#blogs like that love to make their messes as big and loud as possible

[samuraisharkie]

did I SERIOUSLY get called an “absolute walnut” from a tumblr checkmark blog. AIEJGKWJGKDNGM. if I saw sainamoonshine irl I would maul their ableist condescending ass within an inch of their life. not worth it to fight with them bc they clearly don’t care about anyone else’s perspective but jesus fucking CHRIST what a piss poor refutation of me calling them ableist. And in three paragraphs no less!

[viking-raider]

Fright Night *Halloween Fic*

Summary: It's Halloween! You and Henry take to the great city of London, as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, to enjoy some of its Tricks and Treats. Before letting the night enchant you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count:

Warning: M - Cotton Candy Fluff, Dressing Up, Alcohol Use, Jump Scares, Stupid/Chessy Jokes, (I'm so sorry!) Flirting, Haunted House, Teasing, Protective!Henry, SMUT - Unprotected sex, (wrap it, before you tap it!) Oral: F-Receiving, Biting, Light Role Play, Body Fluids, Hand Job

Inspiration: It's Halloween! Let the mood inspire you!

Author’s Note: There is a possibility of future parts! I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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“It's Fright Night, babe!” Henry cheered, suddenly coming up behind you and grabbing your sides, scaring the living daylights out of you.

“Jesus Alive!” You yelped, body jerking, before you spun around and started a barrage of slaps to Henry's chest. “Would you quit doing that!” You snapped, even though a smirk was spreading across your face.

“Doing what, my dear?” Henry grinned, scrunching up his muscular upper body against your assault, while chuckling at you, mischievously.

“You've been jump scaring me every day, since the bloody first of October!” You replied, shaking your head at him and turning back around to the mirror. “You messed up my makeup too!”

“Babe, it's Halloween, your makeup isn't supposed to be perfect!” He said, watching you through the mirror.

“Speak for yourself, Wolf-Boy.” You giggled at him, checking him out.

Henry was dressed up as a sort of biker, Big Bad Wolf. He was rather dedicated to this costume as well! Having grown his beard out for it and everything. He had a pair of realistic wolf ears molded over his own, a painted-on wolf nose and a pair of red and black, Halloween contacts. He had on his leather biker jacket.

You would easily admit though, Henry looked pretty badass and spooky.

“I'd rather bite you, Little Red.” Henry purred, snaking his arms around your waist and playfully nibbling on your exposed neck.

“Now now, naughty Wolf.” You cooed, turning your head and kissing his temple, leaving a pair of red lips behind.

“I don't know if I'll be able to make it through a night out with you looking like this.” He said, stepping back to look you over in your dark Red Riding Hood costume.

He loved the black, silk and floral stockings that went all the way up above your mid-thigh, felt a tingle in the base of his spine that wanted to make love to you, with only you in those stockings. You smirked at him, fixing and finishing your makeup, then picked up your cape.

“Would you like some help with that?” Henry asked, holding his hand out.

“I don't know.” You frowned at him. “My grandma-ma told me not to trust big, bad wolves.” You said, batting your eyes at him.

“Hm.” He hummed back, stepping closer to you and lowering his spooky eyes, causing a little chill to race down your back. “What a smart woman, your grandma-ma is. But worry not, Little Red, I'll keep my biting to a minimum.”

“Well,” You smirked, resting your hand on the black, v-neck he was wearing under his jacket. “At least until we get home.” You purred, with a wink.

Henry threw his head back and let out a loud howl, which caused Kal to start barking elsewhere in the house and you to giggle. Taking your cape, Henry helped carefully tie it over your shoulders, then planted a delicate kiss on your lips.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, pulling back.

“I am, are you?” You nodded, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

“Yes, ma'am.” Henry nodded, zipping his leather jacket halfway.

“Wait, Mr. Big Bad!” You called out, as Henry stepped out of the bathroom. “You still got kisses on your face.” You giggled at him, grabbing a makeup wipe to remove it.

