#ugh bro...WRITING >>>>

[justpeaxchy]

'Elastic Heart.'

A/n: Haven't been able to finish this for a while lol, I started it one day and then got super busy after 😭 BUT HERE IT IS 💁🏼‍♀️

Warnings(?): none, just some angst, sort of 🌚. It's more on Hiccup's part though.

Hiccup x !Fem! Reader

Comfort on a rainy day is like a bowl of warm stew, which you offered to Hiccup.

The cold weather was always something you've grown accustomed to, no matter how much it constantly pricked at your skin with frigid gushes of wind that remained ever present within the isle of Berk. The summers were short, something you vaguely opposed, but there could be no possible way of changing how the climate operated.

So, it came as a minor surprise when it started raining today.

The winter season showed no lenity, like usual, but having it rain during the gelid period that was over Berk only seemed to heighten the unpleasant temperature which permeated it.

Thankfully, you were sitting tight and cozy in your hut, having just served yourself a nice bowl of mutton stew with a content sigh. The warmth which diffused from the fireplace saturated the room, bringing you a fleeting comfort that you weren't stuck outside needing to do extra work.

Just as you were about to take the long awaited bite of your soup, you managed to catch the sound of a pair of footsteps scuffling near your door – heavy, trudging steps that were mingled with the sound of...metal clanking against the ground.

Before you could dive deeper into your assumptions of who it was in front of your hut, they knocked, loud and boldly.

You heaved a sigh.

Begrudgingly rising from your seat, you shuffled towards the door, practicality dragging your feet there as your hand slowly edged the door open, peeking through the crack that was now visible to see who disturbed your moment of peace. You did a double take once you registered who exactly it was.

‘It is him..!’

Abruptly losing any sluggishness you had on your way to the entrance, you swung the door completely open and gawked at the Chief's son with a bewildered furrow of your brows. "Hiccup? What in Thor's name are you doing here?! It's raining!"

The young man in question merely shrugged, auburn hair glued onto his forehead and plastered down from being drenched in water. "Yeah, I noticed... So, uh...do you think I can..come in..?" He immediately seemed to regret what he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he found his boot more important to look at. "I-I mean, sorry, this is probably really unexpected, I just—"

The rest of his jumbled apology started to fade away, your gaze attentively scanning him over to observe him shivering in the slightest. And you also acknowledged Toothless who stood behind him, watching his rider in a concerned and puzzled manner, similar to how you probably appeared. It was obvious they've been outside for longer than they should have, and they needed to get warm.

As soon as possible.

You held up a hand, motioning for your friend to stop his fretting. "O-okay, okay, I get it... It's fine, just...get inside. You're going to get sick if you stay out here..!"

Hiccup glanced at you, startled by how swift you were in accepting his request, only to be lightly nudged by Toothless – a silent command to listen to your instructions. "Oh, uh, right – inside, yup." He hesitantly stepped in the hut, glimpsing around the place while you hastily went to retrieve some cloths to help him dry off his hair.

His eyes flickered over to the Night Fury beside him, silently questioning if he did the right thing or not. His only response from the dragon was a mere shake of his head, as though he didn't understand what was being implied.

You came back quicker than anticipated, a bundle of fabric in your hands while you spoke lowly, somewhat of a mutter. "Seriously, you better not get sick... Out here in the rain like there's not a problem in the world.." You gave him the cloths, which he gladly took, as you continued: "Dare I ask how long you've been outside?"

The supposed ‘Great Dragon Master’ before you shrugged, drying off his hair as you did the same to parts of his face. "Not long, trust me–"

"Pft. You said that last time."

He carried on as though you didn't mention anything. "We were coming back and it started raining."

You raised a brow, not fully satisfied with his answer. "Why are you soaking wet as if you've been dancing in the rain for all I know, then?"

Hiccup did his best to pat down his armor, drying what he could until both of your eyes met. "Don't worry. I'm telling the truth! You'd be surprised by how quickly one can get drenched just being outside on Berk for a couple of minutes while it's raining!"

"You say that like I haven't lived here my whole life."

He shrugged for the second time, rubbing the cloth against his auburn tufts. "Well, you talk like you didn't already know th–" His words were abruptly forced to an end as you purposefully ‘dried off’ his mouth, muffling him to prevent him from finishing the sentence.

