#a TINY bit late but pls forgive me

[bluestation]

i found you in the future

[faebaex]

TWST Characters - Big Spoon or Little Spoon?

author note: don't ask me what provoked this, i'm writing these silly little headcanons so that i can get it out of my head so i can write the things i'm supposed to be writing! forgive me for my slowness (｡T ω T｡)

characters: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw & Octavinelle

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Little spoon who thinks he is a big spoon

He will try being both the big spoon and the little spoon respectively

But in his ACADEMIC opinion, he will declare that he is the big spoon

But despite how he insists that he is the big spoon, most nights he ends up falling asleep in your arms

If he wakes up in the middle of the night he’ll groggily try to rearrange but it doesn’t always work

Don’t tease him about it, sometimes he just needs the comfort of being held

Little spoon in denial basically

Ace Trappola

Silly straw who thinks he is a big spoon

No fr this guy will posture and insist that he is 100% big spoon material

But then as SOON as he falls asleep, he’s snoring and throwing his arms around and wiggling around, tossing and turning

Man will NOT keep still

The amount of times you’ve kicked him out of bed bc he keeps waking you up with his flailing

Rarely you’ll get a night where you comfortably sleep with him as the big spoon but don’t get used to it

Deuce Spade

Respectable big spoon

Probably one of the most comfortable people to sleep with

Will cuddle you well enough that you feel soothed but not tight enough that you can’t slip out if you want/need to

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, probably to the extent that you have to tell him to stop fretting

Good boy, 10/10

Cater Diamond

Undeniable little spoon

There is no doubt, just hold him pls

His favourite position is with his back to you bc he prefers it if you can’t see his face

Can’t have you seeing him vulnerable instead of his usual silly, goofy persona

Sometimes tho he’ll lay his head against your chest and you’ll have a little moment together

But don’t mention it otherwise he won’t do it again

Trey Clover

Big spoon

As if there was ever any doubt

He actually really likes spooning, he likes the intimacy

He likes the feel of your heartbeat and being able to stroke a hand through your hair or watch you as you sleep

Plus it is easy for him to slip into bed next to you if he’s stayed up late to finish baking

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Big spoon but only because he treats you like a living pillow

I mean let’s be real all this man does is sleep

So there is no way that you will be anything but the little spoon here

He’ll think its funny if you try to be the big spoon and then just push you underneath him and resume business as usual

Spooning with Leona is either incredibly comfortable or the most uncomfortable sleep you’ve ever had – there is no in-between

He pretends not to care if you voice any discomfort but genuinely will try to be more attentive in future

Jack Howl

Big spoon

But he goes to bed sooo early so you don’t always get to cuddle

Sometimes when you sneak into bed he’ll roll over and engulf you in his arms

As if he sensed you in his sleep

But other times Jack sleeps like a rock

So its kind of hit and miss

But when you do get to spoon, it feels like you are encompassed in a huge, never-ending hug

It may even be tempting enough for you to become a morning person, if you’re not already

Ruggie Bucchi

Little spoon 100%

My man just likes to cuddle up after a long day of making thaumarks and running around taking care of Leona

So there is nothing he loves more than snuggling into your chest or side and passing out

Plus being the little spoon makes it a tiny bit easier to slip out in the morning when he has to do one of his early morning jobs or get Leona's breakfast ready

Plus plus having you there makes his bed feel just that little bit more comforting :)

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Little spoon who thinks he is a big spoon #2

You’ll fall asleep with him being the big spoon but you always ALWAYS wake up with him somehow in the little spoon position with his arms and legs wrapped around you

Will insist this is a misunderstanding and that he slipped bc he’s still not used to beds yet

He actually loves nothing more than burying his face into your chest and feeling nice and safe

Nevertheless he will go to the grave insisting that he is the big spoon

The biggest little spoon in denial, no one compares

Jade Leech

Big spoon

The only time he is a little spoon is when he gets too excited about mushrooms or something and needs to calm down while you stroke his hair

Otherwise he is a big spoon through and through

Thing is though, his grip is TOO strong

Once you make the decision to spoon with him, there is no escape

His arms will be wrapped so tightly around your waist that you can’t even more an inch away from him

He has absolutely no remorse about it either the next morning, he’ll just give you his little closed eye smile and be all ‘whoops’ but hold you just as tight the next time

Floyd Leech

Hear me out, hear me out

100% a little spoon

He gives off big spoon energy but actually prefers to wrap himself around you and have you hold him and play with his hair and give him back scratches

Be careful if he’s in a silly goofy mood though because he’ll start nipping at you

Thinks its hilarious when you’re relaxing and you suddenly yelp bc he’s nipped at your side

But usually he behaves himself bc sometimes he’s a little touch starved so he really likes it when you hold him

[thndrs-wrtr]

Hello!! That Chan pic with the baby is just sjdjsjdj and the entire video, lord. I was wondering if u could write something like thar pls, needing fluff dad Chan 🥹

OMG YES. ABSOLUTELY . Also, golden star for you for being my first request ⭐️

Let's see what I come up with.

Warnings: Dad Bangchan. Fluff, extreme domestic fluff.

Big hugs

Ever since Chan came back to work after his hiatus, he promised he would come back home earlier. In the end, he had to come back not only to his house, but to his home. It wasn't just you waiting for him, now there was a tiny little human being that would wait for him.

However, Chan's promise was forgotten that day. It was already 10pm and he was nowhere to be seen. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, for Daesung refused to sleep for the entire day. No nap time, and he was definitely far from falling asleep anytime soon. He's definitely his son, you thought when the tiny almost two year old refused closing his eyes.

Walking around the place, singing, showing him toys, begging, anything worked. Instead, his tears kept flowing and so did your stress. His diaper was clean, he ate his dinner, he didn't seem to be hurt, the thought of taking him to the hospital faded when he finally sat still on the floor and started playing with his toys, and if he was not sleeping, at least he have you some peaceful minutes to a quick trip to the bathroom.

Chan finally arrived home, quietly. He smiled when he saw the boy giving his entire attention to his tiny, tiny guitar, pulling the nylon strings one by one, thank you uncle Han for the present.

He hid behind the wall, just showing his face when he finally spoke, calling the baby's attention.

"Hello there"

His dimples appeared on his cheeks and his eyes became smaller thanks the smiling expression. The baby quickly turned around, and started moving his legs and arms in an attempt of getting up.

The older man left his hiding and went straight to him, kneeling as to pick him up. Daesung started giggling right away, gripping onto Chan's shirt without hesitation.

"Your eyes are so red, had you been crying, hm? No, don't cry! Let's whipe those eyes, yeah? Don't cry, I've got you, ok?."

He said with a downward smile, rubbing his nose against the chubby cheek after cleaning the dry tears on his cheeks, making you melt right away when you appeared in the room once again, leaning in the doorframe for a few seconds while Chan didn't notice you.

"Two good looking boys and I look like if I'm back from a camping night" you said in between giggles.

"Ah, baby" Chan laughed as well, walking towards your way and kissing your shortly as a hello. "I'm sorry, yeah? I knew I said I'd arrive early and-" you cut his words.

"Watch him while I take a quick shower. I need it. Then I'll forgive you."

"Sounds like a fair deal"

Chan agreed, and his attention went back to Daesung. He lifted him in his arms in swift motions, the baby giggling and kicking his legs whenever Chan would lift him up in the air, and then back down using his mouth to immitate the sound of a rocket. Their tiny game continued for a few minutes, until Chan took him back to the bedroom.

"Shall we put you on your pj's, yeah?" He said with a kind of high pitched voice, "yeah, you need to be in your pj's. Is late and you gotta sleep, ok?" He told him as if he'd get a solid answer in return.

"I wrote so many verses for you today, probably a bit cheesy but yeah. Ah, you're gonna hate me when you're fifteen aren't you"

Chan giggled while he was changing Daesung into his onesie. He leaned forward, gently tickling the boy's belly, and the multiple "nom noms" on his neck, hands and belly didn't take long in appear, making the baby giggle and kick his feet at his dad's attention.

You had no idea how time you spent taking your quick shower, but after a long day after barely eating, constantly trying to calm down Daesung's crying, you really needed some time alone, and you knew Chan had it all covered outside.

However, when you got out the silence made you worried. Usually, Chan would be singing, or holding conversations with no replies back other than babbles, or music playing in the background. But now? Silence. Pure, and absolute silence.

The dim light of your bedroom made you walk towards it, the scene making you feel like sit down in that same spot and cry.

An unsual, asleep shirtless Chan under the sheets, accompanied by the image you wanted to see the entire day. Daesung finally, finally asleep. And not only asleep. He was soundly asleep using Chan's chest as bed, his tiny hands holding onto him while Chan's arms were perfectly wrapped around him a very, very big hug.

You walked towards them very cautiously, keeping your hand on Daesung's back for brief seconds as you leaned forward to kiss his head, repeating the gesture but this time on Chan's temple. Apparently, someone was refusing to sleep without his dad.

And you understood your son perfectly, you couldn't fall asleep easily when Chan wasn't there, how could you, if not wrapped in his arms?

[nena-la-fresa]

The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 4|

18+ Account | Minors DNI | Do NOT Follow, Like, or Comment | Pls have your age in your bio, if you do not I will automatically block you because I’ll assume you are a minor.

Part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Smut with Plot | Pregnancy | Soft Aemond | Biting | P in V | Light Choking | Oral F Receiving | Tiny bit of a Violent Dream | A bit of angst

Word Count: 4052

A/N: Hasn't been proof read yet. Sorry this one is a long one but I wanted to end it here. Ik i wouldn't be able to commit to a longer story. So imma stop it here before I fuck it up. I also plan on writing some one shots of Aemond and some of Michael Gavey cuz I have a small obsession with this man at the moment.

No matter how many times you had visited the godswoods in the Red Keep you had not seen a single vision. You had kneeled there for hours, yet nothing. You prayed to them, hoping they had not abandoned you. This gift they had kissed upon you had been taken for what felt like a month. You hoped this would not be the end of your life and your families. Even if it was the end you kept praying. 

“M’lady please.” Your maid begged you once again as she had an hour ago. 

“Mira, you do not need to stay. I’ll do another hour.” 

“M’lady please. You’ll catch a cold, you’re drenched. We need to warm you up.” 

You finally opened your eyes, you looked down and noticed the smell of the water beneath your knees. The way your loose hairs had stuck onto your neck and face, and the way the water had tickled your cheek as it ran down. Now out of your trance you heard heavy footsteps approaching you and Mira. 

Ser Criston Cole had appeared, with a blank expression on his face he spoke, “The queen would like to speak to you.” 

You sighed before getting up, “Thank you Ser Criston Cole. Let me change and then I shall meet with her.” 

“Now” He had hardly spoken. 

Taken aback by his tone, “Are those in her words or your?” 

“The matter is urgent. She would like to speak now.” 

“Alright.” You rolled your eyes before attempting to pat off the dirt that had clung to your dress. 

In a hushed hiss voice Mira spoke, “M’lady you sat there in the rain for hours. A simple pat would not take it out.” 

You said nothing but a quiet sorry. She was right to be upset though.

You had gotten looks from almost everyone as you walked down the corridors to the Queens chambers. You had excused Mira as you and Cole had entered the room. As the doors opened Alicent had turned around, her eyes widened. 

“My gods, what on earth happened to you.” She grabbed a blanket nearby and walked over to you to wrap you with it. 

“Forgive me your grace. I was praying in the godswoods and had not noticed the rain.” You pause and cling onto the warmth. “I was going to change but Ser Criston Cole said it was urgent.” 

In the corner of your eye you could see him glare at you. “The matter was urgent but you could have changed.” She began to pull you towards the fire to warm up. “I’ll keep it short then.” 

As you both were seated she handed you a cup of tea. “I’m sorry for the bluntness but, have you bleed?” 

Your hands stopped, it took you a moment to process. It had been a month, a month of praying to the gods of the old. A month of sitting there and not a single moment had you realized you never bleed. An entire month, you had never been late, your cycle was always on time, maybe a few days late but never a month. “I” You paused, “No, I haven't. Not since before the wedding.” 

With a bit of remorse on Alicents face, she gave a half smile. That look you had was one she knew all too well. “That’s wonderful. It’s wonderful news, especially news we can give out at Aemonds coronation day.” 

“Oh, yes, his coronation day.” The events that had taken your wedding day came flooding back. “Will you be telling Aemond” 

She nodded, “He should be here soon.” 

Just as the first day he met you, he saw you sitting there. This time by the fire, he watched as the fire had illuminated your face. The way it kissed your features, the way it had made your face glow. Yet this time there was a somber look on your face that you tried to hide with a smile. 

“Hello Husband. We seem to keep meeting this way.” There was an ache in his heart as you went back to calling him Husband. He loved the way you called him by his name. Yet he knew it was his own fault. He had pulled back from you, not because he despised you. But because he despised himself. How could he touch you, not after what he did, not after what he did to his flesh and blood with his own hands. The situation with Aegon was different than Lucerys, with Lucerys it was out of his control. But with Aegon, it was by will. Not only that but for another reason he could not even dare think of it in fear it may come true. 

Alicent could feel the tension, she spoke to try and break it. “Aemond, please sit. I’d like to speak to both of you.” 

He nodded his head and proceeded to sit next to you on the sofa. 

