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sea-lanterns · 1 year ago

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BAD DOG!

synopsis: you decide to muzzle your puppy girlfriend for the first time

featuring: jean, navia, beidou, miko

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dog hybrid characters, muzzles, biting, possessive characters, feral women, transfem navia and transfem miko, cunni.lingus (jean), sixty nine position (jean), pet names, degradation, knotted strap ons (beidou), mating press (beidou), knots, bre.eding kink (miko), predator and prey kink (miko) do.ggy style (miko), may be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: unknown (found on pinterest)

JEAN

“My darling please, please…I want to taste you so bad…please…” Jean whimpered and pawed at your fingers to unfasten the muzzle currently strapped to her jaw. She even growled a bit louder than usual as her floppy little tail wagged back and forth in anticipation of having your sweet pussy on her tongue. “I don’t even understand why I have to wear this…” Jean whines, her floppy ears lowering, “I don’t even have a biting problem. I’ve been more than gentle with you, my love…”

“It’s more so to satisfy a kink I have, rather than to actually punish you, Jean.” You chuckle quietly, gently stroking her sad puppy ears. “And you look so cute with the muzzle on!”

Jean whines and pushes her caged mouth closer to your face. “But I want to taste you…” she whispers into your ear, her lower body rubbing against your hips rather sensually. “I want to satisfy you. Shove my tongue inside that soft, velvety hole of yours and bury my face between your legs until— mmpf…”

Her pupils blow back in lust when you gently rub against the crotch area of her pants, watching as a little wet spot begins to form the harder you continue to rub. “You will, but right now I want to see my puppy whine for me.”

And Jean did just that, her tail flopping submissively as she leans forward to press her muzzled face against your cheek. Her tongue pathetically darts out to try and kiss you through the metal bars of her caged head, whimpering as she could barely even reach you for a kiss. “My love…”

Oh this was torture for poor little Jean. She had spent the day working hard with only thoughts of her pretty girlfriend to keep her occupied. She was so eager to sink her thirsty little mouth into your dripping wet cunt, yet here you were, teasing her for no reason with this embarrassing toy of yours that restricted her access to tasting you!

“At least let me kiss you…” Jean whispers softly, looking up at you with those big, pathetic puppy dog eyes that you grew oh so weak to. “I want to kiss my girlfriend, please…”

“Ohhh, Jean…” Fuck. You can’t help but instinctively reach over to unfasten the strap to her muzzle. “Fine. But only one ki— AH!”

What a trickster! Jean has instantly torn off the muzzle and crawled down to face your clothed cunt, before tearing off your underwear with one eager claw.

“Jean!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you another pair!”

Yet she didn’t look too apologetic as she immediately drooled at the sight of your bare pussy before face planting right into your folds, moaning when she felt her tongue hit contact against your clit. Eager that she was, Jean lapped at your swollen slit like it was a treat that had been dangling above her for hours, the feeling of her drooling, messy tongue just sloppily pushing against your lips making you feel like you were in heaven.

“Ah…! Eager puppy, aren’t you?” You looked up to see her curly tail just wagging so much in excitement, the feast between your legs proving to be quite an amazing treat for your dearest puppy girl; Jean.

“Heh, don’t worry, I’ll do the same to you. You deserve the same treatment, my love.”

NAVIA

“Hey, why do I have to wear this?!”

Navia looked so annoyed. An angry pout on her usually friendly face, as it was rare for your girlfriend to ever get mad at you. “I just thought it’d look funny on you,” you giggled softly, covering your mouth to hide your grin. “Plus, sometimes you bite. Not very gently, either.”

“I do not!” Navia huffed and tried to get you to take it off, nuzzling her caged mouth against your cheek. “Take it off right now! I want to kiss you!”

She growled softly and rutted her hips against your own, pinning you down with her body weight while making sure you could feel the small bulge growing underneath her skirt. She smirked when she saw you realize the stiffie, making sure to roll her hips a little more languidly in order for you to feel all of her arousal. “Come on baby…this isn’t fair to me…” Navia whispers, pouting down at you while her tail swishes rather intimidatingly. “Get the muzzle off…it’s too distracting as I can’t pleasure you properly. Please? Don’t you want me to fuck you full already…?”

She smiled ever so innocently, never mind the fact that she had plans to completely wreck you in revenge for putting her in a muzzle in the first place!

“Hmmmm…I don’t know if my puppy deserves to be off the muzzle tonight…” you teased, watching as your girlfriend’s face darkened and a small, irritated growl left her throat. “Perhaps she should prove to me she can control herself without restriction?” You playfully looped your finger through the loop of her collar, staring at the gold rose shaped emblem at the center and pulling her closer to face you. “My puppy has an uncontrollable biting problem after all. Bad girl.”

Navia growled louder and her tail swished even faster, pushing your wrists above your head and lowering her caged mouth to your ears.

“I’ll show you uncontrollable.”

Your body involuntarily shivered at the hot breath let out from your girlfriend’s teeth. You knew Navia would never hurt you, she was always so sweet and gentle when it came to your sex life, yet it seems this time you pushed her buttons a little too far. “I’m going to take off your pants, okay? If I rip them, sorry in advance.”

Your cheeks burned red when she suddenly grabbed onto your bottoms and slid them off aggressively. It was clear that Navia was excited, the massive grin on her face proving so as she made quick work of discarding both of your undergarments. In an instant, you felt Navia’s hot, heavy cock land right on top of your aching clit. Her knot swelling at the base, ready to pump itself eagerly into you if you allowed her to.

“Hah…muzzle or not, I think I’ve been too lenient on you. You think you can push me around, bratty girl? Hm?” Navia grinned and slowly grinded her member against your folds, chuckling at the way they seemed to glisten whenever she dragged herself a bit slower than usual. “Well, maybe it’s about time I stop pleasing my sweet owner…”

BEIDOU

Beidou didn’t care if you muzzled her or not. She just wanted to fuck your brains out and have you a sobbing, moaning puddle under her while she railed you on her strap. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, your big, overgrown puppy woman held you down into a mating press and rammed the hefty strap on as far as she could go, growling whenever you whined and tugged on her leash, as she knew she was doing a great job.

“Like that huh? You like it when I stuff you full on this big, meaty dick?” Beidou laughed to herself at the vulgar language she just used, smothering her muzzled mouth against your neck and letting strings of saliva drip down from the caged bars. “You’re so hot…hah…so hot and tight.”

Her big, bushy tail swished from left to right as she buried her sheath deeper into your succulent, wet walls. She wanted so desperately to sink her awaiting canines into your throat and mark you jaw to collarbone in her marks, yet because of that stupid muzzle, she had to settle for drooling all over your neck through the bars of her cage.

“I would’ve covered you in teeth marks by now…” Beidou growls, glaring down at you with wild, frenzied eyes, “But, maybe it’s for the best. Wouldn’t want to accidentally make you scream.”

She thrusted her hips a bit sharper, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from your throat.

“…Well, from pain.”

Beidou chuckled and closed her eyes, lazily fucking you with greed as she wanted nothing more than to see the fake knot at the base of her strap, plug you all the way in when you eventually came. She shamelessly swiped her tongue across the metal bars of her muzzle, groaning at the metallic taste before nuzzling against your cheek. “So, princess, do you think you could take the muzzle off now?” She grinned, her tongue darting out to try and lick you through the gaps of her confines, “I’ve been such a good dog for you already…”

“You’ll…bite me all over…” you whispered breathlessly, whining when she gripped your hips tighter within her claws and thrusted her strap even rougher.

“I’d bite you eventually when this muzzle comes off…” Beidou groans, pushing the muzzle harder against your cheek as she rutted her strap at a much more feverish pace. “Though, the longer you keep this up, the more desperate I’ll be, baby…”

She gently pushed herself deeper into you, her tail beating faster against the bed when she saw the tiny tummy bulge pushing against your skin from how deep she was inside of you. “Archons, you’re so pretty…” she whispered out huskily, roaming her giant hands all around the skin of your stomach and pushing lightly on the bulge. “But, you’d definitely be even prettier once I get my canines all over you.”

It was there that Beidou finally used those giant claws of hers to disobey you, ripping the muzzle off with brute force and grinning down at you with wolfish features. The yelp you let out was adorable as Beidou suddenly pushed your legs up higher, pretty much folding you more in the mating press and moving her teeth dangerously close to your inner thighs.

“It’s been looking a little too barren down here. Perhaps I should change that…”

MIKO

Out of all the women to have been strapped with a muzzle, Miko was definitely the most furious. She had you bent over in front of her on the bed, doggy style as she pumped her angry red cock inside of you at a pace similar to that of when she was in a rut. The poor woman felt as if her ego had been shattered to pieces the moment you tricked her and got her to wear a muzzle. Now you are suffering the consequences of your actions, as Miko was not stopping her relentless pace and would growl in your ear whenever you tried to complain.

“M-Miko! Ah! S-Slow…down…”

Your body moved pathetically with each harsh thrust, as Miko seemed to be trying to vent out her anger on you for making her wear such an embarrassing thing. “Cheeky brat…you really think this pathetic thing could stop me from biting you?”

A low, husky growl emitted from her throat as she pushed her swollen member deeper into your cunt. “I could rip this muzzle off like paper. But…I’ll indulge in my little one’s silly little kinks for now.” She grinned maliciously and pushed you farther into the bed, rutting her hot and heavy cock deeper within you, as she was intent in possibly breeding you fully.

“So tight…you like it when I go rough, hm? All muzzled and rabid like an animal?” She looked ticked off at her own words, her fox ears twitching in frenzy as she wanted to make you pay for teasing her.

“N-No…that’s not what I meant— h-haah…” Miko grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her, her sweet little pupils turning into slits as she took in how utterly delectable you looked underneath her. It was actually triggering her predator instincts to hold you down and claim you as her “prey.”

“Liar. You’re such a cute little liar.” Miko grinned wolfishly through the bars of her muzzle and stuffed her knot deeper against your cunt. The base of it started to swell as she was getting ready to breed you full on her kitsune seed. “Look at you…barely able to talk even though I’m the one wearing this contraption,” she tsked and trailed one of her clawed fingers down your stomach, gently circling the growing bulge on your tummy that moved with each thrust of her dick. “Even when muzzled, you still act like a cute little bunny.”

She licked her lips and felt the base of her knot begin to swell, her head throwing back in ecstasy as she prepared to fill you fully until her cum was leaking out of you. “Ah…you tightened a bit when I said that. You must really like being degraded, huh?”

