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[deliriousgrl-writes]

Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he���d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

[txrully]

hii can I request blue lock boys comforting their s/o thats on her period? (if your uncomfy w this than jst ignore it)

Thank you! 💕💕

YOU'RE MY COMFORT!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary when they comfort their s/o who's on her period

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning fem!reader implied , lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n eeeek i took a kinda long hiatus after exams so sorry this was late- TT

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

isagi would be so sweettttt. like he’s 100% the type to google how to make your girlfriend feel better on her period and then go overboard. he shows up at your door with snacks, a hot water bottle, and a look of absolute determination.

“babe, i got chocolate, tea, and this random teddy bear i found. will that help??”

he also tries to distract you with soccer highlights and ends up ranting about strategy while you just cuddle into him. lwk adorable.

"yoichi, i don’t need all this, i’m fine—"

"nope. it’s my job to make sure you’re 100% okay!"

"…you’re too much."

"too much in love with you? absolutely."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira treats your period like it’s an adventure. he calls it “battle week” and declares himself your knight in shining armor. he’s running around like a maniac, making you laugh so hard you forget the pain.

he also makes you random art to cheer you up. one time, he drew a stick figure comic of you fighting a “period dragon” with a sword made of chocolate. you almost cried laughing.

"meguru, what is this??"

"you slaying your period. literally."

"you’re so dumb… but i love it."

"mission accomplished!!!!! >:D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

rin is… awkward. but he triessss. when you first tell him, he just blinks and goes, "okay. what do you need?" and when you say “nothing,” he goes into silent problem-solving mode.

he might not say much, but he’ll keep you company, bring you your favorite drinks, and make sure you’re comfortable. he’s like a walking checklist. it’s so sweet how seriously he takes it.

"rin, you don’t have to—"

"you said you have a headache, so i’m staying until it stops."

"you’re so stubborn-"

"you’re welcome."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi is… so chill. you tell him you’re on your period, and he’s like, "oh. okay. do you wanna nap?" because in his mind, that fixes everything.

but the second you actually need something? he’s ( surprisingly ) up and moving faster than you thought possible. he’ll even let you steal his hoodie and hog all the blankets.

"sei, can you pass me the—"

"already got it. now come back to bed."

"why are you so good at this???"

"because i'm used to this by now."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo treats it like a high-stakes situation. he buys you EVERYTHING—snacks, heating pads, your favorite drinks, and even a blanket that looks like a giant burrito.

“what else do you need? should i call a doctor? a masseuse? build you a pillow fort?”

he’s over the top ( *cough* more than usual *cough* ), but it’s so sweet you can’t even be mad.

"reo, you don’t need to do all this—"

"yes, i do. you’re in pain, and i don’t like it."

"you’re insane."

"insanely in love with you, yep."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is so calm and collected about it. he’s like, “i got this.” he makes you tea, rubs your back, and lets you vent about how annoying it all is.

he also takes you on peaceful walks or sits with you by the window, brushing your hair and talking about random things to keep your mind off the cramps. it’s giving romance movie vibes.

"hyoma, you’re like… weirdly good at this."

"i have a sister. i’ve trained for this moment."

"oh my god, of course you have."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the gentlest bean. he’s like, “do you need anything? want me to get you soup? should we watch your favorite movie?” he’s so soft and accommodating, it’s almost ridiculous.

he also writes you little notes to cheer you up, like: “you’re stronger than cramps 💪 i believe in you!!”

"hiori, this note is so cheesy—"

"but did it make you smile?"

"…yeah, it did."

"then it worked. :D "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou is chaotic as ever, but surprisingly… thoughtful? he shows up with junk food, a heating pad, and an attitude like, “let’s beat this period’s ass together.”

he’s also the type to jokingly pick a fight with your u t e r u s ( you read that right ), yelling things like: “how dare you hurt my girl?! square up, you coward!” it’s dumb, but it works.

"ryu, stop yelling at my uterus—"

"not until it apologizes."

"you’re so stupid."

"but you’re laughing, so i win."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is quietly attentive. he doesn’t say much, but he notices everything—like the way you hold your stomach or wince when you move. suddenly, you’ve got a hot water bottle and your favorite drink in your hand, no explanation needed.

he’ll sit with you in comfortable silence, scrolling on his phone until you’re ready to talk. it’s subtle, but you feel so cared for.

"sae, you didn’t have to get all this—"

"you’re in pain. of course i did."

"…thanks."

"don’t mention it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser is so dramatic about it. the second you tell him, he’s like, “mein gott, my poor love! what can i do?!” he acts like you're about to be taken from him.

but honestly? he’s surprisingly good at making you laugh and keeping your spirits up. he’ll even let you boss him around for the day.

"michael, stop being so dramatic—"

"i can’t help it! your pain is my pain!"

"you’re ridiculous."

"and you love me for it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is the sweetest little bean. he immediately offers to make you tea and snuggle on the couch with your favorite blanket. he’s like a human heater—so warm and comforting.

he also sends you texts like, “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart 💖 cramps don’t stand a chance against you!” pure angel.

"ness, you’re being so extra—"

"only because you deserve it!"

"you’re such a dork."

"your dork 🥰."

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[lcs-scar]

May I perhaps see some.. Bill x pete art..?

Two boys with homoerotic tendencies, I hope they don't have a habit of burning down establishments

[leaentries]

i wanna leave so many marks and scratches on nico that in the locker room the boys are just 😟

fuck…if yall could see into my mind rn…

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just licking every inch of his skin— your teeth nipping at the defined ridges of his abdomen and chest. your nails are raking down his back as your fingers dig into the dense muscles. nico’s a groaning mess while you claim his body and skin as your own. one of his hands grips hard onto the headboard as he tries his best not to collapse on top of you. his hair is messy and tousled, falling over his forehead, his brow scrunched in pleasure. nico’s hips move inside you, stroking fluidly as the both of you lose your breath to each others bodies.

the next morning he walks into the locker room, eyes heavy from the previous night. some of the guys are at their assigned stalls, stripping and changing for morning skate. nico sets his bag down, reaching up to grab the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one motion before tossing it into his bag.

an immediate whistle echos through the room, “whoa, cap!” jack’s playful voice rings out, “someone had a long night.” some of the other players begin to chime in.

“where do i get me one of those?”

“does she have a friend?”

“nico got himself a little freak.”

“shut up,” nico mumbles as he tries to hide the way his face flushes. he makes his way to a mirror, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes the full extent of your marks. angry red scratches trail over his sides and back, adorned with purple marks over his chest and abs. he makes his way back to his stall, pulling on his gear quickly before picking up his phone and typing out a text.

neeks: all the boys loved what you did to me 🙄

neeks: be ready by the time i get home, schatzi. you’re not leaving the house until my name is spelled across your ass.

[tra1nchi]

HIIIII omg, first time asking so I'm kinda nervous 👉👈 so, would you mind writing about an ftm reader with an obsessive dragon which reader once helped who became such a simp for reader and ended up in heat, and reader is really nice so reader decided to help with the heat. If it's the kinks how about breeding kink if you wouldn't mind🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-💌 anon

MINORS DNI!! bttm ftm reader,,breeding,,Overstimulation,

When you first found him, he was sick and malnourished. His ribs protruding through his skin, arrows poking out of his skin but when he had expected you to finish him off, sell the scales of his tail to some weirdo in the woods, you didn't.

