#No but I do like how. he looks w/ a bit of facial hair. got a Yeehaw vibe to him

[cognitosclowns]

Damn I’m really on a Humanization kick lately

[transformation4life]

Army, Man

Juan was your average guy before his life was changed forever. Decent grades at his dream college, but no friends to speak of. So when he received a letter to join the US army in his assigned mailbox Juan was very confused. "The army? They must joking." Juan spoke as he looked at the recruitment flyer in his dorm room.

Juan and being enlisted in the army sounded like a twisted joke to him. He was scrawny and could barely do one pushup in gym class. Either way, Juan noticed a number at the bottom of the flyer in big bold letters and some voice in his head was nagging at him to call it.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt. Maybe it'll be fun! Who knows!" So Juan grabbed his phone and dialed the number.

Some rings later and it sounded like a guy picked a phone. "Hey there, Name's Gruff, I'm assuming you're calling cause of the flyer you got in the mail, yeah?" Gruff's was deep and masculine. Definitely Juan's type but I bet he was straight.

"Y-Yeah! I thought I'd give it a shot since it's not like I got anything better to do!"

"That's the spirit man! Our army count has been real low due to... events so even one guy joining is great! But first I just need to ask you a few questions..." "A-Alright. Go on ahead..." Juan had to wonder what they would ask. "First question! Are you sure you want to join the army?" Gruff's tone was dead serious on this one and it shook Juan up a bit. "U-Uh... Yeah!" Juan was too far in to quit now at least that was his reasoning.

"Wonderful! Next question. How muscular are you?"

Juan frowned. As mentioned before, he barely had muscle and never went to the gym. Still, he felt the need to answer honestly.

"N-Not really sir. Sorry." "Haha don't worry about it! Alright that's all see you soon!" Gruff hung up before Juan could even say bye.

Juan was a bit shaken but that wasn't too bad. Juan pondered the interaction and something hit him. "Wait... I didn't tell him my address and he said he'll see me soo-" A wave of pain immediately hit Juan and he fell to the floor.

It wasn't before long Juan's body began to grow and get more muscular. Juan's arms became much beefier as his biceps were the size of sports balls. Six perfect abs popped onto Juan's stomach as his nonexistent chest began to inflate and become thick poppable pecs as his back expanded to support his new musculature making his tshirt real tight. Soon after, Juan's neck got thicker as his adam's apple was now ever more prominent than before as he gained some facial hair around his mouth. Juan's legs were next to grow as his thighs became much larger and his legs more defined as feet increased some sizes. Luckily Juan wasn't wearing any shoes but Juan's socks definitely didn't survive the growth. Some more minor changes appeared like a bigger dick and Juan's body aging physically. It's a miracle none of Juan's clothes ripped apart but it's not like it mattered anyway as Juan's apparel began to change.

Juan's graphic tee became more tough material and more generic as it became a dark green. It was still tight around Juan's figure though. Next up was Juan's pants as it gained a camouflage pattern and became cargo pants. A belt magically appeared and looped around the belt holes of his news pants as well as an army hat wrapping around Juan's head. Juan's socks were stitched back together and went a dark black and suddenly army boots were now being worn by Juan. The last change was an army tag appearing around Juan's neck saying "Juan Graham". Juan was now the definition of a buff army man.

Once the pain subsided and Juan regained his bearings he readjusted his glasses and looked at the mirror nearby. "What the- WHAT THE FU- Oh god, my voice... my EVERYTHING!" Juan was amazed but also scared. He gained muscles in seconds but how?

And before Juan could question things further, Juan's phone rang once again. Juan saw that it was the army recruit number. He concluded they must be involved so he answered the call.

"Hey Juan, ready for your first day?" It was Gruff again "First day? You did this to me, didn't you?"

"Not sure what you mean, but you agreed to join the army and we need you now." "But I don't even know anything about how to do anythin-" One more sound of pain hit Juan as memories of years of military training and gym workouts filled his mind. Everything he could ever need to be in the army was now in his brain. Juan now much more confident started a new sentence. "Nevermind. When does the car get here?"

"That's our Juan! Should be there soon. You can walk out and wait already." "Perfect. See you soon." Juan hung up and left his dorm and old life behind. It was probably for the best anyway. He much preferred being a beefcake army man than some twink in college.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Apologies for not posting for a couple months. I got major writer's block but here's a story for you guys hope you like it!

[tommydarlings]

I’ll take care of you | c.l

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: none :)

w/c: 0.7k

summary: You didn’t knew that men could be so gentle and careful with women after they’ve had sex, at least not before you me the sweet Ferrari driver charles leclerc.

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“That was… amazing.” You mumbled quietly, breathing still a bit uneven. The Ferrari driver chuckled, brushing his hair out of his face before he sat up, back now facing you.

Your legs were still shaking a bit, hair messy and a tiny bit sweaty, completely sprawled out over the soft cushions.

You turned your head and looked over to Charles, watching him standing up after putting his boxers and sweatpants on.

While he was in the bathroom, you slowly stood up and grabbed your clothes, collecting them all in your hands before you put them on the bed.

Right when you wanted to put your thong back on, you heard your one night stand entering the room again.

“Hey, why are you up? Get back into bed, mon amour.” He told you, hands already getting a hold of your hips since your legs were still shaking. You turned around and looked at the monaguesque, not understood why you should do that.

You furrowed your brows, “Shouldn’t I leave?”

He shook his head, “I mean, if you want to leave, then you can leave but not before I didn’t take care of you.” He said.

“You-”

“No discussion ma jolie, please lay down again.” Charles quietly demanded in a kindhearted tone.

You gulped and laid down onto the soft and probably rather expensive sheets again, looking up at him with a confused gaze.

Charles quickly noticed your facial expression, “Why do you look so confused mon amour?” Body already towering over you, hands spreading your shaking legs before he grabbed a wet washcloth.

You stared down at the washcloth, not understanding why he got that in his hand.

“For what do you need a wet washcloth?” He tilted his head as he heard your question, smile slowly forming on his lips.

“And why are you smiling now?”

After hearing that, his smile fell, facial expression now looking like he’s… disappointed? Why should he be disappointed?

Now it was your turn to tilt your head, basically asking him why he looks at you with those sad and slightly angry eyes.

Charles quickly went to work and cleaned your slightly sticky body with the small washcloth, being very careful while doing so.

After a few seconds of silence between the two of you, he spoke up,

“So that’s why you wanted to leave.” He mumbled, hands now putting your thong back on and then caressing your leg. “Not because you wanted, because you felt like you had to, right?” The Ferrari driver asked you, eyes now focused on your face.

You only furrowed your brows before you sat up, eyes not leaving his, “Well, I-I thought that you d-didn’t wanted to h-have me here anymore since y-you’ve already-” you briefly took a deep breath,

“used me.” You finished your statement in a quiet tone before you broke the eye contact between him and you.

Charles shook his head as you gulped, quickly coming closer to you.

“What? Used you? Do you mean as in… used your body?” He asked you, obviously not believing that you would actually think of something like that but on the other hand he also didn’t know how you’ve been treated in the past by… men.

You bit your lip while the monaguesque reached out to pull your barely covered body onto his almost naked lap, thumbs caressing your slightly cold thighs.

You nodded and his eyes immediately widened, “No má cherie, god no! Oh mon dieu.” Oh my god.

Charles eyes suddenly grew softer and softer by every comfortably second that went by, his hands gently glided up and down your thighs but didn’t went to high. He looked at you before he leaned forward and lovingly kissed your forehead,

“I don’t know that these disgusting men in the past did to you or said to you, but I am not like them, okay? I promise ma joulie.” Lips still lingering on your shivering skin,

“I’ll treat you like you deserved to be treated. With respect, kindness, tenderness and most importantly… love.” Charles whispered in a very gently tone before you put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

“Okay… thank you.” You quietly answered as you intertwined your fingers with his soft hair.

He sighed, “No need to thank me, baby.”

[ranhaitanisgf]

May I request Ran with “enemies/rivals to lovers” where Ran accidentally hurts reader (with his words), he goes too far. Usually they tease and make fun of each other but this really hurt y/n, maybe it was one of her insecurities. Anyways, he makes it up too her by taking her “star gazing” and apologizing to her. Thanks!!!!!!!!

— ran haitani // enemies to lovers // stargazing

☆ ˎˊ˗ did i go overboard. well yes. but i chose this one in honor of changing my username ! im in love w this man ur honor. srsly tho i loveee writing the silly little banter with the ran fics its actually so fun :D hope yall enjoyyyy xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader implied

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 2.0k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you’re not exactly sure what’s going on right now. 

one moment, you were lazing around your apartment, watching a drama and eating all the junk food you could see, and the next moment you were slung over ran haitani’s shoulder. 

what?

if you’d known that answering the door would have resulted in this, you would have just ignored it. 

“you stupid motherfucker!! let me down right now!!” you yelled, wiggling around trying to escape. ran’s grip around you was iron tight, making it next to impossible to try and get out. “can you just leave me the hell alone?! i was watching my drama!!” 

“nope.” 

“god, you’re such a douchebag sometimes.” you sighed, feeling defeated. there was probably no way you were going to escape back to your apartment if you hadn’t by this point, so you gave up. “what do you even want from me?? i thought you said you don’t like to talk to girls who are nerds ‘cause they freak you out or something.” 

“...”

“are you even going to tell me where we’re going??” 

“...”

“ran haitani!! answer me!!” ran said nothing once again, completely ignoring you as he exited your apartment building. as he kept walking, you heard the faint rumble of an engine, the rumble getting louder as he kept walking. 

finally, his grip loosened around you, though you were a bit caught off guard by how gently he let you down from his shoulder. his hands held you steady by your waist as you stumbled a bit, feeling a bit dizzy from being upside down. 

“ran, seriously, what’re you doing…?” you muttered, brushing his hands off from you. “it’s like 9pm! why are you here?!” 

“get on.” 

“what?” you got no response, instead watching as he settled himself in the front seat of his motorcycle, which you now realized was the cause of the rumbling sound. 

“are you going to get on?” ran asked, turning his head a bit to look at you. you think that your big mistake here was looking him in his eyes; when you saw the emotion and turmoil swirling in his hazy purple irises, you couldn’t help but to oblige. 

“fine, but only ‘cause you’re acting weird. if someone breaks into my apartment, you have to pay for everything since i know you didn’t lock the door.” you muttered, getting on the back seat of his motorcycle. 

you waited for the bike to revv up and for him to start driving, but he paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking. after a moment, he turned around and reached behind you, searching for something in the back compartment. that same cool expression was on his face, making you feel a bit dumb for feeling so flustered at the sudden lack of space between the two of you. for crying out loud, his face was right next to yours! how was he so calm? 

you couldn’t help but notice that he had foregone his usual braids, instead leaving his hair down. the way that his hair framed his face now covered the sharpness of some of his facial features, making him seem a lot less intimidating and more soft than he normally was. 

he let out a small hum when he found what he was looking for, leaning back from you holding a helmet in his hands. he gently put it on your head, looking at you for a moment longer than was probably necessary before turning back around, his back to you. 

what the hell…

as ran started drive off, you realized that there was a con to him having his hair down; as he started to speed up, his hair whipped right in your face, making you sputter as you tried to avoid it. 