Miko growled and pushed her knot a bit deeper, forcing you to take a girthier bulb as she drooled a bit through the metal bars of her muzzle.

“I can’t wait to devour this little bunny once I tear this muzzle off. Archons…that cute little pussy is mine.”

#jean smut #jean x reader #jean gunnhildr smut #jean gunnhildr x reader #navia smut #navia x reader #beidou smut #beidou x reader #yae miko smut #yae miko x reader #miko smut #miko x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin women smut #genshin women x reader

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dollwrites · 9 months ago

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ᴘᴏsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɴs ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇʀ ᴋᴇɴᴛ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!heiress!reader, camming / sex work, objectification, rough sex, anal sex, hair pulling / spanking, reader is a superfan so there’s a power imbalance, playful banter and name calling. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act four [ camboy ]

you felt like the luckiest girl in the world right now, and you weren’t quite sure why. the reasonable side of you kept reminding that you had not been the only girl in this hotel room tonight, and you wouldn’t be the last. but the superfan in you fought against that, awestruck by the fact that Conner Kent was giving you the ride of your life.

Conner had so many fans, after all; many men and women across the globe that were just like you— visiting his live every weekend. Fridays and Saturdays quickly became your favorite days in the week, when you could willingly drain your bank account just to watch this beautiful man you’d become infatuated with get off in every way imaginable. if your parents ever found out just how you spent your allowance, and how many of your credit cards you’d already maxed out just to watch your fantasy become reality, you could almost swear they would cut you off. to be completely honest with yourself, your fathers multi-million dollar company had only a few more years left of profit if your addiction to Conner’s live chat room didn’t die out. you couldn’t help it— you were hyperfixated, and last month, your favorite camboy had a very special announcement: a way to thank all of his loyal fans— by meeting up with several whilst he traveled the country and fucking them senseless live in his hotel rooms. needless to say, you’d been over the moon when your city was one of the first stops on his tour; you’d dreamed of fucking this man for months now, and now you’d have your chance.

and he hadn’t disappointed.

your body rocked forward, smearing your face into the pillow with every backshot that you took. it was already difficult to breathe, as you wore a mask that covered your mouth and nose to keep your anonymity, but when one of his palms pushed against the back of your head and held you flush against the pillow, too, you felt as if you were overheating. both hands clawed at the sheets that were damp with a mixture of your and Conner’s sweat to combat the maddening pressure of his thick cock driving into you over and over again. his size had been manageable when he fucked your pussy, but since the second he’d begun to ravage your virgin asshole, you’d become acutely aware of just how big he was. the stretch was unreal, and when he’d switched holes, he left your cunt feeling hollow and uncomfortably empty.

“Damn, sweetheart, you were born to be a little whore, weren’t you?” Conner taunted, his hand then sweeping down your head and over your shoulders, following the arch in your back. “Made for this, designed to give up your tight holes, and let me bust them wide open.”

there was a loud chime that played whenever a viewer donated. the longer the chime, the more money the donation was, and at this point, you were certain the noise had become a never-ending song. one donation bled into another, and then another, and that chime became the soundtrack to your decimation. “Heh,” Conner was grinning, though his teeth were bared, and he chuckled hoarsely. his thick, heavy palm swats at your ass, and he watches as the flesh recoils and jiggles. “Tight, little daddy’s girl wants to be my favorite fuck-meat?”

with your face buried in the sheets, you could smell his scent clinging to them, and you just hardly resisted the urge to push the mask down and lap at the wet linens like a needy dog. you yip and nod at his question, which only spurred more and more donations from the virtual audience. Conner swooned, spanking your ass again, and again, and once more until it stung. then, he dug his fingers into your skin, the discomfort flaring further as he groped handfuls of your soft, warm ass. “I think the audience wants to hear you, princess.” he teases, squishing your ass against his rough palm, doing little to massage the sting away. “Tell ‘em.”

you raise your head, albeit weakly, and stare directly into the lens. you can see yourself in the viewfinder, and ( if you were coherent enough to care ) you almost couldn’t believe the mess he’d made you. hair mussed up, on all fours, with glassy eyes and slick skin. Conner had put you through the wringer, and he, somehow, still wasn’t done. you almost couldn’t force the words out amongst the cries and grunts as he ravaged your ass. “I—I—- want to be your favorite fu—-ckmeat- shit!!”

Conner hits an incredibly tender cord when one hand slips underneath your belly, and two thick digits plug your drooling hole. your eyes roll back at the intensity of having both holes filled, and you grip the sheets tighter, sputtering against the cloth mask as your head drops forward.

“Nuh uh uh, princess,” Conner croons, and his free hand slides from your ass up to the nape of your neck and over the shape of your lolling head, making a fist at the crown to grip your roots and force your head back up. his hips snap more fiercely, now, filling your canal to the hilt, his balls slapping against his own hand as he pumps his fingers into your cunt in tandem. heavens above, how the hell was he so good at overloading you?! “You hear all that?” he asks, gruffly. he was beginning to snort and howl like an animal, too, but he smeared his sweaty cheek to yours when he hunches over, pressing his rock-solid torso to your back. “All that fucking money you’re making me? You should know better than anyone, baby girl, what the audience wants to see me do to a spoiled brat like you. What do they want?” he hisses it against your cheek, using his tongue to swirl the taste of your sweat around before pulling it into his mouth.

“They— want to see you fuck me stupid…!!” you cry out.

“That’s right,” Conner was scoffing and his voice was strained and husky as he plowed into you, now, gripping your hair tight enough to keep your brows knit tightly in discomfort. “So let’s not hide those pretty, pretty eyes. They want to see them glaze over. The more they get to see you break, the more they’re going to pay.”

it was the obvious answer. if you were in the audience, you would want to see it, too. how braindead Conner’s cock could drive the poor recipient of his earth-shattering, skillful fucking. however, being on the other end of it was somehow even better. being able to cum and cum and cum some more without this adonis even losing steam or vigor, making it clear that you wouldn’t have a single moment of peace until he was finished ( and yet? no end was in sight ), and feeling every thought— every worry and every feeling not directly connected to Conner Kent’s cock as he pounded you just fracture and fall away with every thrust into you. it was an addicting, degrading, delicious experience. one that you knew you’d never forget.

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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its may 1st for me so. wlw bluelock 🤤🤤

heh. guess who’s the wlw anon!!! definitely not me i say as my pants burst into flames

any characters, but i’d enjoy aiku, shidou, reo, chigiri and hiori the most!!!! ill feel greedy if i req karasu otoya and yukimiya too 😞 GOD I LOVE TOO MANY CHARACTERS BRO do what you want though :) ANYWYAYY

how bllk girls would react to some creepy guy going like “you’re a lesbian? i can change you.” or something to their gf!!! i need them to be protective of their gf in some way!! and maybe them comforting her afterwards :) im a firm butch aiku believer so do with that what you will!!!!! have a nice day thank you and take your time of course!!!!

i need to shut up but butch chigiri good lird

“𝐞𝐰, 𝐦𝐞𝐧.”

a/n: HELP NOT THE “not me i say as my pants burst into flames” THAT TOOK ME OUT 💀💀💀

also this is my first time writing for fem lock so i tried my best here, but i changed their pronouns to she/her and go by their last names

have a nice day too love!

ft. aiku oliver, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

aiku oliver (tall, tatted, gym tank, looks like she plays basketball and heartbreak)

when that guy hits on you, you don’t even have to react. aiku steps in front of you like a human wall. folds her arms. looks him up and down.

“nah. she’s got taste. and clearly, it’s not you.”

the guy tries to act tough, until aiku tilts her head and goes, “you ever been benched? want me to show you how it feels?”

he backs off fast. afterwards, she turns to you with soft eyes and rests her forehead on yours.

“people like that don’t deserve a second of your energy. let me carry it for you, baby.”

she’ll get you a drink, tuck you under her arm like you’re made of glass, and glare at anyone who even thinks of looking your way again.

shidou ryusei (dyed mullet, nose ring, menace to society)

she grins. oh, it’s over for that guy.

“you can change her? that’s adorable. i can change your jaw alignment.”

immediately steps between you two like a rabid dog guarding its favorite bone

wraps an arm around your shoulder and stares him down like she’s manifesting violence.

“say that again. i dare you.”

afterwards, she’s surprisingly gentle with you. presses her forehead to yours and mumbles, “sorry you had to deal with that. but hey… thanks for being into scary girls like me.”

she kisses your knuckles like she’s making a blood pact.

mikage reo (your sugar mama with a y2k wardrobe and a black card, she’s giving barbie with a vengeance)

the second the guy opens his mouth and hits you with that gross, smug tone, reo steps in like: “you wish you had the income to change me, sweetheart.”

but she’s smiling like she’s networking at a brunch. meanwhile, her hand is firmly around your waist. he tries again, and she goes, “what’s it like waking up every day and choosing delusion?”

afterwards, she cups your face and checks you over like you just got hit by a truck. kisses your forehead, buys you something dumb and shiny, and whispers, “no man on earth could make me leave you. not even timothée chalamet. and he’s the only exception i would’ve considered.”

chigiri hyoma (androgynous model vibes, combat boots and a blade-sharp glare)

as soon as that guy says it, she literally steps in front of you and goes, “you can try. just know i run faster, hit harder, and she chose me.”

deadpan, but her tone slices through the air like a whip. she’s not loud about it, just scary-level confident. when he sputters some reply, she doesn’t even look at him. she just walks you away.

later, she sits you down, pulls you into her lap, and runs her fingers through your hair. “you okay?”

you nod, and she kisses your temple.

“i’m never letting anyone talk to you like that again. not while i’m around.”

(you’re pretty sure she meant it as a threat to the universe.)

hiori yo (soft girl but will shatter you)

she hears that guy’s comment and her entire face changes. she grabs your hand and very calmly says, “we’re leaving.”

and you think that’s it, until she turns back around and roasts him so clinically it’s surgical.

“do you always open with jokes, or was that your genuine personality?”

she’ll be shaking a little when you’re out of the situation, because confrontation isn’t her thing, but she’s more worried about you. she’ll hold your hand all the way home, rub soothing circles into your palm, and whisper, “you don’t have to laugh it off next time. i’ll always be there. okay?”

karasu tabito (smirking, sarcastic, black eyeliner and silver rings)

“‘i can change you’?” karasu laughs. like mocking laughter.