“I was telling Y/n that your coronation day was coming soon. Your grandsire has arranged everything and things have been prepared accordingly. As for your coronation day, we will first check with the maester, but if our assumptions are correct, we will announce the celebration of your first child.” 

You could feel his hard gaze on you as fidgeted with your fingers. Was he mad? Was he upset that you had gotten pregnant so fast? Did he now feel even more tied to you? Did he resent you for this? Like always thoughts had flooded your mind. Without the sight it was impossible to make decisions or to pass judgment on him. You felt vulnerable, you had never felt like this before. You had always been two steps ahead of any suitor or any man in general. But now here you are, a wolf in the den of a dragon. What were you to a dragon? Nothing really. Your sight was all you had to feel in control, and now with it gone you truly felt what other women felt. Powerless. 

“I see.” Aemond had spoken. “Thank you mother. I hope that in time you will be able to guide my lady wife in her responsibilities as the new Queen.” 

She nodded, “Yes of course. And your grandsire will speak to you of your responsibilities as well.” 

“Was there anything else?” 

“No, that was all. You both may take your leave.” Alicent stood up. 

Both you and Aemond had as well, as you all headed towards the door Alicent spoke for the last time, “Congratulations. You both have done well.” You and Aemond nodded. 

Just as you think you both walk in opposite directions Aemond places his hand on your lower back. You look up at him, yet he does not look at you. He began to guide you towards his chambers. When he noticed some maids passing by he asked them to draw a bath in his chambers. They obliged. 

By the time you both had reached the room the bath had already been drawn. He excused the maids. He led you to the front of the tubs, from behind he began to untie your gown. You looked over your shoulder and pulled away. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Stand still.” His voice stern. Yet he continued to speak, “Do you know how idiotic it was to stay in the rain? You could have gotten sick.” 

You spoke lightly, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Clearly.” 

He helped you into the tub after he had removed your dress and let down your hair. As you laid back in the tub he began to wash your hair. 

“The realm can not afford to lose its heir.” 

You had rolled your eyes, “Yes husband, as I am simply a child maker. And my life does not matter.” 

He lightly pulled on your hair causing you to glare back at him. “I wasn’t finished.” He had grabbed your chin lightly so that you wouldn’t look away. “While the realm can not afford it. I could not afford to lose you.”

Your eyes looked away from his, “Oh and is that why you have avoided me for a month?” 

“Yes.” You scoffed at his remark. 

“My uncle is still alive. We killed his children and his wife, what do you think he’d do if he found out I have grown fond of you. That I have a weakness for you, and now our child. He would burn you alive. Cut you in half, torture you, feed you to caraxes. What would I do if that happened?” 

“Kill him and remarry.” 

“You think that coldly of me?”  

“I have heard rumors that you were with a woman before me. What would stop you from doing the same? You are clearly loyal to your mother and if she wished you to remarry for the sake of the realm you would. I am nothing but a pawn in your family's game. I have done my duty and if I die then that is in the fate of the gods.” 

He was taken aback by your willingness to die. He had noticed a shift in your behavior for a while. The past month he had watched you from a distance, always seeing you praying in the godswood. It was all you did, he had to send maids to come and bring you food whenever you noticed you being there for more than an hour. 

“You have the sight. You are not just a pawn. Clearly my grandsire saw it as something.” 

“Yet I do not have the sight! The gods have clearly punished me! I have not had a single vision or dream since I got here. I have nothing, I am nothing.” 

“You are not nothing. You are my wife. You are to be queen.” 

Tears began to well up, “But I can not just be that. My whole life I have been a greenseer. How could I have that taken from me?” 

“Would you like to go back for a few days?” 

“Where?” 

“Home. To Winterfell.” 

“No, it’s too far. Your coronation is soon, riding there would take months.” 

“Not by dragon's back.” 

“Dragon’s back?” 

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

“No?”

“I’ve never been on a dragon. Let alone see one up close.” You shook your head. 

“It would only be for four days.” 

“Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Were you not listening to me, my lady wife?” He teased. 

“No.” 

“I could never replace you. You are now everything to me” He had leaned in closer. 

He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, “That is why I am being nice.” 

His lips moving closer to your lips. His kisses were intoxicating, no matter if you were angry at him. No matter if he had ignored you. Ever since that day he first kissed you, you had become addicted to it regardless of your feelings. 

“You can’t leave me again. You can’t shut me out. I can’t be here alone. I can’t do this without you.” Your eyes clouded with lust, with caving for his affection. 

“Alright.” He smirked lightly. 

“Promise?” 

He chuckled, “I promise.” 

His lips touched yours. The kiss was sloppy, desperate. You turned around to face him, pulling him closer. Through the kiss you began to help him undress. As he got in the water he pulled you onto his lap. His hands on your waist to hold you up right while your hand drifts down his chest. 

You found his cock already hard, it twitched at your touch. You gripped it tightly causing him to hiss. Your lips leave his as you travel down to his neck. As you suck on his neck you begin to pump his cock causing him to grunt lightly. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed as his head leaned back. The look of him like that caused your body to feel on fire. You bit his chest lightly, a groan left his lips. 

Unwilling to wait anymore you aligned him to your cunt. Rubbing him against your lower lips.

“Fuck” His hand moving from your waist to his cock.

But before he could grab himself you stopped his hand. This caused him to open his eyes and look up at you. He watched as you guided his hands from your stomach, passed your breast to reach your throat. That was when you sank down onto his cock, taking all of him. You let out a light moan feeling his warmth. 

He watched as you arched your back and began to move your hips. He lightly squeezed his hand causing your breath to hitch. All he could do was watch, watch as your perfectly shaped tits bounded with the rhythm of you bouncing on his cock. He hadn’t seen you clearly the first time you had sex. But now, he could clearly see you. The candles that surrounded the tub had illuminated you perfectly. The way your hair clung to your neck, the way the water dripped down your face. It made you look ethereal. Too delicate for him to touch, he was afraid that he would break you. 

But your whispers of his name tempted him. He needed more. He sat up, moving you with him. Once he had you both in a comfortable position he lifted you up. He carried you over to the bed. He had placed you on the bed and told you to get in the center. He then told you to turn around and bend over. He watched as you hesitated slightly but then did what he told you to do. Your forearms resting on the bed as your ass stuck up in a position that gave him a view of everything. You felt vulnerable, especially as he had not made a sound. This caused you to look back at him. You just saw him standing there looking at you, his cock just as hard as he had begun to stock it at the sight he was blessed with. 

“Aemond.” You whispered his name again. 

Just with his name he had moved closer to you. You felt the shift in the bed, you felt his hands making their way to your hips once more. His cock aligning with your cunt, he had rubbed himself against you smearing his juices against your wet cunt. It didn’t take long before he filled you up. He groaned at the feeling of your warm cunt, it pulled him in and held onto him tight as he pulled back and forth. 

His pace began to speed up and the sounds of your sweet moans. Each trust is getting harder and hitting the right spots. You felt him pull you back to him, your back against his chest as he continued to fuck you. He moved the hair from your neck, his lips sucking gently on your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your cunt tightening around him more. That last squeeze was enough to tip him over the edge. He came, his cum overflowing out of your cunt as he pulled out. 

He watched as his cum dripped from your cunt to the bed. You felt a shift in the bed again. You felt something between your legs. Before you knew it his lips were against your cunt. He lapped at your dripping cunt. His groan vibrated against your lower lips. 

“You taste so fucking good.” 

You sat up and watched him, his eyes closed as you would grind down on his face. You moaned as you felt his tongue slip between your folds. As you gripped his hair you watched as he opened his eyes. He stared back at you, sucking hard on your clit. You felt a tingling sensation pass through your whole body. Your knees felt weak, Aemond could feel it too. Once you had come down from your high, you got off him. 

Your back now against the bed. You took a moment to collect your thoughts. He was in you just seconds ago but you missed the feeling of him filling you up. But he wouldn’t let you rest, not yet. 

“I’m not done. Not yet. I need you, in every possible way.” Aemond leaned down and kissed your lips as he entered you again. 

Your moans and the sound of the bed creaking could be heard throughout the halls. The whispers of your marriage not being consummated during your period of silence with each other would be silence. 

Morning came quickly, the sun was now shining as the storm had passed. You awoke to the sound of the birds singing and to the feeling of an arm wrapped around you. You opened your eyes and looked down. Aemond had done the decency to cover you both after you had knocked out. But what made your heart flutter was the placement of his hand on your stomach. You didn’t know if he placed his hand there intentionally or just by coincidence. Either way it made you feel secure. Not just for you but for this child.

You placed your hand on his, he was warm. You didn’t understand how he could always be so warm, especially with how cold he looked. You tried to remove his hand to get up but he pulled you back into him. 

“Are you planning to run away so early, wife?” Aemond nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

You smiled and turned around in his arms, “No dear husband. I plan on getting ready so that we may go to Winterfell.” 

“Everything is ready. We just need to get out of bed.” Aemond kept his eyes closed and ran his fingers up and down your arm. 

“How do you know it’s all ready? We only spoke of it last night.” 

“Earlier this morning, your maid had come in to wake you. I told her of our plans and asked her to get help setting everything up.” 

“I see.” You paused, “So then why are we still in bed?” 

“Because my dear wife. After all your nagging yesterday, you looked so beautiful sleeping. I could not dare wake you.” 

Aemond opened his eyes to find you glaring at him. He kissed your forehead, “After all that yesterday, you still find ways to upset me?” 

“How could I not?” He smirked before placing a kiss on your lips. 

After an hour or two you both had finally got ready. He had taken you to where Vhagar was, and there you stood. The giant stood before you, the air it had realized from its nose blew your hair slightly. Aemond pulled you closer, he placed your hand on Vhagar. He spoke in High Valyrian, and it seemed to have called the dragon down. 

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to ride with you?” 

“Yes. You’ll just sit in front of me.” 

The trip was long, but not as long as you had spent in the carriage. You felt the cold breeze hit you. The smell of open air, of the woods you had always remembered. Once Vhagar had landed you were greeted with your fathers men. They were taken by surprise and led you both to your father. You had explained everything to him, and how you would only be there for a bit so that you could be back in time for Aemonds coronation. With that he let you go, but requested an audience with Aemond. There you were taken to the godswood. It felt different, different than the one in the Red Keep. You kneeled in front of the tree and began to pray.

After what felt like hours there had been footsteps behind you. Turning you noticed Aemond heading towards you. You watched as he took in the woods. 

“Beautiful isn't it.” You got up and headed towards him. 

He nodded his head and reached up to touch one of the red leaves, “I didn’t expect it to look exactly like the one back home.” 

“They all look the same. At least that’s what I’ve been told.” 

“Have you finished?” He looked back at you.

You smile at him, “Yes. I feel much better now.” 

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning around to walk back. He stopped when he noticed you weren’t by his side. 

“What is it?” 

“After your coronation. Do you think we could come back?” 

“What for?” 

“Well ever since I was a little girl I always wanted to get married here in the godswoods. And I know we already had our wedding. But-” You looked down at your hands before looking back up at him. “I’d really love to get married to the man I have grown to admire here.” 

Aemond walked back over to you, “If that is what my Queen wants, then I shall give it to her.” 

All you could do was smile at him. Yes your relationship was not ideal, this was not how you had expected it. Especially with him ignoring you, but now, now that you both promised. You both came to an understanding you felt like you could really build something with him. Clearly there was attraction, but you could be more than that. And his openness towards it was all you needed. 

Later in the day at dinner you had felt nauseous and excused yourself to your room. Aemond was going to go with you but you told him to enjoy himself and to keep talking if he wanted to. And he did. He found the environment less hostile as the one back at Kings Landing. Time had passed and without wanting to disturb your sleep, Aemond slept in a separate room. The night had continued yet Aemond could not stop tossing in his sleep. 

He was stuck, as if someone was holding him back. He watched as Daemon pulled you by your hair. You hold your swollen belly to protect your child, your face red and bloody. 

“Nephew, you started this war but I will end it. A wife for a wife.” Daemon pressed the dagger against your cheek, nicking it. 

“Aemond.” Your cries out before all he could hear were your screams. 

Daemon moved the dagger to your eyes, gouging out one after the other. Your tears mixed with the blood that ran down your eyes. Your screams had continued until they had felt real. 

Aemond jolted awake and yet he still heard your screams. His mind scattering, he ran out of the room to find yours. He flung open the door, your screams got louder. He was met with the sight of you, sitting up in bed. Your hands covering your eyes as if you had felt the pain. The pain he had dreamt of. He ran to you and touched your arm. But you had begun to hit him, trying to push him away. 

“Y/n. It’s me. It’s just me.” He waited until you calmed down to see it was really him. He watched as your tears ran down your face. The tears were overflowing, you let out a sob and whispered you were sorry. He shook his head and told you it was fine. 

He had pulled you into him. He had never hugged you so tightly before, he didn’t even know you were capable of that much strength. 

“I had a dream. Your uncle he-” 

“I know. I saw it. You don’t have to say it.” 

Your sobs hadn’t stopped. You both stayed there for more than an hour. Aemond had set you back, and hugged you tightly in hopes to calm you down. It was working, but it did nothing to calm him down. It was all he could think of. Your screams, it made his entire body ache. He was stuck, he felt helpless.

But it was true, he had started this war. He was the cause, he didn’t deserve happiness and his uncle knew it. Just when he found it, just when he found someone who understood him. Daemon would take her from him. He knew if he didn’t find Daemon this would eventually be their fate. It would be your fate. And it killed him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you died. Not after all this. He knew this would not end not while Daemon was still alive. 