“if it’s bothering you, come closer.” you heard him say. you had no idea what kind of face he was making right now, though it was probably the same cool and collected expression as always. what did he even mean by that? does he know how suggestive he sounds? 

as much as you didn’t like him, you also didn’t like having his hair continuously assaulting your face, so you scooted a bit closer to him. as he said, it was a little bit better, though his hair was still getting in your face. 

you were finally given a break at the next stoplight, giving you a moment to take in the cool night’s air. despite the strange circumstances, you had to admit that being on a motorcycle always gave you a sense of comfort in some kind of way. you enjoyed feeling the wind on your face and seeing everything passing by; it made it seem like nothing else in the world mattered except for that moment. 

suddenly, you felt yourself being pushed forward a whole lot more than was considered ‘friendly’. your chest made contact with ran’s back, your head awkwardly propped near his shoulder. looking to the side, you realized that ran had hooked his arm around your back and had pushed you forward, which you found to be somewhat of a feat considering the distance between the two of you, (you supposed he had his lanky arms and stature to thank for that). 

“hey! what the hell was that?!” 

“just helpin’ you out, doll.” 

“whatever.” 

despite the flippant way you muttered the word, you could feel the nervousness all bundled up inside you, twisting your stomach into knots. you weren’t sure what to even think at this point; what was he even trying to do here? last time you’d seen him…

“you freak me out when you talk like that; you’re really gonna be single forever if you keep acting like that.” 

so what the hell was he doing now? why was he suddenly acting like nothing had happened? 

although your thoughts were troubled by his strange behavior, you felt a bit awkward just leaning against him like a noodle, so you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping your grip loose. there were no words exchanged between the two of you for the rest of the drive, which gave you plenty of time to try and decipher his odd behavior. 

you weren’t sure how much time passed before ran pulled over to the side of the road, slowing down and coming to a stop. your arms unwrapped themselves from around his waist and you leaned back, looking around. 

he had brought you to a quiet part of the sumida river, the land around you slowly dipping until it met with the edges of the river. looking around, you couldn’t see any part of tokyo or any city buildings closeby, making you wonder just how far away he had taken you. 

“hey, where are we right now?” you asked, getting off of his bike and stretching a bit. “it feels like we came kind of a long way.” 

“i just followed the river for a bit. we aren’t too far from tokyo.” ran answered, flipping the kickstand down as he got off his bike. he pocketed his keys and slipped his fingers through his hair, fixing it a bit after the wind messed it up a bit. 

“so, are you going to tell me why we’re here?” 

“come on.” ran walked in front of you, walking down the steep grassy hill towards the river. you reluctantly followed, jogging a bit to catch up with his long strides. 

“y’know, with the cryptic way you’re acting, i could think that you brought me here to murder me or something.” 

“...” 

“uh, ran? you’re not actually gonna murder me, right?” 

“no.” 

“okay, right.” the two of you reached the bottom of the hill, standing there for a moment before ran laid down. you were unsure of what exactly was going on, but you laid down next to him, getting a bit worried. 

“hey…did something happen? is everything alright?” you were facing the sky that was littered with stars, but you could tell that ran was taking a moment to think before saying something. 

“you could say that.” 

“huh? what-?” 

“you’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?” 

“...” now you were the one who was silent, unsure of how to respond to his question. he was right; you had been avoiding him. it wasn’t his fault that you had gotten butthurt over what was supposed to be a joke, but you hadn’t been able to help your feelings. the two of you joked and insulted each other all the time, so why was it that you were so hurt over that one comment? 

you already knew why, but you weren’t going to tell him, not in a million years. 

“you know i didn’t mean it.”

“i don’t know, maybe you did.” you answered flatly. “i don’t know why you even hang out with me. i’m always wondering if you’re gonna just up and leave one day and never talk to me again.” 

“i wouldn’t do that to you.” 

“you can’t say it’s not outside of your character though, can you? you’ve done that to other people, no?” 

“it’s different with you.” you laughed coldly at that, choosing to ignore it. 

“why are you even bringing this up right now? why come all the way here to talk about this when we could have just talked outside of my apartment?” you peered over at ran, feeling a bit infuriated to see the same damn expression on his face as always. 

“am i not allowed to do something to try and apologize?” he asked, suddenly sitting up and looking towards you. “you’re right that i’ve done that to other people, but you’re not other people. you…” for the first time, you saw his face screw up in frustration, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed together. “fuck…you’re just different, okay? i felt like shit after i said that crap, and i felt even more shitty when you started avoiding me. so-” he took a breath, his face going back to his usual calm expression. “-i’m sorry.” 

what. just. happened.

for a longer time than you would care to admit, you laid there staring at him with your mouth wide open, wondering if you were in the real world. to be fair, how were you supposed to believe this was real? the ran haitani, apologizing? to you? 

“you…you’re not fucking with me, right?” you questioned, sitting up slowly. 

“...no.” ran murmured, his gaze fixed on the river in front of you. “i can take you back home now, if you want.” 

“no!” ran quirked an eyebrow at you at your sudden response, his violet gaze turning to you. “i mean, uh, it’s fine. i like it here.” ran smirked a bit at your explanation, laying back down. 

“y’know doll, if i didn’t know any better, i would say that you’re nervous right now. why’re you nervous, hm?” the teasing lilt to his words made your cheeks feel warm, making you lay back down to avoid his gaze. 

“you think i’m nervous? i’m not nervous, i don’t know what you’re talking…about…” your words tapered off as ran moved closer to you, his arm slipping under your frame and pulling you against him. he tucked your head under his chin, his arm moving to rest around your waist. 

“hm, i guess you’re not nervous then. what a shame. you’re pretty cute when you’re nervous~” the close proximity allowed you to feel the vibrations of his voice rumbling through his chest as he spoke, making your heartbeat speed up exponentially. 

“what…what do you think you’re-?”

“shh, look at the stars. that’s why i brought you here.” for some reason, his words immediately shut you up, your emotions being too extreme to say anything snarky back. all you knew at that moment was ran; his voice and the teasing tone he always has, his hair that’s splayed all around him making it seem like he’s an angel, his lazy purple eyes that are looking at you right now despite him saying to look at the sky. 

“you-”

“shh.”

you supposed that you could just look at the stars for now.

[lnfours]

haunted w conrad GO

okay so you’re trying to fucking kill me. i’m convinced. warnings: language, mentions of drinking, a little bit of fluff, angst and just pure heartbreak idk.

inbox 💌 | listen

if there was one thing you knew about conrad fisher, it was that he was unpredictable.

you had always been friends with the fisher and conklin siblings, living next door to them every summer for as long as you could remember. it wasn't a secret that you and conrad were the closest out of the group. but, as the two of you got older, you had realized that it was because you had fallen for the brunette boy with floppy hair that always seems to end up in his eyes no matter how short he cuts it.

you thought back to the moment on the dock, the two of you laughing as you sat with your feet in his lap. he was looking down at his phone, trying to figure out which song to play next on the speaker. belly, jere, and steven were all back by the pool, laughing loudly and carrying on.

you looked over at him as you caught his glance, you smiled, "what?"

she shook his head, "nothing,"

you raised an eyebrow, "sure it's not just nothing, con?" you could tell when he was trying his best to keep a secret, but it never worked. not around you, anyway.

"i just... you have a crush on me?" he asked, his lips turned up in a smile. your eyes widened as you sat up.

"uhm," you trailed off, looking at his expression. he didn't seem grossed out and if anything, he looked relieved? "uhm, yeah. how do you know?"

he smiled, "belly."

you rolled your eyes, "that girl is going to be the death of me."

he laughed, "it's okay. i mean, i guess i kind of have a thing for you, too."

you looked over at him, "you have a crush... on me?"

he smiled, nodding as he moved closer to you. you smiled as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "i do,"

your heart pounded against your ribs as you smiled, "cool."

"cool." he echoed back.

you made the mistake of looking down at his lips. he smiled softly, doing the same. you had always wanted this exact moment to happen, every wish on a candle, every penny in a fountain, you had wished for him. for this moment.

and now it was finally happening.

"can i kiss you?" he asked. you nodded your head.

"please."

he smiled before connecting your lips with his. every thing about the kiss was all you'd been waiting for. it was finally happening.

and the two of you had been together ever since. even during the spring, fall and winter, he was yours during every season.

now it was the next summer, and everything had changed from when you'd last seen him. he was quieter, kept to himself more. spending his days daydrinking, and smoking more. something was off, and it was like he was forcing himself to act happy around you.

you had tried asking him about it, but he always just shut you out, insisting he was fine when he really wasn't.

you sat in your bed, putting down your book as your phone buzzed on the mattress next to you.

connie can we talk?

your heart dropped, things like this never ended well.

y/n beach in 5?

connie sounds good

you tugged on a hoodie and slipped on your flip flops before making your way out the back door. you walked onto the beach, spotting conrad sitting down in the sand.

"you wanted to talk?" you asked, hugging your knees to your chest. he looked down at the sand by his feet, not making eye contact with you.

red flag number one.

"i uhm," he started, brining a hand up to run through his hair, "i think that we should put us on pause, for a minute.."

his voice trailed off as looked over at him, "are you serious?"

he finally decided to look over at you, his eyes red. had he been crying?

"yeah," he said, "i just... i don't think we should do this, not right now, anyway."

he knew that look on your face, you weren't listening to what he was saying, instead your eyes studied his facial features, "what's wrong, conrad? what aren't you telling me?"

he groaned, "for fucks sake, are you even listening?"

you repeated your question, "are you listening to me? i'm trying to help you!"

"i don't need your fucking help, y/n!" he was yelling now, standing up as he rubbed his face with his hands, "jesus."

you looked at him, standing up to face him again, "why're you pushing me out? what's going on, just talk to me. please."

the please came out quieter than you had meant for it to, and he knew it was because you were on the brink of tears. he looked over at you, "this was a mistake."

you looked at him confused, "what was?"

"us," he didn't mean it, he just was doing what he knew how to do best, push people out and hurt the ones you love the most.

you scoffed, looking away from him and looking out towards the ocean. the moon was hitting the water at just the right angle for it to reflect onto the waves. it would've been a pretty sight, a nice moment if he hadn't ruined it.

ruined you. with that one word. mistake.

you thought you had conrad all figured out up until now. up until this summer, he was different.

"don't leave it like this," you whispered, looking back at him with tears in your eyes. he desperately wanted to reach out to you, tell you he didn't mean any of it. tell you the truth about his mom's cancer, and his dad's affair.

but he couldn't. he didn't know how to.

