giggled at the way he fumbled with your bra, deciding to give him a little mercy via unhooking the piece of clothing for him before tossing it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. At the sight of your bare breasts however, the poor doctor could almost shame himself for the way his cock immediately started to strain against his boxers at the sight of your bare tits. The way they softly rose and fell per your breath, your nipples, and the traces of birthmarks here and there.

Everything about you was utterly breathtaking, and he almost cursed at himself for making him endure without this sight for so long under the guise of wanting to retain his professionalism. Yet, when you had placed that kiss on his cheek earlier tonight...asked if he wanted to come home with you, all thoughts of professionalism flew out the window without a second thought— "You're so cute, Harvey." You complimented him.

His eyes darted back up to your face. "Me?" He asked as if you had spoken another language all of a sudden.

You nodded your head. "You act as if you're too nervous to touch me," You said teasingly.

You were right, he thought. He was too nervous; everything felt like it had happened in a single blur. One moment he was at his office, enjoying every kiss you placed on his cheek, the next he was walking you back to your farm, and then before he even realized it? He was in your bed! Looking at you with all the awe that he could possibly hold in his brown gaze, while his heart felt as if it was going to thump straight out of his chest. "It's...It's all happening so soon." Harvey finally admitted after taking a few much-needed moments to catch his breath. You flinched ever so slightly, suddenly scared that you had accidentally made the man of your dreams uncomfortable.

You then scooted back ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Nononono!" He interrupted you. "You're not making me uncomfortable, I just..." He trailed off, searching for his next words as he slowly reached forward to take one of your hands into his own. "...I wanna do this, just—just let me go at my pace..." Harvey began to gently rub his thumbs over the top of your hand, the poor doctor giving you the sweetest puppy eyes, leaving you no choice but to agree, even though you never had a mind to disagree in the first place. You then placed your free hand onto the top of his own. "We'll go as slow as you need." You reassured him.

After your words, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes to bask in each other's words.

In comparison to your slow and steady breaths, Harvey's breath was as quick as a hummingbird's heartbeat, only just beginning to slow down as he continued to sit still and hold your hand until he finally found the courage to initiate a kiss to your lips. Although featherlight, hardly a hint of force behind the act, as Harvey steadily scooted himself closer to you, grabbed your arms with his hands as he further settled into the kiss...you could almost feel the hunger behind that innocent peck on the lips. With how shy Harvey was in the moment, you weren't so oblivious as to not have noticed the ways Harvey looked at you prior to this moment.

You saw how, whenever you'd visit the clinic with a low v-neck, his eyes would struggle to stay on your face. Or when he'd examine an injury, his hands would linger in certain areas of your body, or how he'd seem a little more red in the face than normal while performing such exams. "...May I touch you more?" Harvey whispered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to look you in the eye to better focus on your answer.

When you muttered out an eager yet whispered 'Yes'. Harvey's hands were already moving to slink a finger down into your still-present underwear. Gently prodding and touching the area just above your sex while you slowly found the courage to touch him in turn, your hand placed itself on his chest, letting it linger for but a moment before it slid down to his boxers. When your hand grazed over his bulge, Harvey pulled himself back all of a sudden, his eyes hooded as he looked at you. "Y/N..." He murmured, trying to keep his mind unfogged long enough to be able to gently begin grazing the tip of his thumb over your clit.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you responded to the light touches. But, your gaze was focused on how a small dark patch began to appear on Harvey’s boxers as you continued to tease and play with him, especially when you began to rub your palm back and forth over his covered cock. “Don’t…tease.” He whispered, the sound of his begging so cute that you just wanted to hear it again and again and again. But, with Harvey being more nervous than you were…you’d give him a break.

You watched how Harvey’s eyes fluttered when you slipped your hand into his boxers, his cock throbbing so much in response to your touch that you thought it might’ve been painful! However, the doctor looked anything but in pain. “Want me to ride you?” You offered.

Harvey's eyes snapped open a little more. "I haven't prepared you fully—" You quietly hushed him as you tugged off his boxers, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Do I really need to be? I wanna feel you." You murmured quietly, trying to coax him along with your plan via enticing him by peppering kisses along his collarbone. Quiet moans left his lips, his head looking off to the side as if he were struggling between keeping his mind out of the lustful or simply going along with your idea! It wasn't that bad of a plan—no.

Quickly, Harvey stopped you by grabbing your chin between his index and thumb, gently lifting your head to look at him. "No." He whispered. "I...I don't want to hurt you—Oh..." You ripped his words of warning away when your hand came to gently stroke Harvey's cock. You'd oblige him this time, but...if you couldn't have your fun immediately, you'd gladly take it another way by making the doctor cum first before you! "Guess I'll have to have fun some other way, huh?" You giggled. You pressed another kiss to his collarbone and then his chin, before moving to spit on the tip of Harvey's dick.

He shuddered at the sight as his head slowly looked down to see your ministrations on him, the way you gently stroked him up and down, lewd slick noises beginning to emit from your actions, he couldn't help the way his cock began to ooze more pre-cum at what you were doing! It was borderline hypnotic, the pleasure from your hand alone making his mind already wander as to what your pussy must've felt like in comparison!

Heaven. Pure heaven.

"So vocal, Harvey~" You praised him as more moans fell from his lips. "This feels good?" He weakly nodded his head, struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on you. "W-What about...you?"

"Im fine," You smiled. "Your voice alone is enough to get me off—" Were your last words before you dipped your head to lick at Harvey's cock, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cockhead...the feeling of your spit dripping down the length of him and down to his balls, drove him to nearly want to cry from how good he felt. "S-Sensitive...feels so hood..." Harvey whined, struggling to keep his hips from jerking up into your mouth.

You hummed around his dick, the feeling of your hum reverberating around his dick making his head fall back before he couldn't hold himself back from his lips forming into an 'O' shape, his eyes screwing shut even tighter as tears began to bead hois eye line. "F-Fuck...!" He whimpered. "Y/N...h-honey, I—Feels sooooo good." You felt yourself getting wetter at the sounds of his whines, unable to stop yourself from bucking into the bed, much less your groans that only furthered Harvey along to his approaching orgasm. In the throes of his pleasure, however, he couldn't help but feel bad about the fact that he couldn't pleasure you the same way you were pleasuring him!

Too many times had he dreamt about your cunt, about what your juices would taste like on his tongue and the sounds you'd make while he ate you out, about whether or not you'd teach him exactly how you wanted to touch. "C-Cumming...please—" You briefly took your mouth off of him with a dirty 'pop' to look him in the eye with a smirk. "Where do you wanna cum baby? My mouth or my face?" You smirked before you sank your lips back onto him.

"Y-Your mouth..." You moaned at his words, feeling his cock jump in your mouth as you decided to encourage him even more by massaging his balls. Harvey cracked open his eyes to look at you, his face contorted in pleasure as his chest heaved up and down from his impending climax, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "C-Cumming...!" Harvey said breathlessly to the air before you felt ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, spilling into your mouth and threatening to overflow from you with how much there was.

You let Harvey's cock continue to twitch and throb inside your mouth, letting him ride out his drawn out orgasm as his cock grew soft in your mouth. "Y/N..." He moaned. "L-Let me rest," He said. "I can—"

"You're so sweet, Harvey," You praised once you had gulped down his essence and took your lips from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. "You don't have to pay me back~ I loved every second." Harvey blushed even fiercer at your words, although you said otherwise...as soon as he recovered his strength, he swore that he would pay you back via an orgasm of your own.

Shane

Calm outwardly but excited as all hell inwardly.

The moment you tell him that you've never had sex before, he's having flashbacks of all the sex moves he's done throughout the years to figure out which one he wants you to experience first.

Spoiler: he's definitely encouraging you to ride him so he can warm you up to the saucier moves in the future

Also, since Shane used to play gridball— I'm going to headcanon that the man used to be a player in his heyday.

Definitely popular with the ladies as all jocks are and knows how to use his fingers and tongue for a nasty combo move.

But all in all? He'd try his best to contain his excitement, for as eager as he is to finally be with you intimately, he doesn't want to scare you or potentially ruin your first time with him!

♡ - "Yoba...your cunt is tasty."

You groaned as Shane murmured that filthy compliment into your cunt as he ate you out, your thighs pinned to your stomach while your legs were thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean position where you had no choice but to endure every single second of his tongue alternating between lapping away at your juices and flicking your click. All the while, his fingers plunged in and out of your sopping pussy.

When you had told Shane that you were a virgin, despite his otherwise calm reaction to it, you could've sworn that you saw hearts appear in the depths of his eyes! He all too quickly rushed you away from the saloon, where you both had a date, and back to your farmhouse, where the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. And, before you know it? You were thrown on the bed, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room, before you felt Shane dive into your pussy. "Shannneeee—" You moaned at the top of your lungs as your hands weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to get some type of break from being tongue-fucked brainless.

The local drunk's plan was simple, and had become even clearer in his mind when he finally had you alone and alllll to himself.

As much as he wanted to fuck you on his cock, after all...you were such an innocent thing and a sick part of him wanted to break you in via making you take all his girthy dick down to the base. Throughout the walk home, he asked what you had and hadn't done, and you hadn't even so much as allowed yourself to feel what a dildo felt like inside of you! All you knew was how to rub your needy, aching little clit!

The least he could do was introduce you to what it felt like to cum multiple times on a man's tongue, allow you to be so far up in the clouds of pleasure before he gave you his dick. "S-Shane!" You cried out again, snapping him from his thoughts before he took his tongue away from your clit to look at you, a dirty smirk plastered on his face as he continued to fuck your cunt with his fingers. "Sorry, babe...wasn't listenin'. What is it?" He smirked, the sight of him cocking his head to the side making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers.

"C-Close...!" You whined. "Feels weird...l-like something's coming!"

He rolled his eyes at your words before he dived back into his meal, focusing his tongue on licking the folds of your cunt, starting from your clit and back down to your needy hole. He hardly noticed your whines and moans growing higher and higher in pitch, how your hands suddenly squeezed his shoulders like a vice before— you suddenly gushed on his face. The sudden spurt of your warm juices tore him from his hungry trance of your pussy, his head shooting up from your sex as he marveled at the sight of you squirting. When you had finally stopped...your pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly as your breath seemed to get choked-up in your throat while your chest heaved up and down...Shane pressed a deep, lingering kiss to your inner thigh with a smirk. "Gooooodddd fucking girl." Shane praised you.