[madlumqx]

how they would kiss you. | multiple. jjk.

synopsis | how the men in jjk would kiss you.

who | nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, inumaki toge

warning | a tad bit suggestive (toji's) so minors pls dni or skip that part!, unbeta'd reading, established!relationship, gn!reader

a/n | i stumbled upon this trope list by @urfriendlywriter and just had the biggest spark to write ,,, like ever. writing this and relating the types of kisses based on my own personal headcanons ! chosen hottie for the cover is gojo ^-^

— NANAMI KENTO.

i chose goodbye kisses for him.

strikes me as the type who would pull you in for a lingering kiss every damn time before he leaves for work, a walk, grocery shopping, or just when he leaves for anything without you by his side.

as a man who prefers intimate moments with his significant other in the peace of his own home, he makes sure to make his affections known.

"y/n? i'll be leaving now." your boyfriend announces as he sets his coffee mug on the table and heads for the front door of your small home together.

you knew what he meant by that and make your way towards him from the living room, a small smile on your lips as you stare at him adoringly. a tiny smile of his own forming as your figure approaches him.

his big arms circle around your frame and pull you in, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, nose, then finally a lingering one to your lips. "i shall be home right before you know it, okay?" he mumbles against your lips, unwilling to let you go.

"mhm, i know, ken. you hate going into overtime. but please go now before you get late yourself." you scold him a bit, patting his chest as you place another kiss to his lips. "be safe out there, okay?"

"always, my love. i'll come back home to you soon."

— GOJO SATORU.

messy kisses for this one!

listen to me first !! ik this man would be an incredible kisser but in the heat of the moment?

yeah, he won't be holding back. with your hair and his all messed up with the sheets wrinkled as the make out session gets heated.

it started out a playful fight; gojo started a tickle battle between the both of you but someone ended up with him on top of you with your lips now connected with his.

your digits curl into his snow-like hair as his teeth bite into the plush area of your lips, tongue swiping against its lower brim to appease you a bit before exploring the familiar warmth of your mouth. the rustling of the sheets and your breathless whimpers replacing the boisterous laughter the two of you had just moments earlier.

your boyfriend leans back to stare at you with a cocky grin, placing a few more kisses to your lips before licking it playfully, causing you to pull against his hair. "geez baby, you could've told me you had a thing for hair pulling." he says, eyes staring at your bruised lips.

"you look so fuckin' pretty when i kiss you like that."

— GETO SUGURU.

HNG THIS MAN I SWEAR

n e wayz, he gets the type of kiss wherein you just know they're the one for you, that they're the one you can see your whole life with.

fell for you first but denied it until the moment his lips met yours after having a long fight.

now he wants nothing more than to just be with you for eternity.

sat by the kitchen island, you busied yourself with a book just to clear your mind from the fight you just had with geto. it was the first one the two of you had ever since he moved in with you after your previous roommate left.

you couldn't even remember the cause of the fight in the first place.

hearing his footsteps behind you, you sigh. "geto, please don't. i don't want to f-" your words were cut off when the seat swiveled and you were facing him, his face distraught. "geto what are you-"

you couldn't even continue as his lips landed on yours, his hands caging you in as he grips the table for support. despite being so stunned, you felt yourself slowly let go and enjoy the feeling of his brims against yours. like it was always meant to be like that.

"forgive me, y/n." geto says as soon as he breaks the kiss, looking at you with an expression mixed of guilt and relief. "i... i just needed confirmation that my feelings were true. i... i couldn't handle the fight we had and thought i was going insane for how i felt. but this confirmed that i want you in my life forever now."

"you don't have to worry, geto. i feel just the same way as you do."

— TOJI FUSHIGURO.

hehe needy kisses for this mfkin hottie.

daddiest of all the daddies.

what else can i say about this man? he fucks like a GOD.

didn't really kiss whenever he does anyone

you're the only exception though.

if his lips weren't on yours, the moans you were producing would probably be heard throughout the entire neighborhood you were living in.

toji's fingers were toying with your nipples as his lips kissed you roughly, teeth biting into your bottom lip as he groans at the sound of your whine from the pain you had just felt. it was music to his ears to hear that come from you; it was addicting on his end.

you moaned even more when you felt him teasingly grind his hard cock against you, making him smirk to himself.

"want all of this, darling? work for it then."

— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

baby right here gets shy kisses!

our introverted boy would be red in the ears as he feels your kiss

would slowly get addicted to it though.

but would never initiate it unless he really wanted it; still, would be very shy, probably act all nonchalant about it.

unsure of how it happened, megumi was frozen in his place. he was hyperaware of his hands resting against your hips while you lean in. his heart was beating a thousand times faster than when he would go out on crazy missions with his classmates.

he liked you for the longest time but never really did anything to make it known until yuji's loudmouth slipped it out in a conversation with you in earshot. now he's here.

the kiss was sweet and innocent, yet his heart couldn't seem to calm down.

your lips on his sent his mind into overdrive, you tasted like a mix of chocolate and strawberries, the ones the two of you ate before everything spiraled into the very moment the both of you are in right now.

once you pulled away, megumi hid his face against the crook of your neck mumbling how he liked it and how you were such a good kisser. just don't mention his red ears and flushed face.

— YUJI ITADORI.

yo fr ,,, he just soft kisses for me.

imagine a sunday afternoon with him, watching something on the tv or sitting on his lap while he plays games

and just peppers you with loving kisses from time to time

IM JUST— 🥺🥺🥺

itadori admires you so damn much. he's a clingy mf whenever you're around and would flaunt you at any given point bcs sometimes he can't believe himself how he manages to have you as his lover.

but there are also days when he just wants to have you in his arms and have you all to himself without any interruptions; like this pretty sunday afternoon where the two of you are situated on the bed, all snuggled up while he plays games and you're just watching him.

"you good there?" he asks, eyes glued to the screen as he defeats one final boss, placing a kiss to your forehead. you muster a nod, feeling the drowsiness settle in.

judging by the lack of your response, he pauses the game and looks at you with adoration evident in his eyes. yuji leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, eyes, nose, wherever his lips could land before peppering your lips with multiple kisses.

"go sleep now, y/n. i'll be here when you wake up." he says, hugging you even closer to him.

— INUMAKI TOGE.

brOOOO resonates with kisses on your body so much.

not even the sexual kind (though he does that)

with his lack of words most of the time, he would do pretty much anything else just to make his love for you known.

which includes the plethora of kisses you get from him on the daily.

"shake." inumaki says as he flops on the bed next to you, clearly exhausted from the mission he had to do with the others. you smile and open your arms for your boyfriend who's clearly excited to just melt in your embrace.

"hello to you too, handsome." you greet him, kissing his forehead which he repays with kisses of his own. placing some on your lips, jawline, neck, collarbones, even your arms and hands which caused you to chuckle.

"did you miss me that much?" you ask him, to which he nods. he looks at you with expectancy.

"okay fine i'll tell you all the gossip from work today too."

PEEPEEPOOPOO jjk men said you should reblog this !!

[soleilnomoon]

Hiiii! :D <3 I owe you another event request that I announced.. sitting at work, yet another late evening, and dreaming of some Ace goodness. So may I ask for an ice cream sundae, donut hole, oatmeal raisin cookie, affogato and toffee? With female reader? :D If possible with the one serving the ice cream sundae being the reader? I need lotssss of caramel and whipped cream to get me through the week! Thank you so much!!!! <3

i can’t believe it took me so long, i’m so so sorry, but!!! it’s finally here *sobs continuously* so sorry bb that i took forever, but i only like to give you guys quality writing (esp with ace, i love him) so forgive me pls thank u & ily 😭💛🥺️

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; only a tiny bit of angst (yay), fluff!!!! and smut!!! ace needs to do better, and reader isn't as slick as she thinks she is (but lbr, when is reader ever slick). friends 2 lovers (surprise, surprise i know who am i), feat. v cute things like oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), a lil roughplay but nothing crazy, a lil dry humping, idk other stuff probably idr anymore ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა but i had fun writing even tho the fluff almost killed me but for u i persevered! (if u see spelling/grammar errors no u didn’t <;3)

“look how we bleed from all this wanting” — ama asantewa diaka

unease is something you’re well-acquainted with — a painful, yet comforting, reminder of things that may or may not come. its slender vines wrap meticulously around each bone in your rib cage, lying in wait as your heart beats faster. it’s a pathetic, melancholic melody; a lullaby you can never escape. anxiety pours into you slowly — poisonous and haunting, tainting the lush, untamed garden that’s grown deep inside of you; one you’ve painstakingly tended to for most of your life, where your childhood dreams remain dormant, where your fears slither around in the thick vegetation ready to strike when given the chance. everything becomes fuzzy and unbearable, but you somehow manage to inhale several large gulps of air before continuing. 

it’s not easy keeping secrets, but you do it anyway. for him — only for him. today’s no different, as this is one secret you’re more than happy to keep to yourself.

contrary to popular belief, ace is much more particular about certain things than he lets on. for whatever reason, he’s adamant on keeping his birthday hidden from his crew mates — something you don’t quite understand, but respect, nonetheless. he says it’s because he doesn’t want the fuss and awkward fanfare of celebrating, but you know there’s another reason — one possibly drenched in tragedy and grief, so you refrain from asking again.

instead, you decide to celebrate with him in private; you’re best friends, after all. and after a few months of prodding, he finally concedes, giving you free reign to do as you please. a man like ace isn’t simple to shop for; you stress over his birthday gift for weeks, desperately wanting to find something unique — something that no one else would think to give him. it keeps you up for several nights in a row, where torn pieces of paper with scratched out ideas litter the floor in your room. at a certain point you scream into your pillow, desperate to get all your frustrations out before going back to sift through your failed gift ideas.

you pass out in the middle of ranting to yourself about your own incompetence, and the idea comes to you in a dream. when you wake up the next morning, you’re a little nervous but you’re sure this might be the one gift he wasn’t expecting — the one gift that he’ll appreciate and possibly cherish.

the thought of that only serves to rattle the tiny box of nerves that sits in the middle of your stomach — the lid barely attached; the contents ready to spill at the next inconvenience that comes your way. 

ace intentionally kept vague about what he wanted as a gift; he hates the idea of people scrambling around trying to surprise him, and instead keeps his expectations low. life, it seems, has helped him learn that lesson time and time again; it’s better, in his opinion, to snuff out any residual hope — the one that lingers behind all the disappointment that tends to follow him around — before it’s too late.

still, he’s curious to see what you’ve been working so tirelessly on. you’ve kept quiet about everything, and no matter how many times he tries to pry the answers out of you, you remain steadfast and keep the secret to yourself.

he's impressed, to say the least, and a flicker of excitement courses through him as he spends the morning of his birthday obnoxiously guessing what your surprise gift is. you wave him off, tell him to stop pestering you, but he doesn’t let up. there were times when you almost told him, but he has to hand it to you — you’re incredibly determined and stubborn. 

you convince him to come off of the ship with you and explore the main town of the island your crew is visiting. he knows you’re not that interested in exploring, that you’re doing all of this to distract him; he smiles to himself in secret, away from your curious and trusting eyes, unable to come to terms with the warmth that’s taken hold of his chest, pitifully churning his insides around. if he had more sense, he’d realize it’s his nerves that have gotten the best of him; but that’s ridiculous, what would he have to be nervous about?

especially on his birthday?

while he thinks he’s being stealthy by trying to hide his emotions, you catch him several times; you don’t say much about it, instead wanting ace to fully enjoy himself unrestricted. you admire the shape of his jaw when he excitedly looks around, nearly trip when you notice how sunlight drapes itself along his freckled, light brown skin, and choke on your drink when he glances over at you. the corners of his lips quirk upward, and a small, devastating, dimpled smile crawls onto his face. 

you’re rarely rendered speechless, but your inability to function properly causes you to let go of the cup in your hand — not that it matters, really. you don’t even care that the drink splashes near your sandaled feet, nor do you notice the way ace’s brows furrow together at your sudden clumsiness. a frown works its way onto his lips while you stand there stupidly, trying to remember what it is you’re supposed to be doing.

he tilts his head and briefly wonders if maybe the heat has gotten to you — you’re usually much more with it, but today you’re quieter and spaced out. when he opens his mouth to ask if you’re okay, you simply step over the fallen drink and keep walking down the street. something about your insistence on ignoring your recent faux pas makes him laugh out loud; he doesn’t mean to, but it’s just so damn funny to him.

and while you could be mad at him for the way he can’t seem to stop laughing at you, you know that the small bout of annoyance will fizzle out shortly. you can never actually stay mad at him, even if you tried — and yes, you have tried and failed several times over.

ace eventually catches up to you and that familiar teasing grin stretches lazily along his lips as he playfully grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. you steel your features as best as you can and narrow your eyes at him; the residual embarrassment from earlier lingers obnoxiously, making you stumble over your words.

or, that’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

because if he knew that it was because it’s become increasingly difficult to be around him for extended periods of time, then you’d never hear the end of it.

the problem is: ace already knows, and has known for quite some time. he never brought it up, because then you’d find a reason to keep yourself busy and stay away from him intentionally. he’s selfish and will continue to monopolize your time however way he can, especially today. you’ve never had an issue with ace touching you before, but for some reason his skin is warmer than normal — or maybe it’s because you’re still too nervous about the gift. you know that he’ll like and appreciate anything you give him, which is why you let out a soft sigh and rummage through your purse to shove a small piece of paper into his hand.