You ignored the deadpan look he gave, taking a step away with an appeased nod. "There. You should be good now." You gestured towards the pot of soup you had made. "Want some mutton stew? It's fresh." Not completely waiting on a ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ you went to grab another bowl and spoon, serving him a decent amount as you beckoned him to come closer to the fireplace.

"Here. It'll help you get warmer faster." Your hands carefully laid the bowl in his grasp, intently watching as he mumbled a ‘thank you’ and began to eat. Of course, since you didn't hide the fact that you were staring, it only took a few meager seconds for him to raise his brows at you, silently inquiring why you were doing such a thing.

"Hm? Do I...got something on my face? Or..?"

You lightly shook your head, dragging your sight's focus onto your own stew. "No...but.." Pausing to take a bite, you kept your gaze on the fireplace. "...What made you go out there anyways? Just...curious.."

Hearing him sigh, you had an inkling as to what might've happened. It didn't come as a shocker when he ventured off with Toothless somewhere, unannounced. However, the reasonings for it could be different every time — almost.

"I'm sure you probably understand why.." He spoke quietly, as if he were afraid to disturb anyone else in the hut. Quite frankly, he didn't need to; your family barely went to the Great Hall, deciding to spend the evening alongside everyone else who may have been in there.

You hummed, appearing to contemplate the motive. "Does it involve a certain Chief of Berk and his son?"

Hiccup wryly pointed at you, a dry smile tracing his lips. "That's the winning answer..!"

You chuckled, glancing in his direction as you became more sincere. "...Well? What's going on now?"

Suddenly, he looked a bit reluctant to share, aimlessly shifting in his spot next to you. "It's nothing important. Just the usual...Chiefly lessons and what not.."

"Ah, so you ran away from it again?"

"You know it isn't like that.."

"Hiccup." You muttered, pointedly watching as he turned his focus onto the flames which crackled in front of you both. "I've known you since we were kids. There's no point in trying to hide it..."

"..Well obviously I can't hide anything from you.." He muttered back, suppressing a grin when you groaned dramatically. "Joking, I'm joking.."

"Why do you always have to joke when it comes to this?" You rubbed your face partly in irritation, while another side of you remained quite fond and amused at what he said.

"Oh, you know me.." He sighed again, the faint smile on his lips beginning to drift off into a delicate frown. "That's the usual way I take things, I guess."

His comment made you turn towards him, brows furrowed in a rising concern. You've been friends with him long enough to understand that, in most serious cases, he wouldn't completely throw it away into a sarcastic remark. Sure, he had his wits that could emerge in any arriving moment, but he wasn't one to utterly disregard a situation in an insouciant manner.

"Hiccup.." The name slowly fell from your lips, the genuineness of your tone sounding as an alarm to escape a slumber he didn't know he was in. "What happened, seriously?"

All you received was the obscure noise of him fidgeting with the spoon, aimlessly stirring the soup. It took him a prolonged minute to deliver a coherent response, still not meeting your attentive gaze as his words became identical to a mumble: "I just don't think I'm ready..."

He shifted in his spot for the second time in vain, struggling to maintain his composure while he turned his head to settle his focus on Toothless — an excuse to hide his distress. The Night Fury, who had been laying next to him, trilled lowly in concern for his best friend, glancing at you in a way that showed his worry. "Y'know...you think you're ready for something, but then you take one look at it and then...you just.."

Not being able to continue, Hiccup set the bowl down with a quivering hand that was hardly noticeable if someone were to look at him from afar.

You, however, were close to him in that moment. And you used that as an advantage.

Not caring where you placed your bowl, you quickly shifted towards his direction so you sat in front of him. He consequently lowered his head in order to prevent you catching him near an utter breakdown. "Hiccup, listen to me." You gently murmured, "You're gonna do great as Chief, despite what you may think–"

"That's what my dad says too, but it's a little challenging to believe that." He grumbled, hastily wiping his eyes.

"I mean what I say." Your voice became firm enough to make the statement obvious, keeping your attention on him alone. "It's a lot to bear, I know–" at that, he weakly shook his head, but you continued nonetheless, "yet, look at far you've come! I mean, you can't sit there and ignore everything you've accomplished in the last five years! Stoick sees the potential that's inside of you and he made the decision to have you as the future Chief for a reason. He didn't just do it on a whim."

"But can someone like me really lead people who thought I was–" His speech was cut off by none other than himself, toiling against the emotions which threatened to burst out in the form of tears. Alas, he wouldn't cry like that in your presence; he predicted it would cause you to be a lot more worried than you and Toothless already appeared. Not that he couldn't, rather, he preferred not to bring additional fret when it was in his power to do so.