You sleepily raised your head, tears of pleasure flowing down your face as you looked at Shane with a pleasure-drunk expression. "F-Fuck..." You whispered breathlessly. "F-Feel so good...Shane—"

"Clearly," Shane smirked. "Didn't think y' were a squirter." He said as he gently began to graze your still-throbbing clit with his thumb, eliciting a squeaky whine from your throat. "Sensitive—Ah..." The thought grew louder and louder in his mind, the memory of you squirting on his face seconds prior making his cock throb harder than it ever had in his entire life. As much as he wanted to fuck you...to test whether or not you'd squirt just as hard or harder on his fat dick next...he had to taste you, just one more time before he gave you a little reprieve. "Wanna see if you can squirt again for me, baby?"

Your eyes grew wide. "Don't—Don't think I can..." You moaned. "Too—Fuck!" He interrupted you via licking a fat stripe up your cunt, tearing the words straight from your throat before he had begun sucking your clit like he had from earlier, his fingers once again plunging into your pussy with a purpose before you had resumed screaming your poor lungs out. "Yeahhhhh" Shane moaned into your pussy as little jets of your juices spurted from your cunt as you quickly felt your orgasm began to peak once again.

Your legs began to kick and flail as, yet again, the knot in the pit of your gut grew impossibly, almost painfully tight in the wake of your orgasm. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—!" You wailed as you shoved at your lover. "S-Shane...!" You whined. Shane groaned against your pussy as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his fingers slipping from your pussy to begin rubbing tight figure eight's into your clit as he could feel your orgasm approaching upon his tongue. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around him, your grip upon his shoulders began to get weaker and weaker and your wails of pleasure, a mixture of wanting him to go faster and wishing for him to go slower, beginning to turn into pitiful soft moans as you begged for something you already had.

Him.

And he'd continue to fuck your cunt for as long you continued to cry out his name like a mantra. "Keep going...please...k-keep going—don't stop!" You whined as your juices began to flow down Shane's chin, mixing in with his stubble as he urged for you to cum on his face once more. "Won't stop—" He mouthed into your pussy. "Won't ever stop...cum around my tongue baby...you've got it." His praise was all you needed to let go as you threw your head back to let out a soundless scream, your cunt spurting out of your juices once more around and into Shane's mouth as he drank all of your essence down, nary leaving a single drop as black dots began to fill your vision from the force of your orgasm.

You could hardly hold onto your consiousness for a second longer until Shane gave you mercy and took his face from your aching cunt, once he had his fill. "That was a good one...maybe better than the last—" He licked his mouth like a dog would like his chops after a meal, staring at your gaping pussy for a few moments longer before his eyes darted up to your face. He would've had a mind to let you have a break, especially with the way he saw how you were struggling to stay awake right now!

But...when one of your hands shakily came to rest on his shoulder, silently begging him for more as you dared to egg him on via smirking at him. How could he resist the way his cock twitched painfully now?

"K-Keep going...fuck my pussy," You begged. "Just like you fucked my pussy with y-your mouth and fingers...!"

Bonus! Jio

Okay, as much as I LOUDLY believe otherwise—

Canon-wise, the man is a virgin through and through. 😔

He's never been interested in anyone romantically before or sexually, and coupled with his lifestyle as a ninja, plus Belinda shooing him away from the topic of romance?

It sets the stage for him not to have the opportunity to gain any experience in the world of horizontal tango.

That being said, though—HE'S NOT STUPID???

I feel like for his and your first time, he's really in tune as to what makes you feel good. He'll listen in on what makes you moan the loudest, what makes you say his name the sweetest etc. etc.

Therefore, with how well he fucks you with his cock and how good he angles it to your most pleasurable spots, it'll have you swearing up and down that he's not a virgin.

And who managed to have sex with him before you did

♡ - "Fuucckkkk—!" You drawled out, completely and utterly cockdrunk as you were fucked against the wall of your home, your front pressed against the wall while Jio pulled your ass onto his cock.

The tension between the two of you had grown to a breaking point finally.

A point where the two of you could hardly ignore the chemistry between each other any longer before you—well...Jio had finally decided to do something about it, per your constant teasing and the way you'd lay out breadcrumbs that you wanted to get to know him wayyyyy better than you did currently. Even if you were a virgin...the heat of your lust made you blind to the fact that you didn't know a single clue about what to do with a man. Much less how to please a cock, however, despite Jio sharing the fact that he was a virgin himself...he assured you plenty that he was fine with taking the reins.

But, with how loudly he was making you scream...you had your doubts as to whether or not he was truly a virgin himself.

Jio tsked as he listened to your unabashed moans, his fingers beginning to grip your waist even tighter. "So loud," He said, almost as if he were reprimanding your cries, though you knew it was the opposite. "Even as you're being fucked in the cabin where anyone of the cult could come in...you still have no shame?" The elf chuckled when you clenched even tighter around his dick in response.

"C-Can't..." You whined, your nails threatening to make scratch marks into the wood as your mind barely help onto being able to formulate a single coherent sentence. "Y' feel too good..." You drawled out. You gasped when you felt Jio's dick throb inside of you, the two prominent veins along the side of his dick dragging against your walls, adding onto the pleasure that you already felt besides the way the tip of his cock pressed into your g-spot repeatedly without fail. "Y-You sure y' a virgin?" You asked dumbly.

He rolled his eyes in response, deciding to not give you an answer as he pressed his front to your back, rolling his hips into your dripping cunt even deeper as even more whines left your throat. Jio wouldn't repeat himself twice; it was already embarrassing enough that he admitted such a thing to you! But...thankfully, he wasn't stupid, he knew how to listen and adjust per the situation, and according to the noises you made...it told him to not stop. As his hands trailed up and down your body, his fingers eventually coming to dance around your cunt, teasingly poking at your clit. He chuckled next to your ear when he heard you whine in frustration.

"J-Just...touch me." You begged.

"Have patience," Jio said despite the fact he touched you anyway, his index and middle finger slowly rubbing your clit up and down as he groaned at the sound of your delicious moans, every whimper and whine you made in response to the way he fucked you, making him throb even harder inside of you. "You should learn to indulge in the wait, the build-up before your climax Y/N..." The elf gently whispered to you as his thrusts slowed down even more, tears beginning to burn your eyeline as the fact that you'd have to wait even longer for your orgasm settled deep within you.

In the back of your mind, however, you already knew that it had to have been some type of 'get-back' for the fact that you've always teased him prior to now! "Accidentally" pushing yourself back against him when the two of you were too close to one another, dropping seductive hints when the two of you were alone, and he happened to pay a visit—you saw the way he looked at you as if you were a meal he wanted to devour but couldn't on par of his loyalties to his cult.

"We have all night together Y/N...enough time for me to get back at you for all the teasing you did to me."

[marscantread7]

Idk where I'm going w/ this but mdni😭🙏🏾

But like, basically js imagining u finally convince all the LIs to have one crazy orgy w/ u. Like, honestly here's what I'm thinking.

Rafayel and Sylus would be like a little jealous and confused bc like??? 😭⁉️ ur my girl, wtf do u mean an orgy w/ 5 other men, two being ur childhood best friends???? But they live w/ the mindset of "if u like it, I love it ig" and they'd agree to it. They're both some really horny, freaky fucks and not to be on that cuck shit, but they'd lowkey really enjoy watching u get fucked by the other guys bc they're js freaky like that idk. And ngl, Rafayel getting passed around too, Sylus having the honor of fucking the brat out of him first😛😛😛

Caleb and Xavier would flat out refuse bc??? Bitch do u even know me😭⁉️ I'M CRYING AT THE SCANDALIZED LOOK THEY'D GIVE U. Like??? Bro ur insane for even asking that, genuinely. But then they think on it, and they're like actually tweaking out, Xavier crashing out the worst, but then it's like... lowkey it might be kinda hot... bc like... idk they freaky like that too. Like honestly, as long as they can constantly touch u at any point or u touch them, they might be able to handle it. I can imagine Caleb and Zayne bumping heads for whatever bs reason, and Xavier side eyeing Sylus the whole time. Rafayel and u wondering wtf these niggas got beef for when y'all not even naked yet😭⁉️ I imagine Xavier would also be passed around too tbh.

Zayne would honestly be the most chill w/ it. Like, "Is this what u really want?" And ur js like, "I mean, it'd be cool to have u all in the same room, doesn't necessarily have to be sex." And he js shrugs and is like, "Nothing against ur other friends, but I think we should all use protection." And u readily agree😭🙏🏾 anyways, Zayne would be chill w/ all of them. He thinks Rafayel is a little annoying, and he doesn't quite know where tf u found Sylus at, and he's almost asked to check Xavier's vitals like 20 times within the first fice minutes, but they're cool. Where his problem lies is Caleb... bc why is bro tryna size him up??? Buddy we were childhood friends too what😭⁉️ I think Zayne would eventually get sick of it and put Caleb in his place bc let's be honest... Zayne topping in that relationship, let's not be dumb...

Anyways, let's js say evb would leave w/ e/os numbers and a gc would be made, private messages would be sent, secret link ups that really aren't that secret bc all these niggas suck at lying😭😭😭 especially Rafayel. "Hey raf! I didn't give u that hickey?" "A turtle bit me." "Okay man."

And if this ends in one giant poly relationship then well. Uhm. Idk man, that's between y'all and God or smth idk💀💀💀

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Oh yeah, and in this, u don't have an established relationship w/ any of the boys. Ur literally friends w/ all them and js so happen to be a little more than friends and u decide to spice things up😛😛😛 js silly thoughts that I have😭😭😭 ik some of these might be ooc, but it's js lil headcanons and thoughts LMFAOO

[whchenlvr]

Hi can I request jake, teddy, wolf, alex and ben trying to break up with the reader because they are afraid for her safety, but they soon regret their choices and try to win her back !!

ngl i really channeled my inner new moon bella and edward for this request 🤩

trying to win you back after breaking up for your safety ;

weak hero x fem!reader

jake ji

➤ there were definitely tears on both sides

➤ breaking up with you was the last thing jake wanted to do. he never wanted to hurt you, but when an unknown number sent images of the two of you to him, he realized you might get hurt because of him

➤ to prevent that from happening, jake begrudgingly ended your relationship

➤ as you guessed it, that wasn’t quite the end of jake and y/n

➤ he continued keeping tabs on you after the break up in the least stalkerish of ways. watching you in school, stalking your social media, etc.

➤ in doing all this, jake realized how empty his life was without you. he’d left you to protect you, but not being by your side felt so much worse

➤ he'd pull you aside one day and just lay his head in your lap. "i thought... i thought things would be better if we were apart, but they're not, y/n. you'd be safer with me. please, take me back."

teddy jin

➤ honestly, when teddy broke up with you to “protect you” you thought that was his own clever way of “it’s not you, it’s me.”

➤ you were hurt, of course, but also angry. how could he break up with you just like that? over something so silly?

➤ “fine. you want to protect me? leave me alone. i don’t want to see you again.”