You were kind and gentle with him, nursing him back to health in the cutest little cottage the dragon hybrid had seen. He couldn't believe that he was getting taken care of by such an adorable little thing, your gentle hands roaming over his skin, it wasn't his fault his injuries were so close to his crotch!! You were nice enough to not point out his clear erection atleast.

He had gained a bit of weight during his stay with you, growing comfortable to start marking his scent around your home and eventually marking you, it was a safety precaution he assured you, just for other dragons to know you were off limits and all his.

Spring had finally rolled around, this would be the time that he would go searching for a mate, his instincts would flare telling him to go on long treks to find the perfect hole, but it didn't. All he could think about was you, stuffing himself inside of you until you both couldn't breathe, He could feel himself leak at the though of you filled with his kits.

He would grow even more affectionate with you, purring as he rests his larger body over yours like a massive cat, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist or legs. Of course he was just being touchy!! He wasn't sizing up how well you would take his cock..no..

When his heat really started to get bad, you thought it was a simple fever until you noticed his cock practically peaking in the sheets, his mouth agape and panting as he starts at you with unrestrained lust. "Please, Help me one more time yeah? I'll be good and quick, I promise." His whine was pathetic as his clawed hands reached out quickly gripping your hips.

You quickly agreed since all you ever did was help the dragon, what was a little fuck gonna do? His seemed ecstatic when you agreed, his large hands pinning your wrists together as he quickly changed the positions, his tail practically trembling in excitement.

"Mhm yes! Gonna breed you so good..you'll be such a good daddy, my pretty boy." He buries his face in your neck, licking up until he bites down on your pulse point, moaning at the taste of your flushed skin as he gives into the urge to hump his cock against your clothed boypussy.

in seconds you were bare before his eyes, which were by this point glazed over with desire, He was barely thinking about anything else other then burying himself deep inside of you and thrusting until his hips grow tired.

He threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide, feeling himself start salivating when your pussy is revealed to him, teasingly dragging his tip down, barely kissing your folds. "I can't wait..you'll be so tight and perfect for me." He groans as he starts to push himself in, one of his hands firm on your chest to hold you down while the other one lazily rubs your nipples.

The moment he bottoms out inside of you is when all his restraints snap, bouncing into you with reckless abandon, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts, he purred when you started to use his horns as leverage, fucking into even faster and harder until all that could be heard is lewd slapping against skin.

"Good boy, that's it..take me, take all of me!" His voice chokes out as he cums, unbelievable amount really as he stills, panting heavily and looking down at you, his tail wagging as he seems proud of himself. "More? You can handle more right?" He doesn't hide the excitement in his voice and before you even get a chance to reply, he's thrusting again relishing in your moans and using his heavy amount of cum as lube.

[mattslolita]

bambi needs to cum, but chris said no. so she looks at him with her glassy eyes and he has to say yes 🤭

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧

"p-please..."

a low growl escapes chris's lips as he looks up at you, his thrusts relentless as your nails dig into his back, legs wrapped around his torso as broken moans and whiny pleas fall past your lips.

"w-wanna cum, baby," you beg, your eyes glassy and wide as you stare up at him, lust clouding your expression, "please, can i cum?"

and fuck, how could he say no to those eyes? the way your gummy walls squeeze his cock as his eyes rolling into the back of his head, before he opens them again and lazily smirks down at you.

"been such a good girl f'me, yeah?" chris drawls, his hand going down to rub circles on your clit, "g'head an' cum pretty, look at me."

that was all the confirmation you needed as chris gripped your chin, tilting your head upward to face him; a loud, pornographic moan of his name falls from your lips as your velvety walls flutter around him, your arousal spilling out of you, creating a creamy ring around his mushroom tip. a possessive look clouds chris's eyes as he stares down at you in awe.

"so fuckin' good, such a good girl. my good girl."

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey can you do more of Aaron x non bau rich fem!reader. Like maybe with jack

ANON!!!! I’m just out here living my rich stepmom life now, okay? Jack is so cute!!!! I swear I’m weak for domestic Hotch | WC: 423

Inside the living room, you sat on the floor, surrounded by colorful art supplies, while Jack busily worked on his latest school project. The grand space, often reserved for elegant soirées and refined gatherings, had been transformed into a cozy art studio for the day, with large sheets of paper spread out, and markers and paint scattered everywhere.

Jack, his little face scrunched in concentration, held up his creation for you to see. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, showing off a drawing of what appeared to be a dragon, flying over a castle that looked suspiciously like your home.

You smiled warmly, leaning closer to inspect the details. “It’s perfect, Jack! I love how fierce the dragon looks. You’re getting really good at this. I'm sure your teacher will be impressed with your skills and give you a gold star for the fairy tale topic!” you praised, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Jack beamed at your words. “I think Dad’s going to like it, too,” he said, glancing toward the doorway where Hotch had been watching the two of you quietly, his expression soft.

Aaron’s voice cut through the gentle ambiance. “I’m sure I will,” he said, walking into the room and joining you on the floor. His suit jacket was off, and his tie loosened for the first time all day, but he looked relaxed.

“Dad, look! I made the dragon like the one from the book you read to me last night,” Jack explained, already diving into another story about his creation.

You exchanged a fond look with Aaron, who smiled at the scene. This — these simple moments — they were everything to him. “I think we have a true artist on our hands,” Aaron said, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he sat down beside you, his eyes were full of affection for the both of you.

You grinned, pulling Jack into a little side hug. “I’d say so. I think we'll need more wall space for all of his masterpieces though,” you teased, already scouting which painting you'd have to take down. It made Jack giggle.

Aaron chuckled softly too, his arm slipping around your waist as he looked between the two people he cared for most. It wasn’t the opulence of the mansion or the high-profile life that mattered to him — it was the warmth of the family you had created, the quiet joy of being together, and the love that effortlessly filled the room every time you were together.

[nateezfics]

Can you writea soft, fluffy smut with softdom! San? Like he's being very slow and careful and loving with a lot of praise???

❝ softly and sweetly ❞

: ̗̀➛ intimacy is still new between you and san, and he’s more than willing to be as sweet and patient as you need him to be. 2.9k words.

: ̗̀➛ choi san; boyfriend!san. softy!san. afab!reader. established relationship. fluff. smut.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: minors do not interact! explicit sexual content. unprotected sex. soft sex. not first time sex but still one of the first few times if that makes sense. groping//drying humpimg. oral (f receiving). body worship. breast play. lots of ooey gooey praise that might make your teeth rot. pet names (baby). dirty//sexual language. soft dom!san. sub!reader. intentional lower case and small font.

“this…this is okay, yeah?”

the words were spoken into your skin as san nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. he hovered over you, broad shoulders covering your frame completely, and his body heat permeating into you. his strong hands were lodged on your hips, kneading at the suppleness of your curves there and he desperately wanted to let them continue their pursuit of you, but he needed to make sure you were alright.

your mind was already growing foggy under his touch. your palms were flat against his biceps, and you felt the muscles underneath flex as he busied his hands at your hips. he touched you not with uncertainty, but a carefulness like you were a porcelain doll that might crack if not handled just right. these intimate moments were still new, unfamiliar for the two of you. you’d only just progressed your relationship to a physical one, and san was more than adamant to keep your comfort top priority. you kissed the shell of his ear. “yes, san. it’s okay. more than okay. you can…you can keep going.”

san sighed. out of relief? desire? maybe both, you weren’t sure, but his hands then dipped under the hem of your t-shirt and a million little goosebumps erupted across your skin. his lips pressed into your nape to place a sweet kiss, and then again, and then one more until he was littering your neck with kisses while his hands rose upward. “you feel so good under my touch, baby. so soft.” you were so pliable for him, so reactive, back bowing off the sheets when his finger tips grazed your pebbled nipples.