"...Who thought I was a failure." He finished, green eyes meeting yours at last. You kept quiet, having an impression that he would carry on, which he soon did. "Everyone always...watched...watched what I was gonna do next to be a screwup again. That pressure would definitely be...a lot, to put it in fewer words, if I were Chief."

Hiccup's somber gaze landed on Toothless, grateful for the comforting expression the dragon gave him. He expected you to say something in the meantime, persuade him into thinking he could be ‘the best Chief in the world’ and other motivational remarks that was supposed to make him happier. Your silence on the subject became the reason he slowly glanced back at you, shrugging in a questioning manner. "...What..?"

You lightly shook your head, a near intangible smile climbing onto your lips as you copied him and shrugged too. "Nothing. I'm only wondering why you..assume you can't lead because of what people have said about you in the past." His brows creased at that, puzzled. You rolled your eyes in return. "Don't you know you're already a leader, Hiccup?"

The future Chief blinked, looking as though the mutton stew left a bad taste in his mouth. Groaning in a vexation that was entirely fake, you patted his hand, intentionally keeping your sight on him. "You're already a leader." You repeated, "All the things you've done for Berk these past years, bringing peace between us and dragons, risking your life multiple times, and what happened on the Edge? There's clear evidence that you have the capability to be Chief. In actuality, think of it as another word for a leader. That's it."

You retracted your hand, the action not very enjoyable for him, and your smile grew. "See what I'm trying to get at? You are that leader, Hiccup. There's no point in fighting it."

His disagreement visibly showed, indicating his reluctance to accept it. "Being a Chief and a leader of a small group are two very different things–"

"Ah, what a muttonhead you are.."

"Oh, geez, thanks. That really helped." He muttered, pretending to stand but immediately stopped when you snorted and pulled him down, accidentally bringing him closer to you than where he sat before.

"I'm kidding..! Sort of.." You mumbled the last part, not yet realizing the short space between the both of you. "Plus, you can't leave yet! You haven't even finished your food!" Your expression molded into a slight pout, showing you were completely joking.

Hiccup breathed out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head as he brushed a hand through his hair and kept his gaze on the floor. "Seriously..." He paused, very briefly, "Can I really lead like my dad does..? It just looks...impossible."

You pondered on his question, humming in assiduous consideration of what to say back. "..I think you won't be the exact same, no. But that's a good thing. You are your own person, and I know for a fact that you'll be able to step into the role of Chief with everything Stoick taught you in your own Hiccup way. Plus, you won't be alone — not really. You have Toothless, me, and the others. We won't let you drown in whatever stress it may bring either, so there's no need to worry about that part."

The young, persevering, yet slightly self-doubting man took in your words, his countenance emerging in a revived reassurance like the rising of the dawn, a fragile smile starting its journey of arriving onto his lips once more. "I sure hope you do.." He chuckled quietly, glimpsing at your relieved features. "Well, I guess it helps ease my conscience a little knowing that Snotlout wouldn't be leading an entire tribe.."

"Even better a reason for you to be Chief!" You snorted, doing your best to contain your laughter, "You'll be saving us all by not letting him be in a position like that..!"

Just then, you became aware of the nearness which had been created in the midst of you two, causing your heart to jump at the unexpected proximity as you shifted away, although it wasn't conspicuous enough to be pointed out by him. "..Anyways," You carefully reached for his bowl, suddenly a bit nervous, "You should probably finish your mutton stew or else–"

The speech you formed didn't have the opportunity to finish, mainly because Hiccup moved forward and lightly pecked your cheek, forever silencing you — at least for that split second. You reminded yourself of the bowl you held, leaving you utterly defenseless as an abrupt warmth clothed your face, adorning it in a rich cerise shade.

What gave the future Chief the boldness and confidence to do such a thing, he didn't have one clue, but as he allowed his eyes to rest on you for the second time, he came to terms with what he actually did. Your eyes were widened, mouth slightly gaped, and you appeared to be struggling to grasp the dish.

'Oh, Gods..!'

"I-I, uh, well, thank you so much for..everything, yeah–" Hiccup stuttered, hastily grabbing the vessel out of your shaking clutches, "Me and Toothless should probably, uh, get going..now...because..you know, i-it's late.. I-I, uh, I'm sorry–" He nearly tripped as he stood, using the Night Fury to prevent another accident. "Woops — uh, yeah! We'll be leaving now. Talk to you tomorrow...morning..?" He tacitly asked, even in the middle of his embarrassment.