"please, don't," you whispered, "i love you."

he let a tear fall from his eyes as he shook his head, turning to walk away, "i'm sorry."

he ignored you calling back for him as you stood on the beach. you were frozen in the sand, watching the love of your life walk away from you. he let the tears roll off his cheeks and disintegrate into the sand as he walked away from the one form of true love he had ever felt.

you.

[carmenberzattosgf]

Carmy trying to make reader squirt 🤭 it somehow comes up casually and reader is like “oh yeah lol it happened to me once a few years ago but idk how the hell I did it” and Carmy just like short circuits 💀 then he hyperfixates on it for 3 days and when he finally has some time off bro is DETERMINED to make reader do it again. Like brows furrowed in concentration. Fingering them like no tomorrow and breathing heavy. Overstim and talking them through it. Praise. 🫣

Oh my god. ( this is not proofread it is literally 2am)

Carmy’s not super experienced. We all know this. In all honesty he barely knows what squirting is. He thought it was just a thing in porn, until it came up in a conversation between you two.

“I’m pretty sure it happened to me once a few years ago, but I have no clue how I did it.”

“W-wait what? I thought that only happens in porn.” His cheeks begin to flush as he thinks about it. You, with your fingers curling up inside of you, gushing onto the sheets below you.

You giggle at his pure cluelessness. “It can happen, it’s just not common. Some girls can’t do it at all. I didn’t realize I could until it happened.”

“Oh.”

Needless to say Carmen cannot get the idea out of his mind. It literally haunts him at work. He wants to make you squirt. He needs to.

Carmy being the nerd that he is researches the hell out of it, making sure he knows exactly what he’s doing. That Saturday on his day off, he’s determined to make it happen.

His lips are on yours the second he finishes cleaning up the kitchen from cooking dinner. His mouth moves sloppily against yours, teeth clashing together.

“Carm—“ you manage to break away from his eager lips for a brief moment. “What’s the rush? We can calm down a bit, you know. We have all night.”

“I wanna make you squirt. I’ve been— thinking about it non-stop for the past few days. I can’t fucking think straight. Can I? Please?”

How can you refuse him when he’s looking at you with those desperate blue eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You and Carmy work together to remove your clothes. He has you lay down on your back with your knees spread wide. He sits beside you, still fully clothed. “J-just tell me if you want to stop.”

His middle and ring fingers press into your soaked core with no hesitation. Carmy’s studying you, the facial expressions you make, and the way your cunt pulses around his fingers. His movements are slow and gentle at first, but that changes quickly. He quickens the thrust of his fingers while hooking the two fingers upwards. Carmy’s searching for that rough spot, and by your reaction, he knows he found it.

“Carmy! Fuck—“ you hand aimlessly searches for something to hold onto to steady yourself. Carmen offers his left hand, which you grip tightly.

Once he finds the spot, Carmy locks into focus. His thrusts are deliberate, alternating between speeds and making sure to apply pressure. Your hips move out of their own volition. “That it, baby? That feel good?” He asks. His voice his smooth, but you don’t miss the way he’s biting his lip in concentration. His brow is furrowed and sweat collects on his forehead.

“Yes, Carm. Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. I’ve got you.” Carmy continues to pleasure you, only stopping for a brief moment when you neared your climax. He softly shushes your whimper of complaint. “I know, baby. Trust me. You can trust me.”

His pace picks back up before you even know it. His fingertips move at lightening speed, pressing hard at the rough patch at the top of your core. Carmy looks like pure sex, and you’re not even pleasuring him. His face is completely flushed as he breathes heavily, panting for hair. Sweat is starting to pool off of his brow and down the side of his face. His eyes are blown out; only a small sliver of the blue still visible.

“Carm— I’m close. Please I’m so close. Fuck!” Your cries are nearly incomprehensible. Your hips buck against his fingers.

“Cum. Gush around my fingers. Make a fucking mess.”

“Shit— Carmen—“ you moan as your orgasm over takes you. You shutter as you feel liquid spill between your legs. It’s euphoria like you’ve never felt before.

“Good girl! Fuck. That’s it. Keep cumming for me. Don’t stop soaking my fingers, baby,” Carmy praises, watching you in awe. You clutch onto his body as more spurts leave you. He hasn’t slowed down his fingers at all. It’s all becoming too much.

“T-too much—“ you try and tell Carmy, but he doesn’t slow down immediately.

“I’ve got you. You can take it.” He’s still watching your cunt at your hips recklessly move against his hand. He can’t believe he made you squirt. He wants to stay in this moment as long as possible.

After he’s finally decided you’ve had enough, he removes his fingers from you. As if on autopilot, he places the digits in his mouth, licking the remnants of your slick off of them. You pull him down by the back of his neck to kiss him deeply.

“Fuck, Carm. That was— I don’t even know what to say.” You don’t need to think of anything else, though, because Carmen does the rest of the talking.

“You did so good for me. Holy shit that was—God, you’re so fucking pretty. I want to do that over and over and over—“

“Woah let’s slow down a sec. I need to remember which side is my left or or my right first.”

“Sorry… got a little bit excited.”

From then on Carmy loves to make you squirt. His favorite thing to do is bring a mirror into it, so you can see how fucking gorgeous you look squirting around his fingers. Also he definitely starts to try and learn how to make you squirt with his cock after this….

[mythicmin]

Overwatch NSFW Alphabet(s)

MDNI!! If you are under the age of 18, please DNI. Character requests are OPEN. Just slide into my ask box and specify which character you’d like to see :)

𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆 / 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚

A = Aftercare ;

McCree is a firm believer in aftercare. Chances are you aren’t getting up to do ANYTHING for at least an hour. (unless he has somewhere he needs to rush to.) Need to pee? He’s gonna carry you. Thirsty? Hungry? Give him a second, he’ll be right back with your favorite drink/snack.

B = Body part ;

You can’t look me dead in my eyes and tell me he isn’t an ass man. He’s practically obsessed with it. Doesn’t matter where you’re at or who you’re with, chances are he’s got his hand on your ass or in your back pocket.

C = Cum ;

Bro is definitely a slut for facials if he can’t cum inside of you. There’s just something possessive about it, like he’s marking you as his.

D = Dirty secret ;

Secretly wants to get topped, cmon he’s a cocky little shit. Put him in his place and make him beg for you. ❤︎︎

E = Experience ;

I am a firm believer in thinking he’s got some kind of old fashioned way of thinking. He knows what he likes, but doesn’t have much experience with it. I know we all love fuckboy McCree, but him being a virgin makes me giggle.

F = Favorite position ;

Doggie. Need I say more?

G = Goofy ;

Bro is a whole clown in bed and you can’t change my mind. He knows how to act serious when need be, but he always wants to see you smile. Even if he’s balls deep in you.

H = Hair ;

I think he manscapes a bit, he’s never bare though. There’s always some sort of hair framing his cock, clean shaven just isn’t his style.

I = Intimacy ;

Lil western baby treats you like the princess/prince you are. Sure he loves fucking your brains out, but making love to you is another favorite past time.

J = Jack off / Masterbate ;

I don’t really know to be honest, I feel like he’d think he’s too busy to get himself off. But maybe it’s just hidden cockiness that only you can get him off.

K = Kink ;

Anal. I know this man eats ass as well. I just know it. Bro also definitely has a daddy kink. (or maybe that’s bc i’m projecting bc he’s so fine.)

L = Location ;

Anywhere.

M = Motivation ;

He really gets going when you slowly touch his arms/chest while making eye contact.

N = No ;

Sadly, threesomes. I think he’s just too possessive.

O = Oral ;

He loves both giving and receiving, but he enjoys making you fall apart with his mouth. Playing with that cigar should’ve warned you he was gonna be a beast with his tongue.

P = Pace ;

Whichever you want. He can deliver both fast or slow.

Q = Quickie ;

Loves them. Especially if y’all are out and about doing something.

R = Risk ;

He literally doesn’t care if y’all get caught with him balls deep in you.

S = Stamina ;

I feel like he cums fairly fast, but can go for a few rounds.

T = Toys ;

He’s iffy on them. He wants to be the one to make you feel good, but watching you thrash against the vibrator he’s holding gets him feeling some typa way.

U = Unfair ;

He’s so mean sometimes, bro is a WHOLE ASS tease and he knows it.

V = Volume ;

I don’t feel like he’s overly loud in the moaning or groaning criteria, but he’s definitely a smooth talker blowing your back in.

W = Wild card ;

Pull his hair while he’s giving you head and bro is putty in your hands.

X = X-ray ;

6” soft , a lil over 7” hard. (circumcised)

Y = Yearning ;

I SWEAR THIS MAN CAN TURN HIS SEX DRIVE OFF AND ON DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH OF A COCKY BASTARD HE WANTS TO BE.

Z = Zzz ;

Always waits until you’re asleep first.

god i love this man.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk who y’all wanna see next ! ❤︎︎

[everybodyloveshippos]

Children of Malice

Vierna, Maya, Briza Drizzt, Nalfein, Dinin

redraw/redesign of the Do'Urden family (probably will draw Malice, Zak and Rizzen next)

design notes/headcanons under the cut

i usually just have thoughts about the character as im designing so for a few things i was like 'oh thats a thought' also yes i know children of malice is a CR thing too haha

-i wasnt originally gonna draw 'lolths embrace' since these are just my own designs not visual dictionary but like....facial markings are really cool and so i ended up looking up various spider markings (i only used those specific realworld spider designs for dinin, who i also gave darker marking as opposed to lighter) and briza

-i also prefer the idea that its not actually anything to do with lolth, its just a genetic marking that some have and some don't. also the proximity to magic/faezress theory (?) was cool so there's not a huge meaning here; though i guess im guilty bcus I didnt give them to drizzt or vierna

-maybe zak doesnt have them and neither do his kids which sorta spurs on the heretic theory when its actually just a genetic thing that has no actual bearing on lolth's favour

-the women wear more gold and the men more silver, however the men can wear gold; they just have to be wary with standing out more than their sisters. any given day could be too much and cause for a beating

-nalfein likes jewelry and decorations/makeup and is more flashy when he's away at sorcere. his ears are marked up from training with/lessons from zak, who frequently would smack his ears when he was displeased with him. they blend in with lolth's embrace and he will cover them with makeup or a glamour on occasion. i just got the sense he was somewhat insecure given how he kept challenging zak and was written off by his family as mediocre. i think he liked being at sorcere more than at the house

-drizzt takes out his braids whenever he can. he likes his hair loose

-so does dinin. i think a lot of his appearance is meant to attract attention and establish his individuality

-i've always given vierna bangs and a ponytail BUT i love her braids in the comic so I gave her those too. her hair is unruly, like drizzts. she has a couple visible scars as opposed to her sisters because she trained more with zak. he felt bad about it but a bit relived when she didnt make a big deal out of getting a bit marked up. malice was angry

-maya has markings on her ears, so she doesnt pierce them. she wears makeup but forgets its there, and sleeps in it and wipes it off by accident. since her hair is shorter she decorates with little spider gold clips

-i will die on the headpiece hill. og drizzt oldman swag

-compared to my older art of them (first fanart of the series! i knew i was in when i drew all the siblings lol) i think i changed nalfein most to be less ...square....i hit him w a yassification beam and gave him eyebrows

[krypticcafe]

Hi! I love your writing sm!!! Could I request how the boys + könig would react to a reader with curly hair? (We’re talking tight, kinky coily curls)

COD:MWII Boys w/a curly-haired partner

rating: PG-13

character(s): GN!Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" McTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König, Hound

warning(s): none

a/n: aw thank you! And I love this request!! I'm not someone with curly, kinky hair, but I hear a lot about how they're super underrepresented. Even I'm tired of the "brushed his hand through your hair" or the "y/n with a messy bun/straight hair" bc PLEASSEE, my hair is a rat's nest, this would not work 💀 Anyways, I hope I did you justice and lmk if I got anything wrong!!