“touch me more,” you whined, breathless even just from his featherlight caresses. your face turned into him and allowed your whimpers to flood right into his ear. “please.”

“of course,” san cooed. another kiss to your neck. “whatever my baby wants.” he got a good grip on your tits, fondling the soft flesh and eliciting the sweetest of moans from your pretty lips. encouraged by your response, san kept pushing and tugging at them, thumb and pointer fingers pinching your nipples every so often. you were a symphony of sighs and whines, absolute music to his ears. he lifted his head from the warmth of your neck to watch you, smiling when you looked up at him with those darling eyes of yours, already glazed over with desire. “hmm, maybe we should take this,” he pushes at your shirt, “off of you, yeah?”

you nodded much too quickly, so eagerly it made the man above you let out a chuckle. you let him remove the t-shirt from you and he threw it somewhere over the bed. you didn’t care where it landed. exposed to his awaiting gaze, your cheeks grew warm. he grinned and leaned down to kiss the apple of your cheek.

“so beautiful.” san kissed your other cheek before busying his hands with your chest again. there was adoration in his eyes, in his voice. you didn’t even have a moment to feel insecure, not when he looked at you like this. like you were the prettiest thing alive. “how do you feel, baby? okay?”

“yes,” you answered, hands squeezing his arms in assurance. affection swelled in your chest. san was so careful, seeking your approval after everything he did; you felt loved, cherished.

san sat up enough to watch his larger hands engulf your breasts. “such pretty tits. so perfect.” desire was pooling in the pit of your stomach, and that familiar heat ignited between your thighs. you were already wound up to such an extent and he hadn’t even moved on from your chest yet. you needed him desperately. as if he heard you, san swooped down to trap a nipple between his lips, suckling and kissing the bud. his other hand showed affection to the other one, pinching and pulling.

you cried out, arching into his face and pressing you further against him. he showered your breasts with attention until the desire you felt in the pit of your tummy ignited and spread to the rest of your body. like it had a mind of its own your body moved, your hips rutting upward to relieve some of the tension you now felt throbbing between your thighs. the press of his clothed erection awaited you, and at the grind of you against him, san groaned against your skin.

“fuck, baby.” san groaned again, releasing your nipple with a pop! he cast his eyes upwards to you to witness the pure look of desire on your face. and then you rolled your hips again, and the prettiest little pout formed on your lips when the friction wasn’t giving you what you needed. san smiled. “here, let me help you.” he left your chest to sit up tall, hands sliding down your waist to your hips. he pulled you against him just as he rutted into you, digging his erection so perfectly into your pussy it had you sighing wantonly. he did it again, and then again, helping you grind yourself on his erection, alleviating a modicum of the pent up pressure.

“san, need you. need you in me.” you were desperate. your core clenched around nothing, a stark reminder of how absolutely empty you were.

san laughed softly, breathlessly, worked up just from the sight of you so needy. “i know, baby. i know. but patience, okay? i will take care of you. promise.” he dipped down and placed a constellation of kisses between the valley of your breasts and continued lower and lower still until he reached the hem line of your sweats. he shimmied his body down the bed to comfortably lay on his front between your legs. he tugged at your pants, but paused to cast you a look. “can i take these off?

you nodded and whined, but gasped a moment later when the cool air met your skin as your pants were pulled down your legs. now left only in your panties, practically bare before him. the fabric of your panties were now sheer from the way it stuck to your wet sex, and san was quick to voice his fondness of the sight.

“look at you. so pretty and wet for me already.” a single thumb pressed into the wet spot and you mewled at the small contact. he rubbed your clit delicately over the drenched fabric of your panties until you were squirming, body wordlessly begging him for more, more, more! he settled himself between your thighs, resting them over his shoulders before diving his face into your pussy. he placed open mouthed kisses to your clit over your underwear and oh, the sounds you made. the prettiest, sweetest, most darling moans poured from your lips as he kissed your needy sex. your voice, so lascivious yet delicate, resounded in the air and entered his ears before shooting into his bloodstream and rushing right to his cock.

“san…” you were so precious calling out to him.

“yes, baby? what do you need?” he already knew. another kiss to your covered clit. your panties were soaked completely through.

“take my panties off,” you pleaded. “wanna feel your mouth on me without anything in the way.”

san loved how you expressed what you wanted, what you needed. you were so perfect to him. you could’ve done anything and he would’ve thought it the most astounding thing. he tugged at your, now completely soiled, panties until they were off your body, your glistening and delectable pussy now on full display for his viewing — and tasting — pleasure. he groaned as he brought his face closer, inhaling the scent of your arousal and feeling the way his cock strained between his body and the mattress. “such a pretty pussy. you are the most beautiful little thing i’ve ever seen. you know that?”

it was a rhetorical question. not that you could’ve answered anyway when his lips wrapped around your erected clit and sucked, rendering you absolutely speechless above him. your thighs jolted but he was quick to keep them steady on his shoulders. he made out with your pussy slowly, reverently, lovingly. like he was going to take all the time in the world savoring the sweetness of your arousal. and he could have, would’ve been perfectly find to bide his time between your legs until he reached his final moments.

“so sweet,” san sucked your clit. “so perfect.” he sucked and kissed and licked your pearl until you were dissolving into a mess above him. only then did he make his descent to your hole, still clenching and fluttering with a need for attention. he pushed the wet muscle through your folds to lap at your inner walls. he had to keep you in place, your body reacting in earnest to his actions. he tongue fucked you so tentatively until he worked up a steady rhythm, mindful of his nose and how it was perfectly placed to bump your clit so perfectly you saw stars swirling in your vision.

it was so much, yet just enough. overwhelming but you did not want him to stop. you were dangerously close to your peak, san’s mouth working diligently to push you over the edge. “hah! s’close, san! gonna cum!” you were pulling at his hair now as the coil in your belly became almost unbearably tight.

“oh, you’re so perfect,” san drawled. “let go for me, baby. cum on my face. wanna taste every last drop of you.” with his encouraging words and continuous pursuit against your pussy, the coil snapped and you fell into euphoria. your orgasm swept over you, all consuming and powerful. every last nerve was alive, your blood feeling like it had been replaced with fire. san let you ride out every last second of your high on his face, and true to his word, he tasted every last drop until his chin was covered in your essence and his own saliva.

you heaved in and out, thighs shaking and mind reeling from the high. you almost missed the way san began to kiss up your tummy and your chest. when he reached your face, he planted a slow, languid kiss against your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. to taste the evidence of how good he made you feel. your hands found purchase in his hair, inevitably pulling his body closer to yours.

“did that feel good?” it was more than obvious, what with your taste lingering on his tongue and your arousal on his chin. and the way you shook beneath him. he just adored to hear you say aloud how good he made you feel; he felt proud to know that he was learning your body well enough to give you every bit of pleasure you deserved.

“yes.” you kissed him again. “so good, san.” and yet, you couldn’t ignore the empty ache that remained between your legs. despite having just cum, you still needed more. you needed his cock in you, all of it. your lips stayed glued to his while your hand snuck all the way down to his erection; you palmed him through his sweats and the man above you purred appreciatively, rutting into your hand.