You were staring off into space, remaining in the same spot as you weakly nodded and offered a thumbs up, "Y-yeah...tomorrow...morning.."

He sheepishly grinned in return, clearing his throat and hesitating to speak about the short kiss, but decided to leave it for...tomorrow. So, with that, he rushed to the door, mutton stew and all, shutting the door as quick as he could.

It had been a few minutes until you were able to physically move, blinking in the pure astonishment of Hiccup's actions. "..huh.." Your hand slowly touched the part of your cheek where he had kissed, being welcomed by the sensation of flushed skin while you glanced at your dish of food .

You chortled.

"He'll have to give my bowl back tomorrow anyways.."

[discountlittlebro]

Have you considered things between three siblings?

Like maybe the older and younger brother like to Dom the middle brother and the middle brother just takes it all :3

Me cracking my knuckles as I prepare to write more brothers filth

Big brother who tells middle brother it’s their responsibility to make sure their little brother knows how to get off, how to fuck properly.

And that’s how they ended up in bed together. Middle brothers back is pressed to his older brothers chest, his legs spread with his younger brother between them.

“Ah…fuck please…I can’t anymore hmmm…”

Big brother who shushes him, kissing his temple and squeezing him tightly.

“Be a good brother, he has to learn yeah?” Big brother coos. “Don’t mind him, little bro. I got him.”

Little brother who nods, biting his lip as he brushes his inexperienced fingers over his brothers folds and through the slick. He’s cum twice already, once when their older brother touched him to show off how it’s done, and twice when his younger brother dove between his legs to suck and lick up the mess.

“Pay attention to his clit, baby boy. It’s sensitive so you have to be careful with it. Our brother doesn’t like it too rough there.”

Little brother brushing his thumb over the swollen bundle of nerves, watching the way his brother writhes and squirms against the older.

“Yeah…it is really sensitive there…he was so loud when I sucked on it.”

Little brother pausing, and looking between the faces of his two older brothers.

“Are…are you sure he can handle more? He’s really shakey.”

“So sweet, baby boy. He can handle it. You can handle alittle more, right sweet boy?”

Big brother who’s brushing the hair from his younger brothers face, smiling at him sweetly as his fingers brush over the perked nipples.

The gentleness of his touches and voice sends shivers up his spine. His head is fuzzy, clouded from the first orgasms he’s had rip through him. His big brother is being so nice, so soft and gentle and patient. Maybe that’s what pushes him to try and suck up his tears as he nods.

“Y…yeah I can handle it..keep going.”

Big brother who beams at him because gods he’s doing so good. He’s so proud of his little brothers and watching them play together is better than he’d ever imagined.

“Good boy, such a good boy. There ya go, sweetheart, we can continue.”

Middle brother who is so so good for his brothers, letting them touch and tease and experiment with him as much as they want. And once they’re done toying with him using their fingers and mouths, he’ll make sure to return the favor and get them off too.

[seokminfilm]

hands 🪄 lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, kissing, skinship, suggestive if you squint (seokmin moans from having his fingertips kissed but nothing more), reader is in love with seokmin's hands, whiny seokmin, seokmin calls reader baby, reader calls seokmin his nicknames (seok, minnie)

🤍 summary, your boyfriend had such pretty hands.

🤍 author's note, this fic came from that one comment my mom made on a inside svt video with seokmin in it ("even his hands are well manicured") 😭 sigh even my mom realizes how dreamy seokmin is jfsjkdsfjkflsd anyways i'll stop goodbye 🚶

🤍 now playing, oh my! (seventeen)

🤍 word count, 532 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"you have such pretty hands, seok." you suddenly say, fingers running over seokmin's soft knuckles.

the two of you sat on the couch, seokmin's eyes currently trained on the movie playing on the tv in front of him. he chuckled at something said in the scene, and then turned his attention to you, face in a confused expression as he apologizes. "i'm sorry baby, i didn't hear you. what did you say?"

giggling softly, you peck seokmin's cheek, eliciting a smile from him as you repeat yourself. "your hands─they're very pretty."

and they were very pretty─seokmin's soft hands had stayed wrapped around yours the whole movie, and you couldn't help but glance down at his warm grip, studying his slender fingers and the way they softly pressed against your skin. you wanted to kiss them, if you were being truthful: you wanted to kiss seokmin's fingertips really badly, pressing soft, tiny kisses to each finger.