➤ it hurt you to say that almost as much as it hurt him to hear it. he couldn’t help but doubt his decision to end your relationship and second guess whether this was the right choice or not

➤ you'd try to move on, but he appears in every part of your life. you can't look at a vending machine or a cat or even a cloud without being reminded of your relationship, and it makes it really hard to move on

➤ to make matters worse, teddy wasn't doing much better either. it was as if the second he stopped fighting and broke up with you, all threats against your safety vanished. as if they were never there. as if the only purpose was to destroy him by making him lose you

➤ one evening, you were brushing your teeth before bed when you caught a crumpled hoodie in the reflection of your mirror and turned only to discover that it was one of teddy's that you'd stolen

➤ you immediately broke down, missing the way he'd scold you for taking his things and run his fingers through your hair

➤ you were calling him before you knew it, and not ten minutes later you were in teddy's arms, his arms tight around you as you sobbed and begged for a better explanation as to why he'd left you

➤ "i'm sorry, i was wrong," he'd repeat into your hair. "please let me make it up to you, y/n. please take me back."

wolf keum

➤ like in teddy’s situation, you were more angry than hurt

➤ you’d put so much time and effort into this relationship. you constantly missed sleep worrying about wolf, staying up late just to see him, teaching yourself basic first aid in case he ever needed it… all of that thrown away by the words “i want to break up.”

➤ knowing by the set look on his face that it was pointless to try and fight him, you gave in

➤ wolf tried to be glad that you were so willing to trust him, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit pained on the inside

➤ you decided to heal with friends. you stayed out late, partied with people you didn’t know, and tried to enjoy and experience life as a single person

➤ unknown to you, wolf had been keeping excessive tabs on you. watching you. trying to keep you safe from a distance

➤ he saw the way you danced with strangers and drank with friends. how you laughed freely and let yourself not care. how you appeared to be forgetting him

➤ he hated it. seeing you move on so quickly most of all, he hated that that’s what it took for him to realize that you belonged safely at his side and his side alone

➤ wolf didn't regret much; he didn't see a point in it. but he regretted this. he regretted losing you. and when you opened your door one evening to see him standing there with flowers, dirt still clinging to the roots, you knew he'd do everything in his power to win you back

alex go

➤ you thought he was joking when he said you couldn’t be together because it was “dangerous”

➤ “lol. nice try, honey. now, are we going to build a treehouse in minecraft or not?”

➤ he’d just look at you and say “y/n…” and you knew it was over

➤ you didn’t take it well. you tried to understand but you just couldn’t. if alex was so worried about you, why would be voluntarily leave you to fend for yourself?

➤ you were the stalker-ish one in this case, keeping tabs on him, scrolling through his social media, missing all the times you shared together

➤ you were going home one day when you tripped over a curb and skinned your knees. it didn't hurt that badly, but you sat on the curb and cried when you realized that alex wasn't going to appear to pick you up and kiss you better

➤ by coincidence, you were sniffling past a drugstore for some bandages when alex saw you from the ice cream shop across the street and rushed over in a panic. "y/n! what happened?!"

➤ you knew he was asking about your bleeding knees, but you were embarrassed and in pain and curled in on yourself as you cried out, "you left me! you think i'm safer on my own than i am with you?! are you insane?!"

➤ you cried harder when alex started laughing at your ridiculous confession and smacking his shoulder with your hand to get him to stop. alex would simply grab your hand and kiss your skinned palms. "you're right. i was wrong to think you'd be safe around curbs without me." "i hate you!" but you'd let him pick you up and kiss you better, just like old times

ben park

➤ you were absolutely heartbroken when ben broke up with you for your "safety"

➤ ben was your longest relationship. the first boy you officially dated. your first love. you might be young, but ben radiated such warmth and happiness that without him, you felt empty

➤ you felt so lonely without him. you hadn’t meant to become so dependent on anyone, but without ben life was so boring

➤ watching you struggle was one of the hardest things ben ever had to do. you’d sit in class with such a dull look on your face that just broke ben’s heart. all he could think about was running over and pulling you into a hug, but he knew people would see and your safety would once again be jeopardized

➤ you were walking through the empty halls after a club meeting one evening when you were suddenly shoved into an empty classroom. before you could scream, a hand clamped over your mouth, and you were shocked to silence when you realized it was ben

➤ "ben? wh-what are you--" he'd shake his head and cup your face gently in his hands, running his thumbs along bags under your eyes. "you were supposed to be safer without me, y/n. why?"

➤ you couldn't fight the tears welling in your eyes as you worried your bottom lip. "i... i just... i miss you--" and suddenly ben was kissing you, and for a moment, everything felt right again

➤ you weren't going to beg him to take you back, but when you finally met his eyes, you realized you didn't have to. "y/n, the others can't know. i can't protect you if they know." you forced yourself not to grin too hard as you nodded and pulled him down for another kiss

[allisluv]

finnick odair and you having a little fun (wink wink) on mother’s day after the kids are tucked in?

mothers day.

pairing: finnick o'dair x wife!reader

content warnings: nsfw. set post rebellion but its not specified. finnick and reader have a daughter. reader is a bit bratty ngl. pet names (angel and baby). references to reader as "mine" and a "good girl". oral sex (f!recieving). unprotected p in iv -- please wrap it before you tap it. begging. finnick is a menace but we love him. he is also big on consent. flirting and teasing. not proofread we die like heroes or whatever. if theres anything else pls lmk!

word count: 2.6k

a/n: okay so i never intended this to be this long but i got really carried away with it lmao! happy new year everyone! here's to lots more fics this coming year! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

When your husband told you he would be going all out on Mothers Day, you hadn’t believed him. Then again, more fool you, because if there was one thing you should have known about Finnick O’Dair in all the years you had known him, it was that he always followed through on his promises.

You’re woken up to your toddler, Cordelia, jumping on the bed. You can faintly make out Finnick’s half- assed attempt at scolding her— hes not doing a very good job at being stern. Despite the fact that you are in sleep’s greedy clutches, you still know that he has a soft spot for his daughter, and he rarely ever gives out to her. 

Youre treated to breakfast in bed that morning, with all your favourite foods piled high on a plate, and a selection of drinks on the bedside table. You almost laugh at how sweet the gesture is. 

Then comes the onslaught of presents. Finnick waits (impatiently) as Cordelia runs to her room to get the gift bag. He takes advantage of that time, though, by setting the tray on the floor and peppering your face with kisses. “I love you.” 

You chuckle, squirming under his touch as he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Well, I love you more.”

Finnick arches an amused brow and pulls away just enough so he can look at you. “Is that so?” He grins and two dimples carve their way into the skin above his mouth.

You wind your arms around his neck, which doesn’t take much effort on your side, considering you have easy access to him with the way he’s hovering over you on the bed. “Mhm. It’s a scientific fact.”

“A fact, you say.” 

“A scientific one,” You correct him. 

Finnick hums non-committedly. “Ah. Silly me.” He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. “And where exactly, pray tell, would one find evidence of this scientific fact?”

You mull his words over in your mind for a minute before shrugging. “Hm. Good question.”

“One that you can’t answer.” He points out. 

“Hey, you can’t correct me on Mother’s Day!” You argue, but there’s no real bite behind your tone. 

Finnick rolls his eyes fondly and is about to open his mouth and spew out a smart remark when the sound of tiny feet slapping against the hard-wood floors echoes through the hallway. He chuckles to himself and presses one more kiss to the skin that your night-dress leaves exposed before rolling off of you and settling beside you on the bed. 

Cordelia comes bouncing into the bedroom, two gift bags clutched in hand. She settles inbetween both of you and starts rifling through the first bag. 

Cordelia gives you a home-made card and a picture frame with a photo of the three of you in it. Finnick gifts you a bunch of your favourite flowers, a dainty silver locket and a couple of shells that he collected from the beach. 

As your daughter tries to find an appropriate place to display her photo frame, Finnick leans in close to you. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “You’ll get your other present when the little one’s in bed.”

You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You quirk a brow in amusement. “Ah. I like the sound of that.”

Finnick chuckles under his breath. “Yeah, I knew you would.” His lips skim your jawline as he places a feather-light kiss to the skin there. “Come on. I’ve got a dinner to prepare and I can’t do it without my favourite girl with me.”

“And mommy!” Cordelia pipes up. 

Finnick snickers. “I was talking about mommy, you silly goose.” Cordelia scoffs— for a three-year-old, she has a hell of a lot of sass. (Finnick says she gets it from you but you’ll agree to disagree on that one). “Come on then. You can help with dinner while we let mommy put her feet up.”

Cordelia perks up at the prospect of helping. “We’re making lasagna!” She announces. 

Finnick groans good-naturedly. “And there goes the surprise.”

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The rest of the day flies by in a blur of pampering and fussing. Cordelia has decided to take a leaf out of her fathers book for the day and is giving you the princess treatment. 

As it grows dark outside and the movie on the tv in your bedroom starts to roll to an end, Cordelia starts to drift off in between you and Finnick. He decides that it’s time for bed. “Stay there,” he murmurs as he lifts her into his arms. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting,” You tease. 

Finnick gives you a smile as he cradles Cordelia’s body in his calloused palms and disappears into her bedroom. 

In a matter of minutes, he’s back in the privacy of your own bedroom and as soon as the door is closed behind him, he makes a beeline for you. He crawls up the length of the bed and hovers over you, doing nothing but staring. “Well?” You roll your eyes impatiently. 

“Well what, angel?”

“Well, are you gonna put your mouth to good use or you gonna keep staring all night long?”

Finnick chuckles under his breath and fondly shakes his head. “So bossy.” He teases, but presses a kiss to the skin of your jaw. “So impatient, hm?” He catches your ear lobe between his teeth. “So needy.” He moves to suck a hickey into your neck. “So mine.” He slots his lips over your own.

You groan into his mouth and he eagerly swallows it back. Already, you can feel the slick in between your legs, and its honestly pathetic how wet you are from the simplest of touches. But Finnick hums into your mouth and all of a sudden, you can’t find it in yourself to focus on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. 

His touch is tentative, almost feather-light. His deft fingers ghost down the skin of your waist, tracing a pattern into the places that he knows will make you squirm, before finally settling on your hips. 

He nibbles on your bottom lip softly. You whine and he smiles into the kiss— he’s always had a thing for hearing you and it shows. His fingers trail lower and lower, but it’s far too slow for your liking. You huff out a sigh but wait it out; you know Finnick and you know that if you start demanding him to go quicker, he will only be more inclined to tease you. 

Finnick can sense your patience and he rewards you by kissing you softly. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and slips his tongue into your mouth. 