“i wanted to wait until we got back to the ship,” you say quietly, tongue suddenly much too big for your mouth; you try pulling away from him, but ace’s grip is firm, and you’re not trying that hard anyway. “but, um… happy birthday!”

he watches you curiously before glancing down at the paper in his hand; in a cute, neat script, you’ve written: birthday coupon (1 use only). and before he can ask anything unnecessary, you explain quickly, words tumbling out of your mouth in a rush.

“basically, you have my services for exactly twenty-four hours only.”

and, as ace is constantly in a state of perpetual confusion, he glances back at you to see if this is a joke or not.

“really?”

he wants to believe you, but he also knows that you’d never actually let him have his way for a day — or, would you? now he isn’t so sure.

your usual bravado leaves you faster than you can handle, so you nod a few times and finally manage to free yourself from his hold. after giving yourself a bit of space, you realize that you can think clearly now that he isn’t so close to you.

“yes,” you say lightly, hoping that he’ll buy your false confidence as legitimate. “whatever you want me to do, i’ll do. no questions asked.” you know you’re treading dangerously, but this was the best idea you could come up with. unease finds you again when ace remains quiet — a feat for him, as he’s usually boisterous and vocal about everything — but all of that doubt dissipates when a small, sly smile appears on his face as he pockets the coupon and beckons you closer.

“thanks, let’s go.”

you don’t bother asking where, because ace has already grabbed your hand and tugs you along with him. you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to hold onto your hand like that, but you decide that you deserve a bit of selfishness too. the day passes fairly quickly — you end up eating at several places with him, purchase enough sweets to put you into a sugar-induced coma, and laugh so hard you end up in tears.

he likes seeing this side of you, the part that’s carefree and full of energy; he admires how smooth and soft your skin is and thinks it’s impossibly cute that you can’t stop sneaking glances at him. you’re not as inconspicuous as you think you are, but ace doesn’t tease you about it. already he’s had you do silly things like balance on one leg like a flamingo in the middle of the shopping plaza and cartwheel as long as you can down to the pier — the latter was him testing the waters to see if you’d really do it, but you rise to the challenge and only fall over twice.

embarrassment be damned, as long as ace is happy today that’s all that matters.

when you make it back to the ship, the sun has set, bathing the ocean and sky with a pretty mixture of bright colors. you take a moment to lean against the railing to watch the sky, mesmerized by the artistry, while ace watches you and contemplates how best to proceed with you. he’s normally much better at hiding his desire and attraction, but today he’s at his limit. he doesn’t bother looking away when you feel his gaze on you; it’s always intense, having ace’s undivided attention — and while a small voice tells you that it’s dangerous to let this tension build to a frenzied state, a much bigger voice tells you to just let go and embrace whatever happens.

it's ace who grabs your arm and tugs you with him to his cabin, locking the door behind so that no one would interrupt; and it’s ace who plucks the coupon out of his pocket again, playfully waving it around as your brain scrambles as you try to guess what he’ll request next. it should alarm you that your excitement starts to build all over again when ace plops down lazily in a nearby chair, legs spread; something compels you to move closer and before you can say anything remotely foolish, ace pulls you onto his lap.

you tell yourself that it’s purely for the sake of ensuring he has a memorable birthday, but the truth won’t let you off that easily — not when you shamelessly straddle him as your skirt rides up your thighs; not when you thread your fingers through his hair and tugging on it impatiently; and not when you softly press your lips against his and mumble something along the lines of, “hurry up and ask.”

it’s refreshing seeing you take initiative like that, so ace tosses the coupon onto the floor unceremoniously before gripping your hips firmly. that warmth from earlier comes back in full force, and suddenly you’re wondering why the both of you are still dressed. he doesn’t hesitate when he runs his tongue along your lips, and you, in response, roll your hips forward and grind down hard against his stiff cock. a dangerous game, you know — you know — but you can’t help yourself; not today, anyway.

it's you who kisses him first — clumsy and rash, but after a moment, your lips move against his with more certainty; he guides you with his tongue, heat shooting up your spine, making you pliant and eager. each time he kisses you, you have to remind yourself that it’s not another dream, that it’s actually happening. and even if, after all of this, you both go back to pretending you’re just friends, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

maybe.

you don’t dwell on that thought though, and focus on the way ace keeps rubbing his hands along your thighs — slow and tortuous, the callouses on his hands rough, but welcomed on your skin. you’re panting and whining softly, the heat radiating off his body stifling, but also addicting. he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back, and you somehow get the hint when he bucks his hips against yours, your panties already damp with arousal every time your pussy rubs against his cock.

there’s a slightly dazed look in his eyes when you managed to climb off of him without your legs giving out, and it’s his own selfishness that drives him to watch you as you take off your clothes without prompting. is it adrenaline, lust, or the intoxicating effects of ace’s presence that has you in between his legs and on your knees. when he realizes what you’re about to do, he opens his mouth to tell you that it’s not necessary, but his argument dies in his mouth and fizzles out completely when you unzip his shorts and pull out his cock.

ace inhales sharply as a warm breeze slips in from the open window and tangles itself around both of you; and, although the moon hides sleepily behind a few clouds, some of its light filters through, giving you an ethereal glow as you run your tongue along the length of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. it’s not often that ace finds himself powerless in front of someone, but you’ve rendered him weak beyond comprehension. you suck and swirl your tongue around, dragging it along his slit and licking off the precum that leaked out.

it invigorates you — watching him through your lashes as your hands wrap around the rest of his length, twisting and pumping mercilessly, every stifled moan giving you the encouragement to keep going. you inadvertently rub your thighs together, pussy slick with your wetness, but, surprisingly, you don’t feel ashamed about it — not when you take more of ace’s cock into your mouth, relaxing your jaw and letting him have free reign for a bit. ace juts his hips forward, feeling only a tiny bit remorseful when he sees you gag, but the determined look in your eyes tells him that you refuse to back down.

when you feel like you can’t breathe, you lick down his length and massage his balls, earning a string of unintended, slightly incoherent curse words from ace under his breath. it’s a sensitive area — and, try as he might, he can’t help but moan your name out loud, his breathing growing unsteady, making you all the more delirious and obsessed. your teeth accidentally grazes his skin and he tugs on your hair more forcefully than he means to, startling you but not for the reasons it should.

his voice is low and gruff when he speaks again. “y/n… behave.” which is all he really needs to say, because while it was an accident, something forbidden swirls around your lower abdomen, making you bold and somewhat reckless. before he can say anything else, you suck on his balls, melting his resolve and small bout of annoyance.

he wants to ask if you’re trying to kill him, but he partially knows the answer to that already. goosebumps prick his skin as you look at him equal parts mischievous and full of adoration. he’s not sure why, but he likes that he’s only ever seen you look at him like that.it makes all of this that much more intense, and he knows that after tonight he can’t go back to being just friends with you.

it’d be impossible.

you take his cock back into your mouth again, bobbing up and down, his girth still a challenge, but you take it in stride anyway. and its when you suck on his sensitive tip again that ace’s restraint finally gives out; you feel him jerk underneath you, and his cum is thick and hot as it spills into your mouth. he half expects you to spit it out, and even through that post-orgasm haze, he’s amazed when you swallow it all.

with his face flushed — from the force of the orgasm, from how he can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you, especially after you lick some of his cum off of your lips — ace runs a hand through his hair before standing up and pulling you to your feet. he kisses you again, sloppy, yet domineering; your hands work on tugging the rest of his clothes off quickly, and it doesn’t take long before he has you on your back thighs clamped around his head as he devours your pussy.

nothing can compare to the high you feel right now, hips rolling forward, shamelessly tugging on his hair roughly, moaning his name louder than you mean to. anyone passing by can hear you, the walls are thin enough, but you don’t care now. his tongue glides along your slit, your arousal spilling onto his tongue before he flicks it against your clit.

something about the way he’s handling you — as if you’re able to take whatever aggression he tosses your way, especially when he slides his fingers inside of your pussy, finger-fucking and enjoying how you’re falling apart underneath him — makes you that much more reactive to him. and when he sucks on your clit — merciless, just like you were being with him a short while ago — you don’t hold back.

your cries are music to his ears, and he knows he should tell you to keep it down, but he also likes how loud you’re being. almost as if he wants other people to hear that he’s the one making you writhe around on his bed like that. the orgasm is sudden, brutal, and life changing; a blinding light practically incapacitating you, momentarily robbing you of your vision. your chest heaves as you try to gather your thoughts; a lightheaded feeling takes over, making you shiver, your sweet whining only makes him want to keep torturing you with his tongue.

but he refrains, for now.

after pulling back, you both look at each other for a moment before you pull him down for another kiss — this one tender, sweet, and slow. ace lets himself fall further under your spell, not wanting to ask if you complied with his selfish whims because you wanted to or because of his birthday coupon. and if he did ask, you know, deep down, that you’d tell him it’s very obviously the former — that it wasn’t only his selfish whim, that you were equally to blame for letting things escalate like this. not that it matters much right now, since all you can think about, is how you don’t plan on leaving his bed for the rest of the night. and how you know you’ll be plenty sore once he’s done with you later on.

[lunargrapejuice]

don’t be mad baby

eren jaeger x fem!reader | 500+ words

18+ MINORS DNI, eren trying to make you forget that you’re mad at him, a little degradation, literally rips the panties right off you

why am i up late thinking about eren like this

“you’re so cute when you’re angry at me,” eren teases before sinking his teeth into your neck and sucking lightly at your supple skin.

“s-shut up. you’re such an asshole,” you all but moan into his ears at the attention he gives your skin. mouth sloppily- amazingly kissing at your exposed skin, hands holding firmly onto your hips. there’s no doubt you’ll have bruises there later, as he grinds his hard dick against your clothed core, your ass barely on the edge of the counter. your own hands wandering his tone chest and back.

“mhmm..” he thrust his hips a little too hard, causing you to gasp and dig your nails into his back at the harsh friction. “so rude for a little slut who was just begging to be fucked..” he trails his tongue from the base of your neck to your ear, nibbling at your lobe, his hot breath fanning against your skin. everything he does heats you from the inside out. “you do want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he whispers, a devilish grin you can feel against your ear on his lips.

when you don’t reply he pulls his hips from yours and a tiny whimper escapes past your lips at the loss of friction.

“don’t you?” he asks a bit louder when you don’t answer, pulling his face from the crook of your neck to look at you with his emerald, hungry eyes. the way he stares at you has your chest rising and falling with quick breaths, the air around you permating with wanton heat.

his hands push your hips so you’re fully sitting on the counter and then immediately trail down your legs, his touch feather soft as his fingers run from your inner thighs to your knees and back up again. his movements are soft and fleeting until he grabs onto your thighs, pushing them apart with a force that makes you wetter than you’d like to admit.

“yes.. eren.. pl-please,” you beg, wanting-needing to feel more of him, for eren to fuck you stupid until you forgot about whatever made you mad at him on the first place.

his fingers move up your thigh, stopping just as they brush ever so slightly against your soaking folds. “look at you..” he pushes a single finger against you and rubs your clit teasingly, leaving you a mewling mess underneath him. he cant help but smile feeling how wet you are through your lace panties. “one minute you can’t stand me and the next you’re begging for me..” you throw your head back, your back bowing and move your hips against his hand when he adds the perfect amount of pressure to have you seeing stars, his cock throbbing at the sight of you.

“fuck.. p..please.. Eren.. need you..” you didn’t care if you had to beg, if he didn’t fuck you right now you may never forgive him.

he doesn’t bother trying to take your underwear off, instead he rips them apart and tosses the shredding fabric to the side. his fingers dip into your hips once more, harder this time as he brings you back to the edge of the counter and immediately slams his cock into your pussy, sliding in and bottoming out easily from how wet you already are. a choked cry of his name falls for your lips from the sudden sensation of his thick cock stretching, filling you to the brim, beginning his thrusting at a slow and deep pace.

“how can i deny my baby, especially after making her so mad?”

main masterlist

[iknowyuu]

late night visit

kdrama! sieun x reader

// reader just wants to see their boyfriend, but it's sooo late. if only there was a way to see each other without reader risking being in danger...

tags: jaw kisses, they cuddle, lots of hugs

note: im thinking about making a taglist for sieun since i've noticed some reoccurring notes (thank you guys omf <333) i tried my best with the fake texts but they look kinda wonky LMFAO IF ANYONE KNOWS ANY GOOD APPS OR WEBSITES, PLS LMKKK 😭

♡

you frowned at your phone, once again trying to call your boyfriend and confirm his safety, but once again, it rang out then went to voicemail.

luckily, you wouldn’t need to press the call button when you saw your boyfriend standing there, with a plastic bag in his hand. unlocking the door, you quickly dragged him by his sleeve into your home, shutting and locking the door behind him. “OH MY GOSH, where did you go?” you enveloped him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his torso, relishing in the way he instinctively did the same, placing his head near the crook of your neck— something that he wouldn’t have done when you first started dating.

luckily, you wouldn’t need to press the call button when you saw your boyfriend standing there, with a plastic bag in his hand. unlocking the door, you quickly dragged him by his sleeve into your home, shutting and locking the door behind him. “OH MY GOSH, where did you go?” you enveloped him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his torso, relishing in the way he instinctively did the same, placing his head near the crook of your neck— something that he wouldn’t have done when you first started dating.