"awww, thank you, baby," seokmin's not paying attention to the movie anymore, watching you play with his fingers, twisting the promise ring on his middle finger as you watch it glisten in the television's light.

"i want to kiss them." you say again, and seokmin flushes red, chuckling as his voice mixes with the television. "you want to what?"

"i wanna kiss your fingertips, min." the tiny whine in your voice and sparkles in your eyes nearly makes seokmin lose his mind right there, and he sighs, shaking his head as he nods.

"go ahead, baby. kiss my fingertips." seokmin says the sentence with a hint of dominance, and it makes your face turn red, smiling softly as you take his hand to your lips, kissing each fingertip softly.

seokmin's lost sight of everything he should have been focusing on─a plot twist was happening on the screen right now, and he swore he could hear the coffee machine in the kitchen stopping, but couldn't bring himself to get up.

his cheeks were flaring up at your softness, reveling in the way you'd let your soft lips gently touch his manicured fingertips, and the tiny moans and sighs were proof of it. you, on the other hand, were on cloud nine─seokmin's eyes were shut as he let his head fall back in the plushness of the couch. his lips were parted in a tiny "o", and he whined a bit before you pulled away.

"your fingertips taste good." you say after a few more kisses, and seokmin sighs, face a blaring red now as he glares at you.

"i think you're saying that because i just embarrassed myself in front of you." seokmin mumbles to himself, and you chuckle, falling into his chest as you shake your head.

"no, they do taste really good! like caramel." you sigh, and seokmin chuckles, laughter spilling past his plump lips as he sighs heavily. you and him both know he was snacking on caramel popcorn before you two had started the movie─now you were just stating obvious facts to make seokmin laugh at you.

"you're such a dork, baby," he mutters, and you nod, laughing as you scrunch your nose at a kiss seokmin places on your forehead.

"your dork, yeah."

[kiivg]

.And I get down with crooked men, but I am the boy I've always been.

[pinguwuuuu]

“Beer is supposed to be shared between friends~”

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A quickie inspired by a fanfic I couldn’t get out of my head :P

@whitefoxfiction sent this fic to me (THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY EYES) and it’s by @electronicwitchcollection (Bleachbabe23 on Ao3). It’s a NSFW oneshot and it’s SO GOOD. I’ll try and link it in the comments CAUSE Y’ALL NEED TO READ IT.

All these amazing fics are killing me, so many ideas from them to draw, so little time :’)

[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran HCs (and a special something at the end!)

So I basically fell in love with this nameless man I wrote on a whim- And now I’m giving the dude a name now- My precious moot helped me to cement his identity as a jaded, Russian veteran and I obviously leaped at the chance of making an old dilf. I fucking love this man- 😀

This is definitely NSFW so…

MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.

That’s better! ❤️

Soft Yandere! Veteran who’s at least twenty-five years your senior— and makes sure that you remember that. He’ll make sure that any bratty attitude coming from you will be promptly shut down. Whether it’ll be through a spanking session or giving your mouth something better to do… Well. It depends on how much you’ve pissed him off already. ^^

(Don’t worry, though. He’s too much of a softie to not ensure that you’ll enjoy every second of your “punishment~” 😮‍💨)

“In my days, cadets used to have their teeth smashed in if they mouthed off to their superiors. Shouldn’t you thank me for my leniency, love?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who makes sure that you’re always well fed. He may have some food insecurity problems, and would never want his beloved to ever experience that gnawing hunger he felt in his earlier years. So say au revoir to any diets you want to do!

He’s a good cook too, so you bet he’s going to feed you every time you see each other. You’re always going to be greeted with food as aftercare— there’s no arguing on that. He will force-feed you. 😓

“A diet? Tch. You don’t need that. Just eat, dear. You need the nutrients for later.”