“bro, she’s dating me. you think you’ve got better rizz?”

walks circles around the guy like he’s a sad art piece in a museum. “you’re gonna need a time machine, a personality transplant, and probably a lobotomy. then we’ll maybe talk.”

he leaves. she turns to you, raises a brow. “you good, baby?”

wraps her hoodie around you even if you’re not cold and tells you to let her know if you ever want someone publicly embarrassed again.

otoya eita (pink streaks, tongue piercing, looks like your favorite e-girl streamer)

he says the line and otoya just blinks.

“you can change her? okay, lemme guess. with what?”

then she goes full chaotic energy: “you got a spell book? a magic wand? you gonna build her a new sexuality in your mom’s basement?”

wraps both arms around you like a clingy koala and presses kisses to your cheek just to spite the guy.

“she’s taken. so taken. like, multiple-orgasms-on-a-weekday-taken.”

once he leaves, she lets you bury your face in her chest. strokes your back and whispers, “no one gets to make you feel gross. ever. you hear me?”

yukimiya kenyu (aesthetic queen, probably went viral for skincare routines and a deep, sultry voice)

smiles like she’s about to ask for his zodiac sign, then completely annihilates him.

“you think you can change me? baby, i don’t even take product recommendations from men.”

he stammers. she tilts her head, still smiling.

“now apologize to my girlfriend. she deserves better than to be spoken to by walking insecurity.”

once you’re alone, she dabs a tissue to your lip gloss, brushes hair from your face, and says, “you’re so beautiful. people like him don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

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lxvvie · 3 months ago

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It’s Biscuit’s world, mate. Simon’s just living in it.

Biscuit is her dad’s shadow. Follows him around whenever she can. Simon’s on the toilet? Biscuit is lying in his boxers. Simon’s at the sink shaving and doing everything else in preparation for the day, Biscuit’s at his feet watching. Simon turns to her, asks, “Well, pup?” Her tail wags in approval. He thinks. Her tail is always wagging.

She loves to sleep on his head, on his face, or anywhere in the vicinity of her papa. Simon puts her on the bed, makes himself comfortable for the night, and now his routine is no longer complete without Biscuit plopping down on his pillow and making herself comfortable. Guess she likes his snoring because every time he wakes up, there she is, a tiny furry ball right next to his face. Or resting her head on his face. Yeah, something like that.

Why have an alarm clock when you can have Biscuit? The pup makes sure to wake Simon up for her morning walk. Or for cuddles and scritches. But really for her morning walk. After cuddles and scritches. Sure thing, pup.

It’s an off day? Simon’s chilling in his flat. He’ll knit, let the telly be background noise, or whatever the fuck. He just needs to rest. He sets Biscuit on the couch, goes to grab his cuppa, and he hears whining. And barking. Oh, bloody hell, not again—“Daddy’s coming, Biscuit.” Nope, not fast enough, dad. Biscuit is telling Simon off because he’s supposed to be here. On the couch. With her.

And when he does sit down? What does she do? Jump in his lap. She also likes to lay inside the shirt he’s wearing. Yep, there’s his little furbaby wrapped up in a ball on his stomach. He can’t move for shit, though.

He’ll deny it, but Simon spoils her. Unfortunately (not really) for her papa, Biscuit has become a bit of a celebrity with his neighbors. Which means that she’s spoiled even further. The one elderly lady two doors down? Margaret (she’s a bloody sweetheart)? She always has a treat or two for Biscuit. And for Simon. Good scones, that. The family that lives across the hall? The kids live for Biscuit. The couple’s young daughter has made it her mission to adopt his girl into their family. Heh. Kid’s got guts and Simon thinks it’s cute.

There’s also the Scottish terrier a couple doors down that’s made a friend out of Biscuit. Name’s Barney… or is it Fergus? Fuck, he forgot. Anyway, that’s Biscuit’s little boyfriend. The two have play dates all the bloody time. Has dog sat a couple times for his owner, too. M’hm. Simon’s gonna need to have The Talk with his pup.

And let’s not forget how much the rest of 141 adores her. Soap carries her like a baby in his arms which she loves. Thanks to Kyle, she has an endless supply of toys and gourmet dog treats (where the hell did he get those?) and the less said about how she has Price wrapped around her tiny paws the better. Matching hats, Cap’n? Bloody hell, how can he parent in peace when everyone spoils Biscuit? Him included?

Yeah, Biscuit’s trained her human(s) well.

#cutie 𝓠.#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley #pawforce 141 #task force 141 #call of duty modern pupfare.#call of duty modern biscuitfare.

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skeletonh0e · 3 months ago

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ohohoho… no writing blog can go without that one classic hc…

ahem–

the boys being…

JEALOUS!

please? :3

(idk if u already did it, pls say u don’t so i don’t get embarrassed by asking again lmfao)

Coming right up my dude, gender neutral reader per usual

Tw for some possessive and yandere-ish type behavior with Nightmare, Killer and to a lesser extent Dust & Axe

The boys are Jealous

Classic Sans:

Imma be real, this rarely happens

He wouldn't be dating you if he didn't trust you, and generally, he's such a chill guy that it's hard for anything to really rattle him (pun very much intended)

He's protective, yeah, but that's pretty subtle, and it's more fear of you getting hurt than you leaving or hooking up with someone else

Not to say it doesn't ever happen

Surprisingly, one way to get him jealous is to laugh at others' jokes. Like really laugh, especially if you laugh harder at them than you normally do at his puns

Hm, he suddenly does not care for you getting all buddy buddy with that person

He'll calmly place himself in the conversation, he doesn't seem to act any different but the vibes are off

Classic: "Hi yes, I'm Y/N's partner. Romantic partner. We're together. Hey, wanna tell 'em about that prank I pulled yesterday?" All said while putting an arm around your shoulder

He is trying so hard to be normal about it but it's clear something is bothering him, it's kind of cute

And yeah the person in question is getting his with the typical passive aggressiveness you'd expect from Sans lmao

By the time you two leave you'll cheekily ask if he's jealous and he'll deny it

Y/N: "That's a shame, he was really funny-"

Classic: "Watch it."

You two will go and have a few laughs over the situation, he also is gonna get you busting a gut laughing in one way or another

Underswap Sans:

The Magnificent Sans is never jealous!

According to him

See Blue has two sides to him, one that's extremely prideful and one that's extremely insecure

He's constantly flip flopping in-between "You'll never find someone as cool as me so you won't bother!" And big ole puppy dog eyes of "Why aren't you paying attention to meeeee" 🥺🥺🥺

The latter largely just comes out as him just being kinda whiney and bothering you, largely behind closed doors as he just kinda glomps onto you and pouts

The former? Well

Someone attempts to hit on you then he just swoops in, picks you up (regardless of how tall you are) then announces

"WHY HELLO YOU SEEM TO BE CONFUSED! THIS LOVELY HUMAN IS WITH ME! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! MWEH HEH HEH!"

It causes a scene and is just as embarrassing as it looks

"I DON'T BLAME YOU FOR TRYING, LOOK AT HOW COOL MY PARTNER IS! LOOOOOOK!"

And he doesn't even put you down he just walks off with you

Deems it as "coming to your rescue" lmao

Don't give him too hard a time about it though, he means well

And you think he's just as magnificent as he says right? 👉👈

Underfell Sans:

This boy actually is EXTREMELY jealous

And if there's one benefit to having him as a boyfriend it's that his constant snarling and general vibes are good at keeping others away

Which is good, because you're HIS

There's a reason why even in most public places he'll happily let you sit on his lap or keep an arm tight around you, not only because he's a sucker for affection deep down but also so it makes others steer clear

Bro doesn't like when people simply look at you like they're getting ideas, so trust me when I say anyone that actively tries is verbally getting their head bit off

Might actually kick their ass too just for the hell of it, but usually is doesn't escalate that far

.....usually

Listen he's never been above kicking someone's ass just to prove a point alright?

And yes he has no problem reminding you just who you belong to either

He loves to cover you in hickeys and the marks definitely push the point in, even if you try to hide him. And him getting jealous is just an excuse to add more

Tells you just how good you're being while he proceeds to absolutely ruin you ❤️

Underlust Sans:

Man is a sex worker lmao, so you two aren't strictly 100% monogamous to begin with and it'd be pretty hypocritical for him to be jealous 9/10

If you have to deal with others gawking at him while on stage and behind closed doors, he can tolerate you getting some attention

And he doesn't blame others one bit, you are utterly delicious, he would know

Not to say it doesn't ever happen though, but his jealousy is usually pretty tame and subtle

Normally it's just being bigger on PDA than usual and calmly inserting himself into the situation

Especially makes the habit of deciding to show others just how well he can fluster you up, think whole

"That's a good chat up line, I'll give you that, but try something like this~" before he starts cooing in your ear and turning into a bright red tomato

If you left him might even go as far as to have a gross little public make out session with some heavy petting to push the point in

Others can look sure, they might even be a bit successful in wooing you, but he'll make it clear to everyone that he's the best you'll ever have in that regard

Also does seem like the type to just interrupt mid conversation to leave a painfully obvious lipstick mark on your cheek

And he will indeed be cheeky about (da dum tss)

Horrortale Sans:

Axe is a bit of a wild card I'll be real with you

He's very protective....but is he naturally jealous?

Yesn't

He knows he's an intimidating ass guy with a terrifying reputation, which while he's not yelling about your relationship from the rooftops it's pretty clear you two are a thing. So the number of people who'd be dumb enough to try and snag you? Pretty low

So he's surprisingly chill when you spend time with others, to an extent at least. Does this mean he likes it on the rare occasion when others just hit on you especially when he's like...right there? Hell no

The person in question is instantly grabbed by their shirt and hoisted up into the air, getting a very gruff "you must be confused 'bout something here" as he proceeds to scare the living shit out of the dumbass

You might be able to talk him out of outright killing the guy but even if he doesn't kill him, Axe will break their fucking legs to say the least

Jealousy is not a pretty sight when it comes to him and he's kinda clingy the rest of the day

Growls at anyone else that gets close, you know how to calm him down at this point and assure him that you're always going to be his

However, similar to Red, he's not afraid to give some love bites as a reminder

Fresh Sans:

Oh boy, he's about to be ANNOYING

Emotions are a bit of a mine field for him and I don't he even recognizes it as jealousy. Nor is he easily jealous by any means, but that doesn't mean he likes it when others steal your attention

Randomly just poofs in mid conversation, blows an airhorn and inserts himself like "Wazzzup homies!?"

Woe to the other person in question, who knows if their poor wittle ear drums will ever recover

You know how some cats get extremely loud and clingy when their owners pet other cats? Same energy here

I would say he wouldn't go as far as to sit on you while you're doing something important or knocking things over but uh

Don't put it past him!