“No, leave it.” He protested it, turning his head away from the wipe. “This Big Bad Wolf wants the world to know he's been awoo'd by his Little Red Riding Hood.” He chuckled, grinning at you impishly.

“What a silly Wolf you are!” You chuckled back, shaking your head and tossing the wipe away. “Aren't you supposed to have fangs?” You asked, following him out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I was just waiting to put them in.” Henry replied, picking up a small, U-shaped case off his nightstand. “The creative department for the Witcher helped me out with these.” He smirked at you, opening the case to show you the custom werewolf fangs inside.

“Oh, those look so wicked, Puppy.” You nodded, seriously impressed with the top set of fangs.

“Mmhm.” He hummed, happy with them as well. “So, where do you want to go first?” He asked, taking one of the fangs out and started putting it in.

“I don't know.” You replied, biting your lip and glancing down at your shiny flats. “You know more about the London Halloweens than I do.” You pointed it out to him.

This was your and Henry's second Halloween as a couple. Your first Halloween had been spent at an amazing party thrown by one of Henry's friends, where the two of you had gone as Geralt and Yennefer. This year, even with several party invites, you and Henry decided to spend Halloween together and hit the town. But you knew almost nothing about what London did for Halloween events, other than the typical haunted houses and trick or treating.

Getting the last fang in, Henry grinned at you, and you smirked back, he looked absolutely amazing as the biker Big Bad Wolf. “I'm more than sure I can find several things to keep our adrenaline pumping and our Halloween spirit high.”

“Lead the way then, Big Bad!” You said, waving your hand towards the door.

Winking at you, Henry led the way downstairs, he grabbed your coat and held it open, while you put it on, then grabbed the car keys. “Kal, guard the house from tricksters!” He called out to the Akita, pulling open the door and ushering you out first.

Finding parking in downtown London, You and Henry make your way towards the Thames. You could see the London Eye looming in the darkness on the river's edge. You wondered, if the Eye was doing some sort of late night Halloween rides, that Henry was taking you on. Letting you see the City in all its sparkling glory on All Hallows Eve. But as you both turned the corner, you found a decent size line and looked up at Henry, with a cocked brow.

He grinned, wolfish, and squeezed your hand.

Trusting him, you got into line, and thankfully Henry looked different enough with his costume and everyone being more interested in what was at the head of the line, to take a closer look at the fact a celebrity was waiting among them. Enabling you and Henry to enjoy the wait undisturbed by would-be fans, asking for photos and autographs. You were curious about what your boyfriend was getting you into though. Everyone in line seemed super excited about what it was. The two women in front of you, dressed up in really wicked SteamPunk outfits were chatting excitedly with each other.

“It's going to be amazing; I can't wait for us to get down there.” One of them said, adjusting her top hat.

“Down there?” You echoed her words but looked up at Henry.

“Oh yeah, down into the bowls of London.” He said, making his voice sound spooky and leaned close to you. “Where the shadiest and scariest Londoners go.” He whispered, holding your gaze for a long moment before jerking forward. “Boo!” He wailed, grabbing you by the arms, and laughing as you yelped.

“You're so easy to scare, babe.” He smirked, pulling you in towards him, winking at the two ladies as they looked back and chuckled at the two of you.

“I hate you!” You huffed, punching him in the chest as he hugged his arms around you.

Henry chuckled again, lips ghosting across your forehead as he held you. “I know.” He replied, swaying side to side, before moving you both forward with the line.

Getting to the head of the line, you noticed a ghoulish black and red sign above a set of glass doors, The London Dungeon. It piqued your interest in stepping through the doors, finding the inside heavily decorated for Halloween. Henry paid for your entrance and the two of you were ushered, by a guide, to a lift with a small group of others. The lift took you deep underneath the building and out into a dark coordinator that was a blast from the past.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the London Dungeon!” The guide called out from the head of the group.