“why didn’t you pick up your phone? you scared me, sieun,” he pulls out his phone from his pocket, only then realizing how many times you tried to call him. “oh,” he places his arm back around you, “i’m sorry. my phone was on silent.”

you sighed and pulled away from him a bit; just enough to see his face. pouting at him, you catch him off guard, quickly leaning forward and place a kiss on his lips, warmth filling your heart when he hides his face by pulling you closer to him, hugging you once more. “it’s okay, i forgive youuu.” you drag out the last syllable, slightly swinging you both from side to side before you pull away. grabbing his hand, you lead him from the hallway to your living room, and don’t think much about finding somewhere comfy to sit while watching television with him, you both always sit in the same spots anyway.

“i bought something for us,” you watch as he digs in the plastic bag before pulling out ramen and your favourite gimbap, placing it on the table. butterflies swarmed in your stomach at his kind gesture, and suddenly you felt very shy. “sieunnn,” you whined at him, hiding your face in your hands. “thank you!!” you smiled. you couldn’t see the tiny grin that appeared on his lips as he stood up, walking a few feet over to your kitchen to prepare the ramen.

-

time went by, the empty ramen bowl sitting on the table, two sets of chopsticks long forgotten, the empty wrapping paper for the gimbap facing the same fate.

you mumbled something into his collarbone, shifting around in your spot from in between his legs where you sat straddling him from where he leaned back onto couch. “did you say something?” he spoke lowly to you, not wanting to disrupt the calm atmosphere. you lifted your head drowsily, “yeah, i said thank you for coming all the way over here so late.” you tightened your grip around him, moving to leave little butterfly kisses on his jawline before going back to rest your forehead on his shoulder. “i love you.”

he lightly sighed and closed his eyes when he heard your soft snores not soon after, before finally replying to you, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him, “love you too.”

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ post of gratitude ! <3

⊹ ⠀⠀ hi guys! on my old blog, i'd make a post every november to spread gratitude for the mutuals i interact w most n wanted to carry that tradition onto this blog! ily all and hope that your day was wonderful today (unless ur a nanami stan bc that was rlly rough im so sorry abt that ep ajskl)

psa; if u weren't tagged in this post, pls know that i appreciate u very much and would love to interact w u more!! msg me anytime n i'll try my best to visit ur inbox in the near future!

꒰ . . to my readers ꒱

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ thank u so much for supporting my work by reading, liking, sharing, or commenting on any of my writing! i love reading through reblogs and seeing what u guys think of my ideas,, it's so motivating n i appreciate it so much like omg sometimes u got my kickin my feet reading thru ur comments ajskl i hope to post quality content for ur enjoyment n i luv u all,, much more to come as time goes on !!!

꒰ . . to my mutuals ꒱ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ in alphabetical order

⌗ @chigirizzz ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ hi val! just wanted to say that i love how supportive u are of other creators on the site,, i feel like whenever i see u on the dash ur always hyping someone up or making their day brighter! ALSO i cant believe u also know the voltage otome games bc i feel like i'm crazy sometimes bc no one know what they are LMFAO i hope u had an amazing day !!!

⌗ @doobea ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ dooby!!! i love the bright energy u bring to my dash n i think ur absolutely gorgeous (u ate that choso costume up omg ajskdlf) ur always such a pleasure to interact w n i think ur writing is amazing,, i rlly need to just binge it all one night ESP the choso fics u post bc ur writing rlly captures how much u love him LOL my fav choso worshipper <3 hope yall get married!

⌗ @hesthermay ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ hi pookie teehee,, i haven't answered ur text yet bc i was trying to figure out how to fry chicken (3 of them were raw ajsklf) but i will after i post this lol. ilyvm and i can't wait for u to stay w me,, i'm gonna take u to the mall n treat u to some canes chicken fingers *heart eyes* (i'm typing on my laptop forgive me) you've been w me since my org blog from sept 2020 n i act can't believe how long we've known each other now (3 years!) ur so old like ur my granny but that's ok bc ur my favorite granny ever,, sorry for violating u #ageism is not okay,, i miss u so much n i miss ur bf bc ur my mom n dad (legally) i even miss ur roommate who i actually can't rlly remember the name of but that's not the point i'm trying to make so forget i said that part,, i definitely know his name!!! also i decided that kingsley is my favorite dog u have bc he's tiny n reminds me of my doggie,, luv ya! text u in a bit!

⌗ @itadorey ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ omg hi inez, remember these? no u probably don't bc i got rlly lazy w my blog in the late days (rip aitarose) i love all of the tiktoks u send me n i love ur instagram stories bc they make me laugh n i love how much u love snoopy,, he's literally my idol n there are so many statues of him in my city it's so funny n they always make me think of u. ur my yung gravy queen,, i love u so much n i'm so glad hq tumblr let me meet u even tho it was lowkey traumatizing (yikes) our mudae days were so fun,, esp the night i let that person put the roleplay bot into my server jkals so grateful for u !!!

⌗ @kitorin ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ hiiii souta!!!! i just wanted to say that i LOVE seeing u comment first on my writing posts,, like it motivates me so much bc i know i have such a large support system coming from u n ur so sweet n talented AJSJJJ u were (i think?) my first new mutual on this blog when i first made it,, n you've made coming back to tumblr such a welcoming n amazing experience! i'm so grateful to be ur mutual n i hope you've had an absolutely amazing day!

⌗ @mymegumi ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ firstly BITCH ANSWER MY TEXT. secondly, happy thanksgiving! <3 wish we were spending it together but distance is real n it hates us :( miss u and can't wait to see u whenever that is lmfao like whenever plane tickets decide to stop being so expensive,, so glad we aren't beefing anymore haha that was so silly of us... anyways... whenever i do see u, i'm going to give u a big hug n then we're going to gossip abt everything that's happened since we were last together n it's going to be great bc i'm going to make u watch twice videos n ur gonna love them as much as i do bc i'm ur sister n u have no choice but to love what i love! hahaha... i love you so much n i'm so glad ur my sister #meimei n jiajia 4ever <- that's actually approved by me n that's all that matters bc i'm actually the president of the world and ur my favorite person on it jaklsdf ANSWER MY TEXT BITCH

⌗ @pokkomi ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ chiu u r genuinely one of the most positive ppl i've ever met on tumblr n i love u sm for it like jaskdlfjdkl u always make my day when u reblog a post n reading ur tags is so heartwarming n it makes me want to write a million more pieces just to see what u think of them,, ur theme is absolutely adorable n i love ur alpha wolf pfp bc it's so funny n i was literally giggling when u were answering asks abt it n i saw them on my dash,, i hope that every day is an amazing day for u n if u ever need anything u can come in my pms to chat or my inbox (i will def be saying hi later in urs LOL) have an amazing amazing day n i can't wait for u to post any kind of writing in the future!

⌗ @rewh0re ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ hi hana!!! i'm so glad u popped into my inbox n said hi bc i always saw u interacting w ppl on the dash n i was too nervous to say hi jakfsdlkl i love interacting w u n talking abt whatever n whenever in inboxes or replies,, ur username always makes me giggle n i love it so much (i always read it as 'reo whore' for some reason asjfdkl but i love it) i send ur kuroo fics to my kuroo stan friend n she eats them up,, ur writing style is so beautiful n emotional,, i love the way u structure ur plots w metaphors n repetition n symbolism n everything u put into ur hard work it's all so amazing,, wishing u the very best day tmr ever!

⌗ @wishmemel ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAFI!!!! ik i alr said it but it never hurts to hear a million times n more! i associate u sm w sanrio like idk if mymelo is ur favorite but in my head u r the real life her ajsfkl,, ur so sweet n genuine i love interacting w u n seeing u all over my dash,, I HOPE UR BIRTHDAY WAS AMAZING !!!! ... fixing this bc im screaming bc i can't believe i mixed that up omg... anyways... LUV U

⌗ @yoisami ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ OKAY FIRST i literally LOVE ur theme like it's so cute n so fitting to ur personality i love it sm ajsfkdl saki ur so sweet n i'm so glad we're mutuals bc i always look forwards to seeing u on my dash or going to ur inbox (which i'm lacking on rn but i promise i'll visit it more soon jaskdl!!!!) the way u support ff writing on tumblr is so amazing w ur reblogs n tags,, n i look foward to reading more of ur writing in the future (hopefully i can live up to ur sweet tags!) !!! have an amazing amazing day saki !!!!!!

⌗ @y2kuromi ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ screaming bc i got ur bday mixed up w another mutual but HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN LMFAO !!!! i hope that ur day was so amazing n that i'm not getting this wrong again (SORRY SAFI) !!! mimi ur so nice i'm like giggling so hard rn im so sorry,, happy happy birthday hope it was amazing!

⌗ all of my other loves <3 ₊ ˖ ་.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ i love being mutuals w all of u n being a part of such a supportive writing community! ur all so talented n ur blogs r beautiful, i hope ur day was absolutely amazing n that we can interact more in the future (i will be invading ur inboxes that's a promise ajfskdl) !!!! happy november!!!

[py6oto]

more hlvrai x yume nikki au stuff!!!

this post is gonna have a lot more text than my usual posts. so sorry if you don't want that.

so people seemed to really like my idea (which is really unexpected !! i didn't expect it to gain any attention at all!!! but its also super awesome and im so glad they do!!) so ive been brainstorming a little bit.

heads up i know yume nikki is a very ambiguous game but im pretty new to it so if i happen to get any established information wrong please let me know !? ty !!

anyways. before we do the effects. please take some sprites.

(body horror ((multiple eyes, messed up limbs, gunshot sounds)) under the cut!!! pls stay safe !!! ) (also a huge lore dump. sorry!)

id think this au takes place in a universe where the resonance cascade was real (aka not a game or simulation) and it'd be like, maybe a few months after it. gordon is traumatized as hell and it haunts his subconscious to the point he feels the need to isolate himself completely. he relives his trauma through eerily consistent dream worlds and then dies on a random tuesday. credits roll. audience cheers. wonderful story.

the vision for the sprites is that tommy functions as a "friendly" npc (like monoko and the other girl i forget the name of please forgive me) and benrey functions as poniko, uboa being "xenrey" or essentially messed up alien benrey (the weird...white...blood....world...room...uboa takes you to when you interact with it is simply replaced by xen. that's it. benreys house is a direct gateway to that time gordon fought god and won and isn't that amazing.)

i might remake the "uboa" sprite in the future because i don't really like it right now. im very new to pixel art and imitating YMNK's style is a little hard.

i like to think this imaginary game would have the teensiest tiny bit of dialogue, only when interacting with benrey. when you interact with his "regular" form, he says "you're not supposed to be here." and repeats it every time you interact, not saying anything else.

i know one of the biggest things that makes yume nikki stand out is its lack of dialogue, but listen, i think it would work well!!! seeing as this is the only time a character actually talks to gordon through understandable dialogue (unless i come up with something else!! haha) i think it would be confusing and throw players off because it breaks the pattern of being either ignored or silently acknowledged. someone talking directly to you after hours of isolation is confusing and unpredictable. which is what benrey is. confusing as hell!

im not sure what function tommy would offer, if any, i kinda want him to maybe give gordon an effect (soda effect could work?)

i dont think he'd bring any jumpscares or intentionally unsettling things to the table. seeing as he was the only one by gordon's side when the rest of the team proved itself to be a threat, i think it's logical he'd remember tommy in a warmer light than the others- which is reflected in how instead of unsettling or ignoring gordom, dream tommy simply smiles and gives him the ability to drink a soda any time. soda effect.

does this soda effect make you see faster like tommy said?

as much as i'd love to, no. probably not. because i have no idea what the hell seeing faster means.

maybe you can get a caffeine overdose. if you spam 1 enough times you will get very fast for as long as the soda effect is on. like the bycicle effect, but better, because you can taste it!

but no, it won't help you see faster. i don't know how to translate that sentence into understandable english.

now, coomer and bubby!!!! i apologize very deeply for i have not made sprites for them yet. i promise i will!!! it's just very late today and if i draw anything else i will actually just pass out.

im not very sure what i want for them yet. i think theyd be similar to tommy, but they'd have different functions. maybe they all give gordon different effects. or maybe they scare him! i dunno, i feel like there'd be a certain level of distrust from gordon to the old guys, like, of course he doesn't hate them but itd be hard to remember them super kindly and harmlessly when one of them ruthlessly tried to murder you with 300 clones of himself and the other tricked you into an ambush that cost you your arm, as much as you love them.

also!!! i completely forgot gordon lost an arm when i made his sprite. oops. it's okay its just a very realistic prosthetic

anyways. this post is getting too long so i think I'll save the boomer talk for when i actually post their sprites. its time for EFFECTS !!

i haven't been able to come up with many words yet. but i have some effects and a slight idea of how gordon would earn them.

concept art is beautiful

from left to right (because my handwriting is absolutely hideous!)

SODA - earned by interacting with TOMMY. wherever tommy is??? i dunno! pressing 1 will make gordon drink the soda and earn a temporary speed boost.

CAR??? - part of me really wants to rename this one but it's so funny to me i want to keep it. it's just a car. he literally just whips out a car and starts driving. what a legend. this effect lets him get across water areas faster (even faster than the soda!)

LONG HAIR - literally just gives him long hair. there is no practical use for this. nothing will happen. it just gives him long hair. isnt he beautiful.