And don't try to ignore him it will only make him worse, just give him some proper attention and he'll be happy

Tbh depending on the situation might do what Blue does and just pick you up before breezing away on his skate board

His now/j

But honestly he's rarely if ever an angry jealous type just annoying, but he's not opposed to BONKING someone if need be

Killer Sans:

So anyway he started stabbing-

Okay maybe not that extreme right off the bat, but rest assured bro has NO PROBLEM killing someone who's flirting with or hitting on you

Even if they weren't being serious

He's a bit unhinged and a little shit, so unlike with Axe I would not place any bets on you being able to talk him out of it. If anything that might encourage him cuz why do you want them alive so much???

Honestly Killer has the energy of a person who insists that he's not jealous but actually really is despite how much he tries to play it off otherwise

Y/N: "You are the most jealous man I know!"

Killer: "You know other men?!"

Honestly the mentality also applies when you're around others even if they aren't flirting with you. Probably won't stab them but he's there, around, watching, making sure no one gets too close :)

Whatever you do not intentionally egg on this side of him

Man is fully willing to crave his name into your skin if it means you know who you belong to

Dust Sans:

Hoo boy

Also in the camp of "will murder anyone that actively tries to take you away" but can be talked down with the right words

But honestly him getting jealous is more sad than anything else, because he knows damn well he's a mess and he is already partly convinced you will just leave the moment you find someone else

Even after the person in question leaves, he is clinging onto with a vice grip one that almost hurts as he's repeatedly asking

"You are mine right? No, you are. You are! You will be! I'll do anything! Just....don't look at anyone else like that, please don't- I can't- MINE!-"

He is not mentally stable and his hallucinations in his case do NOT help in situations like this

He can get violent with you while like this, he'll always regret it after and you know how to avoid it from escalating like that but the risk is always there

He'll need some hugs and a lot of reassurance, you've probably all but mastered dealing with these type of episodes by now

Attached to you like glue for a bit, death glaring at anyone that comes too close and is silently just defensive for awhile

Things will go back to normal eventually, but lets hope no one pulls the stunt of hitting on you while your boyfriend is RIGHT there for awhile

Nightmare Sans:

Doesn't get jealous unless you give him a reason to

Nightmare is not the healthiest partner to have, he's already extremely possessive and controlling. He keeps a close eye on you, so encounters that trigger his jealous side don't happen often purely because he does not allow it

Sometimes you're lucky if you can leave the palace without a bodyguard, that's not mentioning how he forbids you from wearing anything too provocative strictly because your body is for his eyes only

And anyone that tries is getting killed, whether you're made aware of it or not

If you try to bring up any issue with it he'll pull some manipulative sight, ranging from straight up gas lighting to down play the severity of it or somehow convincing your that it was simply for the best

After all what if that person didn't have your best interest at heart?

He'll remind you just who you belong to in the end, he won't mark you necessarily, he's not a brute after all but you'll be begging for mercy by the end of it

The right words, the right touches, and soon you'll be happily saying just who you belong to then he'll be as happy as a peach

#💀 the boys (group post)#sans x reader #underfell sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #horrorfell sans x reader #fresh sans x reader #underlust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #dust sans x reader #nightmare x reader #asks #requests

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buck is like a dog in one of those feel-good dog movies that are specifically geared to make you cry. about a single dad whos a firefighter struggling to find his footing in a new town and then he finds a stray dog who connects with his son immediately (he sees buck outside in the rain and brings him inside to get him warm and dry for the night and plans on taking him to the shelter in the morning but of course christopher bonds with the dog and begs to keep him and eddie cant say no to two sets of big sad puppy dog eyes but eddie doesnt really want a dog! he has enough on his plate already! and he has to spend time with this dog while christopher is at school and at first he doesnt let him on the couch or the bed and he doesnt feed him human food and he doesnt really pet him much no matter how much buck begs and begs because this is christophers dog and eddie doesnt really want to do more than the bare minimum because he has so much to worry about already and buck keeps misbehaving and getting into the trash and he chews up the couch pillows and knocks into an end table and breaks a lamp) and eddie is honestly considering taking buck to the shelter anyway because its all so overwhelming and he doesnt feel like he can adequately take care of buck and give him what he needs he can barely get his own son what he needs so one day at work hes stressing about how to break his sons heart and tell him they cant keep the dog a tsunami hits where chris' babysitter took him and buck to the beach for the day and buck, the heroic dog that he is, manages to save both of them and pull many others out of the water too, and eddie finds them safe and sound at the VA hospital, christopher has barely a scratch on him (bucks leg is bleeding buck a nice volunteer bandaged it up for him, which they had to do right next to chris because when they tried to take him away to patch him up he started snarling and snapping) and chris says "dad! buck saved me! hes like a hero!" and eddie crouches down and runs his hands through bucks fur and says "heh.. guess you arent so bad after all..." and buck wags his tail and tackles eddie to the ground and kisses him all over his face (and then theres a sequence at the end of the movie about everyone living happily ever after (and they find out buck used to be like. a search and rescue dog. or whatever) and eddie and christopher sit down on the couch to watch a movie and buck sits on the floor and begs to be let up and christopher begs for buck to be let up so eddie rolls his eyes fondly and pats the couch right in the middle of them and buck jumps up and lays his head on eddies lap and wags his tail and eddie pets him and everyone is happy)

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lay-z · 7 months ago

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💍 Day 12 – Family heirloom

A continuation to ✨️ Day 4 ‒ Mama's boy, which means it’s set in the same universe!

Synopsis: Instead of celebrating Christmas with his family this year, John Price wants to spend it with you – alone.

Pairing: John Price x fem!Reader Warnings/Info: No smut. | military!Reader; established relationship; domestic bliss; fluff/aftercare

Word count: 1.7k

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Again, this is for the lovely @staytrueblue 💙 I hope you'll enjoy this one as much as the last heh xoxo

You feel content and relaxed in a way that almost feels surreal, too peaceful. And your overworked brain makes you wonder if you should be more vigilant, perhaps, to keep your guard up. But that’s just your undiagnosed PTSD talking, so you take another sip of your tea and turn your back towards the window as you walk back over to the couch.

You’re at the home you share with your partner. It’s warm and cosy; the spacious living room adorned with a decorated Christmas tree, fairy lights and two matching stockings hanging from the chimney piece, one having your name and the other John stitched on it in ornate writing. There are still some small shreds of colourful wrapping paper scattered on the floor, something you tell yourself that you’ll pick up later.

John went full on sugar daddy for your first Christmas as a couple, despite showering you with random gifts and bouquets of your favourite flowers every other day, anyway. You scolded him as soon as you unwrapped the sleek box of the expensive designer bag you’d briefly admired one time you were shopping in London with him. However, John simply huffed out a husky chuckle when you swatted at his biceps and simply pushed the next present into your lap.

Now you’re curled up on the vintage armchair next to the couch, legs tucked under you as you wait for John, taking small sips of the hot cuppa clutched between your palms.

John had asked you to stay at home this year, just the two of you instead of visiting either of your families for Christmas, telling you that there will be time to see them in between the festive season. During those empty, strange days where no one really knows what to do with themselves; twiddling their thumbs until New Year’s, although those days don’t quite count for people like you and John.

You two could be called in any moment and shipped out on a particularly risky mission within hours, after all.

The thought makes your heart jump, and your stomach drops a little, twisting and churning as you grip your mug tighter. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the sweet herbal scented steam from your tea, hold it for ten seconds and exhale slowly, and repeating the technique a few times as you focus on the soft, soothing crackle of birch wood burning in the fireplace.

“There you are.” John’s deep, rumbling voice pulls you out of your spiral and you blink a few times as you lift your gaze to focus on him, nearly breathing a sigh of relief.

“Here I am.” You reply, flashing a closed-lipped smile and hoping he won’t notice your trepidation. Judging by the way he slowly saunters into the living room, meaty hands shoved deep into his pants pockets, he’s already picked up on it like a hound dog catching a prey’s scent.

Your head tilts further back to look at him, tall as he is, the closer he approaches until he stands right in front of you, head tilting as he regards you, rocking on his sock-clad feet before doing that adorable little hip thrust he always does. One more thing adding to the list about John Price that gives you cuteness aggression.

“Captain.” You nod, speaking his rank dryly, though the infatuated sparkle in your eyes gives way of your feelings; your heart beating steadily with it.

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.

John rumbles deep in his broad chest, like the bear he truly is, steel blue eyes narrowing playfully, “My darling.” He kneels down in front of the armchair, bad knee cracking as he grunts on the way down until you’re on eye level.

“What are you doing?” You laugh softly as you drink in his handsome face and you could swear you can practically watch the apples of his cheeks begin to blush, “We can just move over to the couch to cuddle, babe.”

“Yes– uh, actually,” he clears his throat audibly as he takes the mug of tea from your hands to put it on the side table next to the armchair, “There… There is one more... thing.” Then he looks down as he fumbles with his pants pocket, and you can swear you’ve never seen him act so clumsy in all the years you know him.

“W–What is–“ But John suddenly conjures a velvety black ring box, interrupting you at once while your jaw snaps shut so fast, your teeth clash. His hands are trembling lightly as he struggles to pry the delicate lid open, and it snaps shut again two more times before he growls under his breath and nearly breaks it open while a deep flush continues to creep up his neck before disappearing under his beard.

There, on a tiny satin pillow, rests a gorgeous sapphire ring. The soft glow of the Christmas tree’s fairy lights reflect in the oval stone, set in a delicate gold band. It looks polished and vintage, and quite expensive, too.

“A family heirloom,” he explains, his voice incredibly rough and low, and his throat bobs when he swallows hard, as if he’s slowly getting overwhelmed, “Belonged to my mother’s grandmother. Almost got lost during World War II.”

“No... John... That's too much–”

His thick brows furrow as your expression changes into something he can’t quite interpret, “What? What do you mean?”

“I can't just–” You make a vague gesture at the ring box, eyes going wide as you try to think of the right words to say, “I can't just wear that. That's like... a part of your family history and I'm–”

“And I want you to become part of that family, love.” John interrupts you once more; his voice firm, authoritative yet incredibly gentle as his eyes soften along with the deep crease between his eyebrows. “I want us to make our own history.”

You perk up in the armchair, shifting until you're sitting on your knees, more alert as you’re peering down at him, fingers digging into the plush armrests to ground yourself as your heart starts pumping rapidly, “What are you saying, John?” Your voice is breathless, wavering in a way it hasn’t since your teenage years.