“is that what you want, huh?” san grinned into your mouth. “does my pretty baby want to be full of me?”

“need you in me,” you parroted your words from earlier. they still rang true. you were desperate for him and you needed to get his clothes off of him immediately.

“you’re so cute.” he kissed your forehead before he put some distance between you to remove his clothing. you waited on baited breath as more skin became available to you; his shirt and pants joined your clothing on the bedroom floor. his cock strained against his underwear, and you reached out to smooth your hand over it. he closed his eyes and inhaled. “you could undo me with just your touch, you know.”

you smiled and tugged at his underwear to free his cock from its confines. he was so hard, cock engorged and tip red and leaking. you couldn’t help the urge to wrap your hand around him, feeling the heavy weight of him in your grasp. “san…”

“yeah, baby?”

“fuck me. please.”

san smiled. warm. promising. full of love. “with pleasure.” he leaned over to give you a sweet kiss while his hips sunk between your thighs. you spread them wide to allow him room, settling them over his narrow hips. he wrapped a fist around his shaft to line himself up to your hole, but before pressing forward, his eyes met yours. “tell me if you’re uncomfortable. okay?”

you nodded, bottom lip between your teeth as you focused on the press of his cockhead against where you needed him most.

“baby. i need to hear you say it.”

you swallowed. “okay, san.”

“that’s my good baby.” he pushed himself in, only a smidge, but even just the small press forward and your cunt was already sucking him in with a desperate desire to be filled. he chuckled. “so eager for me, but we’re gonna take it slow.”

you mewled at that first stretch as his tip slipped passed your folds, hole enlarging to welcome him in. san was watching you intently as he slowly and carefully fed you inch after inch. he was moving so slow; you had half a mind to just yank his hips forward to take him all in at once, but decided against it. san was a lot to take in, and your little pussy was still getting used to him, still trying to memorize the feel of every last detail of his cock. and this fact was proven now as he pushed another inch passed the tight ring of your walls, your back arching as you moaned into the air at the stretch.

“still doing okay?” san’s voice was low, thick with arousal but full of concern for you. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and your pussy was so tight. such a tight fit, and as he slid in slowly he couldn’t help but think of your first time, the first time he spread you apart on his cock. it almost felt like he wasn’t going to fit, but you took him in so well, so perfectly. he could never forget that first hug of your walls around him.

“y-yeah.” you managed to respond despite your mind shutting down with each inch that sunk into your heat. you smiled up at him for added measure, to reassure him that you felt fine, more than fine. you felt full and wonderful and loved.

san was sheathed all the way in at last. you both sighed out in delight. you were so warm and wet and tight around him. his hands soothed over your hips as he remained motionless, allowing you to adjust to the entirety of him. “let me know when i can move.”

“move now. please.” your hands clambered at his shoulders.

san laughed, leaning in to steal a kiss after growing overwhelmed with affection. “you sure?”

“yes, yes!”

his hips drew back slow, achingly slow, before sinking back into you in full. he groaned, you cried. it was pure bliss and he was quick to do it again, and then again, and then again until he set a deep, steady rhythm. he was gentle, of course, but his cock was reaching into your depths with such precision you felt like you were losing your grip on reality.

“s’good, san! s’good!” he filled you so good it was maddening. he was hitting spots inside you you didn’t even know existed. he was already memorizing your body so perfectly.

“my perfect baby, so good for me. taking me so good. ah, just like that, baby.” your pussy was turning him into a mess; neither of you were fairing well at the moment. an absolute depiction of undoing. “love you. so much! so, so much.��

you were close, your body shaking and writhing and bouncing with every slap of his hips against you. it was almost effortless for him to hit the perfect spot and now you were spiraling into pleasure with reckless abandon. “mmh, gonna cum!”

“close, baby? hah, me too.” san didn’t dare mess up the rhythm, not when you were so close to falling apart. his dick throbbed with need for release, but he willed himself to wait for you. “gonna cum for me like the good little baby you are?”

“yes!”

a thumb pressed to your clit in tandem with his thrusts and oh. oh. you broke apart so easily for him, crying and trembling under his frame while he confined to fuck into you, making you feel every last earth shattering bit of your orgasm. his name resounded in the air as you came and you held onto him tightly, undoubtedly spurring him on to his own end.

“shit, baby. ‘m gonna cum. where do you want me?”

you sighed out. “in me. please!”

san wasn’t one to deny you of anything; he gave in to your wish and came undone inside your heat, spilling his white cum into your welcoming walls. he offered a few more shallow thrusts until you both were sated, and collapsed onto you in a sweaty heap. his arms circled your waist and his face nuzzled your neck sweetly. “fuck. have i told you i love you?”

your hands were lazily scratching his back as you tried to level your breathing. “maybe once or twice.”

“well, i definitely do. i love you. my perfect baby.”

“i love you, too.”

notes from nat: thanks for the request, anon! sorry it took so long for me to complete it tho :( also,, this is the first time in a while i’ve written soooooo apologies if this is garbage ahshsh

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[lavendermin]

Stop, about the Mimi being protective of pregnant reader....I imagine it carried out even when the baby was born...like when rhe baby is in bed giggling and Mimi circles around them then growl when jy wants to see his baby..I also think mimi would take the baby w her and JY and reader was STRESSED when their baby is gone only to find their baby fell asleep in the warmth of Mimi🥹

You’re so right 100%

Jing Yuan is often busy so your company mostly consists of Mimi for most of the time and the few regular faces you’ll see at the estate. And now that you’re pregnant, Jing Yuan takes extra precaution appointing several of his most entrusted contacts to keep you safe when he isn’t by your side.

cw | pregnancy, suggestive

Who would have known that Mimi, the majestic white lion, who was at first mostly indifferent to you is now suddenly glued to your side like a needy lap cat. And you could only pinpoint this shift in behavior with the progression of your pregnancy.

You started noticing the small shifts two months into your pregnancy. Mimi would follow you from room to room when Jing Yuan wasn’t around. Its icy blue eyes would bore into those who came to speak with you, a little guarded. But Mimi was intelligent—Jing Yuan had expressed this himself to you on many occasions since knowing him. It would not harm anyone that wasn’t a true threat.

When someone asks to feel your belly, Mimi will make a low rumbling sound as a threat. Still, early on it’s no problem and it’s a little situation you easily dispel with comforting assurances and scratches behind Mimi’s ear.

It only becomes a bigger issue when you’re about five months into the pregnancy. Jing Yuan has just come back from a rather long expedition for official business—forty-six days to be exact. And his heart is light with the notion that he finally gets to hold his lovely wife, so wonderful and pregnant, for the first time in weeks.

“My love, it’s good to see you back safe and sound,” you greet, hobbling over from where you were resting on the couch with Mimi obediently at your feet. You look positively radiant like this, your tummy rounded with his child and your body soft and glowing.

Strange, Jing Yuan thinks as he removes some of his armor and regalia. It isn’t lost on him how Mimi follows closely by your side, almost supporting you as you walk to make sure your balance is ensured.

“Ive counted the days until I could see you again,” he grins, hand settling on your hip.

As he leans in to properly greet you with a kiss, Jing Yuan is nudged away. Rather forcibly, he might add. Mimi huffs as it wedges itself between yourself and the general.

“Snow Lion,” he commands with a look.