ARM - earned by interacting with a dismembered arm found... somewhere.... probably some dark room. you know that effect where madotsuki literally just becomes a head? yeah. this is that but it's an arm because of course it is. this is an opportunity and i will not give it up. there is no use for this either. it just makes him a slow sad lonely arm.

MINIGUN - found by interacting with a certain object in POTION !! WORLD !! YEAHHH!! DARNOLD REFERENCE !!! pressing 1 will let you shoot the hell out of your enemies and make them pay for their sins

SWEET VOICE - found by interacting with any of the orbs in COLOR WORLD. 1 will allow gordon to song a beautiful, colorful song that will soothe any npcs he might have angered and make them stop trying to murder him.

POWERLEGS - MAYBE given by coomer npc? idk! this is all brainstorming and a work in progress! 1 makes gordon jump real high, allowing him to reach otherwise unaccessible areas

GHOST - ghost. he's a ghost. he's transparent. he flies. 1 makes him do a little ooooo noise and all the npcs run away from him because the place is haunted. ghost.

GLASSES - literally just pick up some glasses from the floor. putting them on will uncover a few hidden details across the map that may be necessary for progress ... like a very small and specific set of stairs

SMALL - makes gordon very small. i thought the original effect was super fun so i just kept it unchanged. small gordon. he can clone himself and make a gordon army. small. im thinking he finds it thru a coomer clone that is abnormally small. he interacts. small effect. small!

SHORT HAIR - literally just short hair. gordon can't seem to pick a haircut!

UMBRELLA - ...umbrella. makes it rain. shelters gordon from the rain at the same time. can be used for the same purpose it has in yume nikki which is putting out fires or stopping pre-existing rain.

there's supposed to be more effects and i still need to plan all the worlds and hidden rooms but ........ maybe when the sun is out and i have slept and i can think better !!! let me know whatever suggestions or ideas you guys have. i love hearing them a lot ^_^ thank you if you read all of this!! i promise hlvrai animations are not over this is just an au that has temporarily taken over its okay my content is not changing to yume nikki hlvrai only

gordon no

2023.07.27

[seanfalco]

LUBA + VOYEURISM/OMORASHI.

† word count: 1k † tags/warnings: luba x f!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering (f!receiving), omorashi/piss, praise/degradation † a/n: I kinda ran out of steam on this one, pls forgive me lol. 

[ kinktober masterlist ]

“Is Luba free?”

The blonde behind the desk glanced up at you as you fidgeted with your sleeves, a knowing grin playing at the corner of her painted red lips.  You’d been there to see him already once this week, but she wouldn’t point that out.  Instead, she checked the appointment book for you.

“I’m afraid he’s in the middle of a session,” she answered after reading over the ledger.

“Oh…” you breathed, trying not to pout.  You couldn’t exactly wait around either, or you’d be late returning to work from your lunch break.  “I guess I’ll come back some other time.”

The woman behind the desk knew better than to ask if you’d like to see someone else, every time you came, you asked for Luba directly.

“Actually,” she spoke up, tapping her lips thoughtfully.  “There is an alternative, if you’re interested.”

“Like what?”

Instead of answering, she motioned for you to follow, and intrigued, you did.

Moving down the hall, she led you past Luba’s door and you frowned, confused, until she popped open a hidden compartment in the wall.  Your curiosity piqued, you followed her into the narrow closet-like space.

“If you’re so inclined, you may watch through here,” she explained, opening a small hinged plate in the wall to reveal a peephole.

Moving aside, she let you get a closer look and you gasped softly at the glimpse of Luba’s bare back as he leaned over the person on the bed.

“Will this satisfy you?” the woman asked, her lips twitching in amusement as you nodded wordlessly, already feeling arousal tingling through you.

“When he’s finished I’ll see to it that he comes to see you,” she said, slowly closing the door behind her as she stepped out of the tiny room.

Tearing your eyes from the peep hole, you realized you’d forgotten to ask if you could use the restroom, but she was already gone and you didn’t wanna miss anything.

Just hold it, you told yourself, awkwardly struggling out of your coat as you pressed your eye back to the peephole.  You vaguely wondered if anyone had ever used this little room while you were in there with Luba, though surprisingly you weren’t too worried–from the angle you were at, you couldn’t really see the other person’s face.

Luba’s leather pants hit the floor and your breath hitched at the sight of him, his lean body now familiar to you.  It never failed to turn you on, seeing him like this, and though you worried you might grow jealous watching him fuck someone else, as he thrust into them, your cunt only clenched in response.

As you watched, your breathing shallow, the warm ache between your thighs only grew and you couldn’t take your eyes from Luba.  Unable to take it anymore, you bit your lip and slipped your hand down your panties, groaning softly when you felt how wet you were.

Parting your folds with your fingers, you slowly circled your puffy clit as Luba’s hips snapped forward, his muscles tensing and straining beneath his sweat sheened skin.  Rubbing your clit desperately, your slick fingers speeding up, a breathy moan left your parted lips as Luba rut faster, his graceful movements giving way to shuddering jerks of his slender hips and your mouth fell open as he pulled free to spill his load over his partner’s heaving chest.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, whimpering as you lost your rhythm, your pleasure slipping away like water through a sieve.  All too soon, Luba was getting dressed and you closed the peep hole with a grimace, now extra conscious of how full your bladder was.

Before you could decide what to do, the door you’d come through swung open, admitting Luba.  

“Heard there was a little birdie waiting for me,” he drawled, looking you up and down.  “I didn’t expect it to be you, back so soon.”  His emerald eyes snapped back up to your face.  “You miss me that much?” he teased, amusement dancing in his gaze.

“I–” you began, only to be silenced as he moved closer, pushing you backwards against the padded wall behind you.

“Did you enjoy the show, liebling?” he breathed, running his thumb along your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly as he invaded your space.

“Did you touch yourself while you watched?” he purred and you swallowed, nodding your head.

“You dirty thing, you.  Did you get off?”

When you hesitated, Luba tilted his head, reading the answer on your face.

“No?” he cooed, a hint of condescension in his voice and you felt your face warm.  “You poor thing, would you like some help with that?”

“I–” you spluttered, gasping as he cornered you, his hand sliding under your skirt.  

“Don’t you want that, hmm?  Isn’t that what you came here for?”

“I do, want that,” you managed to get out, your breath trembling as his hand slipped under your soaked panties.  

“But–?”

“But I–I have to, uhm–fuck.”

Luba merely waited, his thumb slowly circling your clit.  “Spit it out.”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you whispered, embarrassment coursing through you afresh and you wanted to melt into the floor. “You can hold it just a bit longer, can’t you, liebling?” Luba purred, placing more pressure against your cunt, two fingers pressing into you to curl against your spongy g-spot as his thumb rubbed your clit more intensely.

“O-oh!” you cried, your eyelids fluttering as your knees nearly buckled beneath you with pleasure.  

“It feels good, ja?” 

“U-uh huh,” you managed to breathe, the coil in your belly compressing further with each stroke of his fingers.  “I’m close, I’m close!” you panted, your back arching, your hips stuttering as you came undone.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

The words spilled from you as your orgasm washed over you, but Luba didn’t stop and a spike of alarm quickly followed—you didn’t know if you could hold back.

“Luba, I—!” Trying to push him away was futile and with a wave of embarrassment, your felt warmth run down your legs as you let go, followed by instant relief.

Luba merely chuckled at your mortified expression, finally pulling his soaked fingers from your cunt.  “Now that’s more like it,” he drawled and you wanted to melt into the floor.

“Luba!” you groaned, fighting back the urge to cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t you feel better, libeling?”

“Yes, but—“ you began, ready to snap at him until you heard his next words.

“I quite liked seeing you completely lose control for me.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

Taglist: @super-unpredictable98​ @salvador-daley​ @firstpersonnarrator​ @vonkimmeren​ @love-is-dirty-baby

[6shooterz]

i’ll listen to your oc rambles 😁😁

you'll regret it but i'm gonna ramble anyway under read more lfjg;dlf TY YIN YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES MEEEEE ILY <3333

i'm using this picrew rn bc ive never drawn a proper ref for my ocs so pls forgive me

the nerd with purple hair is rail; she's in her late twenties and used to be a researcher duo along with her sister (pink hair), stock whose main goal in life was to study indigenous cultures... emphasis on 'was' because, during one of their expeditions, they end up shipwrecked on an inhabited island, where rail and stock end up constantly fighting to the point it ruins them mentally. rail comes across the mirage-mirage fruit after several days of refusing to eat anything stock gives her as a grudge, and eats it -- however rather than giving her a boost in power, due to her wrecked mental state, the mirages/hallucinations she creates end up ruining her even more as she finds herself unable to control her hallucinations.

this ultimately is the catalyst that ruins her relationship with her sister stock as rail cannot control her power and how it ruins her, and rail's hallucinations affect stock, too. rail however is Batshit Insane and ends up delusional, esp when her devil fruit was working against her bc she didn't know how to control it AND was not in the right mind to control it

after barely surviving on the island, a marines ship passes nearby and stock screams after the marines to save them, which then ends up damaging her vocal cords so she has a very... peculiar raspy voice?? anyway they get rescued by the marines but stock fucking hates her sister now, so stock begs the marines to shackle rail with sea prism stone because rail would probably attempt to murder them because she was commanded to by the gods to do it (Mentol Iwness At Its Max)

the marines help them get back onto an island where they can recover, but stock is full of hatred for her sister who she refuses to even acknowledge they're related... but between stock and rail, stock is the one who's a teensy bit saner, so stock pretty much treats rail like a rabid dog rather than... a sister... it's kinda fucked up but they're both ill so pls don't think I'm glorifying abuse or smth?? sjdhask they're just both not mentally sane and my intentions are to write their relationship as unhealthy and not a good one, except both sides are in the wrong (stock is 70% in the wrong though)

stock and rail live in town together (stock works at a bar) except stock keeps rail shackled with sea prism stone at all times just to keep her power from harming stock, rail, and everyone in town. this is where it goes to shit bc stock brings home a girl to do the Y'know with but the girl finds rail with shackles around her ankles and gets her out bc she doesn't know why rail is being tied down

this pretty much unleashes rail's uncontrollable powers so she's at... like... mental illness Level 99999. stock, who finally thinks she's free from rail's hallucinations and awful delusions finally snaps and tries to uh... murder her sister. but she can't bring herself to take the life of someone, especially her own family so she just ties rail up and shoves her onto a boat into the ocean for her to sail until she dies

except rail doesn't die because stock fucking sucks at tying knots so rail ends up surviving on the sea by herself, completely alone with her delusions and her inability to control her power. she ends up using her hallucinations to make her tiny little dinghy boat seem like a warship/treasure-filled abandoned ship/etc etc and tricks other people on the sea so she can rob them, so that's how she essentially survives on the sea. however, no sane person has been able to withstand the horror of her delusional hallucinations which she doesn't control so basically everyone with her dies/escapes from insanity.

so basically the straw hats stop on the island stock lives in to stock up on food and they get along and blah blah straw hats go back onto the sea... except after a day of sailing, they come across rail's ship mirage and the straw hats find rail and bc luffy has 1 braincell in his head he doesn't even get affected by the hallucinations and they find rail who is... yeah... insane. very. basically rail tries to kill them because death is the only way to save everyone (she was told this by a neon pink octopus. knowing the op universe this could be real but for story's sake she's just insane)

they realize rail pretty much looks like stock and they get rail to tell them about her relation with stock, and... yeah... everything rail says is like 70% incoherent bullshit. this is getting too long so the tldr is that the straw hats send rail back home despite rail refusing to due to stock's treatment of her, and i haven't thought about it this far yet but stock and rail do not magically get cured of insanity and become besties again. it's gonna take years, hell even several centuries to fix the wounds they've given each other ... IM SORRY IT'S SO DARK DASDJFAL

oh and red hair is hira. she has daddy issues and her family is originally from alabasta. her bloodline has this weird tradition of feeding the solar-solar fruit to the youngest daughter of the generation, and she's eaten the fruit EXCEPT no one's ever told her that she ate a devil fruit so she just thinks her body is too stiff to swim in the sea and that everyone else has her powers. and the devil fruit's name might sound overpowered but it's basically just her physical strength + speed + pain insurance just being higher when she's out in the sun, and gets weaker when unable to absorb sunlight. if she chose to train the strongest she'd get is, like, being able to turn her skin burning-hot just like a solar panel by absorbing sunlight JDGJS

[sluttywoozi]

oh my god im so embarrassed that the tiny little review for part 2 is the one you saw LOL i literally spent days banging my head against a wall trying to come up with something intelligent to say that wasnt just HES SO HOT MY FAVORITE LITTLE SQUEAKY TOY 🐶💔 so i ended up letting my review of part 1 speak for me 😔🫡 i might still go and try and pull specific lines later - i mean it when i say she lives rent free

out of the woods is next on my docket so pls wish me luck. yunho is my capital B bias for atz and i fear i will explode into tiny bits of star shaped confetti the moment i open the fic 😔✨

and i 100% absolutely will start reading your svt works when ive chewed through your atz library. i have soo much to catch up on bc ive been busy lately, so ill check out the members you recommended first 🤭 what little i do know about them is mostly in regards to hoshi and vernon bc they go viral for stuff often. whatever bro's got going on w tigers i want in on 🐯💥 plus i appreciate the conviction with which kid vernon delivered his kidney function presentation

anyhow - ty sm for sharing your works !!

omg nooo don't be embarrassed!! i saw the first and it made me squeal and kick my feet in bed and i was like i'll respond to this when im on my laptop and then i forgot 😭 i'm sorry pls forgive me 🙏

and don't feel like you have to go back and pull lines!! i absolutely love how in depth you went for the first one but i also love, "HES SO HOT MY FAVORITE LITTLE SQUEAKY TOY 🐶💔"

omg out of the wooooods i hope you enjoy!! i had so much fun writing it, it's tropey and self indulgent and low stakes hehe

yasss take your time!!! hoshi is/was one of my biases so i'm beyond fond of him and vernon is hilarious without even trying. sometimes it's a shock the dude is an idol until you see him on stage and you're like oh okay that makes sense

thank you for taking the time to read and review my works!! i look forward to your thoughts 💖

[silentmoths]

soooo, genshin men with an s/o who has that intense. blanked face and unblinking serial killer stare but in actuality they're actually a nice and dare i say funny person on the inside who's VERY socially awkward and quiet. the embodiment of "i want to friend but i don't know how to friend pls help".

bonus points if they're smol because that would make it even funnier. like you're afraid of this tiny ass gremlin? what's up with OH MY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE-

bonus BONUS points if they're touch starved because the pandemic fucked us up and we all need a hug.

how dare you know me so well that I couldn't resist, because I too am a resting blank face, touch starved bitch lmao. lessgo~

Ft: Diluc, Zhongli and Childe (I would have done more but it's been a very long day)

I may have also had a fair bit to drink at the work party so forgive any horrible spelling mistakes screams

Diluc

¤ He found your lack of expression somewhat refreshing actually, it meant that when you did actually crack a smile, it was genuine, and there was always a great pride swelling in his chest whenever he manages it.