After what feels like a lifetime, but can realistically only be a few seconds at the most, he bunches the fabric of your nightdress up around your hips and moves down your body, pressing kisses as he goes. 

His eyes are blown wide with lust when he inches lower down the bed, and finally gets to be eye-level with your panties. “So pretty,” he praises, nipping at the soft flesh of your thigh. You moan and you feel him smile against your skin. “Can I take these off? I want to see all of you, angel.” 

You nod but Finnick only clicks his tongue and tries to pull away from you. Before he can get far, you’re guiding him back towards your core by his hair. “I– yeah. Take them off.” 

Your voice is desperate and wrecked, even to your own ears, but you’re too on edge to care. 

Finnick grins and nips his way up your thigh again. He grabs the soft fabric between his teeth and hooks his fingers through the waistband, tantalizingly and slowly yanking your underwear down your legs. He waits until theyre at your ankles before pulling them all the way off and discarding them somewhere else in the room. He hums. “That’s better.” 

He kisses his way back up your leg, stops at your core, and drinks you in. You whine and he raises a brow. “Got something to say, angel?”

“Finnick,” You growl. 

“Yes?” He smiles smugly. 

“Stop staring already.”

“What do you want me to do instead?” “Touch me.”

“Touch me…” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Please. Touch me please.” 

Finnick smiles. “Good girl.” Without warning, he licks a stripe up your core. You gasp, hips bucking forward, and his hands fly out to keep you in place. He traces tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, before suctioning his mouth around it and sucking. 

Wanton moans spill from your lips, and he picks up his pace. Finnick’s done this many a time, and every time feels better than the last. Some would even say he knows your body better than you know yourself, and to that, you couldnt disagree. 

He knows exactly what to do to have you weak in the knees and, in what must be record time, your thighs have clamped around his head and you’re cumming from his mouth alone, his name falling like a prayer from your lips. 

He works you through your orgasm, and when you come down from your high, he presses a soft kiss to your sensitive clit. The whine that slips out of your mouth is high-pitched and he can’t help but smile as he crawls back up your body and kisses you. 

He sits up, straddling your waist as he looks at you. You tug at his shirt, eyes still glazed over from the pleasure of your orgasm. “Off.”

Finnick chuckles. “Giving demands now, are we?”

You huff and tug at the hem of his shirt once more. “Need to feel you. Please.” You give him your best puppy-dog eyes and he laughs, but obliges, pulling his shirt over his head. Your hands find home on the defined, hard ridges of his abs. “And you can lose the pants while you’re at it, too.”

Finnick lets out a huff of amusement but rolls off of you and stands. In one swift motion, he pulls off his sweatpants and discards them with your underwear, before hovering back over you. Your hand palms his hard cock through his boxers and he groans, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. “Careful, angel. Keep going like that and I’ll come in my pants like a teenager before things have even had a chance to get started.” 

You move your hand, but buck your hips into his instead. He groans again and nips your neck in way of warning. You ignore him and roll your hips once more. “Let me take care of you, too,” You whisper.

“Jesus Christ, you’ll be the death of me.” Finnick murmurs into your neck before kissing you again. 

“Can I suck you off?” 

Finnick shakes his head fondly. “Another day, baby. Today is about you, and only you.”

Your heart melts, but you cant resist getting one last jab in there. “Hm. Bold of you to assume there’ll be another opportunity.”

Finnick laughs and nips your neck again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. “Oi. Watch it.” 

“Or what?” You challenge.  

“Sorry, did you want me to fuck you tonight? Cause I can always leave you hanging if you prefer.”

You roll your eyes. He’s got you there and the smug smile on his face tells you that he knows it, too. 

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you, angel.” 

You huff out a sigh. “Fuck me.”

Finnick hums thoughtfully as if he’s debating it, but you can feel the tip of his hard cock poking at your dripping entrance teasingly. It’s just enough to have you on edge again. “I will— but only if you ask me nicely.”

You groan and try to push against him but his hands fly down to your hips, keeping you firmly pinned in place. “Finn, don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not being a tease,” Finnick shrugs, pushing in just enough to have your back arching off of the bed. He laughs. Bastard, you think. “You know I’ll give you what I want, angel. All you have to do is ask me.”

“I’m not begging,” You protest. 

Finnick laughs. “That’s a bold-faced lie and we both know it, baby.” He pushes in another inch before he pulls out completely, leaving you whining. “Come on. You can do it. Ask me.” 

“Finnick,” You groan, but he doesn’t move. Finally, you sigh and resign to your fate. “Please. ‘M asking nicely. Just fuck me already.” 

The words have no sooner left your lips before he’s pushing back into you. The breath is nearly knocked out of your lungs and Finnick slows down, soothing you with gentle words of reassurance and careful, soft caresses. “I know, baby. I know. You’re doing so well. Taking me like a good girl. My good girl. So good, angel.”

Slowly but surely, he pushes into you, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. You wriggle your hips at him and he takes the hint, pulling out of you before pushing back in again. 

The thing about Finnick is, even when he is fucking you hard and fast, there is still always an element of love-making to it. No matter how rough he is, there will always be something he does that reminds you of how much he loves you. 

“God, you feel so good,” He groans, nipping at the skin of your neck. You grab him by the hair and pull him impossibly closer, winding your arms around his neck when he’s near enough. 

“I’m close,” You whine, sucking a hickey onto his chest. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum.”

Finnick’s thrusts get sloppier as he gets closer to the edge himself, and you can feel that too familiar coil tightening in the depths of your stomach. He moves in and bites at the spot right behind your ear that he knows drives you wild. “You gonna cum? Come on, angel, I know you’re close. Can feel you clenching around me like a god-damn vice. Christ, I love you so much. Want you to cum. You think you’ll be able to do that for me? Can my pretty baby cum for me? Come on, I know you can—” 

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave and Finnick isnt far behind you. You can feel him spilling inside of you, and your cunt flutters as his cock pulses and his thrusts get sloppier yet again. “Finnick!”

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and bites, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to help you ride out your orgasm. He whispers words of praise as you both come down from your highs.

You pull him in for a kiss and pant into his mouth. Finnick’s tongue dances with yours and his breath is heavy and strained as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls out of you and swallows your whine of protest with yet another kiss. “I know, angel, I know,” He mumbles, caressing your hair as he rolls off of you and pulls you down to lie flush against his chest. 

You nuzzle into his chest, craving the warmth of his body and he wraps his arms around you tightly. You press a lazy kiss to his chest and he laughs into your hair. “Feeling better?”

“Best Mother’s Day present ever.” 

He chuckles. “Well, there’s more to that present.” 

You quirk a brow. “Do tell.”

Finnick kisses your temple. “Well, you should know by now that I’m not a one round man.” He teases. 

You whack his chest playfully. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Is that a no?” 

“Of course it’s not.” Finnick chuckles. “Now, who’s the insatiable one, huh?”

[soobkwann]

~ Why don’t we kiss since we’re bored? ᯓ★

SYNOPSIS: nothing wrong with kissing your homies…right?

PAIRINGS: Choi Soobin x Hueningkai (implied future of Choi Soobin X Reader X Hueningkai)

WC: 1,788 || ☆

Warnings: NSFW (18+, mdni), m/m, Soobin x Kai, potentially poly (?), dry humping, voyeurism ( could be implied the reader watched them for a bit ), they all just horndogs and ZESTY ngl… (LMK if anything else!)

A/N: Likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated ! Also thank you to my friends for reading my draft and gassing me up 😛

© soobkwann please don’t repost or translate without permission/credit

It was supposed to be the average group hangout; you and your five best friends joking around under warm fairy lights, ignoring the dumb romance movie, getting drunk, and waking up to a bunch of wasted guys huddled on your small couch—the usual.

Tonight’s atmosphere was different, not bad different, but different in a way that had you *extra* excited for tonight.

Only Soobin and Kai could make it, typical given they’d never miss a Saturday night hang out. Getting to eat all your food, drinking “unlimited” alcohol, ~~(getting to see you)~~ it was literally heaven on earth for them.

Yeonjun couldn’t make it, “I’m being busy catching up with an old friend.” he claimed over the phone. Beomgyu told you off with an abnormal emergency; “ Can’t come, fishes need a bath-“ And Taehyun…just didn’t want to come, typical, you really admired his honesty though.

The presence of those three would be missed, of course. Thankfully, “The two coolest guys could still make it.” (Their words..)

So here you three are, still enjoying the moment, stuffing your faces with snacks while trying to avoid choking from the funny jabs the other makes. Y/N notices they are running a bit low on drinks :

“I’m gonna go get us some more soju,” she upped and left the living area to get refills from the kitchen.

“Alright,” “hurry back!” The two boys said in unison, as Y/N went to grab drinks, she couldn’t shake the feeling of something exciting happening, especially since it was just those two alone with her. It’s silly, maybe it’s the alcohol throwing her off but she’s always felt like there was tension between the three of them.

Yeah, that’s definitely that alcohol talking.. There’s no tension, all the lingering stares, subtle touches-, that’s just what friends do, totally.

—

Back in the living room, Soobin and Kai were still joking among themselves and half-watching the movie. The laughter seemed to die down once it settled your presence was gone.

It got quiet, not completely silent due to the TV providing background noise —but there was a silence between the two that felt caused heavy tension. Not an uncomfortable silence, just the fact that they’re quite buzzed taking over.

Soobin and Kai just sat there, Kai playing with his fingers and Soobin watching the dumb film he chose.

“Wonder what’s taking her so long,” Kai said, interrupting the dazed silence.

“Probably drinking it all without us.” Soobin joked, both the boys giggling among themselves. Once that got old it was back to silence… where is she with those damn drinks..

“Since we’ve got nothing to do,” it was Kai breaking the silence again, this time he had this look as if he’d just came up with a million dollar idea.

Soobin looks over at him “Hm?” he replied mindlessly. Kai’s lip quirked into a subtle smirk, his eyes were fox-like as he turned over and made eye contact with Soobin on the other side of the couch.

“Since we’ve got nothing to do,” he repeated, staring at Soobin with a vixen gaze “Why don’t we kiss?” he said simply, like it was normal between them, like he was plotting this moment for a while.

Soobin was taken aback, his eyes widened slightly, he wasn’t shocked, he was amused. He knew how his friend got, especially when he was left alone with his mischievous mind for too long.

“You,” he took a breath. “You want to kiss? Right now?”

Kai slowly crawled over, eye contact never breaking. “Why not?” that same cocky expression still written on his face.

Soobin could almost laugh at the sight. His friend, looking at him as if he was prey, sensually licking his lips as if he was craving the taste of Soobin.

“You’re drunk aren’t you” Soobin chucked, cocking a brow. His friend must really be out of it to suggest something like this so casually.