Speaking of aftercare! Soft Yandere! Veteran who knows exactly what to do after years of fucking women. …And maybe some men but we don’t talk about his soldier years- The man will wipe you down and massage every part of your body that aches after his rough treatment. Believe in the old man who has chronic pain every day because of what he did in his youth- He definitely knows how to relieve any muscle aches. 😌

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is a huge cuddler. He’s taller than you and is just a brickhouse— you’re not going anywhere if he wants to cuddle with you. He probably has a size kink, loves seeing you try to fit him in your mouth. He’ll be so condescending about it too, goading you on while he’s reading the newspaper like the senile man he is. 😩

“Come on, love~ Is that really the best you can do? You can take a bit more, right? For me~?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is Russian! The man never speaks crass words, though— always a gentleman through and through. His mama taught him right! He has to make sure that you remember your manners with him too! Say please and then he might give you what you want. It depends, though. Have you been a polite lover to him today? 🤔

“Mmm… I don’t know, Солнце… You’ve been so naughty today. I think you should beg some more for my cock~”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who has episodes of depression whenever he remembers the young men he killed in the battlefield. You can find him on the floor while staring at his countless medals— bottles of everclear on the floor with a few cigar buds in the ashtray nearby. A hug from you will help him a lot…

(Please replace the bitter cigar in his mouth with your sweet lips. Give him something else to think about. Better yet, why don’t you spread those thighs of yours? That will always get the old man going! 😊)

“...Thank you, лапочка. I needed this.”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who will never let you go. You’re just too pure for the world… He’s directly seen how dirty humans can be. You’re like a spring breeze to him, allowing him to relax his mind for the first time since he was drafted. Just listen to everything he says. Don’t you believe in him? 🥺

“...People… They can be cruel. Especially to wounded rabbits like you.”

You didn’t think that I’d just make headcanons after painting a scene in your head, right? Dear gods no! I want to be a nice author to you all! (At least until my mind decides to switch up and make angst- But you’re all safe! For now.) 😈

Anyways! I’m going to show y’all a blowjob scene with this old man now! Have fun! ^^

(It’s gender neutral this time because you’re sucking his dick-)

You thought he was being too cruel right now. Here you were: on your knees, serving the man while he was enjoying his morning cup of coffee. If you could talk, you would’ve whined at him for his attention; to get that dumb paper out of the way so he could fuck your mouth like you knew he could. He was undoubtedly affected by the way your lips were wrapped around not even half of his cock, though. There was a reason why his hand had a firm grip on your hair— not allowing you to pull away nor go deeper.

The old man had way too much patience compared to you, not even budging when you start to paw at his clothed thighs. He’s spent years on the battlefield, dear. The man can neglect his own needs as long as you learn your lesson. Your parents must have not taught you very well, but that’s fine! He can show you exactly how to stay in the lines.

Your desperate whimpers send shivers down his spine, the vibrations making his warm cock grow hotter— a familiar warmth pooling underneath his stomach. His hand tightens around your locks, a deep sigh escaping from his lips before he even knew it. You got what you wanted, his attention. And oh… You have his full attention.

A low growl was your only warning before he forced his cock down your throat— his hands now occupied with pulling your hair like it were a horse’s reins. You couldn’t breathe; he was big, and he knew that. You could barely see his sly grin through your tears, but you could feel it. By the way his hand was kept on the back of your head to keep your spit-covered lips on his cock. By the way his other hand was patting the top of your head so affectionately. By the way he cooed at you like he wasn’t choking you on his dick right now.

“Aww~ Is there something you want to say, Солнце? Come on~ Use your words for me, hm?”

The bastard was taking pleasure in your helplessness; he knew that your throat was far too occupied to do anything but let out a few muffled whimpers. Whimpers that went straight down to his weeping cock, his balls tightening even more when he sees how prettily you were silently begging for his mercy. The old man was just getting his rocks off at this point.

He kept on using you, bobbing your head over and over again— he was an old soldier, he knew precisely how long he could keep you gagging before you’d pass out. It was like a game to him in a way, seeing how far he could physically push you before you were on the brink of passing out. You were seeing both stars in your eyes and black spots; your adrenaline peaking from this deadly game. One where all you could do was trust the man in front of you that he knew what he was doing.

His endurance was no joke even after over a decade, you didn’t know how long it was before you could finally taste something bitter on your tongue— his head tilting up as he groaned. You were still gagging, your head pushed as far as possible when he came in your throat. The thick, slimy liquid going down your throat effortlessly as he slowly slides you off his limp dick. A round of coughs greeting you after your lungs were suddenly filled with oxygen after a while with barely any.

All he did was pat your head, grabbing a cloth from the table to clean up the mixture of his cum and your drool and tears off your face. His palms tenderly cupping your cheeks afterward— steadily lifting your face up before he presses a soft kiss on your now clean lips. A satisfied smile curving up his lips when he sees your blissed out, lost expression; your usual bratty self not seen at all.

“Hm… Better.”