¤ He doesn't mind that you're not social, heck, neither is he, two birds of a feather, with equally terrible, sometimes dry humor.

¤ your similar sense of humor actually came as quite a shock, the first time you cracked a joke, he very nearly missed it, until he did a double take, replaying what you'd just said in your head and ends up half leaning on the counter trying not to wheeze.

¤ Not to mention, your thousand-yard stare could dissuade just about anyone, and he was always greatful that you were able to pick up on when Diluc wanted someone to leave him alone, and would activate said stare.

¤ However his favorite moments are always those in private, after a long day's work, his favorite thing was you pushing your face into his chest, whether it be when you're lying in bed together, or if he's stuck staying up late in his office looking over documents; you'd either lay beside him, or he'd shift his chair out just a little to make space for you to clamber into his lap and rest your chin on his shoulder, either way it always ended with you dozing happily with one of his arms wrapped around you.

Zhongli

¤ He won't lie to himself, at first he thought your stare was somewhat unnerving, even to his 6000 year old ass, but the longer he'd spent around you, the more endearing he found it.

¤ this dude is the smooth motherfucker who can tell your mood simply from the way you stare, the subtle crease of your brow or the faintest squint, to anyone else you're fucking horrifying sometimes, but he could take one look and discern that no, you were not angry, you were hungry and wanted a hug.

¤ In a way, he's somewhat glad for it. Being able to understand your needs likely before even you realised you needed them was a blessing, a silent communication that mean't he could be a steadfast and attentive partner, even if at times you told him it was eerie how easily he could discern your face.

¤ He would also never admit it to anyone but you, but your deadpan delivery of the occasional joke you did crack was amazing. Especially whenever you did it near Hu-Tao, the directors confused and somewhat shocked face always filled the archon with an unspeakable sense of satisfaction

¤ It came as a shock when he realised just how much affection you craved, if it wasn't for busy work schedules between you both, he's sure you'd spend the entire day clinging onto him, which he certainly wouldn't mind...especially when he got to watch your expression melt into something truly content, yes that was definitely his favorite part.

Childe

¤ This idiot LOVES the face honestly. Relishes it, in some aspects he makes it his life's damn goal to try and make you crack a smile wiht every interaction, but he feels like it's a hard won battle when he gets you to wheeze with laughter.

¤ He also likes to take you along with him on 'debt collections' because if a fatui harbinger wasnt scary enough, the bitch behind him staring at them with death in their eyes sure fuckn was.

¤ He know's it's not your favorite thing to do, but on particular collections where the bank has specified no killing, he really did appreciate having you there.

¤ and he pays back in your favorite ways; fingers running softly through your hair, a hand resting on your waist, effectionate nuzzles into your skin, all the good shit.

¤ one of his favorite passtimes is staring contests, mostly unknowing staring contests. however these almost always end with one of you breaking and snickering or wheezing. honestly you're both hopeless.

[localsimpmigraine]

Bustin’ Makes Me Feel Good (Egon Spengler x Reader) [18+]

A/N: Hello all! This is my first time posting a fanfic on here so forgive me if it looks janky. I usually only write and keep it private, but everyone seemed hungry for more Egon Spengler fics! So, here is the start of my hard work. If you guys could, please leave suggestions for future "experiments" for Y/N and Egon! And perhaps provide notes or helpful tips if you feel so inclined. warnings: smut, minors dni, unprotected sex (pls use protection I do not condone unprotected sex!!), sex experiments, Possessive!Egon, Gentle!Egon, tiny bit of cunnilingus, dic suck, p in v sex, leaving marks word count: 3,816

Chapter 1: The Start of the Experiment

It was late, and after Janine was done doing her half of the paperwork for the business, she bid you goodnight. You were lagging behind, not sure if it was because you’d only had one cup of coffee or that it was Thursday. You were so close, yet so far from the weekend. But then again, the work at Ghostbusters HQ was never over. Constant calls in the dead of night, explaining why everyone in the office seemed to be in a prolonged state of fatigue. You sighed, filling out forms and organizing them in the filing cabinets at your side. You got up, having a dozen pages left, to go make some coffee and wake yourself up. Once you arrived in the kitchen area, you noticed Egon sipping on his own mug of the dark caffeinated beverage. He had already made a pot. You should’ve expected that of the sleepless scientist, constantly snacking and drinking coffee to continue his research. You grabbed a spare mug from the cabinet, one that was your favorite color, and filled it with hot coffee. You added some creamer and sugar before sitting across the table from the lanky doctor.

“Still running tests?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink quietly, savoring the taste.

“Of course. Our work is never done and there is always more to know,” he said contently, his fingers gently tapping the handle of his mug.

You hypnotically watched his hands, your mind wandering off into the night and leaving your body sitting completely still, your hands around your mug. Once Egon had realized you were dissociating, he moved his mug aside and sat forward, his hand reaching to yours. He knew the risk would be that he would scare you, but he figured the likelihood of that was low considering how sleepy you seemed. Once his hand touched yours, your eyes blinked rapidly, scanning your surroundings until you landed on Egon in front of you.

“You seemed lost,” he stated.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to space out on you.”

“No need to apologize. Dissociation can happen when one is fatigued.”

He retracted his hand slowly as you gripped the handle of your mug and readied yourself for another sip. You closed your eyes and held the mug up to your nose to smell the coffee, then took another swig. You refocused on him and put your mug down.

“Do you do that too or are you just kept awake by science?” you asked jokingly.

“I tend to eat a lot of snacks. Also, I lose track of time. Aren’t you almost done with your work though?” he asked. “I’d cover for you if you want to leave and get a proper eight hours.”

You thought for a moment but wanted to impress him. “No, no. I really should get the paperwork done so it doesn’t pile up on top of the workload in the morning.”

“Well if you’d like, you can come into my lab to finish your coffee before returning to your work.”

It was odd that he made the offer, but you certainly weren’t going to turn it down. You were curious about what all was in his lab and what he was gathering data on. “I’d love to.”

You stood with him, your mug in your hands as he finished his coffee and placed his mug in the sink before sticking his hands in his lab coat pockets and leading the way to his lab down the hall. You carefully followed him, keeping his pace and holding your mug tightly, so as not to drop it. You went up the stairs to his lab, and right as you met the threshold of the doorway, the smell of earth, dirt, and metal hit you in the face. It was somehow comforting and warm, though that was probably because of the heat lamps he had over his growing fungi on the shelves. He walked over to his collection on the shelves and gave a small smile to the growing organisms. You could tell he was proud of his collection and indeed enjoyed watching these things grow. You thought to an extent it was adorable, even if you didn’t understand it fully. You scanned the bookshelves, seeing many books on anatomy, botany, and other fields of study. Some more recent reads were stacked and opened on his desk, one catching your eye, called Human Sexual Response.

“It’s very comfortable in here,” you commented, looking from his face to the gadgets and wires and hunks of metals he was using to make machines in the room. “I’m honestly surprised you wouldn’t fall asleep in here.”

“Well, it’s warm enough to keep my collection thriving. Though I usually run cold, so it’s warm enough to keep my body heat within a normal range,” he explained, walking toward an island table that held what looked like an upgraded version of the PKE reader that Egon had used for many ghost hunting trips.

“Well, Dr. Spengler, I do adore your lab. I wish my desk was as nice,” you said longingly, setting your mug down on the surface.

“Then perhaps you could rethink your choice of a job. You could become a lab assistant, if you’re interested. I admit I may need help in here soon with the amount of work we’ve been picking up.”

You approached him carefully, getting closer than you usually would. “Well, Dr. Spengler, your lab isn’t the only thing I’d love about a job like this.”

He scanned you with keen and clever eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He had been reading the research of Dr. Bill Masters and Virginia Johnson, which had made him wonder if sex was as formulaic as they had written. Maybe this was his chance to test the findings of Dr. Masters with his own experience. Your hand touched his shaven cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts. His eyes met the heat of your gaze, as your other hand rested on his sweater vest-covered chest. You felt the beat of his heart increase, and the breaths he took were more shallow.

“Y/N. Are you sure you…want me? If this is going to happen, I have some conditions,” he said, his hands now caressing your forearms.

“I want you, Dr. Spengler. What do you need from me?”

“You need to be my lab assistant. You’re obviously too curious to be behind a desk. Peter will find more help for Miss Melnitz, I’m sure.”

“Yes sir. But what do I need to do for you to have me now?” you asked, the hand on his chest gliding down his pec and to his side.

“I think tonight we’ll start with heart rate before and after coitus,” he managed, a shake in his voice as if your touch made him tremble. He too was human, and even if he tried to act like he wasn’t, he still had desires like his friends.

He reached his right hand to your neck, two fingers resting on your pulse point as his eyes trained on his watch to check your beats per minute. He stayed still, breathing quietly through his nose as you stood frozen for him. You could feel yourself getting excited. He was going to fuck you. In his lab.

“58 BPM,” he said, turning away from you to a notepad on his desk as he scrawled the information down, making sure to label it properly so it wouldn’t be another number written on the sheet. He stayed turned away from you as he took his own heart rate. You drank in the sight of his fluffy dark hair atop his head, his collared shirt covered with a sweater vest that smelled earthy, and his grey slacks that showed his shapely backside.

After he had written his down messily, he turned around to face you. “We need a flat surface, unless you’d like to perform this in an unusual way. Though, I’m not sure how much that would affect my results,” he said, his eyes wandering from yours to the steel table behind you. He was getting caught up in his thoughts here, while you were excited from anticipation.

“Dr. Spengler—” you started before he corrected you softly.

“Please, call me Egon, since we’re alone.”

“Egon,” you corrected yourself. “If we’re doing this for research, surely you’d like to include variables other than visual and audible stimuli. The position can be factored in as well. I’m perfectly comfortable as long as you’re here.”

He had looked from the floor to your face again once you started speaking his language. Science. Stimuli and scientific method speak. His gaze was curious and hungry.

“You have a point,” he muttered.

He took two steps toward you, closing the gap of space between your bodies. His hands cautiously rested on your waist, his fingers not sure what to do other than brush your shirt up for skin-to-skin contact. A shiver ran down your back at the coolness of his thin fingers. Your arms snaked up his chest and around his neck, your fingers brushing his fluffy hair at his nape. You leaned in, stopping just shy of his lips and grinning. His eyes were half-open, looking at your lips before he closed the space that was left. The kiss was soft at first, warm and inviting. But as you got heated, the kiss increased in intensity as you began to move your tongue along his lip. He complied and opened his mouth, clashing tongues with you. You were so close, that you could feel the heat emanating off of his groin and the thump of his heart against his ribs. Once you broke the kiss, you started to peel off his sweater vest, your fingers gliding down to mess with the hem as you pulled it up. He followed your movements and smoothly took it off, setting it on the desk behind him as he studied you. His hands went for your shirt, pushing it up and off your torso, revealing your lack of a bra.

“Oh,” he chirped, his cheeks turning pink. He obviously wasn’t expecting that to be missing. He awkwardly looked away.

“Egon, you can look at them. Hell, you can touch them. I guess I should've warned you.”

“Is this something you do often? Omit this article of clothing?” he asked, his eyes slowly crawling back up to gaze at your chest.

“When I can, yes. Some bras are very uncomfortable.” He nodded in response, understanding. You imagined he probably took a mental note.

Your hands gently grabbed his wrists and guided his hands up to cup your breasts. His fingers weren’t as cold as they had been, but they were still cool enough to make your nipples go hard. You softly gasped as he delicately brushed the tender skin of your chest. As you reveled in his touch, your hands had found the tie around his neck, working the knot out of it and pulling him close with it before you removed it from his shirt. Your fingers next found the top button of his collared shirt, undoing each of them, showing more and more flesh. His hands had begun to massage and toy with your nipples, drawing purrs from your lips. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he leaned toward you to kiss you again before he lined your neck with kisses, occasionally suckling hard to leave a mark. He grazed your breasts with his lips and nose before arriving at a nipple and letting his tongue circle it. You trembled, feeling yourself become wetter for this nerdy scientist who was appearing to be a great lover as well.