“No,” Kai replied, a smug smile tugging his lips. “We’ve just got nothing better to do” he continued matter-of-factly. Soobin just stared like he was being tempted by a drug dealer.

“shit, why not,” Soobin thought.

Suddenly, Soobin inched slightly, Kai took the hint and immediately scooted to leaned in, capturing his lips against Soobin’s. It was so foreign, but so familiar. It felt like their lips belonged together-, like the softness of their lips were meant to be conjoined.

They’re lip locked on the couch for a while, fully processing the fact that; they’re kissing each other. It was like jumping over a hurdle.

Getting tired of just resting there, Kai took the initiative and grabbed the back of Soobin’s head, gripping the short, black strands on the back of his head.

Soobin moaned, startled by the sudden roughness, not that he minded. His pretty noises only pushed Kai further, prompting him to insert his warm tongue into the other boy’s mouth.

Their tongues meet, the clash of soju and saliva making this impulsive moment even hotter. Soobin doesn’t know what to do with himself, or where to put his hands, so he just sits there, letting Kai explore his mouth, and grab his hair, Kai’s other hand goes to the side of his neck and he leans in impossibly closer, practically almost straddling the other boy.

Soobin takes this as a sign to grab his waist, keeping him steady, and starts to explore the muscular backside his buddy has been sculpting in the gym right before his eyes.

The room is hot and heavy. Tongues swirling, grabbing, and grinding against one another.

Fuck, they’re both hard.

Kai takes the hand that was once on Soobins neck and sensually glides it down to his perked nipples, hardened through his shirt, the slight pressure causing Soobin to shiver as if he’d been shocked, turned on by these acts of impulsivity.

Kai continues his quest exploring Soobin’s body, rubbing on his defined abs, trailing down to the hardened cock that’s piercing his pajamas pants, leaking tip soaking a wet spot through the silk material. Kai pulled back and smirked at Soobin’s immediate attempt to bring their lips back.

“You’re turned on from just a bit of kissing?” Kai asked condescendingly as if he wasn’t also. Soobin rolled his eyes and connected their lips again, this time he’s the one gripping Kai’s soft hair. He doesn’t care about teasing, he wants to finish what’s been started.

Intimately in their own world, the film completely disregarded. They don’t have anything else on their minds other than getting a release.

They’re both panting. Soobin rutted his groin against Kai’s hand, moaning into his mouth pathetically like he was in heat, he’s already so close, just a bit more and he’ll be at his be at his climax.

Soobin, so focused on his on pleasure doesn’t notice Kai taking his hand atop of his clothed cock, helping him get off too. Once he felt the hardness between his finger tips he squeezed earning a loud moan from Kai.

“Fuck,” Kai panted, he instead locked hands with Soobin then positioned himself right on top of him, rolling his hips quickly, aching for a release. Soobin moans at the sudden humping, leaking cock tip kissing Kai’s as he lifts his hips and matches his pace, equally as desperate.

“Make me come,” Soobin demanded, Kai couldn’t help but giggle at him trying to make demands while being such a mess underneath him. He couldn’t even let out a new snark remark, too distracted by the knot in his tummy being so close to snapping.

They were both so close, hot breath fanning against each other, clothed cocks stimulating each other, pajama pants beyond soaked. They probably looked like two animals in a rut. None of that mattered, both of them just wanting to come.

Soobin throws his head back and lets out a high pitched moan he’d be embarrassed about any other day, he couldn’t careless right now, he’s so close to snapping, one more grind and he’ll-

“What’s going on in here?”

Fuck. Now she wants to come back?!

—

Y/N stood before them, box of soju in her hand, cheeks burning but still keeping her composure. The sight of them having a heated make out on her couch surely aroused her. She clenched her thighs together as if it would stop the heat forming between her legs from soaking her panties.

Y/N sucked in a breath,

“You guys got too impatient waiting on drinks and decided to slurp each other’s faces?” she said in mockery, silently praying it’s not noticeable she was heavily turned on by the previous sight.

Soobin and Kai stared at her like they’d been caught red-handed by the police committing a misdeed.

Soobin couldn’t even comprehend her words, cock still painfully hard and brain fried from being so turned on.

Kai on the other hand just started at Y/N, noticing the way she shifts her legs uncomfortably, like there was something aching in between them. He brought back that smug expression that Soobin is all too familiar with;

“You’re not mad are you?” He started. “Or jealous?” Y/N stared at him blankly. She couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh, the nerve of this guy.

“I’m not mad or jealous, I’m just,” she pauses, collecting her thoughts. She places the box of drinks on the floor beside the table and takes a good look at both Soobin and Kai. They look so out of it, like they were having the time of their lives. Together. Without her.. On her couch.

“Damn, maybe I am jealous,” she thought.

She takes a step closer to the edge of the couch in front of both of them and says something that gives them the idea she’s been possessed by Kai’s boldness.

“I’m just wondering why you’d think to do this without inviting me,” she claimed, biting the bullet. Something in her chest said she wouldn’t regret her sudden words.

Soobin and Kai look over at each other, smirking ear to ear. It looked like they were plotting telepathically.

Suddenly Soobin shifted right side up back on his left side of the couch resting his arm across the top. Kai followed promptly, sprawling over the right, leaving a snug space in the middle between for Y/N.

It was Soobin’s turn to be bold now, legs open on the couch, member still visibly hard beneath the wet patch in the middle of his pants, a preview of what she was getting into.

“We’ve got some room for now,” Soobin said lowly, as if he was daring her to come closer.

The erotic expression on both the boy’s faces told her everything she needed to know;

She’s about to get wrecked.

Part. 2?

[modmad]

i know this is probably silly but i love reading how dedicated you are to treating yourself well. as An Fellow Bendy, tm, it feels good to see someone else with the same struggles actually practice the good stuff. Setting time limits, pacing yourself, and the support culture a lot of your fans (me included!) have towards you (I've seen the get well wishes, I've seen the people reminding you to be gentle with yourself) are all such amazing things. It's part of what makes me strive to be more gentle with my own body. PS: an actual question, are you primarily right or left handed? have you noticed that ballpoint pens don't work the same in different hands? i'm a lefty and end up having to hunt down specific, nice ball point pens because of it. my current go-to is a pilot g-2 0.38

ngl buddy it SUCKS a lot of the time to do! being responsible is an ass! I hate only being able to draw for ten minutes before I have to stop for a cool down! sometimes I have to take involuntary days off and my brain is going crazy off the walls! but if I can keep making things. then I can keep making things. and I want to keep making things. so this is how it is. glad if it's helping you too, that will help me in return! im gonna look after myselffff aruughhghhh

I am primarily right handed but I do a fair amount of sketch work and block colouring with my left, I haven't drawn with a ball point for ages and I didn't know they didn't work both sides?! is. is that real im very gullible

edit: apparently it's real!

[ghosts-of-the-apocalypse]

FUCK YES!! sorry but I absolutely called it! Lucifer is a silly guy!

Excessive ramble/theory tid bits ahead!~

How can you look at him and think he won't be a silly little guy? People saying he'd be a big intimidating scary king of hell? No way dude just look at him.

And like the way he looks so upset in Ep1 when he lost his ability to create. That's not the face of a guy seeking revenge and filled with anger, that dude is just plain ol' depressed. The way he slowly just walks off screen...

Lilith on the other hand? She is the definition of girlboss.

She's out here inspiring all the demons. Look at that power. She's in control. She's in charge.

While Lucifer's in his depressive state she's out here trying to lead all of hell. She's vengeful, (ik reds are quite a common colour in Hazbin Hotel) but the way it emanates in a glow behind her combined with her pose. It's just shows so much power and malice. You cannot convince me otherwise that she hasn't been pulling the strings since day 1.

I'd even go as far as to say she was the one who had the idea to tell Lucifer to give Eve the apple. Just look at her stance as she stands back to see Lucifer going over to Eve, overlooking the plan. She knows what's up.

(Also just a note but Eve looks so sad here. Girlie is trapped with Adam like she's in her own personal type of Hell. Btw I'd like to throw a theory out there that Eve and Lilith are sisters)

Ngl I do think Lucifer and Lilith split because of this whole power dynamic. Like Lucifer just couldn't keep up with Lilith's ideas or didn't believe in them. Like, Lucifer tells Charlie in Ep5 that Hell and it's people are terrible. This contradicts Lilith's whole thing of wanting to round up all the demons and potentially lead a fight. She THRIVES in Hell. For Lucifer, it's just constant punishment.

I feel like Charlie despite looking up to Lilith, is experiencing quite a bit of miscommunication. They both want to save the demons but in different ways. Charlie's way being through redemption but Lilith's maybe being through a war against Heaven.

Now it's just figuring out where the hell (pun not intended but enjoy) she's been for the past 7 years. (Honestly, I think she's just been off plotting with Eve.)

Another side note, but like the way Alastor just stares at this portrait in the pilot for such a weird prolonged amount of time is not helping my Lilith and Alastor theories calm down. Bro is the radio demon and is broadcasting everything back to Lilith.

He 100% sold his soul to Lilith, tried breaking free, but couldn't.

[rotting-ink]

can i just say that one thing i love abt the Royal route so far, is how well you managed to subtly portray just how detached from the real world the Royal is. like at the start, reading through your blog, and seeing that the Aide and Pasha both consider MC like a lost little lamb, i didn't fully get it? and then i played the demo and oh my god-

the contrast between specifically how the MC views the servants with that Pasha POV at the end. MC thinks they're all grown up, they even make a parallel between themself and Pasha as "sharing a secret" because they both left the house, but the way that they evolved from those experiences is so contrasting it actually gave me whiplash reading it. the way Pavel became so class conscious, realizing and despising the way he and his family would just take take take and meanwhile the MC doesn't even know who their servants are

it's genuinely fascinating to me. like you were right! the Royal has no fucking idea what it is like to live in the "real world". they're stuck inside a little safety bubble, coddled and pampered and told that they don't need to look outside, its ok, just close your eyes and think happy thoughts

makes me wonder if everyone else in the royal family is the same way, or if the Royal had it especially bad by being so sick all the time, treated like a glass doll from the moment they were born. i also love that their ignorance isn't treated as a synonym to innocence. they know violence, they have intrusive thoughts, they grew up surrounded by tragic stories and violent fairy tales and because of that they think they know how the world works

i don't blame the Aide for treating them like a clueless little puppy, honestly i'd do the same

I'M RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY ROOM!!! IM SO GLAD SOMEONE NOTICED!!!