Translation:

Солнце = sunshine

лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie

BRO. THIS. THIS DOES THINGS TO ME. Y'ALL LIKE THIS OLD MAN TOO, HUH??

"I know what you are."

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Married hero x villain

When villain just comes to hero’s rescue right after they’ve been severely tortured by supervillain (or superhero, whichever one is fine), and hero breaks down bc they lost their wedding ring during the fight and villain is like “baby that ring is nothing compared to your own life and safety, plus I can always buy you a new one.”

“Fuck, your stats are horrible,” the villain noticed. They still stared at the calibrations their little device offered, refusing to believe that the hero was in such a bad condition and still conscious.

Then again, the hero wasn’t quite human.

“I’m so sorry,” the hero whispered. The tears wouldn’t stop and the villain’s heart splintered with every drop.

“It’s not your fault,” the villain said. They tried to be rational, to shut off their emotions and concentrate on the hero instead of their anger. The villain knew they would take care of the supervillain later and they knew it wouldn’t be pretty. Carefully, they wiped the tears and blood from the hero’s face. “You’re safe now.”

“I can’t really breathe,” the hero said.

“I know, your left lung collapsed.”

“Has that ever happened before?” the hero asked. The villain could tell they were in immense pain but refused to show it.

“Yeah, a few months ago. It wasn’t this bad, though. Now, come here.” The villain pulled up their spouse but they noticed too late the hero’s ankles were broken. The hero moaned — nearly screamed — and the villain picked them up immediately, just like on their wedding day.

The fabric of the villain’s suit twisted in the hero’s hand.

“Shit, I scanned you all over, how did I miss this…?”

“Scan probably crashed. Happened to me when I tried to scan a dead person. Too much info. They really messed me up this time,” the hero whispered. The villain felt them shake in their arms, felt blood soaking through their own suit.

“Hey, it’s okay,” the villain said. They tried not to hold their spouse too close. They didn’t want to cause any more harm.

But despite the villain’s plan, they felt their own sanity slipping away. They had to swallow a sour taste in their mouth, had to blink away tears.

The villain needed to be strong for their hero but deep down, they knew how this was breaking them. How all of this was made to break them. Stealing their spouse in the middle of the night, torturing them, hiding them, playing with them; all of it happened because the supervillain wanted to toy with them.

Panic was an old companion and the villain was sure they would meet them soon enough. And if that happened, panic would beat the living shit out of them.

“Let’s go home,” the villain said, their voice shaking.

“Honey, I need to tell you something,” the hero said and the villain held onto them a little tighter, protective and worried. Their spouse was doing pretty well for nearly dying. No doubt, their superpowers made them harder to kill, but the hero was dangerously good at pretending they were fine.

The villain risked a look down at them in their arms and there were even more tears on the hero’s cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” they sobbed and the villain had a million horrible suspicions running through their mind. What had happened to their hero? What had they done to them? The villain was losing it, was going to murder the supervillain with their own hands. “They took my ring.”

The hero’s tears wouldn’t stop, in fact everything got worse. The villain could tell they tried to swallow their tears. But their lips trembled and their eyes were red.

“Honestly? I’m just glad you’re alright.” One crack, then two. The villain’s voice gave up and so did the villain. They let the little wall in their mind crumble completely and let emotions take over. Everything broke down and the tears followed. They held the hero close, shaking.

Likewise, the hero stopped pretending and let the tears fall.

It was a curse. Pretending to be alright, so you wouldn’t worry your significant other. The villain hadn’t planned this but they couldn’t help it. Maybe the hero was the only person they could be their rawest self with. Maybe the hero was the only person who truly, deeply knew them.

Someone who had seen all the ugly parts, all the disgusting parts, all the faults and mistakes, all the imperfections and unpleasantries. Someone who, despite all, stayed.

“Oh god, my love,” the villain sobbed between tears, “god, I thought you were gone.”

“You’re not mad?” the hero asked and the villain shook their head, lost in complete despair. They needed a second to gather themselves.

“It’s just a ring,” the villain whispered. The hero wiped tears off the villain’s cheeks and the villain had to smile softly. “Marriage is so much more than one ring. All I ask for is your safety.”

The hero leaned their head against the villain’s chest. They seemed calmer as their fingers went over the villain’s forearm.

“I can always buy you a new one,” the villain promised. “But first, we have to get out of here.”

For the next few months, the villain didn’t let the healing hero out of their sight.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[shiningstarr15]

What happens when you end up sick as a dog for a week?