There is a heavy pause as John simply looks at you, then; his steel blue eyes shining with pure devotion and love for you, the corners of his lips lifting into that knowing smile of his, whenever he gets the upper hand, though the way his hands keep trembling betrays his rare nervousness.

“I’m asking you to marry me.”

And then it’s out in the open. So simple, you almost laugh. Not a question per se, but a well thought out plan that John is letting you in on. It’s a briefing for the most important mission of your lives. There is no need to give you a speech about how you’re the love of his life or some cheesy shite like that. He’d catch a bullet for you. You’ve already risked your life for him. There is a mutual understanding and love that no one else could ever understand. You’re meant to be together. No one can compare. He’s asking you to marry him, and the look in his eyes holds the real question, ‘Will you do me the honour and say yes?’.

But your words are stuck in your throat, your heart beating so harshly in your chest that you feel it in your throat. It’s not even been a year since he made you his girlfriend, though you knew long before that that you’d follow John Price to the end of the bloody world if it meant you can be together.

Your eyes flicker between his and the ring box before you manage to relax your fingers and lift your left hand, holding it out to him as you try to keep it somewhat steady before you croak out,

“Yes.”

You keep tilting and turning your left hand outstretched above your face, and you watch in awe as the sapphire sparkles whenever it catches the warm glimmer of the ambers burning in the fireplace.

There is an unfamiliar feeling of giddiness that has taken root in your chest the moment John slipped the engagement ring onto your left ring finger, and now it only adds to the simmering desire that has increased by a tenfold.

“Fiancée,” you mumble to yourself, and John stirs next to you on the living room floor as if summoned.

He snakes a heavy arm around your torso, right below your naked breasts, and he pulls you impossibly close against his powerful body, his hairy chest still flushed and damp with sweat after making love to you on the fuzzy carpet.

“Fiancée.” John repeats as softly as his gruff voice allows it, “My future Mrs. Price.” He lets out an uncharacheristically boyish laugh and rolls over onto his side, draping his massive body over yours and nearly smothering you as he buries his face into your neck, coarse beard scratching your sensitive skin as he nuzzles your neck playfully, kissing and nibbling while his calloused hand tickles along your ribs until you giggle and squirm beneath him.

“John! Stop!” You squeal, pushing against his chest half-heartedly, but John snatches your left wrist with ease and kisses the ring on your finger repeatedly before he swiftly wrestles you onto your back again, crawling on top of you once more while you part your legs all too eagerly for your future husband.

“Keep making sounds like that, wife, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off ya all night long.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gazes down at you and he somehow looks ten years younger in this cosy, dim lighting. He pins both of your wrists above your head, braces himself on the other hand and chuckles when you squeeze his hips with your thighs in return.

“Call me that again,” you say, grinning up at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, “Call me your wife again.”

John matches your grin with equal mischief, chest rumbling with a playful growl as he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, passionate kiss; stealing each other’s breath away as the carnal desire reignites between you two all over again.

And he never once stops calling you his wife from this night onward.

#call of duty #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #captain price x reader #tf 141 #cod:mw #cod #captain john price x reader #reader insert #cod advent calendar 2024

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animestsstuff2 · 11 months ago

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Yuji itadtori’s hoodie

Yuji Itadori x reader

Content warning: fluff! Aged up characters! Kissing

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You didn’t initially know what to make of Yuji when he first joined the Academy. You also didn’t know how badly you’d crush on him either in the following weeks. His bubbly personality surprised you, after all you only had Megumi as a friend there for a while.

You tried to hide your crush on Yuji as best you could but it was hard to avoid a man who was basically a lap dog and wanted to be around someone. Nobara noticed your crush first and it took days of begging for her not to spill and tell him. She constantly teased you for how you reacted. How you stuttered when Yuji spoke to you specifically or went red in the face anytime he was too close or helped you with anything.

it was especially obvious you were crushing on him when he gave you his hoodie on a rainy day. It was super sunny when you, Nobara, Megumi and Yuji headed for some ice cream but a sudden storm soaked you all. Yuji offered you his hoodie, feeling bad since Nobara having checked the weather brought an umbrella and Megumi didn’t really care.

The day you tried to return it was awful. You paced outside his door thinking of how to begin your sentence, is it too late? Is he asleep? Should you just hand him it and leave? No, maybe say thank you and then lea-

“Hey Y/N? You okay?” Yuji’s voice cane from beside you, startling you. You quickly spun to see him standing in his doorway. Your cheeks burned and you nodded.

“U-um, yeah. No- im fine, thanks for asking but i-I have your hoodie here” you mentally groaned at you ridiculous stuttering. It only ever happened when you were alone with Yuji.

“Hmm? Oh yeah. Its okay. You keep it” he said lightly. Your eyes quickly flickered up to his, brows raised in surprise but quickly averted your gaze from his cute smile.

“b-but it’s your hoodie!” You stated, pushing his freshly washed hoodie forward. Your head down as you kept your eyes on the yellow cloth, anxious to look up incase he sees your red face.

“Nah its okay. It looks better on you anyways” He told you, his hands coming to grab yours and push the hoodie back into your chest gently. You suppressed a weird noise that was threatening to escape your lips and just nodded.

You wore that jumper almost all the time in your dorm room after that. You never wore it out incase Yuji seen and thought you were weird. You believed he knew about your crush and didn’t feel the same way so just stayed nice to you to spare your feelings.

You were up late reading about different curses, techniques and old jujutsu sorcerers in the library. The small lamp being the only source of light. Your nose deep into the book of Jujustu Sorcerers through the Ages. You were so in your own mind you didn’t notice the person behind you, not until they spoke.

“Y/N? What are- Woah! Are you okay!” You fell from your chair, well almost. Yuji was quicker and swooped under your arms and helped you onto your feet. You turned round, pink cheeked and nervous.

“Sorry- heh. I thought you noticed me” Yuji laughed, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes gave you a once over. “Oh. Is that my hoodie? I honestly thought you threw it out”

Your eyes widened at his statement and you quickly shook your head.

“N-No! Um, sorry. I’m just wearing it cause Nobara has one of m-mine and then, also- yeah. Yours was the only one i had and its pretty cold in the library” your words fell over your tongue awkwardly.

“Yeah? Well i’m glad you didn’t throw it out. It looks nice on you” Yuji’s compliment made your cheeks burned hotter and you averted your eyes from his.

He doesn’t mean it. He’s just being nice

“How come you’re up so late anyways?” He asked, peering round your shoulder.

“Oh. Im just reading up on, um” you paused, forgetting the book you were just reading. “Oh! Yeah, um- its about past Jujustu sorcerers”

“Yeah? I wish I had your motivation to study. I couldn’t sleep so I came looking to see if anyone else was awake” He grinned. You just nodded, fingers curling into your palm. It was very rare you and Yuji were ever alone together and every other time you immediately conjured an excuse to leave.

You didn’t need to further embarrass yourself in front of him. You glanced back up at him again opening your mouth to lie and say you should probably sleep but he beat you to it.

“Wanna come to my dorm and watch a movie? A new horror movie came out and Megumi won’t watch it with me” he whined. Your mind froze and heart skipped at his question.

Alone with Yuji. In his room?”

“Um- oh. Ye-yeah sure” You stuttered. Your stomach twisted with both excitement and nerves. You swallowed dryly as you followed Yuji growing more nervous and slightly warm. Over both the fact you’d be alone in his room and that you were actually terrified of horror movies.

It’ll be fine..You can watch a horror movie and be alone with Yuji. You are just friends..right?

“Here. Yeah- um. You can sit here” He grabbed a pile of clothes from his bed and lumped them onto his desk chair. A classic move you’ve done many times.

You sat on the edge of the bed, skin warm and covered in goosebumps as he grabbed the T’V remote and climbed up beside you. You stayed close to the edge, so much so you were balancing on it.

He flicked the movie on and your eyes widened at the title. The screams within the trees. You swallowed thickly. You had heard of this movie, accidentally seen snippets of trailers for it and it did look fucking horrifying. You hated paranormal horrors the most.

“Im so glad you’re watching this with me. I’ve been waiting ages to see it” Yuji said eagerly and you just glanced at the smiling boy, nodding your head slowly.

The movie began and you tensed up watching the screen. You were thrown right in, watching a girl run through dark woods. Her hair tangled, clothes turn from the twisted branches beside her. Dirt kicked up from her heavy steps as she ran and ran.

Your breathing picked up as the movie dragged on, keeping your eyes open so you didn’t look like a wuss to Yuji. Your fingers curling into your palm as you watched an especially terrifying scene of the creature lurking between shrouded bushes and trees. The flashlight showing snippets of what a unnatural beast it was.

You screamed, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth and closing your eyes at the next scene, immediately embarrassed and terrified at what just occurred. You slowly opened your eyes and turned to Yuji whose eyes were wide as he stared at you.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Was it too scary?” He asked and you could feel your eyes getting glossy as the embarrassment you felt swallowed your heart.

“N-No, um- it, yeah- it just surprised me a bit is all” you forced out, voice barely a whisper as your eyes glanced around the dark corners of his room, terrified of seeing it. Yuji paused the film and turned to you fully.

“We don’t have to finish it. Do you not like horror films? Man I feel bad now for making you watch it” he laughed a bit trying to lighten the mood and make you feel better. Your shoulders were still squared, heart still beating fast in your chest.

“N-No. its alright, you didn’t know. I was worried you’d think I was a wuss, since, you know. We fight curses all the time” You explained, bringing your hands to play with the hem of his hoodie. You could actually handle curses fine but for some reason horror movies evoked your flight response.

“Man I am really sorry Y/N. Do you wanna stay here?” Your eyes snapped up to Yuji’s whose suddenly went wide as he raised his hands defensively “u-uh! I mean just because you’re scared and you mighten wanna sleep alone. I-I don’t mean anything by it”

Stay..with Yuji..in his room and in his..bed! Your thoughts were haywire as you stilled

His cheeks matched his hair as he spurted the words out. Your cheeks burning too at his question. You don’t think you could go back to your dorm let alone sleep in it, was bad enough the old dorms creaked and groaned at night. You’d be up all night worried about that creature.

“I-if you, um, don’t mind. Sorry. You can say no. I don’t have to stay and everything” You mumbled out, fingers furiously picking at the hem.

“No its okay. I made you watch it. I don’t want you up all night scared” He flicked the T.V onto some show you’ve seen him watch a few times. Your heart against your chest was for a different reason now.

You were staying in Yujis room with him! It’s not like this hasn’t happened before but previously Megumi and Nobara had passed out along with you after a movie marathon.