Gaz

Let's be honest, it's nothing new to him. He's experienced with coily, kinky hair, whether it be himself or his family or a friend.

I actually like to think he experimented with longer hairstyles before cutting it for military.

He gets you the most out of all of them, honestly. Knows exactly what you mean when you need a certain product or talk about maintenance, doesn't belittle you when you get upset over your hair, and helps a lot, too.

He doesn't have to do as much maintenance, so he doesn't use too much product, but sometimes he'll eye yours and make a note to try some for himself.

Since you and Gaz can trust each other, you sometimes have nights where you help style each other, just to spend some quality time.

Also yes, you guys have matching bonnets, it was actually his idea. You guys take so many pics together, too.

Gaz will notice if your hair looks healthier or fresher, and while he always thinks your curls are beautiful, he'll make extra compliments so that you know that he pays attention.

Oh, and if you do something special with it? He's all over you, all like, "What's the special occasion? Or am I just lucky today?"

Price

Your hair was one of the many reasons Price had noticed you so much, particularly because the military didn't really allow room for soldiers to do much with their hair and most have to gel it down if necessary.

When you tell him about the amount of care that goes into it, he starts thinking that his facial hair routine isn't so bad after all.

Once you get together, he starts looking into the product you need to get.

Unfortunately, he will have a bit of a hard time, so it's probably best if you show him the ropes for stuff like oils for protective styles, specific tools you use, etc. Otherwise, he'll be wandering around the aisle for a while. Please.

Sometimes, there'll be days where both of you guys take up the bathroom and go through your routines together, it's a pretty good way for him to learn your process and for you to learn his. There's a mutual respect.

Realistically, I don't think you would let either party take over for each other. At least, not for a long time.

If you put on a real nice outfit and let your natural hair out, oh this man will be on his knees, so use that information wisely.

Soap

Ooo, he's obsessed, I'm telling ya!!

Definitely gets stunned at how much it takes for you to take care of those curls, but not surprised that it's so difficult.

He does kinda wonder how you deal with it if you're someone that's on the battlefield.

You definitely had to tell him off for toying with it once, and he has stopped, but it's taking every inch of him to keep his ADHD ass from mindlessly twirling one between his fingers whenever you guys cuddle. But he isn't gonna do it! Unless you let him, then he loves how the texture feels.

You won't admit it, but sometimes you only let him touch it because of how happy it makes him, and you know he's being as respectful as possible.

He'll always be your #1 hype man too! Loves it when you experiment!!

You've definitely caught him wearing your bonnet multiple times, too.

One time, you decided to tease him by guiding him to help you detangle your hair, and frustration was absolutely worth it.

He got so pouty afterward when he had to give up, but you let him know he did a good job trying.

Ghost

He doesn't mean to be rude but he's definitely like "Can't be that bad."

And then you show him your grocery list.

It is that bad.

He gets frustrated and just buys one of everything, walking out of the store with like a dozen bags. He memorizes the ones you pick so there's that at least.

Don't mind him, he's just a bit blunt because he'll then ask, "Why don't you just cut/gel it?". Just explain it, and he'll respect your choice, though it intimidates him a little.

At one point, you're actually the one that lets him feel your hair, so he knows what it's like. He would never touch it unless invited, he's got too much self-control. People also become too intimidated by him to try to touch your hair too, so that's a plus.

It oddly soothes him, he likes how the texture feels on his fingers and especially when it's softer than usual.

One time, you used your own hand to help guide his through your hair, and oh man, was he flustered. Mans was glitching out for a few seconds.

Roach

He thinks your curls are so cute,

Like he literally can't stop watching you because of how they move when you walk.

On occasions where you let him touch it, you'll find that whenever you both are close to each other and really deep in an activity or conversation, he'll absent-mindedly roll a curl between his fingers.

His hands are good for many things, signing, fighting, and other fun stuff. Styling your hair is included!

One of his favorite things to do is help you find and try new styles with your hair. Roach loves looking up and researching about your hair type and what you can do with it, he finds it all super interesting!

Often buys you clips, beads, or whatever he thinks is pretty so you can try it on!

Loves to kiss your head because of how your hair tickles his face a little. He's been tempted to just bury his face in the back of your neck just to plant a bunch of kisses on more than one occasion.

On days where you put extra care into your curls, he's absolutely showing you off to everyone! He wants others to know how hard you worked to look so damn good!! (Gary says it's a full-time job, really)

König

Expect to find him staring all starstruck a lot.

Like a lot.

When you tell him it's your natural hair, he's surprised, he thought you just did a lot of work to make your curls so coily.

He once asked (very) politely if he could touch your hair, and because he was (extremely) nice about it, you let him.

Only for him to panic when the velcro from his glove got caught and he apologized a dozen times over. Afterwards, he treated you like porcelain, keeping his hands straight at his sides around you and acting like a spooked animal.

It got to a point where you had to confront him and tell him it was an honest mistake, and he didn't have to apologize which made him apologize more.

On the other hand, König enjoys watching you do your hair, just sitting there quietly with the occasional question. Sometimes, he helps comb your hair, but that's the most he'll let himself do since he doesn't want to mess things up.

Really loves how your products smell.

While he thinks you look amazing no matter what, he likes it best when you go natural.

Hound

Knows a lot more than you expected. They aren't well-versed, but they know more than the average person when it comes to the deal with kinky hair.

They'll go out with you on shopping trips and often help you pick out scents, one that you like but one that isn't too sensitive for their nose, it's something you didn't expect them to enjoy so much.

You can trust her to always have stuff on hand for you if you live separately or in different quarters. Oils, creams, custards, moisturizers, a hair pick (all from your fave brands, of course), she's got you.

He surprises you again when you come home one day, way too tired to do your routine, so he offers to do it for you.

If this was a test, they passed!! They even knew how to brush your hair the right way not to damage it and had already refilled some of your stock.

After that, you often find him helping on wash days when you're far too exhausted, as his way of pampering you. His favorite thing is doing your edges.

Her scary dog privileges also help ward off weirdos trying to touch your hair, and much like Soap, she hypes you up regardless if it's a frizzy day or a special occasion.

Expect them to be mildly addicted to the way your hair smells, it's literally one of their comforts because of how much it reminds them of you.

[melancholic-and-delusional]

Fyodor NSWF Alphabet

Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

A = Aftercare (How do they treat you after sex?)

  

   Don't expect anything too special. He'd do his best to make you comfortable and stay close with you, but it won't be anything extra. Nevertheless,  he's going to treat you right. He'd take a shower or a bath with you if he has enough energy left, and he'd always cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body Part (What is their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's?)

   In himself, I'd say he likes his facial features.  I don't think he likes his body that much since he is pretty weak and frail, but I do believe that he finds his face appealing.

   You, on the other hand, are special to him, so he finds every part of you beautiful. If he had to pick a favorite, however, he'd say he likes your eyes, arms  and chest (see more for chest on letter W) the best. He loves gazing into your eyes while having a conversation. He notices the way you look at him with a love-filled gaze, and that definitely fuels his ego. He likes your arms, especially if they're more muscular than his, because he appreciates your stronger body. He absolutely loves it when you wrap your arms around him. He feels so very loved.

C = Cum (Everything to do with it. 😘)

   I'd say he comes a bit more than the average. I don't think it's that often that he has sex or jerks off, so when he actually does come, he has a heavier load. As for its consistency, it's a slimier than it is liquid-ish. It is white and not that clear, and it tastes a bit sweet, actually.  He loves loves LOVES coming on you. It's like he's marking his territory. So possessive, and for what? 🙄

D = Dirty Secret (Self-explanatory)

   Fyodor definitely has a folder on his computer dedicated to you. It has photos, videos, and random journal entries of yours. They are not all sexual, but some are. The "dirtiest" part about it, is that he keeps it a secret from you. Since you're in a relationship, it's not unusual for him to keep photos of you, but he does like to look at them when bored and perhaps even rub one off if you aren't available to him or he gets too stressed over work.

E = Experience (Have they done this before? How good are they?)

   I honestly think that you're his first. He is a busy man and he doesn't like sleeping around. For him, sex is intimate and special, so he'd only like to share this type of thing with someone he really trusts and values. But despite his lack of experience,  he's surprisingly good.

F = Favourite Position (Self-explanatory)

   A classic man who likes classic things. He mostly enjoys different kinds of missionary and cow girl from time to time. He avoids things like doggy style. He thinks it's not intimate enough and would rather make eye contact while doing the deed.

G = Goofy (Are they rather serious during the moment or do they like to crack jokes?)

   He leans on the more serious side here. As I've said, this kind of thing is very intimate and special for him, so he prefers to be in the moment with you.

H = Hair (Do the carpets match the drapes? 🤭 Are they well kept?)

   Of course, the carpets match the drapes. He does keep it pretty clean down there. He doesn't like to be super hairy, so he shaves once every month and sometimes even more often. As for you, he doesn't mind if you have hair or not, as long as you keep everything under control.

I = Intimacy (How intimate are they?)

   Fyodor is very intimate. The whole point of sex for him is to be intimate, and he takes that very seriously.  Hence the reason why he wouldn't sleep around and would much prefer to make love to someone who he truly trusts and values. He will always make sure that whatever you guys do is always consensual and you are never uncomfortable. 

J = Jack off (How often do they do it?)

   Before he got together with you, he must have chosen you and persuaded you himself. So when one morning he woke up with morning wood and couldn't just shake it off, he decided it was finally time. But while he was doing it, he thought about you. That's when he knew he had to be with you. He used to jerk off when the time called for it, but now that he has you, he does it even less. The only time he actually does it is when you aren't in the mood or you're away for whatever reason.