Your comfort character gets it (sorry nessa ily 🥺)

Anyway here’s some doodles of a sick ness being taken care of by her family 🤒💞🐻

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

me, hyping myself up for another long ass shift: I get to torment the curtis brothers when I get home, I get to make Johnny cade feral when I get home, I get to give Dallas Winston the worst day of his life when I get home, I get to make Soda n Steve insane for each other when I get home, I-

[kairithemang0]

Curt and Owen growing old together puts a little smile on my face, because I think it put a smile on their faces.

[bealzebubs-blog]

What's wrong airplane-bro? What did you see???

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[leighsartworks216]

A part of me is like "This isn't accurate to how it would be irl"

And then the other part of me is like "It doesn't have to be accurate to real life cuz it's fanfiction!"

[lambilegs]

trying so hard to believe in the love I write about

[smilesrobotlover]

It was well past midnight when a knock came at Maya’s door. She was hunched over her research, scribbling in different notes and ideas for her creations. Being a doctor was her day job, but by night she was exploring the Sheikah technology, and boy did she love it. But it was too easy to get sucked into her research, and she only realized the time when she glanced at her clock, wondering who could be knocking at her door. She stood up and stretched, feeling slight relief for her aching back, and she dragged herself to the door, taking a peek before opening it.

On the other side was the king and queen of Hyrule.

Maya gasped and threw the door open, bowing her head slightly.

“Your highnesses. To what do I owe this pleasure?” She greeted, and the king stepped in, with his wife following. Behind them was the princess of Hyrule and the young prince, who looked exhausted.

“Our son is sick,” the king quickly explained, gesturing to the prince. “He has been for a while. The other doctors don’t know what’s going on… I—“ the king looked down, bowing his head. “Please help us.”

Maya narrowed her eyes, staring at the young prince.

“Well, let’s get him fixed up then!” She said, rushing to get her supplies and assistants. The groggy assistants started measuring the boy, checking his nose, throat, eyes, everything. They spotted an agitated throat and congested nose, yet nothing else seemed to be wrong. Maya frowned, knowing that a common cold would not be enough to send the royal family and doctors in a frenzy. She turned to the king and queen, taking out her notebook and pen.

“What has he been dealing with?” Maya asked, and the couple glanced at each other.

“Lately he’s been…. Drinking a lot of water,” the queen explained. “Like, a lot of water. And he’s also really tired.”

“Really tired,” Maya repeated, scribbling the information down in her notebook.

“He’s uh…” the queen leaned in, her voice dropping, “he’s been wetting the bed too. But he doesn’t want us to know.”

Maya nodded. “I bet that’d be embarrassing for a… how is he?”

“Thirteen.”

“Yes, that’d be quite embarrassing for a thirteen-year-old.”

Maya turned to her assistant, who had his brows pinched together.

“His knuckles are very dry, his vision is blurry, and he seems rather fatigued.”

Maya narrowed her eyes. Tired was one thing, fatigued was another. She handed her assistant a clear bottle and nodded.

“Have him pee in this.”

The king and queen glanced at each other, looking mildly concerned. The prince looked confused when he was given the bottle, but he went to the back to do his business, and the king stepped closer to Maya.

“What’s happening? Do you have an idea on what this is?”

Maya sighed, shrugging. “It could be a lot of things, your highness. I just want to make sure I check everything.”

The prince returned to the group, handing the bottle to Maya’s assistant, and he gave the bottle to Maya’s outstretched hand. She uncorked the bottle, stared at the liquid inside, and gave the king and queen a nod.

“Bon Appetit,” she said before taking a swig. The queen gasped and the king started gagging, everyone turning away from Maya as she focused on the taste. It was truly atrocious, but with that flavor was also a hint of sugary sweetness.

Which wasn’t good.

Spitting out the urine back into the bottle, she glanced up at the sky while her assistant got her a mouthwash, which she gratefully took.

“Wh-what was that? Why did you drink that?” The king exclaimed, his skin a few shades lighter.

“I didn’t drink it, I simply tasted it,” Maya corrected, swishing the mouthwash and spitting it out. She let out a sigh and faced the king and queen, a somber look in her eyes. “Now, you’re going to have to sit down for this.”

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[cursedcola]

NO TAKEBACKS ROBBIE THERE BETTER BE A TIME TRAVEL DLC NOW

(Everyone go play this game. It’s fantastic and a creative marvel in the grandest way.)