Just wanted to quickly add in, that they have seen some horrible stuff at times, like in the side story with the Goodbye to Pavel. They are quietly reenacting something they accidentally saw, which is a peasant woman being tramped by Pavel's friend's horse, but they are mostly focusing on the senses of it, not the loss of life. The blood, the sound, the crunch, Pavel's hand over their eyes. I wish I could have added a Pavel pov, because while he'd also think back to the experience, he'd think about making sure the Royal stayed on Thunder as he checked on the peasant, watching her slowly die and quietly asking for her name while she struggled to breath, Feeling the moment she did finally bleed out and realising he had no idea how to help. That man's Guilt is endless and so fun to write about. Looking up and seeing one of his friends entertaining the MC and keeping their eyes off the body, while the other friend bemoaned his horse's hooves, caked in gore and the creature itself being spooked. While he himself doesn't even know who to tell that she died.

But it's so so fun. Because the Royal is morbid, even without meaning to. They are surrounded by violence- they can watch the Aide BATTER a man/woman at the resort, but all they think is that they couldn't get their first kiss and then the Aide can basically go down on them. They know violence, they know death, they have experienced pain, their culture has dark fairy tales, and strange history. Their ignorance is built off of never having to step down into someone else's shoes, even when their childhood companion basically "goes missing" and is hidden below stairs. Out of the two, Pavel knows what happened to them and ngl, that's why he remembers them so well.

ANYWAY! So no one in the family is as class conscious as Pavel. He does view his family as parasites who can take and take. Laszlo and Stas is a bit more aware, at least class wise. Laszlo came from a lower noble house in Magyar and his family skirted the class line from time to time. Luckily he's a gem and of course the Tsarina would want to ride him silly. Stas is only aware because he happened to develop a soft spot for a maid. He is curious about her, all things, and so does find out about her life, especially as a Serf. It does upset him, and since bringing her up in life to a Kept Lover, he tries not to think of it too much, given that "she doesn't have to go back there".

It's not that Albina and Abraim aren't aware, they just don't care. Good luck as a Servant with them btw.

The Royal and Tatsiana are... mirrors of each other. Aren't innocent but are ignorant. Focused on other things mostly. Aksana does somewhat know, but deem to give it attention, the world outside of her own. But she is more aware of disabilities, than the rest of the family. The self inflicted pain and hunger she does, but also her fiance. The way he was mocked in fact drew her to him at first, before deciding she wanted him the most. Inga and Kissy seem oblivious, but Inga does see more than she says.

And yes, The Aide does just pat them on the head, knowing they will never see or know as much as The Aide has.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Thundercrackers legendary could be a dog legendary or thundurus

Latios came back eventually and Jetfire took a liking to latias (girldad lmao) but them being two bots that aren’t fighting in the frontlines of the war and having multiple legendary pokemon is really funny ngl, the sword and shield dogs are blue too... trainers have pokemon themes usually and TCs theme is just blue

both sides are like hey.. if you guys break up and want to rejoin the war who gets custody of those 👀

Wtf did not know that either, I usually categorize the mythical pokemon as the silly little guys!

[bluenerdd34]

Hi could you write romantic headcanons for bassie from dandy's world x a reader that is very affectionate to her and also ends up constantly be her her side when they are both twisteds.

So… uhm. I may or may not have not read the Twisted part. Uhm. I’m. Im sorry I didn’t read-.. I can write a Twisted version of this if you want but this is what I made.

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Of course 😈😈 *Aggressively throws these head canons and you and runs away to my silly little hiddy hole*

GENERAL:

Bro she is so sweet just give her some love ☹️

Quite literally cannot stop thinking about you, sweet girl would give anything to be loved by you 👊💗

Her love languages is gift giving, quality time, and physical touch.

She absolutely ADORESSS pressing flowers with you <3 But sometimes it’ll switch to some flower crowns!

Her feelings of romance in general is kinda shy. I feel like you would be the first person she had ever fallen for.

She tries to compliment you any chance she gets. It’s typically clumsy, words stacked on top of each other in a swirl of stutters. But she tries 😞

Overall, she loves you very very much and would do anything for you 💗 ..Besides being nice to Cocoa but you get my point..-

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

It honestly took her a WHILEEE to even realize her feelings. Let alone confess them to you.

She eventually figured out her feelings due to Eggson, Flyte, and much to her dismay, Cocoa.

They found out due to her constant fidgeting and blushing whenever you were brought up or talking to her.

Honestly, let’s be so for real right now.. She didn’t confess anything. Our boy Flyte probably did it for her 🏃‍♀️💨

He stopped you in the hallway and let you know about Bassie’s feelings. Whenever you tell him you like her back, he nods. Seeming happy for his two friends.

Bro RAN to Bassie to let her know that you returned her feelings 💯💯💯

You then met in person and talked about your guys feelings and that’s what really began to relationship 😈👊

RELATIONSHIP:

She isn’t major of cringy nicknames (She at least things their cringy) she typically goes for shortened versions of your name or “Love”

She is really into showing her affection to you. She prefers it in private but she typically cannot battle the need to cuddle into you in the middle of the lobby.

Speaking of cuddling.. She doesn’t have a preference for big or small spoon… At least that’s what she tells herself. She absolutely melts the millisecond she’s cuddled up in your arms.

With her love comes jealousy, typically with other mains or Cocoa. She’s afraid you’ll leave her for one of them because she’s too dependent. 

If she hasn’t gotten her needed attention, she will quite literally pounce on you whenever she finds your sitting alone in a private place. Pure loving. You’re not escaping her until she’s gotten her daily affection.

(As mentioned before) The biggest problem about your relationship is the jealousy. Bassie keeps it to herself, but you can tell with the way her grip on your hand tightens. She typically becomes more aloof or rude whenever she’s with the toon or the said toon is mentioned in a conversation.

To conclude the head canons, Bassie is very sweet and loves you with all her heart. Give her some time and she’ll gain more trust. She just needs love and patience, if you have it, it’s a 10/10 relationship ngl.

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 22: "Audience"

Summary: It's no secret that you were Pierro's prettiest and newest little toy. But so many rowdy recruits trying to see if they can play with you as well, Pierro has no choice but to show you that he's the only one who gets to play with you.

Warning(s): Public sex, Exhibitionism, Bimbo!Reader, Trophy wife!Reader, Lightly hinted that the Reader was bought, Praise Kink, Some hints on Infidelity (on the reader's side ngl), Throat-fucking,

Side Note(s): My guilty pleasure has always been trophy wives/husbands. I'm shocked I haven't done something like this sooner low-key.

Oh, it was just bliss being Pierro's pretty little thing on his arm!

Through Pierro's position of being the one who started the Fatui, all with the help of the honorable Tsaritsa, his influence was infinite. No one could touch him and, in turn, you. He had enough money to fund all of your silly little habits whether it was getting into the arts or wanting to clean out stores in the name of getting all the latest clothing items. Your sex life with him was mind-blowing, you've never left the bedroom without either being weak in the knees, absolutely shaking, or feeling as if the only name you could say much less think of was Pierro's.

Life was wonderful. But...as of lately, your husband has been more possessive than he usually would.

He kept mumbling things about "rowdy new recruits not knowing their places" or "them not having enough brain to know that they shouldn't touch his property". You hadn't thought there was a single thing wrong with the new recruits! They were so sweet to you each time you happened to find yourself out and about without Pierro by your side, which was often due to his duties. During those times, the recruits would immediately come up to you and greet you! Sometimes they'd place a hand on your lower backside or even kiss you so kindly on the cheek!

So many times have you gone over to the recruit barracks, they'd so sweetly keep you warm by wrapping their arms around you or even suggest that they all should share a bed with you so that you could truly stay warm.

You thought your silly husband was just being needlessly jealous.

The recruits were friendly and nothing more.

But...apparently, Pierro didn't see it like that. And he was far more jealous than you originally thought he was, to begin with.

. . .

The noises that were currently being forced from your lips were embarrassing, absolutely disgusting as you choked and gagged around Pierro's cock, currently positioned on your knees in front of all of Pierro's recruits regardless of they were old or new. It seemed that your husband catching you and a recruit being too handsy with one another was as big of a deal as you originally thought it would be! But, Pierro was content with showing you as well as alllll of his recruits, both old and new, exactly who his wife belonged to.

"Filthy slut...don't you know who you belong to?" Pierro growled to you, a furious glare in his stormy eyes as he looked down at you, his hand tangled in the strands of your hair as he pulled you back and forth on his cock, feeling his thick length bulge out in your throat while you were helpless to do nothing more than take it. "You see this, men?" Pierro then boldly addressed his recruits just as spit bubbles started to pop up at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head, the fact that you weren't allowed to pleasure of yourself nearly driving you insane in combination with the shame of having so many people watch your husband slut you out. "This is my wife. No matter how much she tries to whore herself out to you—" You gagged when his pace became more ruthless, your hands flying to try and stabilize yourself against his thighs.

"—she isn't to be touched. Unless...you want to end up like them." You weren't able to see what everyone had turned their eyes towards but...you were going to go ahead and assume that it was quite the sight. Your husband was possessive, if you were touched, the people who did so always mysteriously ended up missing the next day, the poor fellows!

But, you didn't have too much brain power to think about that at the moment. "Good fucking slut...all you're good for is being a brainless cock sleeve, eh?" Pierro groaned, out of breath as he then started to suck in his bottom lip, his thighs flexing as a sign of his approaching climax. He pushed his hips flush against your face, nearly blocking off your only remaining air source before he smirked at your tear-stained face. Your cheeks were beet red and your eyes wider than a doe's, he could almost see the hearts within' your pupils.

This was supposed to be a punishment not a reward.

"Tch, you're enjoying this aren't you, wife?" He hummed, his eyes beginning to flutter as he groaned at the way your throat squeezed around him. You moaned around him as he began to gently pat your head, immediately trying to press yourself closer to him like a dog who was enjoying attention from its owner. Your visible devotion to him made his cock twitch in your throat, his hand then moving to gently grip your head again before he resumed pulling you up and down his length, starting off at a steady pace before slowly increasing until he quietly cursed under his breath when he pushed you against his pelvis, his hairs tickling your face as you felt ropes of his cum shoot down your throat.

You stayed there for a couple of minutes until you were forced off his cock.

Once you took a few breaths, you had no sense of shame when you asked your next question— "...Do I get another reward, honey?" You giggled dumbly before you hitched up your dress, just enough for your husband to see the mess that was between your thighs. He was frozen for a beat or two before he smirked, he supposed the recruits wouldn't mind another show of witnessing who you belonged to.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Ace and Sabo arguing over who loves their gf more, but she loves them both equally and just absolutely adores them

Maybe smut if ur up for it

The one piece is real

Yesss I love this concept and ty sm for the request anon🙏🏻🙏🏻 I’m ngl Sabo might be ooc😭

༶⋆˙⊹｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ✩ ˛˚.