K = Kink (Self-explanatory)

   He's pretty normal kink-wise (for the most part).

   Fyodor loves when you praise him. Sure, he knows he's very intelligent and great, and all that, but it's different when it comes out of your mouth. He might act cocky in that moment, but he... is actually cocky. Very prideful, for sure. He doesn't mind returning the favor and praising you as well. After all, you're his chosen one.

   He also likes to tie you up. It gives him a better sense of control, and he enjoys having you at his mercy. It would be rare for him to let you tie him up, though. He's willing to try it a couple of times, but don't expect him to do it frequently. He trusts you fully, but you should know your place.

   He likes it when you dress up for him, too. Especially if he's the one choosing your set of lingerie. It's so nice to see his girl all dolled-up for him. He prefers seeing you in white (sometimes red or pink) silk undergarments with cute laces and maybe some small bows. Bonus points if you're wearing thigh highs. He also loves slowly taking off said lingerie. He finds it very sexy.

L = Location (Where do they like to do it?)

   He avoids doing it in public. He much prefers doing it in the comfort of your home. In fact, he never wants to do it in public or even semi-public. It must be something really really urgent for him to actually agree to do it. It happens like once or twice at most. Why would he want somebody else to have the chance to stumble upon you two? Only he gets to see you this way after all, and besides that, he wouldn't want anyone else to catch him in such a vulnerable position.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

   Most of the time, it happens while you guys are making out. You would be about thirty to forty minutes into your make-out session, and he would desire you more with each passing minute. Of course, one thing leads to another it's only natural.

   There are some occasions, though, when he would get turned on by just the thought of you. In those cases, he tries his best to contain himself and waits patiently until he can be with you.

   There have also been times when he wakes up with morning wood, and you're right there next to him in bed. You could never refuse to pleasure him when he looks so adorable and when he kisses your neck so gently, yet each peck is filled with lust, and you can't help but slowly melt into his touch.

N = NO (What do they always refuse to do?)

   He would never agree to a threesome. He thinks that sex involving more than two people is only for polyamorous relationships. He's quite possessive and does not like to share.

   I think it's safe to say he would hate it if you were to give him some kinky titles such as "daddy" or "master". He finds them cheesy, and they make him feel uncomfortable, but he does like to hear you call him "sir" from time to time.

   He also hates getting degraded. He knows he doesn't deserve to be called any of those ugly names that people tend to call each other during sex. He can't imagine why anyone would enjoy that. Why would he want the love of his life to put him down in bed?

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? Are they good?)

   He does prefer receiving over giving (kinda selfish 🙄😔). He loves it when you are below him as if you're bowing down to him, and you're also trying to pleasure him. It's honestly so heartwarming watching you take such good care of him, and he can't help but smile at the sight of you.

   He also likes giving head (but not as much as he loves receiving 🥱). He likes how you tug at his hair and praise him while he's in between your legs. It's nice to hear you moan when he knows you feel so well because of him.

P = Pace (How quick do they go?)

   He enjoys soft and passionate sex with you. He wouldn't do it very quickly since he isn't energetic, but even if he was, he'd still prefer to do it slower and take his sweet time. But that does not mean he won't get rough from time to time. If he wants to, he can always penetrate you deeper and harsher (as long as you're into it, of course).

Q = Quickie (Do they like them? How often do they do them?)

   He absolutely hates quickies. He'd only do them if he really really needed to. It would usually happen if he suddenly gets a boner during work, but he doesn't have time to have full-on sex with you, so he just calls you to his office for a quick relief.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment? How far would they go?)

   He would surprisingly be up for trying new things, as long as they don't completely disgust him. You guys won't try new things often, but he'd spice things up from time to time. For example, he'd bring a new interesting toy, try out some new kink, tie you up in an interesting and complex way, etc. But he wouldn't go as far as incorporating a weapon during the act because sex is for pleasure and not pain.

S = Stamina (How energetic are they?)

   As I said before, he's not very energetic due to his anemia. He would most likely do one round, rest for a few minutes while kissing/making out with you and do another round. He can last for around 4-7 rounds, but that excludes oral sex. Usually, you'll give him a blow-job in between some rounds or vice-versa.

T = Toy (What do they think of them? Do they incorporate them into bed often?)

   He prefers to use toys on you rather than himself. He loves experimenting with different kinds of vibrators, dildos and other toys, and seeing what kind of reactions he can get out of you. He finds it very entertaining, especially when he overstimulates you.

   He, however, only uses a cock ring once in a while. Sometimes he let's you experiment on him, but don't expect it to be too often.

U = Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

   He loves to tease, as I mentioned above. Besides overstimulating you, he also likes to edge you. It's fun to see you frustrated because he seized his movements, and you lost yet another orgasm.

   Sometimes, you try to get back at him, but that ends up backfiring on you. You would be sucking him off, and all of a sudden, you'd stop or slow down. He would gently pull you by the hair to face him and threaten to prevent you from orgasming until the next time you two have sex. That will quickly make you rethink your decisions. But some other times, you'll try the opposite on him - overstimulation. Then, he isn't likely to stop you since he doesn't have the energy to because he's especially sensitive after an orgasm. However, when you're done having your fun, expect him to return the favor twice as hard.

V = Volume (Are they loud?)

   He doesn't like making a lot of noise. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't, though. He tries his best to control himself, but he just can't help it. In the beginning, he would make low grunts and gasps, but as the sex progresses, he'll get more vocal. Definitely has some of the prettiest moans known to humankind. When you overstimulate him, your ears will 100% be blessed by the most godlike melody you've ever heard.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

   Fyodor has an appreciation for your chest, so whenever he has the chance, he'll squeeze your boobs (he doesn't have a preference for size, don't worry). It's one of his favorite places to leave his hickeys on, besides your neck. He'd always try to have a hand around your chest, or he would take time kissing it in between rounds. He handles it very gently and with lots of care. He also likes to play with your nipples and watch you twitch from his cold touch against this sensitive spot of yours. He likes fucking his dick in between them and coming all over them. It's a giant turn on for him. If you're having sex during your period and your breasts are sore, he'd take his sweet time massaging them and caressing them.

X = X-ray (What is below their waist?)

   His dick is about 6.2 inches  (15.7 cm) soft and 6.8 inches (17.2 cm) hard. It is slightly more slender than average, and the tip is a brownish color. It's slightly tilted to the right and has two or three more prominent veins along it. The most sensitive parts are definitely the tip and his testicles.

Y = Yearning (How much do they want it?)

   He has slightly lower than average libido. He'll probably make love to you once every two or three weeks, but during some months he'll get random bursts of neediness and have sex with you more often (for example, once or even twice a week).

Z = ZZZ... (Do they fall asleep quickly after the act?)

   Since he doesn't have much stamina, and he wastes a lot of it during sex, I'd say he falls asleep rather quickly. He likes to hold you in his arms as the two of you drift off to sleep. But sometimes you'll get tired faster than him while he is still in the mood. That doesn't happen very often but when it does, cock warming comes into play. Then, you'll usually fall asleep while he has buried his dick deep inside you. If that happens, the next morning he'll probably wake up from a wet dream and continue what you couldn't finish the previous night.

Thank you so much for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it. As always, if you'd like for me to write you something BSD related, my requests are open.

[f0point5]

You know, I love Seb (he’s the person who got me into F1) and I respect Lewis and his accomplishments but one thing I’ll never forgive them (and a lot of the older drivers, most already retired now) for is how they treated Max when he came into F1.

Yes, he might have been their rival but he was also a teenager, a literal child and gosh… I know Max probably doesn’t really care anymore but I still hurt for him sometimes.

Especially when you consider that he was the one paving the way for his generation. When Charles and Lando and George and everyone else came up a few years later they were welcomed as the youth, the future of the sport. Older drivers talking about their talent and how great it is to see them come up.

Max didn’t get that. He got shouts of “too young”, “too reckless”, “too… too much”.

So no, to me the only real grid dad (or maybe grid uncle is more fitting, idk) will be Fernando Alonso who said that some people are simply ready earlier than others and that Max should be judged on his performance in the races, not his age (paraphrased).

Fernando who has been an idol a lot of the younger generation growing up but also exchanged helmets with Oscar and Zhou, joked with Lando on instagram, talks Le Mans with Max and probably many more moments I’m forgetting about rn.

THIS.

Honestly, I don’t really get the Seb hype. He just has never given me good vibes. I didn’t watch during the RB days so maybe if I’d seen his golden era I’d have gotten attached but he has just always seemed…not likeable. Clearly a very driven, straightforward, intelligent guy, but something about him doesn’t sit well with me. Anyway rant over.

I’m not even going to talk about LH because…par for the course.

Yes, they were all mean to him. As grown men, too, how are you not absolutely embarrassed?! I get that he’s a kid and maybe you don’t want to hang out with him or confront the fact that you’re not the hotshots anymore but omg it’s a CHILD. (And Seb who made a bit of a meal out of being a bullying victim as a kid…I see you.)

No one else of Max’s generation would have survived the way they treated him, I stand by that. They all needed the support they got, and Max had none of it from his peers. I can’t see Max being the type who cared per se, because he was probably already used to being…not ostracised, but like…observed? And also because of how he grew up I don’t think anyone’s words could rattle him. But even if he didn’t care the grown men should have known better.

If I were Max I’d still be laughing about how bitter I made men in their 30s. Like “I couldn’t grow facial hair and y’all were running scared”. But I still think it must have been a pretty lonely few years until others his age started catching up.

I think Max was really lucky to have such a tight team (Christian, Helmut, Jos, Ray, GP) around him to insulate him a bit and stop him getting pushed around but the way these men tried it. (Toto I’m looking at your for the Jos phonecall.)

Yeah Fernando is the only one who I think was ready to embrace the new frontier as it were. But he is just kind of like that. I feel like he doesn’t feel his age is the disadvantage that most do, and that’s why he’s not so afraid of younger drivers. Like, his relationship with Max, Carlos, lando, George (nye buddies lol) and Zhou (literally just today saw a quote of him talking about how nice Alonso was to him, even Lance, he treats them as much as peers as he does his own generation, it’s cute.

Also, this is kinda random but I swear Nico and Max were kind of friendly in the early years? Max has known Nico a long time, despite the age difference (he said he remembered glasses Nico used to wear at like 7, and Nico once went out with his mum?), Nico was on the jet with Max on his birthday in…2017? And I think there’s a picture of Max having flown with some guys (including both Nicos in 2016) and for some reason I’ve always had the idea that Hulkenberg was his link to that whole crew? (Idk if this whole friendship is a headcanon but for some reason I feel like these two are/were kinda connected)

But yeah, agree. Grown men acting like little bitches. That generation I think was the last generation with real bitterness between the drivers, though. Idk you wouldn’t catch me being a jerk to a kid but I’ve never been terrified of a kid before so 🤷‍♀️

[tommydarlings]

Isn’t it funny? | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, spitting, orgasm denial, dacryphilia

w/c: 1k

summary: Carlos doesn’t find it so funny when your laughing while he’s trying to talk some sense into you, so he decides to fuck you until you can’t laugh anymore.