“Egon,” you breathed, your hands clutching the back of his head, his soft curls intertwining with your delicate fingers. He released your nipple from his mouth and gazed up at your euphoric face.

“Something the matter?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

You shook your head, loving the pace this was going, but at the same time longing for him to fuck you into next week. “I want to see you. I know you’re modest, but you’ve only got your tie off while I’m already topless.”

His face turned a little pink and pulled his sleeves off to remove his shirt from his body, revealing a toned but not too toned body shape. He obviously got enough exercise doing ghostbusting, but he did make up for it by eating Cheez-Its and Twinkies. “I apologize. Is this arousing for you? To see me without a shirt?”

You mentally facepalmed. He had to be joking. You nodded, biting your lip at the sight of his smooth skin, his light patch of chest hair as fluffy as the hair on his head.

Another mental note taken, he set his shirt on his desk, holding your gaze until you broke it to see where your hands would touch. His chest was soft but solid underneath the layer of skin and little fat. You felt his sides, each rib felt on your way down to his hips as he shuddered beneath you. You snuck a glance downwards and could tell his erection had to be getting painful. He noticed your glance and took the opportunity to surprise you by lifting you up and sitting you on the edge of the cool table behind you. It was solid wood, slightly colder than the room surrounding it. You squeaked when he lifted you, your hands grasping his shoulders as his hands firmly grasped your waist. Then, those magic fingers of his began to pull on your dress pants, and you shifted to help him get them off. Once they had fallen to your ankles, he roughly folded them and put them where his shirt was on the desk. The dampness between your legs was visible on your mid-colored underwear, the waistband lacey and soft. Your panties had soaked through, getting your thighs damp now, which sent a tingle down your spine at the chill in the air without your pants. This was happening.

Egon kissed you again, grunts from his chest being heard between each one, your hands holding his freshly-shaven face. One of his hands had found your heat, the pressure from his hand on your mound making you shift up into it. He rubbed and felt your folds through the underwear, a grin crossing his face as he broke the kisses and moved his head to kiss your navel, stopping just short of the lace. He played with the hem, hesitating.

“May I?” he asked. As per usual, always the gentleman.

“Yes,” you breathed, “please.”

He took them off gently, as if unwrapping a neat and pristine present. Once he got a look at your core, his face definitely ran hot. He squatted, his hands each taking a leg under your thigh and placing them on his shoulders. His hands reached around the tops of your thighs and caressed them, kissing them up and down before focusing on your quivering pussy. His tongue laid flat over your clit, nearly causing you to buck into his face before his tongue began tracing your labia. You squirmed beneath him, giving Egon the sense that what he was doing was desirable to you. Your fist clenched beside you while your other hand held your breast.

“Ah, oh, Eg-gon,” you stuttered, the pleasure removing cohesive thought from your mind. Your heart was leaping, and just before you could grasp a climax, he stopped. “Egon?”

You looked to where he was, and you saw him looking at your face hungrily. “You make interesting faces when I do this. I had to see them in action…and wanted to see what would happen if I stopped.”

He sounded logical, but still lustfully charged. “May I pleasure you in return?”

He raised his eyebrows. He was so hard, he thought his slacks would tear. He nervously nodded as you sat up, laying on your belly to reach his belt and undo it, pulling his briefs and pants down. His cock sprung free, twitching and begging for attention. It was so red, you couldn’t believe there was still blood spare to go to his face and make it blush. His size was impressive in terms of length. He was girthy around the top and obviously hadn’t shown this part of himself to anyone in a long time. He covered his mouth as he watched you take his penis in your soft hands and guide it to your mouth, the taste of precum coating your tongue. His length throbbed in your mouth, and you knew too much would make him cum before he even had a chance to enter you. He let out a shaking moan, his hands stroking your hair and your shoulders, as if to praise you. You hollowed out your cheeks and let your tongue run along the underside, drawing out a grunt from Egon, followed by a small gasp. You stopped and pulled him out of your mouth, looking up at his euphoric face. You sat up and got back into place, your hips resting on the edge of the table, your hands drifting to find the small of his back to pull him towards you.

“Please, Egon,” you whined, making a face at him as he was caught in his head on the stages of human sexual arousal. His gaze raked you, taking in the sight of your form as if he’d never see it again. But a sly grin crept onto his face as he remembered the arrangement you two had agreed on. You would become his lab assistant and accompany him on this journey of experiments.

“Are you at full arousal?” he asked.

You nodded, your hair trembling on your head. “Are you?”

He grunted in satisfaction, grabbing his cock with his hand and lining up with your heat. He pushed in slowly, his girth spreading and filling you like nothing you’d felt before. You never imagined this would happen, and yet here you were, with Dr. Egon Spengler inside of you. Once he’d buried himself to the hilt, he hummed a moan as you contracted around his length, adjusting to his size. His hands gripped your hips, knowing it would leave a mark on you. He showed signs of possessiveness over you. The question you asked yourself next was, was it because he was aroused or because he actually liked you?

“Please fuck me, Egon,” you pleaded.

He complied, beginning a rhythm of thrusts, his girth hitting just the right spot while the room crowded with the sound of skin-to-skin contact. Your hands covered his on your hips as he gasped for air, each thrust drawing out squeaks and moans in a symphony of pleasure from your mouth. He threw his head back, humming louder until his lips could no longer hold in his sounds of euphoria. Hearing him make these noises because of you drove you wild, your hands reaching for his shoulders to pull him towards you as you sat up. He slowed the pace, panting as you grounded him with your gaze before making him tilt his head again to give you access to his neck. Your lips brushed along his tendons before settling on a spot and suckling on it, leaving a hickey that surely would last a week. He tried to control his breathing, his hips shaking as he desperately wanted to come. You laid down again and he resumed his rhythm, hissing through his teeth as he watched your breasts move to his beat.

“I’m gonna— Egon, right there, there,” you whined, your arms moving above your head, clenching your fists around the air.

“You’re close to orgasm, Y/N,” he huffed. “I’m right behind you.”

“Cum for me,” you begged, a moan ripping through your chest as your orgasm rocked you. Your walls clenched around Egon’s length, as he let himself go, his cum spilling into you. You didn’t think there would be so much, it felt like he had filled your stomach. It was satisfying.

As he came down from his high and refocused on you, he saw your hands cupping your breasts as your chest rose and fell. His rationale returned to him and he quickly took two of his fingers and pressed them to your pulse point on your neck, his eyes (while seeing stars) trained on his watch as he counted in his head. He slowly removed his cock from you before turning around to write down the number he had recorded, then taking his own heart rate. Your eyes were scanning his back when he was turned to you. You could see the hardened muscles that he used to carry his proton pack along his shoulder blades, the line down his spine finally stopped before his round ass cheeks tautly sat below it.

“You have a beautiful ass, Dr. Spengler,” you chuckled, the feeling of his seed spilling out of you giving you a shudder. It was still warm.

“Thank you,” he responded, turning back around so you could take in the sight of his face, chest, and now resting penis. “I think.”

“It is a compliment, Egon. Your behind is very shapely. Most women like a guy with a tight ass like yours.”

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind.”

He gave a small smile, clearly indicating that the dopamine from the sex had not yet cleared his system. “So, when is our next experiment?”

He thought for a moment, thinking about what he would need to gather and read on before the next one. “How does next week sound? It will give me time to gather my materials for further experimentation and for you to get to know your way around the lab.”

“That sounds perfect,” you said, sitting up and sliding your fingers to your slit, getting a drop of cum on your fingers, and sucking it off as he watched intently. The salty taste coated your tongue as your eyes met his. He seemed confused, intrigued, even, but not disgusted.

“I’m not judging you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I was just curious why you did that. Is it sexually arousing or pleasing?”

He could be so linear. “It’s satisfying to taste you. Think of it as…a gesture of pleasure. I enjoyed you.”

“Ah, about that. I forgot to ask if you’re on birth control.”

“I am. No worries.”

“So,” you said, hopping down from the wood table and approaching him as he stood and observed you. “Same time next week?”

He nodded, moving out of your way so you could grab your clothes from the table. This was going to be very informative for him. Not only would he compare his findings against those of Dr. Masters, but perhaps he could learn some other things about human intimacy that couldn’t be measured in numbers or statistics.

[bbysamu]

HAIKYŪ BOYS WHEN YOU RANDOMLY FLASH HIM DURING AN ARGUMENT | pt. 2

featuring: husband!OIKAWA Toru, SUNA Rintaro, SAKUSA Kiyoomi, USHIJIMA Wakatoshi x f!reader

genre: tiktok

inspired by: this tiktok

⚠️ warning: suggestive! (minors pls dni)

PART I | MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

✗ OIKAWA Toru

You stuck your head into the living room, “Toru...”. Your petty husband turns up the volume of the TV as soon as he hears your voice. you knew Oikawa could be so petty after arguments, but its not like to him give you the cold shoulder for this long. you pout as your round the corner, standing in front of him as he avert your eyes, keeping his glued to the dancing screen in front. “Toru, baby, ‘m sorry...” he scoffs, “you didn’t seem so sorry when you called me an overdramatic man child four hours and thirteen minutes ago.”

you fight the smile on your lips, of course your husband had been carefully counting how long to give you the cold shoulder for. “is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?” “nothing.” he replies, not missing a beat. you grin, “oh really? nothing?” you taunt him as your fingers trail closer to the hem of your tank top, in one swift motion, pulling it upwards, revealing to him everything. “nothing,” he repeats, this time a lot quieter, all traces of defiance gone. “fine, maybe this will help me to forgive you” he says, pulling you in before muttering a “I hate how I'm so weak for you.”

✗ SUNA Rintaro

The room felt icy cold as you and Suna glare at each other. Both of you angry at the words that left each other’s mouth. What had started the argument, him forgetting to turn off the AC and you pestering him about it, quickly escalated into personal attacks. “if you could just shut up for one minute, please y/n, I can’t hear myself think over your annoying screaming.” “Rin, this isn’t screaming, this is communication.” “please, let’s just...you go to the room and I'll stay here and we’ll both cool off for a bit okay?” “fine.” you wasted no time in retreating to your shared bedroom. an hour later, the bed was starting to feel empty without the usual weight of your husband and on the other side of the house, Suna was starting to feel your absence without your usual music blasting in the kitchen.

“Rin?” you peeked into the kitchen and he looks up, about to apologize when you beat him to it. “I'm sorry Rin, I didn’t mean to pester you.” He grabs your hand, covering it up with his much bigger ones, “I’m sorry too, princess. I didn’t mean what I said. You could never annoy me.” You pull your hand back, watching his face of confusion turn into a little smirk as you lift your shirt over your head. “Oh? What’s this for?” “Just to make sure I’m 100% forgiven.” Suna laughs before walking towards you, “oh yeah, you’re 150% forgiven. Now my turn to earn your forgiveness.”

✗ SAKUSA Kiyoomi

“darling, look at me when I'm talking to you please.” you shake your head stubbornly, looking everywhere but at your husband. Sakusa sighs, it was the fourth time this week he’s caught you leaving the light on in the kitchen. “just...turn off the kitchen light please, you know how much this contributes to the electric bill? do I look like I'm made out of money to you?” you crack a tiny smile, which only led him to think you’re not taking him seriously.

“y/n, look at me,” he says, “please”, he adds. finally you do. you hate it when you argue with Sakusa, even if you are in the wrong. “don’t be mad at me.” Sakusa sighs again, “I’m not mad, I'm just asking you to try and remember.” he looks away, thinking of some idea, “what about sticking a post-it note on the switch, that way you’ll never for- what are you doing?” your smile tells him all that he needs to no. “no, babe, please we’re having a conversa-” it was too late, you’re flashing him and Sakusa forgot all about his brilliant ideas to get you to stop leaving the kitchen light on. “you know what? whatever, leave the light on, I’ll just play harder, ask for a salary raise. now come here.”

✗ USHIJIMA Wakatoshi

“Toshi?” you speak up softly and your husband only grunts in reply. this afternoon, you’d accidentally broken one of his favorite mugs as you were trying to reach for the cereal on the top shelf. he’s mad, not so much because of his mug, more so because he’s told you a billion times to ask him to help reach for things. “you could’ve accidentally gotten hurt” he grumbled as he quickly cleaned up the glass shards.

“Toshi, please don’t be mad at me anymore. I'll call you for help next time, I promise.” Ushijima looks down at your pinky waiting for his to seal the promise. He’s not usually one to say no to you, but this has happend one too many times. you’ve gotten off each time, but what happens if you accidentally fall down and break a bone trying to reach for something? as he was lost in thought, he failed to notice the way your shirt starts riding higher and higher, until they’re completely off. he looks up and just stares. the longer he stares, the more embarrassed you feel and the more confused he is. “what are you doing?” “flashing you? thought it’d alleviate your anger. you don’t like it?” Ushijima heart skips a beat at the way you smiled shyly at him. “no, who said I didn’t like it? I love it.”  

stay fetch! xoxo

Join my TAGLIST ! (previous lists are disregarded, this one is the new one)