Equals

Summary: look at the request sillies🤭

Pairings: dom!Portgas D. Ace x switch!fem!reader x switch!Sabo

Warnings: language, arguing(brief), smut, making out, double penetration,anal, oral(m&f receiving), facial, fingering, unprotected P in V(wrap it b4 u tap it), Sabo has a mommy kink, hair pulling, double creampie, aftercare

A/N: for the sake of the story Sabo and reader are apart of the Whitebeard Pirates also for my sanity sabo and ace both ate the flame-flame fruit(no actual tak abt it tho) and tbh fuck a plot

You were below deck on the Moby Dick, walking up the stairs, you were ordered to mop the entire deck, so you had in each hand a pale of water and a mop.

Finding where it was least crowded on deck, you start on the port side. Eventually you heard arguing somewhere amongst the ship. At first you assumed some of the guys were getting into, listening closely you realized your guys were getting into it.

You dropped the mop, not really caring who tripped over it, and made your way over to the commotion.

As you made through the crowd of pirates, you see people making bets on who you assumed were the two hotheads. Suddenly, you can hear what was being said clearly.

“HA! She loves me more!” Sabo shouted in a manner of fact.

The raven haired boy let out boisterous laughter. “As if a mother could love a face like that!” Ace retorts.

“Says you!”

You were honestly shocked they hadn’t already started beat the shit out of each other, better yet that they could be this immature. All the noise was starting to annoy you, especially the sounds of your boyfriends thinking you loved one more.

“How bout this!” All heads turned in your direction, “I love Luffy more!”

Ace looked utterly appalled and Sabo looked like he had been hit by a brick. After fully processing the remark, both boys started clinging to you saying things like; “you don’t mean it, do you?” And “Stop goofing around!”

You truly couldn’t help laughing at the pair, you were still annoyed though about the fact they think one is more cherished than the other.

You started to head below deck to the three of you’s shared room. Both boys followed you, desperate for an answer.

“I love both of you equally and more than anything, so I’m going to prove it to you.” You stated bluntly. You didn’t bother to look back at either of them, simply walking to privacy.

A light blush covered Sabo’s cheeks at your words, Ace on the other hand started grinning like a child.

You finally reached your destination, opening the door you walk over to the bed and start to take your shirt off.

Sabo was caught off guard by how quickly this all seemed to be happening. He simply watched, unsure, for a second or two.

“Man, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her if you don’t hurry up.” Ace’s voice brings Sabo back to the reality of the situation.

Ace seemed to have had no problem with your pace because he already had no shirt off, which is no surprise considering he never wears a shirt. The raven haired man pulled off his hat and set it on the desk in the room.

Sabo, finally finding his footing, takes off his hat as well placing it next to the other male’s. You strutted over to your blonde haired lover and kissed him sensually with tongue, helping strip him of his clothes.

“I love you.” You told him, looking deep into Sabo’s eyes. “And you,” you then turn to put your attention on Ace.

You walk a few steps towards Ace, he readily responds by grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a rough, sloppy kiss.

You turn your head away from the kiss and urge Sabo forward, he took a few slow steps toward you. Sabo couldn’t be sure why, but he felt anxious, in a nervous and excited kind of way.

Once the blonde was a few centimeters from your face you dropped to your knees, catching both men by surprise.

Gently tugging on the blonde's belt, you look up at him through your eyelashes, "Be a good boy for me, okay?"

Sabo bit his lip and nodded his head ferociously, "mhm, yes, mommy."

"Good boy."

You began to unbuckle his belt and release his member than you suddenly stopped. When Sabo's gaze landed on you he realized you were coaxing Ace to join you and feel the warmth between your legs, he wasted no time to walk over and rip the shorts and panties off your body. After presenting you bare and in all your glory, Ace shoved his face in between your thighs and started slurping your juices like a starved man.

After you came down from the shock of Ace's roughness, you returned your focus to Sabo's throbbing cock, tip peaking out of his underwear desperate for attention. you yanked his pants down and started tugging at his shirt, signaling him to take it off, which he picked up on quickly.

Standing in front of you in his birthday suit, you decide to fondle your sweet sub's balls and take his length into your mouth. Sabo's head fell back and he shut his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by the pleasure your mouth brought him.

Ace was flicking your clit back and forth with his tongue causing you to moan around Sabo. You had lost your pace due to the pleasure you felt so Sabo grabbed you by the hair and started fucking your face. The male behind you started fucking you with two fingers while massaging your clit with his tongue, occasionally sucking on it. You were cumming a few minutes later.

Sabo followed shortly after, pulling out to paint your face. You stuck your tongue out to taste him, only managing to catch a tiny bit of his cum, the rest landing on your cheeks and forehead. The submissive male used his fingers to scoop the cum off your face, you sucked the semen off his fingers.

Suddenly you were lifted off the floor and dropped on the bed, Portgas D. Ace being the culprit. Sabo followed the both of you and moved you to straddle him. Ace once again got behind you and pulled a bottle containing a clear liquid from the night stand.

You shivered at the cold feeling of the lube being squeezed onto your asshole.

Ace whispered in your ear, "Gotta make sure you're ready for me, okay, Love?"

You nodded your head enthusiastically, wanting him to be inside of you already.

When you least expected it, you felt the familiar defiance of Ace's fingers pushing against that tight ring of muscle, you grimaced at the feeling. Sabo placed his hands on either side of your face, making you look at him.

"I'm right here with you." Sabo then pressed his lips into yours.

Ace's middle and ring finger moved at a steady pace, eventually turning the uncomfortable sensation into pleasure. You pulled away from the blonde in front of you and dropped your mouth open into a silent moan.

"You okay? You wanna keep goin'?" Ace checked in.

"Yes," you moaned, feeling his fingers still working.

A few seconds later, he removed his fingers leaving you feeling empty, only to replace the emptiness with his cock.

"Oh-!"

Sabo once again pulled you in for a slobbery kiss, distracting you from any discomfort.

Ace dropped his head back and started picking up the pace, his hands holding your hips. The sound of skin clapping could likely be heard above deck. You gathered your strength and braced yourself, placing your left hand on Sabo's shoulder and using your right to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance.

"Holy fu-uck," Sabo groaned when he slid inside of your tight cunt.

You rocked your hips backwards against both boys'. Ace grabbed you by the hair, his right hand making a ponytail. The male behind you used this new found leverage to fuck you even harder than before.

Sabo fucked upward with shallow thrusts. You dropped your head onto the blondes shoulder and pulled his face toward you, kissing his scar.

“I love you both so much,” you told them.

“We know, Sweetheart, we love you too,” Ace responded.

You reached behind you pulling his jet black locks, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss was awkward due to how hard he pounding into you from behind.

“I-I’m gonna cu-um,” you cried out, the lower half of your body had gone numb awhile ago.

“I’m close too, cum with me okay, mama?” Sabo was babbling and you struggled to make sense of his words for a minute.

Sabo’s thrusts contrasted Ace’s, Sabo gently rocked his hips up whereas Ace was slamming into you. You and Sabo came together, you were shaking and exhausted. Sabo pulled out and you held onto his shoulders for support as Ace continued jackhammering into you.

“Shi-shit, your ass is so tight, I’m gonna cum.” Ace’s pace sped up and became unsteady.

The dominant of the two pulled you up so that your back was pressed against his chest. Ace’s right hand roughly groped your tit and pinched your nipple. Your eyes were shut tight.

Ace didn’t last much longer, you felt the warmth of him filling you up. Ace pulled out leaving you completely empty, both holes clenching around nothing and dripping cum.

Sabo adjusted you so that you could lay with your head on his chest. Ace cleaned himself up, dressed, and left to fetch you a glass of water and a rag to clean you up. You were so physically worn out that you fell asleep before Ace could return. When said male returned and saw you asleep with his brother, Ace attempted to clean you up without waking you.

You spoke groggily with your eyes closed, “I love both you idiots, okay?”

Ace chuckled, “we love you too.”

He kissed your forehead and joined you in the bed. Both Ace and Sabo drifted to sleep while admiring your beauty.

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A/N: this took way longer than anticipated😭 sorry for the wait I hope you enjoy, anon.

[lulujeno]

ilyis — zhong chenle ᢉ𐭩

summary : no matter what, chenle and you were inseparable. right?

warnings : none? all i can think of is just some angst

wc : 1.4k

a/n : something from the drafts since i feel like i need to post something 🤷 if im not wrong its inspired by i love you, im sorry by gracie abrams but ngl i kinda forgot since its been toooooo long

You had always been there for Chenle. From the very beginning, you both have been inseparable, best friends who knew each other inside out. You guys spent countless hours together, texting late into the night, hanging out on weekends. Sharing the kind of bond that you guys would only describe as soulmates, platonic ones at least. Despite knowing everything about each other, you had a secret that you’ve kept from Chenle for years. You had a crush on him, maybe even loved him. Though you’ve never said the words out loud, there was no need to. It was enough just to be close to him, even if you knew deep down that he’d never see you the way you saw him.

And you were okay with that, that’s how it has always been. Or at least, what you told yourself being too scared to lose the friendship you guys had.

Your friendship has always been a constant in your life. Even when Chenle found new girls to date, you remained by his side, loyal and unwavering. Hiding the ever so growing feelings you had for him. Every time a relationship ended, he’d come back to you. Call you up, and right fall back into your easy rhythm. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you didn't want to risk anything. You knew you were always second in his life, but when he’s laughing with you or telling you how much he missed your time together, it was enough to keep you hanging on.

Until something changed.

It started out like it always does, Chenle had started dating a new girl from your university. Hana, a sweet girl loved by anyone and everyone. Nothing odd at first. Then Chenle started telling you how perfect she was, how he had found his soulmate.

Weird.

The only person he has ever called his soulmate was you and he was always sure to add the fact that it was platonic.

Then Chenle’s texts became less frequent, hang-outs becoming rare. Instead of the usual nights spent watching movies or laughing over nothing, he was suddenly always with Hana, always wrapped up in a new world that didn’t seem to have room for you.

This was starting to turn out a bit unusual compared to the other girls Chenle has dated. You tried to brush it off. Countless of times you’ve watched as Chenle falls head over heels for someone new, only to have it fall apart in the end. And each time, he’d come back, apologize for being distant, and everything would go back to normal. You told yourself that it would happen again. It always did.

It can’t be any different this time, right?

Suddenly weeks turned into months, and Chenle stopped texting as often. You found yourself always being the one to start the conversations, and it was met with short, vague responses or excuses about being too busy. The few times you did see each other, he always seemed distracted, his phone constantly buzzing with messages from Hana. Even suggesting hanging out was met with dead ends, it was always, “I’ll see if Hana’s okay with it,” or “Maybe next time. I’m with her today.”