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You knew that Carlos was the jealous type of guy, you knew that literally the fact that your looking at another man makes him a bit jealous, doesn’t matter if it’s some random stranger or his teammate Charles, he got jealous.

But you also always tried to explain it to him. How your his, how your his girlfriend to love and his women to do whatever he wants with in bed, completely his. But Carlos was never really the type to understand something like that.

“Yes, your right baby-”

“Don’t fucking baby me now y/n.”

You sighed and looked at him before he threw his black blazer off and put it harshly over the wooden chair in the kitchen you two were currently in.

“Yes, your right Carlos, I did had a conversation with this man while you were grabbing some drink for all of us, but I didn’t flirt with him-”

Your fiancé laughed quietly as he fixed his hair before he spoke up,

“You were looking at him like you wanna drop on your knees infront of him right now while everyone is watching!” He raised his voice a bit after he muttered a quick 'mierda' shit under his breath.

You shook your head with a tiny little grin before you quickly rubbed it of off your face, desperately hoping Carlos didn’t catch it. And now guess what he did. He caught it.

“Oh so you think it’s funny, huh?” he stated immediately after noticing your funny facial expression. “So fucking funny to flirt with other man while your having a ring on your finger, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t collect the strength to look up at him so you just looked down onto the floor while fiddling with your fingers before you noticed how he was suddenly staring infront of you. “¿Qué tal si muestro lo que es realmente gracioso, eh?” How about I show you what’s really funny, huh?

You quickly swallowed as you felt his hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with a smile on his face, looking totally sane and not like he was thinking about something unholy at all.

— — —

“What did you do?” Carlos asked you with heavy breathing before he wrapped his hand around you throat and applied a bit of pressure as he looked into your eyes. Carlos didn’t stop hammering his hips into yours. His dick moving in and out of your wet pussy with a fast pace while he was holding your one leg away so it was impossible for you to close your legs.

You shook your head with a groan while you were tightly grabbing the bedsheets as you closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling your orgasm coming closer. You moaned at the sight of Carlos head being tilted down with squeezing his eyes, whispering a quick 'joder' fuck under his breath.

With a tight grip on your neck and ankle, Carlos spoke up again,

“Answer me when I ask you a question zorra.” slut

You moaned and quickly grabbed his wrist that was tightly holding your head in place before you finally were able to mutter some words,

“I-I flirted w-with him Carlos p-please, I’m s-so sorry.” You begged desperately while you were a whining mess. Your fiancé slowly leaned forward and whispered into your ear before he gently kissed your temple, doing all of that while he was still ramming his hard cock into your drenched cunt,

“Es una buena chica.” That’s a good girl

“Carlos, I-I'm gonna-”

“I know cariño, let it all go, c'mon.”

You could have cried happy tears when you heard these words out of his mouth, but these happy tears were quickly transformed into tears out of pure disappointment and sadness. Because right after Carlos said that, he pulled out and jerked himself off before he came with a loud and very visible moan all over your stomach and chest, the hand that was just applying pressure to your throat was now quickly covering your mouth.

Your fiancé threw his head back in pure pleasure and flexed his sweaty abs a bit, his other hand that wasn’t muting your whines, cries, screams and begs a bit was still holding your ankle and pushing your leg to the side so you couldn’t close them and he could have all the space he wanted to cover you in his cum.

You shortly glanced up at him with teary eyes and a desperate and pleading gaze as your noises were getting a bit quieter. Carlos slowly retreated his palm from your mouth and looked in your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You seriously thought that I was going to let you cum after your 'oh so funny' stunt tonight? How funny you are cariño, so funny.” He told you with a laugh while you looked down in embarrassment before tilted his head down towards your soaked cunt and spread both your legs as he slowly let a trail of spit drop down onto your sensitive clit.

“So pathetic, so naïve.” He said before he spread the spit that was now on your clit around you pussy lips, focusing on how your reacting to it, looking up at your facial expressions before looking down again and concentrating on spreading all the spit.

After that he tapped your wet clit a couple of times with his fingertips while smiling about it.

“Awww, is she so sensitive, hmm?” You hips were lifting off of the mattress, it’s like your pussy was begging for me but the entire rest of your body was begging him to stop. “Qué mono.” so cute

He laughed and laughed and laughed about the the fact that you were crying and whispering tiny stops and I can’t anymore but you cunt was aching the feeling of his fingers.

Carlos leaned forward and quickly kissed one of the tears away before he caught your mouth in a heating kiss while his fingers didn’t stop the assault on your pussy. After biting your bottom lip, Carlos got closer to your ear and whispered,

“It’s funny, it’s it?, how you were teasing me in the club with this other man, desperately wanting to get fucked right there and now your begging me to stop with tears streaming down your face.”

[tonkatsubowl]

oh my god oh my god i love your yandere reader stuff so so much can you pretty pretty please do one for welt and gallagher OR OR like expand on the dan heng one like how the express would handle the reader OHHH MY GOD im obsessed w your stuff xoxo

hii! i actually made one for welt, dan heng and blade a while back. here you go!

omg i lied to u i didn't write one for welt... i'll write one soon

i'll write gallagher for you ❤️

for the longest time, gallagher had to hide you away from the public due to your obsessive behavior.

the man was a busy working dog. he was constantly out doing his security duties, and on his free time, he'd pay a visit to some bars, get drunk and wander off to his home. however, when you came long, he got to know you, insistent that you were a good person at heart... until you fell in love with him.

you became obsessive, possessive, and you even stalked him constantly. there were several murders that occurred on the streets of penacony, but gallagher didn't have the heart to make an arrest on you. he knew it was out of jealousy and for your love for him, but you were insane. out of control, and extremely dangerous. the family wanted to use you as their advantage as their little guard dog, but they misunderstood how dangerous you can be. not towards just yourself, but to the family, and to everyone else around gallagher.

so he decided to keep you on a leash and collar, metaphorically. he doesn't trust you to be by yourself. who knew who's life would be on the line? his could be there, too, if he wasn't careful enough.

there could be times where you actually did do well. you wouldn't try to bring out your weapon for every time someone had looked at gallagher a flirtatious way, or if some random penconian prostitute tried to persuade him to bed her for some change in exchange.

so, the one day you did well, he decided to take you out to a bar.

from there, he ordered you something nice to drink, and nothing intoxicated just in case. he sat next to you, drinking his own, conversing with the bartender. he would glance at you several times to see your facial expression or body language to read you... and so far, everything was well. you didn't display any form of jealousy, and you were well. he internally sighed with relief, grateful that he could rely on you behaving for once.

but he clearly underestimated you.

you were seething with jealousy, and rage. you hated how the bartender was a bit flirtatious towards gallagher. so, you decided to excuse yourself.

"excuse me." you say, nodding your head to gallagher. "i just need to use the restroom."

gallagher nods, unaware of your schemes, letting you leave.

the bartender, a moment after, decided to excuse herself as well, for she needed to use the restroom. an unfortunate action from her end, for she would quite literally... meet her end.

moments later, gallagher became dreadful, and worried. where did you go? why hasn't the bartender returned yet? that was when realization struck him through the gut.

he got up, grabbing his cigarette and popped it into his mouth before he went out on a search for you. there was nothing in the bathrooms (he even checked both restrooms), and nothing outside. but he had forgotten to check the alleyway, which he was met with a gruesome scene.

he was already used to seeing all the sights you granted him, and he was already unfazed by the bartender's frame, repeatedly struck by your weapon.

you laughed, laughed and laughed before quickly falling silent when gallagher called out to you. "(y/n)," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, "that's enough."

you breathed, looking towards your lover, a smile innocently tugging at the corner of your lips. graciously, you moved towards him, embracing your lover with arms. as though nothing had occurred, you joyously bounced on your heels.

"gallagher! gallagher! look, look. i got rid of her for you! she was really wanting you!"

the man sighed, puffed out some smoke, and ruffled your hair. if he showed some sort of disinterest or disgust, it was his life.

"... i see."

it was all he could say.

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

All the stars aligned- Alhaitham X Gn!Reader

"And what name should I put?"

"Alhaitham"

T/w- Bookshop au

Summary- What happens when a pretty man like him walks into a bookshop?

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Working in a bookshop was lots of fun, when you weren’t serving customers or packing shelves you were able to take a moment to enjoy your book. The best part though was seeing the people who walked in. You were able to see their tastes in books, there styles of clothing and how at peace they looked. For most people book are an escape of sorts, they replace the life you have with a new one every time you pick up a book.

Today was one of your best days in the months you’d worked here so far. You hardly had any people walk in which meant you had time to sit and relax. You picked up a book you had been meaning to read for so long. Finally I have time to read. Well that was until he walked in.

He looked perfect. Perfect was probably an understatement, but no other words could describe him. A tight turtleneck, a lovely tricorn black coat, and his pants were an oxford grey. He had a black pair of headphones perfectly placed over the top of his smoky grey hair which had green tips. The male walked into the bookstore without so much as a glance in your direction, which you were glad he didn’t, he would have certainly noticed the colour of your face. You could feel your face growing hotter with each second he was in there. God what was he doing to you.

“I’d like this one, please.” His facial expression showed barely any at all.

“S-sure.” Archons why were you stuttering? “Have you read any of her other books?”

He only nodded, still keeping that same expression. Was he always this cold towards people? You nodded, not sure how to respond even though you asked the question. You weren’t always like this with people who walked in. It just seemed to be this man in particular.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome to enjoy the book.” You flashed him a warm smile, which he did not return.

A few week later the same guy returned to the book but this time looked at you when you walked in. Had you forgotten about him? Of course not! This time he came up to the counter with a book by another one of your favourite authors.

“Guess we have similar tastes.” You added a little chuckle for good measure. You were just trying to be polite. He was sort of on the verge of being rude, but also not.

“I guess so.”

This continued for months, he came in, bought a book you made small talk, then he left. That was until you decided to break the loop and ask for his number.

“Y-you want my number?” Yes! You’d broken his stone face.

"Yes I do." You might have seemed confident but in reality you were a mess.

"Oh alright then." He quickly looks around like he's looking for something. "You got any paper?"

"Ah yes here."

He hands you the bit of paper and you can feel yourself sweating with anxiety.

Oh my god oh my god. He gave me his number!

"And what name should I put."

He smiled for the first time since you'd seen him, god it made him look even more beautiful. "Alhaitham."