There were loud sounds from all-round, ominous dongs, the rumbles of what sounded like distant thunder and screams, along with bright flashes of light. The guide led the way through the dark hallway that was lined with all sorts of things. Buildings from medieval London, gently swaying clotheslines hung high above your heads, things you couldn't quite make out strung along the walls and over darkened doorways and windows.

Through one window, a woman in old clothing and a cloth cap, face painted to make her look much older than she was and several warts, jumped out and feigned reaching for your group, making many of you scream and jump in the air. You nearly climbed up Henry as you grabbed onto him, gasping with fright. While he just jerked with surprise and laughed, smiling and shaking his head as the woman retreated back into her dark hovel.

“I think my heart leapt out of my chest back there.” You panted; arms tightly hugged around Henry's as you urgently panned around for the next scare.

“It's still there, babe.” Henry chuckled, threading his fingers through yours. “I can feel it hammering against my arm.”

The group paused before an open building. It looked menacing, shelves lining the walls with various sized bottles, a skeleton hung from the ceiling on one side. But it was the table on the raised platform that drew everyone's attention. Laying under a soiled and grungy sheet, was the outline of a body. Then, from a door, came another woman, but she didn't jump scare the group like the first one, she was dressed in a bloody smock and her hair was covered in a bandanna, while holding a Plague Mask on a long stick.

“They say this beak is to help prevent the plague!” She said in a high-pitched voice, pointing to the long leather nose attached to the mask. “They put herbs and spices in the end to keep you from getting infections, like the Plague.” She grinned at the crowd, leaning close over the barrier fence that separated them.

“At least, that's what they say!” She cackled, pulling back and running off to put the mask up.

“Now, I'm one of the last physicians here in London fighting the infection!” The live actor declared, hopping up onto the stage with the autopsy table and body. “And this poor fellow is one of my patients! He went mad from the pain in his brain! Jumped out the third story window.” She said dramatically, pressing her fingertips into her temples and leaning over the covered body.

“And splat!”

Looking over the group and grinning sinister, she giggled. “What a shame.”

Then, slowly peeled the sheet back.

“Now! It's very important to know what Plague he died of, the Bubonic or Septicemic. To do that, I must first cut a hole in his chest!” She pulled a knife from under the table that was rather overkill and cut through his chest, little spurts of blood coming out as she did, before delving her arm inside.

“Oh, my dears, the smell is really quite awful now!” She groaned, face pinched, and fanned the air with her free hand, all while struggling with something inside the body. “It's putrid and quite squishy in there.” She gagged and grimaced, before finally pulling something long, bloody and wriggling out. “Hm, I wonder what this is for?” She hummed, waving it around, then tossed it behind her, filling the room with a wet splat.

“Good lord.” You gulped, even though you knew it was an act and all a show, your stomach still churned.

Her hand disappeared again inside the man's chest. “Ah-ha! The heart!” She beamed, rubbing it against her cheek, smearing blood all over the side of her face. “Still warm too!” She cackled, setting it between the man's feet.

“We'll save that for later.” She said, winking at the crowd, who laughed, Ooo-ed or gagged.

You noticed faint noise, like a low groaning, that was steadily starting to get louder the longer the autopsy went on. The small hairs on the back of your neck and along your arms started to stand up. Suspense building inside of you as you waited for someone to jump out of the darkness or something to fall from the ceiling above. You clutched Henry's arm, while he continued to watch the performance, in thralled by the historical terror and gore going on.

The plague doctor stepped away from the body, squinting into the darkness. “What's that noise? Do any of you hear--” She started to ask, before a blood curdling scream filled the air and the body on the table sprang up into a sitting position.

Everyone cried out and the plague doctor screeched at the top of her lungs, arms flying up in the air, as she bolted past everyone and vanished into the darkness, her screams fading away.

“You all right, babe?” Henry asked, smirking at you, feeling you shiver against him.

“I'm fine.” You replied, trying to put on a brave face.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, kissing your forehead.