Yuji shifted about and pulled the sheets back. You carefully got under with him staying at your respectful side. You were still so tense, so nervous and a little excited.

“Do you want the T.V left on Y/N?” He asked, his voice low as a yawn slipped past his lips. You shook your head avoiding a verbal answer, not trusting your own voice.

He switched the T’V off and you were both left in darkness. You rolled onto your side facing towards Yuji as you closed your eyes trying to forget where you were but your adrenaline filled brain fizzled. The scenes of the paranormal beast along with thoughts of Yuji flooded almost simultaneously.

A hand down on your side slipping round to your back and pulled you forward into the darkness, eyes snapped open. You found your breath mingling with Yuji’s as you just made out the boys brown eyes.

“Sorry, you were shaking. I-Are you still scared?” He asked. A lump caught in your throat and all you could do was shake your head again. Your mind too focused on his hand. The hand on your back, splayed out, warm and almost burning through hoodie.

“I’m sorry for suggesting it. I’ll stay awake till you fall asleep if it makes it less scary” he mumbled and you just squeezed your eyes shut trying to calm your nerves as your heart flooded your ears.

This was crazy. You couldn’t sleep. No, you weren’t even tired too hopped up on your fizzling nerves, bubbling excitement and a tinge of fear to settle and even think about sleep. You opened your eyes again to find Yuji’s staring back at you.

“I’m-“ You swallowed dryly. “I’m not tired, are you?”

“Nah not even a bit” You could feel his thumb swipe up and down on your back. The comfort it provided was swallowed whole by the nerves it evoked. It suddenly paused

“Ah, wait- It’s me isn’t it? I’ll stop, sorry-man, hah” He pulled his hand from you and you were cold. The place it lay now open to the slight breeze in his room..

“N-No..its-um” your voice grew quieter as continued “it’s nice n’ relaxing”

Yuji said nothing. He just blinked at you before slipping his hand back around your back, resting it where it was. Your breaths mingled as yours picked up, chest tight and stomach fluttering. His fingers curled into your back and shuffled you ever so closer. Your hands came to grab at his own shirt splayed out in front of you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you now could almost feel his lips brush yours, eyes still locked in an unnerving gaze. Your words died on your tongue.

Should you kiss him? No- hes just comforting you. Hes just being nice. He doesn’t like you like that and ev-

“Can I kiss you?” You almost sputtered in his face at his question. His voice broke the flurry of thoughts in your head. Eyes now wide as you nodded ever so slightly, did he see? Or feel you nod. You couldn’t speak to say yes, to convey how much you’ve wanted to kiss him.

His lips were pressed to yours almost immediately. Your fingers now curled tightly into his shirt, nails digging through the thin material as he pulled you closer and tilted his head. The soft kiss becoming rougher as tongues pushed together. A quiet moan slipped from your throat and was immediately accompanied by a groan from Yuji as he pulled away.

Both of you now breathless, soft quiet pants filling the silence in his room.

“I’ve wanted to do that for ages” He mumbled, bringing his hand up from your back and carding it through his hair before placing it back down on your waist.

You couldn’t find words to form a response instead shifting forward and pressing a soft peck to his lips. A smile breaking out between you both as he wiggled his other arm under your neck and curled then around you pulling you against his chest.

You fell asleep peacefully not thinking of any horrible creatures, content with where you were as Yuji snored lightly above you.

…

“Hey Y/N? Is that another one of Yuji’s hoodies?” Nobara asked as her and Megumi walked up to you and Yuji in the courtyard. Your face flushed pink and you glanced up at Yuji who only shrugged.

“It is! What happened! Tell me!” She grinned rather creepily, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you.

Yuji laughed at your huffy expression as Nobara dragged you off to fill her in on whatever she believed was going on. Megumi on the other hand bumped Yuji’s shoulder with his own.

“So..I take it theres something going on?” He hummed quietly, watching the two girls ahead of him.

“Hmm? I don’t know what you mean. She’s just wearing my hoodie” Yuji hummed innocently. A grin on his face.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #yuji x reader #jjk itadori #jujutsu itadori #itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk yuuji #jjk x you

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ordinary-barbie · 4 months ago

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Rafe watches your favorite show without you.

Rafe x fem!reader

summary: When Rafe watches a new episode without you, he faces your wrath—or does he?

tags: fem!reader, pet names (babe, baby), some kissing, mention of Severance but no spoilers I promise

a little something I decided to whip up, heh. Idk if this is even that good but f it we ball

You loved Rafe deeply, but right now, he was enemy #1.

One of your favorite things to do with your boyfriend was watch shows together. The two of you had recently gotten hooked on Severance, tearing through the first season in a single weekend. Now season 2 was in full swing, and you were excited to catch the latest episode—after you came back from your old college roommate's bachelorette party weekend, of course.

Rafe had groaned when you'd reminded him that you were going to be in Charleston for the weekend. He was (mostly) okay with you leaving him for a few days, but what really sucked was not having your weekly Severance date.

You'd returned from your trip feeling exhausted yet happy after a weekend of partying with your girls. All you'd wanted to do was cuddle up with your man and catch up on your show. When you'd played the episode on your laptop, you noticed that Rafe wasn't reacting to certain story developments like you were—almost as if he had already seen them unfold...

You paused the episode and turned to Rafe, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Rafe Cameron, did you watch the new Severance without me?"

Rafe smiled bashfully, knowing he was caught. "Babe I tried to wait, I really did. But I was so bored last night and I couldn't resist..."

You tsked at Rafe. "Wow, you just broke a cardinal rule. Don't watch a show without your partner!"

"I should've been patient and waited for you. I'm sorry, baby," Rafe replied, genuinely sounding contrite.

You thought about playing up your disappointment more—making him sweat a little—but Rafe was looking at you with puppy dog eyes that you simply couldn't resist.

"I guess it's okay," you said, flashing your boyfriend a smile. "But you're gonna have to make it up to me..."

Rafe pulled you into his lap, kissing that special spot behind your ear. You moaned, leaning into him as he moved to your neck, lavishing it with kisses. "What'd you have in mind, princess?"

"Um..." You'd had an idea brewing, but Rafe's kisses had your brain scrambled in the best possible way. He chuckled at you, giving you a peck on your nose.

"How about after dinner, I'll watch that Summer House show you like?" Rafe offered.

This was huge. Rafe hated reality TV and always popped his earbuds in whenever you'd turn Bravo on.

"Wow, you really are sorry, huh?" you teased, laying your head on Rafe's shoulder.

A lazy grin tugged at Rafe’s lips. “I'll make sacrifices for the woman I love.”

“I appreciate it, babe. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again,” you warned him with a mock sternness.

Rafe smirked. “Yes, ma’am. I love it when you get bossy.”

You rolled your eyes, though your eyes sparkled with amusement for your silly boyfriend. You closed your laptop—you could always catch up with Severance tomorrow. Right now, cuddling with your boyfriend and taking a nap sounded pretty appealing.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfic #tiff writes ✏️

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thinking-emoji · 7 months ago

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Phannie acronym/initialism* dictionary

*no i'm not getting into what counts as an acronym or an initialism. I'm also not telling you how to pronounce any of these

Please refer to the original version of this post to check for updates!

7SC: 7 Second Challenge

AP: AmazingPhil

ATF: Above the Fray, former management agency

atiwttmotiimpaowwmtf: And this is when, through the magic of the internet, I met Phil. And obviously, we were more than friends...

BFTD: Back from the Dead

BIG: Basically I’m Gay

BWAGFEO: Basically We Are Gay For Each Other

BWYBMS: Better With You By My Side

COTY: Coming Out To You

D&P: Dan and Phil

DAP: Dan and Phil

DAPB: DanAndPhilBEATS

DAPC: DanAndPhilCRAFTS

DAPFTTT: Dan and Phil Finally Tell the Truth

DAPG: DanAndPhilGAMES

DAPGO: Dan and Phil Go Outside

DAPGOOSE: Dan and Phil Go Outside On Stage Event

DAPWEPINOF: Dan and Phil watch every phil is not on fire (sic)

DD: Dystopia Daily; rarely: The Drug Deal

DILM: Dan is leaving me

DINI: danisnotinteresting

DINK: 1. dumb twink; 2. double/dual income, no kids

DINKWAD: double/dual income, no kids, with a dog

DINOF: danisnotonfire

DINOK: Dan is not Ok

DITL: Day in the Life

DJH: Daniel James Howell

DnD: Daniel and Depression; in our circles rarely: Dungeons and Dragons

DnP: Dan and Phil

DNPB: DanAndPhilBEATS

DNPG: DanAndPhilGAMES

dnptwt: Dan and Phil twitter, the twitter phandom

DvP: Dan vs. Phil

DvPHTSD: Dan vs. Phil Hometown Showdown

ETVAHTCTE: Embrace the void and have the courage to exist

FDITL: Festive Day in the Life

FFVII: Final Fantasy VII

FFXIV: Final Fantasy XIV

GANP: Gay and Not Proud

GDM: gays do maths

GG: Guru Gossiper; old forum site with dnp threads

GTPWTW: Giving the People What They Want

GwF: Golf with Friends

HEH: Heart Eyes Howell

HL: Hard launch

HTBYFIS: How To Befriend Your Favourite Internet Stars

IDB: In Depth Bants

IGTOHGMMWGHTHBWPOTC: I got the octopus, he's gonna marry me, we're gonna have tentacle hooked babies with parrots on the crib

II: Interactive Introverts

IOM: Isle of Man

ISG: Internet Support Group

IT: InterTalent

IT2: It Takes Two

KTANE: Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes

LAP: LessAmazingPhil

LEL: Love Eyes Lester

M&C: Martyn and Cornelia

MINO: mullet in name only

NBSII: No But Seriously Imagine It

PCOU: Post Coming Out Universe

PGPIA: Post gay Phan in Australia

PHA: public horse announcement

PINOF: phil is not on fire

PMAVEDFAW: Phil makes a video every day for a week

PML: Philip Michael Lester

PPA: Phan Porn Addiction

PSL: Pumpkin Spice Latte

RPF: Real Person Fiction; rarely: Roleplay F...iction???