[fayesia]

Hi. Can you write a smut story with love at first sight between me (the female reader) and my favorite Disney villain Captain James Hook from Peter Pan please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

Captured — Captain James Hook x reader

a/n: I got kind of carried away sorry!! so i put a * to symbolise where the smut begins so please scroll down to that if you’d like to skip over any plot parts :)

warnings: nsfw 18+, p in v, creampie, fem!Oral receiving, dom!Hook, body worship, fingering, breast kink, praise kink, dirty talk and pet names, lmk if i missed anything

Heavy waves of water splashed across the wooden boards of the large ship. The pitter patter of the onslaught of rain making it even more difficult to hear anything, not to mention the numerous voices yelling out things that barely made any sense.

So to have the blindfold taken off your eyes felt like the ultimate relief you needed after being ripped from your bed in the middle of the night, all as Hooks act of retaliation against Peter. The relief, although you were shameful to admit, was mixed with a bit of anticipation.

You knew this Captain James Hook wasn’t exactly the best person, however you had heard all of these wild stories about him and yet the chance to ever catch a glimpse of him was simply not one you got.

So as you blinked profusely, chasing those black spots away from your vision, the sight you saw in front of you was certainly not expected…but definitely not unappreciated.

Stood at least a head taller than you was a man with dark features, he had black long curls that had most definitely been treated well by the many years spent out at sea. His blue eyes, matching that of the current stormy sky, scanned you up and down, almost trying to read you before you were swept up by the oceans tides. The facial hair he adorned seemed to add to his charm, almost too neat for a man out at sea but perfect for a person of his stature, for a captain. His outfit consisted of a clean almost translucent white shirt, with intricate designs stitched into it, tucked into a pair of dark brown breeches. However the main accent piece of it all had to be his long deep dark red coat, the shade a complete match of blood and the golden accents adorned across the rich velvet material seemed to make the whole outfit perfect. Not a single curl was out of place yet as the wind and rain whipped around your shivering body, you knew you, unlike him, looked a mess.

Being dragged from bed at nearly two in the morning left you barefoot in a white nightgown and your hair drenched down to the last strand. Hands bound together by tight knots of thick rope and the blindfold once covering your eyes was left dangling around your neck.

“well we’ll see how long it takes for him to pay to get such a pretty little thing back”

Hooks voice was not something you were expecting, the words were accentuated and clear like that of a highly positioned and well mannered person, however the strong rasp in it had you weak in the knees ready to do anything he asked.

So when he asked you to follow him below deck, well, you did just that.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the action of the other crew members the two of you ended up in a quaint little room slightly hidden below deck. Inside was a bed to the corner, a wooden box as a table and a slightly smaller box you assumed was meant to be a chair. Cutting the ropes loose with his hook hand he grabbed onto your wrist, harshly pulling you against his chest until you could feel the hard muscles tensed, pushing against the swell of your chest.

“you’re not to move from this room until further notice, food and water will be bought in and you may be escorted down the hall to do your business. If i find you have tried to escape i’ll slit that throat of yours with this hook myself”

Lifting up his hand, the large hook attached to his wrist glinted from the single lamp light, the sharp tip of it pressing against his throat gliding across, a show as to what would happen if you tried to run. The fear in your eyes seemed to show as his mouth upturned into a smirk and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hot. Scary. But hot.

With that he walked out of the room leaving you to rest until someone came to rescue you.

But you weren’t going to wait for some knight in shining armour, you were stronger than that. The talking and laughter from above had died down by now and you knew this was your chance. Pulling out a hair clip from your pocket you knelt in front of the doors keyhole, inserting it and nudging it around until you heard a loud click. Silently celebrating you knew you had done it.

The celebration was short lived when the door swung open and lo and behold Hook was towering above you with a nasty sneer on his face.

“did you not hear what i said before. Couldn’t get the words through that pretty head huh? too busy staring to listen, is that it?”

his questions were left unanswered while you stared up in fear by his feet, your mouth was slightly ajar as you weren’t prepared but such an outburst.

*smut begins here*

He stared you down for a few seconds before hauling you up by your arms, both your wrists fit into his one large hand. You were pushed until the back of your legs met the edge of the bed, the two of you were once again chest to chest. The pressure of his large tensed thigh unknowingly rubbing against your core through the thin still wet nightgown had you moving uncomfortably. Hook was still berating you with threat after threat until he halted, the word he wanted to say was caught in his throat as he watched you writher. He went to move back, confused, but then he heard you whisper “wait please don’t stop” the pleading in your eyes was something he couldn’t resist, not even the mightiest of men could. So respecting your wishes he didn’t take that step back, rather, he watched intently as you moved yourself back and forth against him. His once slightly ajar mouth now moved into that same ego filled smirk.

“mm good girl just like that, keep going”

His words spurred you on as you were getting close, something that was clear to anyone if they took a look at the growing wet spot against Hooks pants. Suddenly he pushed you back onto the bed, with his knees on either side of you there was no escape, his head lowered, as his lips met yours. The rough facial hair he had tickled against your neck while he explored the skin shown above the gowns neckline, slowly travelling to your breast, his mouth and your nipples separated by the thin sheer gown you had on. Two of his hands came down to the middle of your thighs where the hem of your gown was bunched up, tugging the flimsy material off you, it met the floor along with his jacket.

You were left bare to him quickly trying to wrap your arms around yourself to cover up, but he was quick to notice, grabbing your arms apart he kissed you again, gentler, softer.

“you’re so beautiful, your face, your body, you, everything about you is beautiful and i love you it”

He kisses your lips

“your lips are beautiful”

Then your breasts

“these are so fucking beautiful”

Travelling further down he came to rest at your hips, kissing inwards until one last kiss was pressed against skin just above your clit

“this is especially beautiful, and you’re going to see exactly that”

his compliments left your cheeks feeling hotter than ever.

James described you in a way you couldn’t see yourself, he made you feel unlike anyone had ever made you feel before, and that made you want him more than ever.

So as you felt his tongue explore every crevice of your pussy, you knew this was the right decision…at least it was better than being decapitated right?

You were moaning and writhing around while you felt James tongue all over you, against your clit and sliding across every fold of your vagina, his hand squeezed your breast flicking the hardening nipples, while his hook gently grazed your side, the cold metal providing a sense of relief against your hot body.

“taste so good, fucking nectar to me, could eat you all day” His moans into you only spurred you on pushing you just that bit closer to the edge, until you couldn’t take it anymore, you were grabbing onto the sheets until the veins were prominent in your hand, loud moans escaping your mouth as you felt yourself come. His tongue lapped up every drop the squishy and wet muscle teased your wet and inviting hole, lightly grazing your entrance while your hips bucked at the overstimulating action.

He climbed from between your legs quickly kissing you again, the taste of you heavy on his tongue which wrapped against your own as you fought a losing battle with him. He bowed his head taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand pinched and pulled at the other, the pain relinquished by the gentle strokes of his tongue while you moaned pushing his head further against you. His hand reached your wet dripping pussy, softly brushing against your throbbing clit until he heard your mewls and inserted two fingers.

“i know it’s just your so fuckin’ tight baby need you ready for my cock, don’t want it to hurt you when i slide it in”

He pushed against your warm and wet walls his brain racking with thoughts of how good it would feel having you wrapped around his cock, the positions he would have you in and the things he would do to you. Until he couldn’t take it.

“need to be in this pussy right fucking now” you missed the feeling of his fingers filling you up leaning against your arms to watch him get undressed. The shirt was quick to come off as your eyes fell on his upper torso, slim but still muscular with battle scars littered across it, you couldn’t wait to explore every fucking inch of him, ideas reeling through your mind, your imagination cut short once he had removed any clothing from his bottom half. He was stood fully erected watching your mouth drop open. How the fuck did he fit that in his pants?!

“don’t look so scared honey, we’ll make it fit” he soft smile left you with no doubt about that as you watched him stroke it, the sides had prominent veins that ran up the sides while the tip was a pulsing deep shade of pink.

He then walked towards you leaning over the top of you, he spit into his palm stroking his dick, proceeding to rub himself in between the lips of your pussy. “need to make sure it fits in nice and easy, wanna make you feel real good baby”

He continued rutting up and down, whispered moans left your mouth as each thrust had the tip of his cock hitting against your clit, the smallest amount of pressure left you wanting more and more.

“please just fuck me, please James need it so bad”

“if you’re sure, don’t say i didn’t warn you about preparing you though”

Slowly he eased the tip into you, already you felt like you could take no more, your hand grabbing onto the flesh of his hip, halting him before he tried to continue. Both of you vocalised the feelings you felt as yours was a mix of a yelp and moan while he let out a deep groan. To finally get even just a brief taste of how your pussy would feel around him was enough to have him ready to cum.

He waited until you were ready to continue, further continuing to push himself into you, pulling out as half of him was in, just to again thrust in adding a few more centimetres of himself each time. Until he had finally fully inserted himself into you. You walls clenched and wrapped around him like a glove as you moaned from each thrust, the sensations felt like fireworks every time you closed your eyes. You’ve never felt so full and satisfied in your life and James could say the same, his hips soon were thrusting continuously into you agains and again. He felt you convulse a little before pulling out leaving you frustrated from the climax that was stolen from you. But he was quicker than ever to flip you over, pushing you down on the bed into a deep arch with your ass lifted into the air, swiftly burying himself deep into you once again.

“fuck such a good fuckin’ slut for me. bet you’ve been wanting this since we met, cause i’ve definitely been”

“oh my god yes please harder wanna feel you deeper in me”

And god did he do exactly that.

His thrust didn’t let up and you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, resorting to just having your face squashed against the bedsheets.

His hand held onto a handful of your breast pulling you further against him, until he fully pressed your back against his front. James thrust were reaching even further deeper into you from this angle and you felt yourself about to come.

“oh yeah come for me, be a good fucking girl and come all over this dick, my dick”

He rubbed at your clit driving you over the edge until you couldn’t take anymore, convulsing in his arms you came on his cock feeling him release his load into you at the same time with a deep groan. Ropes of his cum shot into you one after the other until he slowly eased his cock out from your sensitive pussy, a trail of his cum following not long after as it dripped out of your hole onto the sheets below.

Rubbing the tip of his dick against your pussy spread the cum everywhere leaving everything in a bigger mess than before, but you were too fucked to even care. That phrase had more meanings than one for you and Hook, as you both heard the clashing of swords come from the deck of the ship.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your dragon boss saves you from marriage

General Plot: You're engaged to a dragon prince, but you aren't exactly thrilled. Neither is your boss.

Dragon (Calista) x female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

W: slight yandere vs. yandere vibe, sfw dragon fluff, threats of bad haircuts

“Put that down (Y/N),” your boss Calista growled in her irish accent, “you’re not even supposed to be here today, love. Fox is gonna piss ‘imself if you’re not at the hair salon.” 

You blinked up at her and froze with the reports in your hand. 

“Do I really have to go?” you groaned. 

She gave you a quick sympathetic look but schooled her face. Calista didn’t care for your fiance and her nephew Fox. His clan of dragon shifters had all but adopted you when you were a teenager and it turned out the payment for that kindness was his father expecting the two of you to be married.