Mimi looks away with an annoyed flick of its tail, unmoving and nudging your hand to pet its mane. Usually Mimi is well-behaving and certainly well-trained. You can’t help but laugh and bend down to place a smooch to the top of the lion’s mane.

“Husband, I do believe little Mimi is a tad upset you left me alone for so long.”

“This hasn’t been a problem before, so it should not pose an issue now,” he ponders, a little bewildered.

After a few affections and sweet words from you all is well and Jing Yuan is able to properly dote on you like the starved man he is. Well…not without Mimi in the same vicinity as you both catch up over dinner and a stroll through the gardens.

That same night poses another issue. With your soft body under his rough hands, Jing Yuan is eager to please you tonight to make up for lost time while he was away. He’s barely gotten you worked up with desperate kisses and heated touches when he hears it.

Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.

At first, he pays it no mind. Eager to see you fall apart and taste you on his tongue again. It’s you who halts his advances as you break a kiss with a chuckle upon hearing the scratching again and a few low rumbles.

“Love, I think Mimi wants to come into the room,” you mutter against his lips. Jing Yuan sighs, burying his face in your shoulder.

Though he’s painfully hard and just wants to ravage his pregnant wife, he relents and throws on a robe to open the chamber door. The white lion wastes no time walking over and onto the bed, curling up next to you.

“My bed and wife taken over by my own lion,” he sighs, crossing his arms as he watches the lion purr contently against you.

It becomes a regular habit that you unfortunately spoil Mimi with. Your baby is quite fond of Mimi’s purring after all and likewise Mimi is fond of feeling the baby’s kicks.

Jing Yuan is still luckily spared the ability to love you how he wants when time allows but not without your coaxing Mimi that everything is ok and to stand guard at the door instead. At the very least, you have one more form of protection. He has to convince himself of this at least when he sees you fast asleep against Mimi when he returns late some nights. He’s nonetheless fascinated that such an intelligent creature has found instinct in protecting someone who is expecting. Perhaps luck truly favors the bold.

In the months that follow, your baby is born without issue and Mimi is still just as overprotective if not more of the newborn. Surely it understands that your daughter is a frail cub that cannot be left to the elements. And perhaps it’s due to Mimi’s constant purring against you during your pregnancy, but whenever your daughter begins to whine or cry Mimi will diligently lay near her and purr gently to soothe the baby.

And it works. Every time.

You’re almost a little shocked.

And of course, when Jing Yuan goes to check up on your daughter Mimi will growl defensively. It will never act on it, no. He isn’t a threat.

It’s more of a warning. Ensure this cub’s safety or else.

“Snow Lion, she needs to be fed. These worries are not good for your heart,” he scolds without much bite to his words as he rocks the infant gently, formula bottle in hand.

(I do like to think that since Jing Yuan canonically now refers to Mimi as Snow Lion upon discovering it’s a lion, you will prefer to use Mimi because you think it’s cuter. The lion definitely shows more biased response to you using Mimi because of your coos and affections.)

It’s all well and good until the day your daughter goes missing (for like a solid five minutes in the estate). She’s missing from her crib in the few minutes it took for you to grab a new change of clothes for her as you got ready to give her a bath. You immediately call for Jing Yuan since she’s nowhere to be found in the nursery or your room. She’s disappeared along with the blanket she was in.

And somehow Jing Yuan gets the immediate suspicion the lion is somehow involved when he notices Mimi’s absence from your side. He remains calm.

“What time is it, my dear wife.”

“Wh- it’s a quarter past noon. What–”

Jing Yuan takes your hand with a reassuring smile and leads you across the estate to one of the main sun rooms overlooking the garden. It’s where the afternoon sun filters just right through the large glass windows and thin curtains—Mimi’s favorite sunbathing spot.

And no doubt, the lion is there, curled up against the sun’s rays as they filter warmly into the room. Your daughter is bundled up and gently laid upon a little nest pile of blankets within the warmth of the afternoon sun. She sleeps soundly, small hand clutched tightly around a lock of Mimi’s mane.

You both sigh in relief. It certainly isn’t a conventional babysitter, but Mimi is nothing if not intelligent and loyal.

[pia-nor481]

ln4 is definetely into praise. 100%. and choking, but more giving than receiving.

Most definitely. Anytime he wants to kiss (more than a peck) he’s grabbing her neck lightly to pull her in, only applying light pressure to give her the weightless feeling. Or when he’s fucking her from the back, looking in a mirror, he’s reaching his hand around to grasp her neck, pulling her up so his chest is pressed against her back, watching as her eyes roll back, gasping for air. It brings him so close to the edge that he has to slow down. He does however like to be choked every now and then. Making when she’s riding him, her hands could be resting on his shoulders or chest and his hands will leave her hips or ass to grasp her wrists, pulling them to rest on his neck, she needs both hands to cover his skin. He loves felling her press down slightly for a little bit of support, the intimacy and trust makes him groan and maybe even whimper. Or when she’s riding his face, that’s one of his favourite things and he will always say yes.

As for praise he loves it, in all forms. When he’s dominant he’s loves giving “so perfect for me.” ��You feel so good, Love.” “That’s it, good girl.” He gets off on seeing her reaction to such words. He also adores being told he doing things right. “Fuck, Lando, so close.”, “Yes, just like that.” “Fucking me so well.” It doesn’t matter whether he’s subbing or not, he just loves getting praised. He MUST hear his name, he needs to know who is making her feel so good. Let’s not forget his fondness of body worship. He works so hard to maintain his figure so he needs to hear how good he looks, how his body makes her feel.

[x0l0tl99]

Why are you, as a minor, even watching Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss?

i haven't watched helluva boss in like two years my guy. but, you may be surprised by this, but its surprisingly more tame then what i see on the daily basis at school. if it makes you happy i dont watch it anymore and i really dont care too. the show is literally on the same level of highschool bad.

cry me a river or something i dunno im pretty sure most of the fandom is minors anyways. makese sense. it has the same maturity level

[rizzanon]

silly little sanaerio that came to me in a dream (literally)

reader tries to sneak out to go to the park with caitlyn and adrien and gets caught by damien

to shut up damien reader takes him with them and they all go park tgt idfk

damien refuses to admit he wanted to just spend time with reader , he wasnt actually gonna snitch

when sneaking back in they all domino onto eachother (reader walks in first then stops beecause ruh roh they got caught) and damien bumps into reader, caitlyn bumps into adrien and eyeah

tgis prollh doesng make sensw idk what im on abt tyoing this half aslddp

-🍰

HELLO WHAT?? I LOVE THIS (although this exact scene won’t happen, i think it’s cute that damian is forcing reader to let him tag along so that he won’t snitch—literally younger sibling core and there will definitely be a moment or two like in this undoing fate (for the bants/fluff) lol)

reader: (quietly tries to sneak toward the back entrance of Wayne Manor, bag slung over your shoulder)

Damian: (from the shadows) And just where do you think you’re going?

reader: (startles, spinning around) Damian?! What the— What are you even doing here?

Damian: (arms crossed) The better question is: what are you doing? Sneaking out like some common criminal. Suspicious, don’t you think?

reader: I’m just going to the park to meet Caitlyn and Adrien, okay? It’s no big deal. Go back to brooding or whatever it is you do.

Damian: Tch. You’re sneaking out to meet those two? Again? Does Father even know about this?

reader: (glaring) Do you know how to mind your own business?

Damian: I could let this slide… or I could inform Father. Imagine his reaction when he hears about this little escapade of yours.

reader: You wouldn’t dare.