SAP: SuperAmazingProject

SGF: Saying Goodbye Forever

SSAYWD: some shit a youtuber would do (dystopia daily segment)

SWWTTY: Something we want to tell you

TABINOF: The Amazing Book is Not on Fire

TATINOF: The Amazing Tour is Not on Fire

TIIH: The Internet is Here

TIT: Terrible Influence Tour

TTLMT: Trying to Live My Truth

TTSTWMG: Trying to See Things Without My Glasses

UTA: United Talent Agency

VPDO: Viewers Pick Dan's Outfits

VPMO: Viewers Pick My Outfits

WAD: We’re All Doomed

WDAPTEO: What Dan and Phil text each other

wdaptpeo: what Dan and Phil text post each other

WITL: Week in the life

WIQY: Why I Quit YouTube

wt md if: “what’s that [sound]? My dignity, in flames” from “Drama Llama” on danisnotonfire

WWWY: When We Were Young festival

YWGTTN: You Will Get Through This Night

Works Cited:

#dan and phil #phan #daniel howell #amazingphil #I'm a virgo my hobby is making lists #bookmark

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vee-dmsr · 14 days ago

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mrs vee i have NOT been able to stop thinking about gideon eating harrow’s pussy through the bars of her cell since you posted about it. like… gideon doing stupid shit to get thrown in her cell in the hopes that harrow comes by (she’s already on the floor pretending to do sit ups or something)… harrow moving just out of reach so gideon has to struggle and stick her tongue through the bars and harrow laughs about it… i feel deranged

heh maybe it will inspire someone to write a fic about it 😇 i think it would be fun if she walked down to gideon's cell and caught her jacking off to a porn mag (third house thotties) and started degrading her before lifting up her robes flashing her succulent pussy... gideon would be so pissed but also looking at her like a starving dog.... crawling over on all fours to obediently lap her up OUGH 😵‍💫

#griddlehark #vee asks #i found some good refs for this btw

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woradat · 4 months ago

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LICK YOUR WOUNDS

Paring: Blackshadow x reader

PS: his spark didn't explode for the sake of the plot and my mental health + It might be a long series if I don't get bored first

better version

Blackshadow knew what he was doing when he joined the Decepticons

Instead of caring about the Decepticons' cause and stuff, he only cared about himself and the benefits he would gain by joining. Yes, he was selfish, but who wouldn't be? Blackshadow just wasn't ashamed to show it openly in most barbaric way, and that was the excuse he used when the Autobots bribed him with a large sum of shanix

But of course, actions have consequences.

Phase Sixer would definitely regret making the wrong choice later, and he did when DJD was in his sights

Blackshadow felt pain all over his frame. His systems were slowly rebooting themselves. He could almost feel his circuits burning and shorting out - causing a tingling sensation all over. His limbs were numb, he couldn't even move his fingertips, and even if he could he was sure it would feel like hell. His processor was slowly recalling all the things that had happened and trying to take in his new surroundings, where he was now, trying to figure out where he was

His optics were still working, if not very well. His right one was cracked, making the images he was receiving dizzying. He chose to close his eyes instead, focusing on the lingering pain in his system from his last encounter - oh, DJD, that damn Decepticon Justice Department - and even though Megatron's lap dogs were making his life a living hell, Phase Sixer didn't even have the energy to get angry. He was too tired and suffering to think deeply

..but shouldn't he be dead?

Blackshadow opened his optics again, this time only the one that was working, to take in the surrounding

It looked like a laboratory or a medical's station or something. It was all white, like a sterile room. He was relieved, but only for a moment, before he realized he wasn't dead, which meant someone had saved him - whoever was responsible for this was either extremely skilled in medicine or it had just happened by a miracle and he was still online - but he wished they'd just let him die

this was too painful

“You’re awake, I see. How do you feel?”

“It hurts a lot, doesn’t it? It must be. You were in terrible shape when I found you, like – you were torn in half! And you were missing a leg, but luckily I found it… Even though it would be easier to say that I’ll just find another one to replace, but whatever” Blackshadow glanced at you with a mix of curiosity and irritation. You were talking too much, sounding as boastful as he was when he was in better shape. He unconsciously frowned slightly, which you noticed

“So you can hear me? And can you talk, big guy?” You sounded amused by his expression and didn’t take it seriously

Who would take a dying bot like him seriously?

Phase Sixer’s silence was the answer to no. He was sure his voice box was working, but the pain shot through his wires and frame as soon as he tensed his neck and tried to speak. It was like the slightest vibration from the inside was enough to turn him into a metal pile

And you seemed to sense his struggles, but this time it was more serious and there was even a hint of sympathy that Black Shadow caught. “It’s not as bad as I thought, but it’ll be alright. You’re in good hands”

These comforting words and your sympathetic gesture made him want to – well, laugh? Maybe if he was strong and on good terms. But there’s no denying that he felt a little better. At least the words and gestures of sympathy that he had looked down on and considered signs of weakness warmed his spark up a bit, making him feel safe and less hurt

Heh, the Decepticon’s super soldier, the fearsome Phase Sixer. Blackshadow sought comfort from an unknown bot that had seemingly saved him from certain death?

If someone had told Blackshadow that in the past, he would have laughed contemptuously. But now all he had to do was lick his wounds and hope to heal or die

It was strange that he didn’t feel much pain when he felt the servo lightly touch on his frame in an attempt to comfort

Do you know who he is? You must know, you can't be that innocent, can you? but why did you still help him? That was the question, but for now, he would just rest and let himself go. There was no point to deep in thought when he can't even speak or move without feeling pain like hell

#transformers x reader #Blackshadow #Mtmte Blackshadow #Blackshadow x reader #cybertronian reader #Mtmte Blackshadow x reader #reader insert

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lwde-encrusted-sideblog · 2 years ago

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Mature/Comedic Short form an au were there are less men than women, and jaune is the only man in his year.

Jaune: Ugh. Pyrrha's been working me to the bone. Atleast I have you all to myself huh?

Jaune: ... I'm talking to an empty communal shower. I am losing it.

Jaune: Well that's fair to have happen right? I mean, with everything going on ...

~~~~~

Jaune: *Naked* Wouldn't it be smarter to train and get used to moving and fighting in my armor?

Pyrrha: *Visibly drooling* Are you the Four-Time Regional champion in the Mistrali Tournament league?

Jaune: N-no, I suppose I'm not.

~~~~~ Jaune: Is there a reason you need to sit on my lap everytime we're near each other?

Ruby: *Puppy Dog Eyes Engage* Is there a problem with it?

Jaune: Not at all! Just wondering!

Ruby: Good~ *She begins grinding her butt against him*

~~~~~

Carla: Hey Arc!

Jaune: C-Carla!

Carla: *Kabedons Jaune, Pinning to the wall with her breasts* You think just 'Cuz you're the only Guy this year, You're some kind of hot shit, Huh?

Jaune: *Attempts to speak, is muffled*

Carla: Heh. Just what I thought. Be a good little boy and run back home soon, now. Unless you wanna be waiting on me hand and foot

Jaune: *Not entirely opposed to the idea, because Boobs*

~~~~~

Jaune: At least Nora's Normal - Ignoring what the implications of believing her to be 'normal' means, She's not as ... Touchy, as others at least.

Nora: *Live Streaming His shower time, making bank from the Beacon Populace* Sorry Fearless Leader, but Me and Lian need some money!

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby shitpost #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #cardin winchester #carla winchester #rwby au #slight lemon #Carla Winchester is still taller than Jaune. I will not be hearing anything against it.

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nathandrakeisabottom · 7 months ago

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What Lovers Share: Nathan Drake x Reader

Summary: Nate tells you historical fun facts while you warm his globes. Huevos in French. Besties who just happen to enjoy swapping spit. Warning: Explicit. C*ck-warming, B*ll-suckin', B*kkake, C*m-eating, historical fact jumpscare, ***, ***, ***, f*ck Tumblr censorship.

“You, uh… you happy down there?” Nathan goads warmth with a tender smile, holds a book in one hand and your cheek in the other, smile lines kind and traced in the barest flicker of demurity. He forces his eyesight back to script before your answer; his nerves obviously need distraction when your request needles beyond nudity. A proposition you had dreamed of since Nairobi.

He’s warm and gooey, and you respond with no treat, no reply but your tongue laving soft around the shape in your mouth. You love him in here. You always have. To the point of obsession, mindless, ravenous, lazy and dumb, you beg him when he claims there’s no time. He’s gross down there right now. Sam’s around, he’ll catch you two. And he won’t survive a goddamn minute if they just let him wander wild for however long she eats: a lonely little girl lapping and suckling his baby brother’s balls like the last water left on Earth.

Only because the iodine got lost in the shipwreck, you snort in facetious rationale to yourself.

But there’s no shortage of time, of air for gasps and moans when you gently pull back, and tug with your lips wrapped softly around, eyelashes fluttering dotingly up at him. He makes you feel like a dog— an overeager puppy begging for attention. Touch me. Pet me. Play with me. Let me taste you.

Let me make you feel something.

You snap to when his graveling baritone soothes over your shoulders in a hiccuping wave.

“Y-You know, you make me nervous when you’re this quiet.”

Your pussy stokes a fire, squeezes tight when he speaks. You know. And you like.

And you draw out further when you nuzzle deeper to suckle the fold of skin between his balls. Brush the tip of your nose teasingly along the underside of his shaft, just in the way you know he likes. You run races like tortoises and suck him so gently that he mewls in a breathy chuckle diluted of comedy and even less oxygen. Nerves. A man whose own pleasure still frightens him.

“Heh. But… uh, something tells me you like me when I’m nervous.”

Whose own weakness still surprises him with every day you wring it from your touch.

“Fucking def-in-it-lee.” You pop from your purpose below just to tell him, gasps in much needed breath and your joined spit still tangling below your lip. You damn held it in for long enough.

He laughs so beautifully at that, handsome features splitting open into intricate crows feet and pink, plump, pretty lips into grins. You love the way he smiles. You love the way he laughs— and you make sure to detach to smother it as fast as possible. This irony is not lost on you.

It’s a slobber at this point. But Nathan only meets you harder and clutches the back of your neck with a warm, meaty palm. Tugs you into him; isn’t afraid of anything. Big, gentle hands with strong grip that cradle your love and usher his second ball in your mouth everytime the first accidentally pops out.

“Why don’t you tell me some fun facts, smart cookie?” You tack a wet kiss to his cheek when he finally allows you to break. “You know how much I love the sound of your voice.”

“Oh.” And his residual shyness has your mouth watering. It always does, his heart baring open like rushing spring water and making you hungry for more. To sacrifice for his every satisfaction. “Sure thing… got any requests?”