You weren’t even a dragon, but Fox was a spoiled dragon prince and he got what he wanted. He wanted you to be his wife so his father put aside eons of tradition to declare you, a random human commoner, to be his fiance. 

The two of them had been picking out wedding venues and dragged you to a dozen samplings from everything from wine to cake to florists. Fox thought you were the cutest, tiniest human and wanted to do nothing more than dress you up like a cupcake and prance you all around in front of his friends, showing off his improvements. He’d gotten you braces to straighten your teeth and paid for expensive facial treatments to fix your acne.  

If it weren’t for him and his father you would have never graduated college or gotten this killer job as an accountant for Calista. You owed them everything, still…you just weren’t in love with Fox. Sure, he was handsome. He was eight feet tall with pretty red horns and golden skin, but he was a bit immature and he treated you like you were dumb as a rock, even though you’d done most of his homework for him in college. 

Calista sighed and rubbed her eyes, seeming to be working on some inner conflict. 

“I’ll escort you,” she finally said, taking the papers out of your hands and flopping them on your desk. 

Your phone rang and you groaned when you read Fox’s name on the screen. 

“H-hello?” you said into the phone. 

“(Y/N) the salon called and said you missed your appointment. Don’t tell me you forgot about our dinner tonight and went to work, silly girl?” he chuckled into the phone, “you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck! You’ll have to go to the hair salon after the nail salon and then the stylist.” 

Of course you didn’t forget. You didn’t want to go. Fox had been going on and on about you getting a different haircut before the wedding and how cute it would make your face, but you didn’t want to cut your hair. 

You were supposed to be preparing for a royal dinner with all of his prissy dragon prince friends from across the country who had flown in for the celebration. He only wanted to show you off, you wouldn’t be expected or even allowed to speak. 

You were supposed to look cute while he talked about what a saint he was for marrying a human, even though this was all his idea in the first place. He loved to go on and on about how he and his father had rescued you from poverty, but that wasn’t entirely true. 

Calista is the one who had discovered you initially. She’d been volunteering with young women at a math bootcamp put on for underprivileged youth and you’d been the teen she’d been assigned to. She’d been impressed with your intelligence, even though you didn’t have any natural aptitude for mathematics and made it her project to give you some skills that would feed you in the future. 

She’d brought you around her office when you graduated high school to give you an internship and that’s where you’d met Fox and his father. Fox had immediately stolen you away, being your same age, insisting that the two of you attend the same college, have the same friends, and eventually date. 

Suddenly he was paying your tuition, your rent, your car note, your food, everything. You felt so indebted to his family for what they’d done for you, you didn’t feel comfortable saying no. So now, to your dismay, several years later, you’d somehow committed yourself to walking down the aisle with him. No one really even asked you. He just showed up with a ring one day and declared you were his fiance, being sure to mention how grateful you must be to be chosen as a dragon’s princess. 

“Sorry, I got caught up at work,” you said robotically, “Calista reminded me and is going to take me over.” 

“Great!” he said, “I’ll send her the picture for the hair dresser. That woman’s got a mind like a steel trap.” 

That wasn’t a sarcastic comment. Calista was the only reason the lavish dragons could stay afloat. She did financial miracles to counteract their ridiculous spending and she was a genius with corporate strategy. The whole place would fall apart without her to hold it all together with tape and glue. There was a ding and Callista’s long fingers extracted her phone from her navy blue suit pocket. Her ice blue eyes narrowed on the picture Fox had sent her. 

“Bangs?” you saw her mouth with distaste. 

“Hang up the phone,” she said suddenly. 

You glanced up at her and quickly mumbled goodbye to Fox, pressing the red button to end the call. 

“Everything okay?” you asked. 

She looked at you for a long time. Calista was beautiful, with white-blonde hair and sky blue eyes, framed with a few smile lines that hinted at her age. She was tall, like every dragon, approaching nine feet not including the shimmery blue horns emerging from her head, with a thick, curvy form. Your eyes had always lingered on her rather large bosom, to your own embarrassment. It was just hard to miss and at your height more often than not you were face to face with them.  

Her fingers drifted up to your cheek and she gave you a small smile, before taking your hand firmly in hers. Her heels clicked on the shiny marble flooring as she hurried you through the building. 

“Stay here for just a second,” she said, leading you into her corner office. 

She pushed aside a picture to reveal a safe and opened it, hurriedly pulling stacks of cash from it and shoving them in her purse. 

“I don’t think the hairdresser will cost that much,” you said, confused. 

She laughed to herself and grabbed a few other things, a pistol, some documents, and some jewelry. 

“Grab my laptop,” she said so you would be looking away when she extracted a magical sword that could pierce dragon scales and transformed it into a reasonably sized pocket knife she could stuff in her purse. 

You hurried back with the laptop confused as to why Calista was packing so much stuff just to take you to the hairdresser. When she was happy she had everything she needed she looked down at you, dragging you close to her by the waist. 

Your eyes widened, confused by the sudden contact, but your cheeks flooded with color. 

“Calista…” you started. 

“Shut up,” she said and to your utter shock pressed her lips to yours. 

You blinked for one second and then your eyes closed and you sank into her lips. She smelled like lilacs and tasted like honey and green tea. Moaning into her mouth you tipped your head to the side to grant her entrance. Her agile tongue licked yours and the cave of your mouth, tasting you. Groaning you hopped into her arms, winding your ankles around her back, hiking your skirt up and she pressed you back into the wall behind you. She pulled back. 

“I’m not letting you marry that fucking brat,” she gasped, pulling you into her lips again and speaking through frantic kisses, “but what I’m going to do…is dangerous...I might have to kill him…and my brother.” 

“I’m scared,” you gasped, sharing breaths and searching her eyes, “I don’t want to lose you.”   

This wave of passion hit you like a freight train. Suddenly every gentle moment you’d ever shared with Calista came rushing back to you. She’d always been there to hold your hand or wipe away your tears and better yet she always put you back on your feet and convinced you to keep fighting. 

You saw Fox when he made you two spend time together, but Calista is who you sought out for real companionship. You’d shared with her your secrets, your firsts. She knew everything about you. You didn’t want Fox to die, but if you had to choose…you wanted Calista more. 

Your phone rang again and Calista jerked it out of your pocket, dropping it on the floor and stomping it with her heel. Her nose brushed yours and she tipped her head forward to let your eyelashes mingle. 

“We have to go now,” she whispered and you nodded even though you were grinding your hips into her ribs. 

She kissed you again, before reluctantly pulling away and tossing you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing. You didn’t know how many times Calista had held herself back from you or even more often held herself back from decking Fox as he slobbered all over you. 

She’d found you. You belonged to her, not some spoiled prince who could barely tie his own shoes. But she was a mature dragon. It had never been in her nature to paw at you like a lovesick schoolgirl, but as she carried you to her Jag she wondered if her discretion had all been a mistake. She’d let him take things too far and now she was blood thirsty and furious. 

You were too young for her, she’d thought at first. That’s why she had waited so long. She was hundreds of years old, you weren’t even 50. She’d convinced herself the proper thing to do would be to stand by your side and protect you discreetly. She held sway with her brother because really she pulled all the strings.

Wyatt was a helpless idiot who ruled mostly on his good looks and her creativity. She could watch you, making sure that idiot Fox never really harmed you. But that had been a foolish lie she was telling herself, wasn’t it? She’d never truly intended to let him have you, had she? She’d been putting off the inevitable all along. 

To hell with that, she thought as she peeled out of the parking garage with your big, wet eyes on her. 

When you reached the mansion, where Calista, you and a few other inner circle dragons lived with Wyatt you watched her pull the pistol and oddly a pocket knife from her purse and shove them into the pocket of her suit jacket.

Then she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail and dragged you out of the car with her, holding you like luggage. You could have argued with her that you could walk, but the look on her face told you to keep your fucking mouth shut. You’d seen her make this expression a few times before when she marched into a boardroom and overtook a company. 

One of the guards met her at the door and she gave him a nod, saying more than you understood because he and a few other dragon guards fell in line behind her as you made your way through the mansion. 

You found Fox and his father in their study, drinking and laughing. They were immediately on alert when Calista walked in with death on her face and six dragon guards at her back. 

“What’s the meaning of this Calista?” Wyatt asked, his face full of shock, “is there an emergency?” 

“(Y/N) is mine,” she said flatly, “the kid doesn’t touch her.” 

They both spoke at once. 

“What the fuck do you mean kid?!” 

“You’re joking Calista!” 

“I’m serious as a fuckin’ heart attack, he puts his rotten hands on ‘er I’m cuttin’ ‘em off,” she said and your eyes got large sitting in her arm, “we can do this one of two ways. You can go on playing regents like good little lads and leave ‘er to me or I lob your heads off right now and then go for a pint with the boys here. No one likes you. No one wants you and I’ve only kept you around because you make good decoys. My kindness goes no further.” 

The father and son’s wide eyes glanced over Calista’s shoulder to the assembled guards who were in no uncertain terms on her side. Calista had fought for them to get health insurance and mental health days worked into their contracts. Wyatt and Fox had brushed off their concerns, saying dragons didn’t get sick or depressed, which wasn’t at all true. 

“(Y/N)!” Fox shouted looking at you and crossing the room, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not gonna let her do this to you.” 

Wyatt hurriedly put his arm on his son’s shoulder to stop him and you shook your head. 

“Don’t call me that, Fox, I’m not yours,” you said from the safety of Calista’s arms, looping yours around her neck. 

His face immediately dropped at your betrayal. 

“You sneaky bitch! After everything we did for you?! You’re in on this?!” he snapped. 

You shook your head, offended. 

“I’m not in on-” 

“Shh, love,” Calista said, a creepy smile appearing on her face as she set you down and took as step forward, reaching in her pocket for her knife, “I’m gonna cut the lad’s tongue from his-”

“I think that’s quite enough,” Wyatt said, pushing himself in front of his boy, trying to save his son’s life. He knew his older sister was terrifying and wouldn’t feel bad in the least for mangling his child. She came from a different time, a time when spoiled princes got bloody lessons for pissing off the elders next in line for the throne. 

“Obviously,” Wyatt interjected, “you feel strongly about this, so we would never want to get in between you and clearly your mate.” 

“Father!” Fox cried, but Wyatt just slapped him. 

“Shut up, boy, if you want to live,” he snarled. 

Calista stopped and frowned. 

“Pity,” she said, crossing her arms and looking Fox up and down. She’d really been looking forward to paying him back for all of the kisses he’d stolen from you, every unwanted grope and touch she planned to get her revenge for. But that would have to come on a different day. Fox was young and stupid, he would give her an excuse. 

She sighed and turned her back to him, letting him know she wasn’t in the least bit afraid, picking you up. 

“Shall we go get that pint love?” she asked and you gave her a small smile, nodding.