Damian: (raising an eyebrow) Try me.

reader: (groaning, pinches the bridge of your nose) Fine. You want to come? You can come. Just don’t ruin it for me, okay?

Damian: …..Hmph. I suppose I could accompany you. Someone has to keep you out of trouble.

reader: (mutters) Yeah, because I’m the one who causes trouble.

(You and Damian reach the park where Adrien and Caitlyn are waiting for you)

Caitlyn: Took you long enough. (gaze shifts to Damian) Oh, you brought company.

Damian: (flatly) I assure you, I did not want to be here. Someone needed to supervise you lot.

reader: (rolling eyes) Oh, please. He just didn’t want me to have fun without him.

Damian: (sharply) I don’t care about your fun. I have better things to do.

Adrien: (teasing) Sure, sure. And yet here you are.

Caitlyn: (grinning) Well, since you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. Or at least try.

Damian: (grumbling) I’m not here to enjoy anything.

[pretend you all hangout at a nearby night fun fair, and afterwards, after much begging, Adrien and Caitlyn managed to convince you to let them crash at the manor for the night]

reader: (whispering) Alright, stay quiet. No one’s around, so if we’re careful, we’re good.

Damian: (scoffing) Speak for yourself. I don’t get caught.

reader: (rolling eyes) Right, because you’re oh-so-perfect.

reader: (steps inside cautiously, but freezes mid-step as you hear someone—) Oh no—

Damian: (not realizing you stopped, walks straight into your back) Watch where you’re—

(Adrien, close behind, bumps into Damian, and Caitlyn crashes into Adrien. It’s a domino effect, leaving all four of you in a heap at the door.)

Adrien: Why do I always end up on the bottom?

Caitlyn: You’re just unlucky, I guess.

Damian: Get off me, you imbeciles!

reader: Shh! You’re gonna—

Alfred: (calmly stepping forward) I trust you all have a good explanation for this?

[All four of you collectively freeze, dread sinking in.]

Adrien: (still on the floor) …I’m just gonna stay down here.

Damian: This is entirely her fault. (points at you)

reader: Yeah, this is going to be a long night….

(i might write a full on oneshot for this lol i actually love this idea)

[txrully]

Hi Hi !!! I really love your fics

Can I request a gn reader who loves to manhandle the BL boys (Kinda like aggressive affection).

Thank you, and have a good day :D

CANT ESCAPE MY AFFECTION!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary bluelock boys with an s/o who loves aggressive affection

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning lowercase intended , gn reader

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n idk how - but im pretty sure this flopped :sob: so sorry nonnie :( <3

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

isagi is kind of taken aback at first, because he’s more used to subtle affection (kinda), but when you pull him into a bear hug and start giving him smothering kisses, he’s so down.

he’s always flustered, trying to return the affection but not quite knowing how to keep up with your energy. when you go in for a kiss, he literally freezes, and you have to drag him in.

"yoichi, c'mere, i don't bite! >:/ "

"w-wait, can’t you, uh, just take it slow- 🥲"

"nope, i'm coming for you whether you like it or not!"

"i... okay? 😅"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira lives for it. he’s all about that playful, chaotic love. he’ll give you the most dramatic responses and egg you on.

if you get overly affectionate, he’ll tease you by trying to run away and play “catch me if you can,” but then he’ll let you tackle him because he loves the aggressive attention. it’s like his personal sport.

"bachira, i'm not letting you go today!"

"haha, i can totally outrun you! try me!"

"watch me catch you!"

"ah, you did it! but only because i let you."

"you're so annoying, i’m kissing you anyway."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

to put it simply... rin’s not used to this level of affection ( at all ), but once he realizes you’re serious about it, he melts 🫠. he’ll let you drag him into all the kisses, but he might act like he’s annoyed at first.

he’ll do that thing where he crosses his arms and smirks while you’re all over him, but secretly, he’s a little soft on the inside. once you start kissing his neck or leaning on him aggressively, he’s completely done for.

"ew, stop that."

"i’m literally hugging you wdym. D:"

"do it again."

"i- fine by me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi is lwk confused at first ( :x face and all ), but when you pounce on him and wrap your arms around his neck, he just goes with the flow. he’s so relaxed and chill about the whole thing, and honestly? he really likes being adored.

he might just let you do all the aggressive cuddling, because it’s easier than fighting you. if you push for more, he’ll pretend to be a little annoyed, but in reality, he’s soaking up every moment.

"sei, you’re stuck with me today, deal with it."

"can i, like, not deal with it?"

"nope, too bad."

"…fine. i’ll just enjoy the cuddles."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo is the most dramatic when it comes to aggressive affection, but he’s secretly obsessed with it. if you hug him from behind and cover his face in kisses, he’s all “oh no, how will i survive?” but he loves it.

he might complain, but he’s always the first to pull you closer and make sure you’re comfortable. even if he’s acting all sophisticated, he’s a softie for your wild love.

"reo, i’m not done yet!"

"oh nooo, i’m going to be suffocated by love!"

"you’re so dramatic."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is a bit flustered at first because he’s not sure how to handle all your aggressive affection, but he’ll warm up to it. he loves being loved—he just needs a moment to process.

if you’re all over him, he’ll take it in stride. he’ll laugh it off and act cool, but you can totally tell he’s enjoying it. maybe he gets a little shy when you shower him with kisses, but he definitely melts into your arms when you do.

"chigiri, you’re not getting away today!"

"what do you mean? i’m always getting away!"

"not today, my love."

"you’re a menace." ( lovingly )

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is soft about it. like- he doesn’t even try to escape. you could probably lift him off the ground with a hug, and he’d just be like “okay, this is happening.”

he loves the attention, and he’s so gentle back, giving you the same level of affection in return. he might blush a bit, but he’s more than happy to let you shower him with attention.

"yo, hiori, you're stuck with me."

"uh-huh, i’m fine with that."

"you’re so cute when you get all shy."

"you’re the cute one here."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou absolutely thrives in this environment. he loves being manhandled, basically. if you aggressively kiss his neck or give him a bear hug, he’s probably gonna pretend to act like he’s annoyed, but secretly? he’s loving it.

he might challenge you, though. like, “you think you can take me on?” but deep down, he’s ready to be held, kissed, and adored however you want.

"i’m gonna keep kissing you until you can’t breathe."

"oh? bring it on, i’ll kiss you back harder."

"you’re such a brat."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae acts as cool as ever, but when you pull him into a tight hug and kiss him aggressively, he’s completely unbothered. he won’t show it, but you can tell he really likes it.

he might keep his face neutral, but his hands are definitely moving to pull you in closer, and he’ll even wrap his arm around you to make sure you stay put. he won’t say it, but he’s so happy to be adored by you.

"you’re clingy today .. more than usual."

"you bet i am. deal with it."

"oh well."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser is such a dramatic baby. he acts like he’s too important for aggressive affection, but the second you throw yourself at him, he’s all “yes, this is exactly what i wanted.”

he makes a big show of rolling his eyes, but you know he’s loving every second of it. he even tries to one-up you sometimes, like, “you think you’re the only one who can be aggressive with love?” and then he’ll pin you down in return.

"i’m gonna smother you with kisses, just you wait."

"pfft, i dare you."

"watch me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness might seem shy about your affection at first, but he’s totally into it. he doesn’t push you away, but he might give you the sweetest smile when you throw yourself at him.

he’ll pull you in and let you cuddle him as much as you want, and when you kiss him all over his face, he’ll blush like crazy but still hold you tight.