But you’re already back home before your answer even grows wings. Glinting skin and bubbles popping wet where veins thread like delicate, splindling cracks in a pane of glass venture past your lips. You lost restraint forty five minutes back. There is no shame in your love. Your devotion. You’d suck him all day if you could: splashing South African summer heat in translucent coats down your cheeks, hollowed out in every place you’ve decided he deserves to have tighter. Harder. Wetter. Better.

He shudders. His hand abruptly clamps onto your own.

But no… lighter this time. Softer. Sweeter. He’s sensitive, especially down here, so you tread gentler paths with the tip of your tongue lapping in tickling hints, and his skin pulls up and up and up in adorable wrinkles with the motion. His taste: addictive. There once was a time when you would tease and complain at the oceanic sting, full body dips when he grew too lazy to tie the boat closer to shore and ‘Shit, it’s a hot one! A jump in the water sounds perfect.’ Without even bothering to take his clothes off first.

“Did you know that—” He wets his lip, a flicker, the tender pink point of his tongue. “Um…”

But those days are no more. Now, it’s a quest, a joy, a desperation to clean him. Everyday, you beg to. Please, Nathan, please let me clean you. It looks so lonely. I want it warm. I want it shiny. I want it inside where it’s safe. Where no one else can take it from me. And now, there’s a parameter for how long is not long enough. You don’t stop until you no longer taste the tang of sea against his skin. Not until he’s clean. It’s your duty.

It’s your devotion to him.

“Heh—” He recovers with a hand to your cheek and a kiss to his palm. You remind him there is no difference, only sensual circumstance. You asked for this. Prayed for this. “Did you know that Thomas Edison didn’t actually invent the lightbulb?”

…What?

“Hm?!” You squeak from your station. He chuckles in reply.

“I know, right?!” His words jeer agastedly, giddily, eyes twinkling. “Isn’t that crazy?”

Giggles form in place of a needless answer. The things he says, the way he is, even his desire for a reply at all, to hear your voice beside his own: they only make you want to please him more. Wetter. Tighter. Better.

Man, that shit’s crazy.

History is so cool.

“It was actually Warren de la Rue, almost f-forty years before Edison…”

You swoon into his wet folds and he stutters when you settle into the warmth, the wet. The place you call home. You love your man; fucking sue me. Hungry palms wrap ‘round the meaty, milky skin of his thighs without warning, toasted sun-kissed tan like roasted smores in between campfire kisses, soft nudity and plains begging for hickies.

“He was just the one who p-perfected and p-p-patented it.” His cheeks swelter over roasting red when you lean further to tongue at the soft skin of his perineum, stutters for air in a swiftly fogging tent you both refuse to unzip. You like the way your love changes the color of his skin. “S-something about bamboo fiber…”

“That’s amazing, baby.” But your lips are already back on his before he can elaborate amongst filaments and time periods. You swiftly ponder if he can taste his own precum on your kiss. A deeper press, a swift curl of your tongue against his, slobbery and wet, salty and sweet. Just to up your chances. Every fact he shares your way, every sense you share in return. “You’re so fucking smart.”

And you worship his body in the only interruptions you find no shame in speaking.

He moans thick and molten below you when you wrest one hand around his neck, the other around his shaft. Force him to keep kissing you in the minute space where he tries to break for air. And your pussy clenches around nothing but the imaginary when he groans in place of resistance of another. The control and capture his every delicate sound inspires beat your man to dust.

You wring your wrist around his head, and he chokes out despairingly.

“Honey… Do you want me to—?” He’s finally able to split, chest heaving hard against your own, your mouth itching to taste its suffocating heat, his collarbone beading with sweat, pleasing arcs in place of jewelry. An answer feels pointless.

“Yes-yes-of-fucking-course-I-do-are-fucking-kidding-me—” But you give him what he wants, anyway. His mouth tinges in laughter.

Because you always give him what he wants.

He makes it impossible not to.

“I fucking love you.” His lips meet yours head-on, but this time, starvation sets in. You two gasp and bite and tear right through each other. His fingers fly to the back of your neck, his arms swallowing your body into his. And you twist your purpose further down so the world knows who he belongs to.

You’re not sure if it’s the sweat, the humidity, his taste, or simply your own gaping awe that requires your wrist high to collect a drool of spittle when you first watch it bloom. Red and raw and beautiful, just like him. A single placed hickey.

You both decided unspoken that Sam could fucking deal with seeing them. Just jealous he’s not getting them, too.

“Oh, hun.” You swear it’s your entire fucking soul that swoons when Nate’s voice resounds, little trembles like tinkling glass. He breaks beneath your touch. “My precious, little angel.”

Your tongue darts across the sharp slant of his neck before delving in for seconds. He’s so pretty, and so perfect, and so… free. Your heart can’t stand it. You’re not strong like he is. And so a second bruise quickly joins the first: higher this time, the crux of his jaw. Proof, ownership, protection. You love him too much to leave him empty, markless, unwon. There is no strength in the love you have for him.

He cries, breath releasing hot against your cheek when you roll and nestle his sack into your palm. It’s still wet with spit, stuck with sweat in every place your chin dipped a little too low. Your thumb smoothes straight down the middle, presses into his skin like a thumbprint. His whines make your mouth water against every mark. Pink, red, purple, yellow. The ones you left on his sternum on Monday, the couplings beside each nipple on Sunday, magenta on his folding tummy, yellow and pink alike on the insides of his thighs.

You kiss each and over again. An encore. A map.

I belong here.

“Honey…” He sings so sweet. His grip, his thumb grazing at the base of your neck even as you ease back down to lave your lips over his skin. He’s heavy below. Full and warm. You’ve tasted him dozens of times before; and you know he’s a giver. You instinctively flinch from your spot below in wild anticipation when he thrusts in briefly-presumed release. Despite the shy bastard being too polite to ever try it.

But tonight, you swear you’ll remedy.

You twist left to sink your teeth into the plush skin of his thigh, swallow Wednesday’s accompanying bruises like fresh berry, and he bucks masochistically.

And you’d give more, you’d brand him with your fucking name if you could. If he could so forgive. In every place you call him yours.

“W-w-where do you want it?” This time it’s his hand that changes for your own on a jerking ring around his shaft. He bears a teasing pace, even as his fingers clearly twitch for more. His second hand comes to cradle your head when you return, and you twist quick to press another grateful kiss into his palm before he replaces it. He’s an instinctual nurturer at the best of times: his touch warm and steady. And somehow, despite every insanity, every pitfall, every obnoxious joke and even more obnoxious beauty— he grounds you. He keeps you safe.

He’s home.

You want him to brand you, too.

“Anywhere.” You mumble with his gifts in my mouth. Your answer is a lie.

“A-anywhere?”

Even in sex, he’s the same: searching for answers, proof. But he doesn’t stop jerking himself, quick and smooth, whining as he cups his hand across your cheek and thumbs over where the corner of your lip drools. Holds you where he wants you. You plead you already know where he wants it.

“God-you’re-so-pretty.” It’s fucking heaven he speaks. Your pussy throbs, fucking sings; you feel the wetness through your poor excuse for shorts. The ones you wear for him. Minimal coverage so he has more room to pull the stripe of stitch of fabric aside whenever he needs it. You love him, you love him, you love him, you love him. “So-fucking-pretty.”

And so you are cruel to him. You clamp monstrous nails into his pink, plush skin and keep him trapped, grounded, no way from escape, from shame, from want when you speak—

“Nathan, please—” “Sh-shit—!”

But of course, in your time of need, you both interrupt in the same mundane way you always do. You look up with love. He jerks himself empty. And he’s coming hard across your face before you can even give him permission to do it.

Four times. Four begs til’ he finally obeyed your pleas: a fucking record. Fucking finally. To be branded by him. And even as the warmth and wet slathers over the bridge of your nose, your forehead, the cusp of your hairline where blonde meets brunette, you’re not thinking of how dirty it is. How guilty and hysterical he’ll certainly be about it afterwards. How you have no fucking clue how you’re going to be able to sneak all the way down to the river to wash up without being caught by a Shoreline guard.

But instead, as you move further down to wet his balls in grateful kitten-licks, and desperately pursue his prolonged pleasure, you’re only swimming in the hazy and the humid— in the impossible idea that someone so pretty could think you were pretty, too.

He huffs for air, eyes squeezed shut, body quivering and thighs shaking, even as you hold them down. His voice breaks even, beautiful, only makes clearer the stark, pretty lines of his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. He’s always so pretty.

And only prettier— your heart wrests in affection bordering on pain— when he forces his eyes back open just to watch you. The way he releases his only sound of pleasure, shyness submissing beneath that beautiful voice you love so much, it almost makes you believe:

“...Wow.”

That someone so lovely could think you were lovely, too.

As if the sight of your own devotion surprises him.

Then again— you think as his trembles begin to slow, your kisses ease the highward trail up his chest— he’s always surprised. Because his deepest gift has always been uncovering— every day, before every map, every sunburn, every bruise you’ve placed— another hidden reason to love the world. And he’ll never go unsatisfied, unfed again.

Thomas Edison didn’t invent the lightbulb. Nate only knows that because he loves.

His movements finally come to a certain stop, and all the oxygen he’s must’ve ever breathed in his life comes rolling out. One last dying gasp before he registers your mouth hovering before his. His eyes: desperately blue. His lips: pink and shiny, no longer lonely, your heart pangs swooningly, purposefully. And his fingers reach to cradle your jaw, steer you into a brutally romantic, death-defying, earth-shattering—

He twists your face away at the last second, so where you expect his lips upon yours, you are instead met with his tongue down your cheek.

Another stripe. Wet and clinging. And your pussy throbs manic with want. Because he’s cleaning you.

He’s eating his own cum off you.

And you get to taste it together when he finally plunges you forward into a kiss, grip steady behind your neck, heart racing against your own. His other thumb mindlessly smears the leaking remnants of spit and cum down your chin and presses his lips to yours. Passionate, aching, hungry. And you share. You always share everything.

“Fuck, that was soooo hot,” You gasp once you part for air.

But Nathan isn’t thinking about a need for air, not even at all. Because the first words that leave his lips:

“Your turn.” Without even a pause in-between.

You’re already falling back into nylon before your thighs are immediately yanked apart, and your seeping shorts, those god-damn nearly non-existent shorts, the tan ones he’s already stained with a frantic quickie and a near-hysterical apology (they were one of your favorites; they still are) and you’ve had to cuff even higher to hide, are torn down your legs.

And when next you come— with the adorable, pink flat of his tongue and his affectionate eyes gazing up from your horizon— the only thoughts that cross your mind are how deeply you love him.

How deeply he shares with you.

And how he makes you feel something.

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