Your heart ached, but you swallowed the pain, as you always did. You told yourself that you were just being silly, that he wasn’t abandoning you. He was just wrapped up in a new relationship, and eventually, he’d come back to you. He always did.

As much as you tried to ignore the signs of your sinking friendship, something just had to hit you with reality.

You had just finished a long day of classes and was about to head home when you saw Hana standing by the front gates, her eyes showing that she was looking for something, someone specific. You tried to walk past, but the moment she saw you she stepped in your path, her expression unreadable.

“Can we talk?” Hana asked, her voice having a slight uncertainty to it, like she had something bothering her.

“Uh, sure,” you said cautiously, unsure of what was coming.

Hana tucked a stray hair behind her ear, visibly nervous. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and Chenle are very close...”

You blinked, confused about where the conversation was going. “He is my best friend.”

“Yeah, but, I want to make sure that there is nothing going on between the both of you,” Hana said, taking a step closer. “He might not notice it but I can tell that you like him, and not only in a friendly way.”

Her words lingered a bit before you tried to reply. “We're just friends, I promise. I’ll back off if you want me to”

“I think I’d like that,” Hana said with more confidence in her voice compared to the start of the conversation. “He’s with me now, and it feels weird for my boyfriend to be so close with another girl.”

Your heart dropped, her words suddenly feeling like a wake up call. You saw this coming for a while now. As much as you tried to deny it, Hana wasn’t just an addition to Chenle’s life, she was a replacement for you.

“I’ll try to back off then” you muttered, everything sinking all at once.

“Thank you,” Hana said, the sincerity in her voice feeling like it’s mocking you. “I hope you know how much I appreciate it and I hope that you can also find someone for yourself one day”

Hana walked away, the conversation you guys had sinking deep. You stood there, frozen, trying to keep your emotions in check. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to show to anyone how the thing you feared the most was becoming reality. You are standing there, feeling more alone than ever, being forced to accept your fate.

After that day, you kept your word, keeping your distance from Chenle. You didn’t text Chenle as much, didn’t ask to hang out. You told herself it was for the best, that he didn’t need you in his life anymore, not when he had Hana. But every day that passed without hearing from him was like a knife twisting in your chest.

Chenle didn’t seem to notice the distance either. Or if he did, he didn’t care enough to reach out. You watched from afar as he and Hana seemed to grow closer, their relationship thriving while your friendship with Chenle slowly withered away.

Nights of you lying on your bed, staring at your phone, hoping, even praying, that he’d text you, just like he used to. But the messages never came. Chenle was gone, lost in his new relationship, and you had no place in his life anymore.

For months, you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d come back. False hope of him eventually realising how much you had always been there for him, how much you loved him and him loving you back.

Deep down, you knew the truth. Chenle found his real soulmate this time and he wasn’t coming back.

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and you watched as your best friend, the boy you had secretly loved for so long, slipped further and further away from you. Letting you know how your fate didn’t end with him.

Worst part was that you never told him how you felt. Never confessed the way your heart ached every time you saw him with someone else, all for the sake of keeping your friendship. Now shattering as you accept how easily you have been replaced.

You remained silent, watching him from afar and letting him live his life, even though it tore you apart. Because you knew that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough to make him stay.

And so, you let him go, knowing that he would never be yours, that he would never love you the way you loved him. And that was the hardest truth of all, the realization that some people come into your life, and no matter how much you want them to stay, they were never meant to.

“I love you,” the sentence lingering in your head. Alone in yout room, the words hanging in the empty air as you chose to keep it yourself.

Chenle would never hear them. Even if he did, all he’d have to say was I’m sorry and you knew that that's all it would take for you to come running back to him.

[hitomisuzuya]

Self aware! Aventurine x fem!reader. Yandere! Aventurine cause why not. Something for giggles at the end.

No smut guys. This is just me being silly, and self indulgent cause Aventurine evaded me. It stings, ngl so this is more to make myself feel better😂 Pay zero attention to this nonsense omg 😂

Aventurine could instantly feel the sadness caused by the crushing weight of life through your hands the moment you played his character demo. He knew what that was like, so to be nice and so you could shut your brain off for awhile, no damage was taken at all from enemies.

Oh, but what's this? You started playing this game just for him. There were 5 days left for him to "come home", but sweetheart, it was an unrealistic gamble. You were still very wet behind the ears. Trailblaze level 39 and barely even aware of your own abilities to play the game.

Aventurine could definitely feel how scared you were observing you struggle and ultimately triumph over certain tasks once you got a feel for it down. It took you a lot of nerve to even play. He would hear you think, "I hate messing up and not doing things right the first time."

Dedication squeezed at your heart. Made you lose sleep. Dedication all for him.

Please quiet your pounding heart, darling. You have a better grasp than you think. It was quite frankly amazing to see.

It was both amusing and endearing to see you soak up information like a sponge. Only to have you try and pull when you had a comfortable amount of currency.

As the days went by, and your time window got closer to slamming shut until the next opportunity, he supposed that it was a good thing Dr. Ratio was helping you out.

Supposed, anyways

You were starting to cheer for Ratio when he started to crit high. That was starting to irk him, but the rush of fulfillment he felt through you when you cleared something made it worth it.

After all, you were doing all this for him. Aventurine was only able to feel your emotions because he is was always on your mind every second you played. Even after logging off.

You are his, damn it. That was that. There really wasn't anyone else you needed. He craved to spoil you.

Of course, he had his own ways of keeping tabs on you. Dr. Ratio was starting to be more use to him that he thought.

Aventurine truly hated shutting you down, especially when he felt your heart sting and a few tears well into your eyes. You held your head high and soldiered right on, brushing them away from your eyes with your delicate hand before they even fell.

He wanted you flourish first. He wanted you to have 10000% confidence. He knew he could've just come home and did everything for you, but he wanted to fight by your side as well as fight for you. He wanted you set up the party with him in it and think with a smile, "I can do this. I know I am capable. And I have you, Aventurine. Nothing can go wrong."

It was a pleasure for him to watch you. Especially in the Simulated Universe, and the Critter Pick quest. How you smiled and giggled at the cat cakes. You cooed at them. Even lamented about not having something like them in another game.

When that time finally came, and it would, don't you worry your pretty little head. He already knew your dedication level was incredibly high, and there would be extra insurance provided by both you and him.

Aventurine realized that you were irrevocably, totally, and completely dizzy in love with him. The words in your head exactly. They made his heart skip beats.

When he realized he was in love with you, it was during the end of Critter Pick mission. It snuck up on him, and slapped him hard in the face. It was when you were facing down the Swarm for the final Curio.

You loathed The Juvenile Sting and Lesser Sting from the Swarm in particular. You'd retreated over and over, getting intimidated when they multiplied. Until one night, you'd narrowed your eyes in determination and said, "Okay, you fucking bugs. Let's go. I won't be bullied by you today. I will do this for the sake of the cat cakes."

You dug your heels in, and didn't run. You wanted to do many times. You were already terribly fragile with your confidence to begin with. He watched you so close, and the surge of pride he felt when he saw you refused to yield in the end was undescribable.

"That's my girl," He'd murmured when the final bug exploded. Ratio may have taken care of you, and he was glad for that. Aventurine knew he would've been better for you.

Until that day when he could come for you, darling, he was still going to be there. Hovering patiently unseen. Maybe your shields around your characters would last a little longer in tight spots. Maybe a mysterious extra skill point would appear that you thought you didn't have. Maybe, just for you, Ratio would have an extra follow up attack.

And okay maybe sometimes when you had to pause battle for whatever reason, Ratio would get downed mysteriously now and then. He really, really was starting to hate that you relied on him so much.

Aventurine sought out a certain master hacker to put traces on your phone. That would was the only way to keep you close off game. Perhaps he would find a way to just come to you. And poof, you would disappear from your world and go with him.

He felt much better knowing where you were, and what you were doing when he so desired. He lived for when he could hear you say his name outloud. It sounded so sweet to him to even hear you think it.

It was ideal, really.

And just who was Scaramouche anyways? He was immediately shut down with such a spine chilling shock when he tried to investigate.

[oinkinpigprince]

Charlie and/or Pim x ticklish!reader? Or ticklish Charlie/Pim x reader? (Or both? :))) )

I am severely ticklish, but I also get very very aggressive. Like legit violent

Tickling head canons for Charlie and Pim

Charlie dompler

Charlie does it to be a dick ngl, you two are sitting down and he just reaches over and wiggles his fingers on your side and you jump and gravel on the floor like a fish

He laughs every time, it’s his favorite thing. Watching you freak your shit after he just brushed your neck never fails to put a evil smile on his face

It is a rare thing though, which makes it worse. You forget and feel completely safe, just walking down the street with him and then he brushes your ribs and you are totaled

Ya know, Charlie just doesn’t strike ya as a person who would be ticklish ngl. Like his sides, feet, neck, nothing. Try as you might nothing. You’ve tried to get him back, trying anything to take revenge, nothing 😔😔

That was until one day you accidentally brushed his knee cap and he jumps. You two just stare at each other, bewildered and amused.

Oh my god, you made him regret ever even meeting you. At any given moment you’ll tickle his knees like a silly little critter, you abuse this fact. Sometimes when you go to reach he’ll jerk his knees away from you

It becomes an all out war at home, you two wrestling on the floor trying to get the other, it’s a lot of screaming and giggling. Your neighbors think you two are, interesting to say the least

When you two play competitive videogames like smash bros or racing games, he’s low key a sore looser. So he’ll tickle your neck to distract you

Pim pimling

He loves being cutely playful with you. Pim will tickle your sides just to hear you giggle, he thinks it’s precious.

Does it very lightly, like brushing his fingers on your side and watching you try and wiggle away from him, stifling laughter makes him feel giddy.

Pim does it frequently at home, maybe when you two are with friends and he’s bored. Sitting on the couch watching a movie and he’ll blow on your neck and giggle as you jump around

When you two are cuddling though he accidentally brushes his hands against your side which makes you just. He feels so bad but it’s also really funny

Pims very ticklish, like, embarrassingly so. He’ll flail his arms every time you even graze his sides and if you have him in your grasp, Pim will wheeze laugh and start crying

He’s screaming uncle, uncle but he’s tickled you one too many times. Revenge must be had. Pim has tiny arms so he can’t exactly get you back as easily, it’s fun for him to try!

Very wiggly, when you get him. He’ll fall to the floor like a fish, it’s really cute. You feel a little evil looking at his poor face as you mercilessly tickle him, but it’s quickly forgotten when you remember all the times he’s gotten you

Pim will also blow raspberries on your tummy, not rlly tickling it’s just rlly cute. You giggle and poke his head, it’s really cute couple moments that he enjoys with you.