"ness, stop looking so cute while i’m trying to kiss you."

"i can’t help it… :') "

"you’re gonna be the death of me."

© txrully

do not copy/translate/repost/plagiarize my works in any way.

ⁱᵈᵏ ʷʰʸʸʸʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵐ 🫠

[madame-fear]

Imagine lucerys being betrothed to sunshine!reader😭💕 her parents meet with Rhaenyra when she becomes queen to arrange a marriage between lucerys and their youngest daughter, she’s just curious about everything because her parents never let her experience what her older sisters did because they sheltered her at a young girl age but she loves talking and making new friends. She’s so bubbly when greeting everyone like the Targaryens, and she’s not even scared of them because she believes that every one has kindness. And she’s so fascinated by dragons, she immediately comes to look at them and Arrax and Syrax actually like her and Rhaenyra just loves her because she’s kinda like the daughter she’s never had!!

AHHSHHSHD NONNIE thank you for feeding my mind with this !! i literally CAN’T get over this !! 😭

okay but literally imagine, I think everyone would be delighted by how bubbly & endearing you are. First thought I had beforefinishing to read the message, is that Rhaenyra would absolutely ADORE you the very second you greet her in a most respectful manner, with a wide toothy grin growing on your lips— it would take Nyra no time for her to treat you as her own daughter,, she would basically have you under her wing from that very moment.

Knowing that Luke is a little bit shy, I can picture him helplessly smiling at how lovely you simply are. Initially, he would be overwhelmed... But in a good way, of course! Much like his mother — and basically the rest of his family —, Luke would immediatly be swooped off his feet at the sight of, simply, how much of a kind young girl you are, and incredibly respectful as well to each one of his family members, and to him.

I can definitely see Lucerys offering you his arm to walk you around King’s Landing, or the Red Keep, for you to know your way around as you both gleefully chat. In a way, your personality wouod match perfectly with Luke’s— being the one to take him out of his shell, and swiftly improving his mood at the sight of your presence in the same room as he is in.

And since you have a great curiousity for dragons, and they have grown fond of you, perhaps even booping their snouts against your face playfully, Lucerys would take you to the dragonpit to greet them rather often. The way your eyes are simply impressed by the sight of these huge beasts is a loving sight to behold— and he’s most definitely the type to take you on dragonrides on whichever opportunity he has to do so; adoring the way your warm body eagerly holds him as the air delicately hits on your face whilst riding Arrax.

You are just perfect to be the Lady of the Tides, and I’m certain he would be thanking the Seven for gifting him such a wonderful little sunshine as his betrothed.

NONNIE THIS IS NOT ENOUGH,, I LITERALLY NEED TO WRITE A ONE-SHOT ABOUT THIS, WITH YOUR PERMISSION. 🙇‍♀️

[xo2dee]

CAN I MAKE A REQUEST FOR INSECURE!VERGIL X READER (OR REFUSING TO SHOW/ADMIT TO HIS INSECURITY)

PAIRING: Vergil x Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/ 18+ ONLY. Implied sexual content, insecure!vergil. WORD COUNT: 1,647

A/N: thank you for the request! wasn't sure how you wanted me to particularly pick something vergil would be insecure about so i went through the liberty of choosing him to be insecure of letting you see how he looks in his SDT form bc rly it's a personal hc of mine as well. i hope that's okay and i hope you enjoy as well!

DMC MASTERLIST

When you first laid his eyes on him, everything about him screamed having confidence in oneself.

He stood tall (broad shouldered and long-legged), and his face carried the expressions that told you nothing ever fazed him as well as he was never one to be at fault for anything. He was so strong and so fast too, making your head spin when he blitzed across a battlefield with nothing but pure conviction poised with his sword, or that time he lifted a couch one-handed when your shoe had slid underneath it and you needed help getting it, just wordlessly doing your bidding before placing it back down like it wasn’t even a big deal. Perhaps that was what had attracted you to him so much – how confident he was with everything he did, and you just knew when you realized the lingering stares on your form meant he’d been eyeing you the same way you had been him, it was really Vergil’s confidence so gaze at you so openly that fueled your own into making the first move that got you into a relationship.

Surely, a man that looked and seemed so confident could do you so right and knew exactly what to do and say in a relationship… And imagine your surprise when the first time you kissed Vergil he practically froze up and looked absolutely as at loss on what to do.

Of course, you later learned he was just lacking in the physical touch and romantic relationship department, something that was easily remedied with slow touching and patience on your side to let him better feel comfortable with someone touching him so intimately. Just because he’d never been in one so casually didn’t mean you lost all attraction to him, Vergil was more than what you first thought and you loved him for everything he was so of course you were going to as patient as you could with him when he deserved it. However, where you were patient you hadn’t come to realize he was battling an internal struggle with himself to pull away from you when his flesh gave way to reveal the truth he hid from you beneath his skin.

It was only in passing and slight touches hastily pulled away from you that you saw it; blue toughened skin on the backs of his hands as the bones in his fingers cracked and bent before you briefly saw the talons on your waist until he abruptly let go of you and hid them from your view. Or the brief scales you’d see on his temple when you kissed his jawline before he turned his head away from you to catch his breath. And even the sheen of his eyes changed that he fluttered his eyelashes over to not let you ever see – yet you’d engraved that feline blue glow of his eyes into your mind forever, and how mesmerized you were by their gleam and how the slitted pupil expanded for a millisecond until he hid them from your view. And every time it happened in a stretch of intimacy, you began to understand Vergil was fighting self-control to give way to his true form as his instincts itched for it.

Everyone knew Vergil was half-demon and half-human, you just didn’t understand why he didn’t like to let you see the demon part of him.

That night though, you were determined to make him feel wanted and welcome, wanting that confidence you loved back when he showed you how he looked beneath the human guise and assuring him nothing about how he looked or what he was would ever deter you from wanting him. You weren’t the slightest bit surprised whenever things got too intense for a moment and Vergil was pulling back from you and turning away from you to hide what was coming forth, the sheets of your bed sitting low on his waist as you wondered why the rest of his body didn’t seem to be affected like his face was. Then you wondered if that was why he was so hesitant to let you see him…

You sat up as quietly as you could, your fingers twitching to grab his own, but you only sighed out for him instead, “Vergil, it’s okay.”

Vergil only hunched his shoulders more at your words, his face only turning back to you a few centimeters to let you see the beginnings of his scales along his hairline before they dipped down into the slope of his neck. His muscles were strained, and his jaw was clenched as his words came out more grounded and desperate than you had ever heard before. “…A minute.”

Give him a minute.

And then what, go back to acting like he wasn’t feeling insecure over the thought of you judging on how he looked and how he was losing control? You’d told him before you didn’t care and trusted him, but it felt even then your words weren’t enough to soothe his worries and he went right back to that toxicity within his mind of things he conjured up he told himself. You hated it; you only wanted Vergil to know you loved him regardless of who he was, and it was fueled enough to remember that proud man on the battlefield to let him know otherwise that you did not care what he looked like.

Perhaps if your words weren’t enough…

Carefully, and so tenderly, you brushed the backs of your fingers along the scales you could see rising from his neck, stopping yourself when you heard the heavy breath he took once he felt your touch on his skin and only continuing to caress him when his head slightly leaned into your fingers after a few moments. Like you had expected, the scales were tough and leathery to the touch yet you could feel the well reinforced hide beneath them capable of withstanding a brutal attack and protecting Vergil himself. You eyed his jawline cautiously, watching it grind before it loosened a fraction and you trailed your index finger up along his hairline until you were softly tracing the scales raising from his temple and forehead. The sigh from Vergil had your worries easing away, his shoulders relaxing from their tensed position the more you continued to touch him while you began to count the abundance of scales along his face. The rumbling in his chest egged you on, pushing strands of his hair back onto its usual position as face and body began to slow turn back towards you.

You could only akin the feeling of his new skin to that of a Komodo dragon, yet you kept those thoughts to yourself in case you offended him and he pulled away for good, and once you had his face back towards you to let you see more of his flesh giving away you could only trace every inch of in fascination to how it looked. However, Vergil’s eyelashes still laid over his eyes, shielding you from seeing them as you sighed and swept a thumb over his cheekbone, “Can I see your eyes?”

It took a moment and a frown to mar his face before he let you see them, and you got the same glee you felt seeing them for that sparse moment from before when you took note his pupils dilated all the same once he looked at you. He kept his words to himself as you looked over his expression, finding it in beautiful interest how overtime his appearance would change. However, you were keen to show him more how you didn’t mind it as you let your eyes fall to his transformed hands clutching at the sheets – nearly on the verge of tearing them if you didn’t soothe him.

Reaching forward you curled your hand over his new one, interlocking your fingers together as the difference in texture was felt enough for the both of you before you squeezed it in assurance. His hand was warm – warmer than it usually was, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you at the comforting temperature. Vergil was coy in the way he held your hand, but it was even more gratifying to watch his other claw-tipped hand raise and stall for a moment to make sure you wouldn’t pull away before he was idly drawing patterns into your bare shoulder. It was ticklish to an extent, yet you remained still, then watched as his confidence built itself back up and then you were fluttering your own eyelashes when the back of his fingers brushed across your cheeks so tenderly.

He’d never admit it, and you knew it was better to humor him rather than point out the obvious in case he retreated back into himself.

You eyed him with a teasing lift to your mouth, raising your conjoined hands as you rubbed your cheek across the back of his hand, “I think I should feel a little proud. I affect you so much you start to lose control and begin to shift.”

Vergil’s sigh was so loud you could practically feel the eyeroll, but his mood had considerably changed for the better once you felt his form leaning into your own. You welcomed him as you stroked along the parts of his body that had altered appearance, slowly watching as they either shuddered beneath your touch or that began to wane away to the ivory sheen of skin you were used to seeing. His confidence returned in the way that his body moved in tune with your own, no longer feeling shunned at the thought you might’ve turned away from his appearance as your fingertips glided sweetly between the spots of smooth flesh and the leathery formation of scales as the night came to an end.

As long as Vergil had you, he had nothing to feel vulnerable about.

[onismdaydream]

no no i see the vision - nanami teaching yuji patience… discipline. yuuji who’s so eager and excited and nanami just reigns him in, its unspoken but nanami is in charge and when his voice cuts through the moans and whimpers as yuuji gets carried away…..

anon i am kissing u omg thank u...

this is so messy but my brain just kept going ! so um ramble under the cut :3

yeah exactly like. the first time yuji meets you, he absolutely falls in love. doesn't even realize it, he just becomes obsessed with you. you just look so cute and perfect.. soft little dog ears and that cute little tail that always wags so fast... you're so affectionate too, licking and kissing yuji as soon as nanami introduces him to you. because of course, if your owner trusts yuji, then he must be a good person.

i think nanami knows he has to go away for a longer mission, knows that he can't leave you alone for that long, so he asks yuji to do him a favor, to take care of his puppy. not only is yuji eager to please his mentor (i thought i told you not to call me that.), but hes always been curious to spend more time with you, so he easily agrees and finds himself packing his stuff to stay with you. (nanami is not letting his sweet puppy stay with yuji in his own apartment - he's seen how yuji lives)

and because you're so precious to nanami, he takes the time to show yuji how exactly to take care of you - what you are going to expect from the pink haired sorcerer. when you eat and what you like to eat, how to help you bathe and get dressed and how you like your hair brushed, anything to make sure your schedule doesn't get messed up. your owner might spoil you a bit, but can you blame him? (i think nanami just wants to take care of someone, so he does spoil and baby you a bit, but you don't complain one bit)

yuji listens intently to everything nanami says, wanting to earn your trust and prove himself to his mentor even more. he blushes when nanami mentions bathing, though the older man says that you should be able to do it on your own, sometimes you still ask for help - something your owner could never refuse.

the puppy-sitting for lack of a better word, goes relatively smoothly. yuji gives nanami updates for when he can check his phone and on the night before your owner comes home, you video call him. nanami's face instantly relaxes as you come on screen, grinning from ear to ear. you tell him how much you love yuji (not as much as you love nanami of course), hugging his arm and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, and you ask if yuji can visit more.

and nanami, never able to say no when you look at him with those big eyes and pouty lips, allows yuji to spend more time with you. it works out because nanami sometimes doesn't have the energy after long work days to give you the attention you deserve and ask for. so yuji steps in. yuji has a bit more free time and a lot more energy to play with you and take you out around the city.

but then, your heat hits you when nanami is at work. he asked yuji to check on you and tell you that he'll be home an hour or so late. yuji finds you in nanami's room, hips frantically humping his pillow as you whine and cry. he immediately calls nanami and tells him what he saw (apologizing because he feels guilty, especially because he might've stared longer than he should've..), but instead of getting berated like yuji believed he would, nanami asks him if he could comfort you in some way. just until nanami could get home and properly take care of you.

thats how you ended up grinding your drippy cunt on yuji's thigh, his cock straining against his shorts as he tries desperately to not lose control. nanami said he could do anything that you asked him to (within reason) but yuji still felt guilty, felt like he was taking advantage of you. you whine and pant, drool falling from your mouth as you get off for the nth time, though it's still not enough. you're about to try begging yuji to fuck you again when nanami comes home, your ears instantly perking up as you hear the lock jingle, though you don't run towards him like yuji expected. no, you keep grinding your hot core on him.

and nanami doesn't stop you either. he asks you how you feel, big hands gentle on your overheated face as you cry out for more, tears springing in your eyes. yuji feels entirely out of place, feels like he's intruding, but you bury your face in his neck and plead for him to help you. "p-please, need to be fucked, yuji, please."

you sound so pretty, how could either of them deny you? so nanami instructs yuji on exactly what you like, his fist around his thick cock as he watches the pink haired sorcerer slide himself into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth surrounding his length. yuji wants to move fast, needs to move fast with the way you're squeezing him, but nanami's stern voice makes him savor it. telling him to go slower, to make sure that you really feel everything yuji's giving you. and yuji always listens to nanami (well, as much as he can..), so he does. he slows his hips, full and lazy thrusts that make each inch feel even longer, each drag against your spongy spot even more intense. nanami tells yuji to spit on his hand and rub your clit, so yuji spits and rubs, keen eyes watching your expressions to find the right movement.

the way your pussy tightens around him when you cum makes him grit his teeth, a hiss slipping through as he tries to not bust his load. but god, you feel so good. you look so pretty, too. it feels like an eternity before your walls relax, letting him slip out. he's done this before, always pulls out and strokes his cock to finish, it's what's expected of him. but nanami's voice stops him once again.

"did i tell you to stop?"