You and Henry finished the London Dungeon, and even though you had been scared out of your wits more times than not and it was a good thing Henry was wearing a leather jacket, protecting his arm from being maimed by your nails as you clutched at him. You had actually loved the tour, learning about the history, dark as it was.

“Where to now, Big Bad?” You asked, looping your arm with Henry's as you strolled along the river.

“Hm.” Henry replied, taking a deep breath of the evening air coming off the Thames. “Are you hungry? We could go for a nibble.”

“I do say, I could go for a nibble and something to drink.” You nodded, resting your shoulder against his, and smiled up at him.

“Then, let's find somewhere spooky to satisfy ourselves!”

“Please, Hen, no more scares.” You begged him, as you headed back towards the car.

Henry chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Oh, all right. I suppose you've had enough for one night.” He conceded, turning the corner with you, only to have two teenagers jump out, scaring you enough to hide behind him with a scream.

“Very funny, gents.” He chuckled, but his face gave away how unamused he actually was.

The kids tore off down the street, laughing their heads off, while you worked on swallowing your heart back down into your chest. “It's a good thing I love Halloween so much.” You said, coming out from behind Henry.

“Only Halloween?” He asked, giving you a side glance, as you made it back to the car.

“I love you, three-hundred and sixty-five days out of the year, Henry.” You replied, beaming at him, as you buckled your seatbelt. “I don't need a holiday to love you even more. I wouldn't even know if there's anything in the multiverse that could make me love you more.”

“I could—TURN YOU!” Henry proclaimed, suddenly lunging across the console to attack your neck.

You howled with laughter, feigning trying to fight him off, pressed between your seat and door. Henry nibbled on your neck and tugged on your earlobe. “Down, boy! Down!” You wheezed, still giggling hysterically, but Henry kept up his assault, even licking up the side of your neck and making you squirm.

“Easy.” You cooed, turning to your Kal soothing tactic, gently petting Henry's hair and rubbing one of his earlobes. “Who's a good werewolf, huh?” You smirked, hearing him start to pant in your ear and nuzzle the side of your face. “You are!” You said, voice slightly high pitched.

“Yes, you're Little Red's favorite wolfie.”

“I damn well better be!” Henry huffed, pulling back slightly, to look you in the face.

“You are, as long as you don't tell Kal.” You chuckled, kissing him on the lips. “He thinks it's him, and I can't bear the thought of him knowing otherwise.”

“I see how it is.” He smirked, straightening up in his seat. “You're playing both of us. Calling whoever is with you the good boy.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot.

“And what would be my reward in this scenario?” You chuckled, lifting an interested brow at him, wanting to know where his thinking was going.

“All the perks of Kal and I being good boys.” He replied, checking the street for any trick or treaters.

“Ah, like Kal keeping all his toys in his bed and you remembering to put the lid back on the milk container.” You pointed out, shooting him a playful look.

“Something like that.” Henry blushed, reaching out to take your hand and resting it on his thigh.

“So, where are we going for our nibble?” You asked, relaxing and peeking out the window, admiring all the amazing Halloween decorations that dotted the businesses and parks.

“There's a cute pub in Leadenhall Market that really goes all out for Halloween.” He explained to you. “They do different themes each year. The last time I was there, they did Harry Potter. Which was fitting, since one of the movies had just come out that year. They serve great drinks and appetizers, so I figured we'd go there, then walk around the Market. Snag some of the treats from the pop-up stalls.”

“That sounds really lovely.”

The pub was alive with people, when you and Henry arrived, the murmur of voices, laughter and music. As you entered the Nightmare Before Christmas themed establishment, a woman dressed as a cat was passing by with this strobing and smokey drink in her hand, drawing your eye, instantly.

“Oh my god, what is that?” You blurted out, pointing to her drink, and slightly startling her.

She smiled at you and held it up. “It's called, A Witch's Brew.” She explained, taking a draw from a black and white silly straw with a witch's hat, then continued on.

“I want one of those!” You declared, looking up at Henry, eyes wide.

Henry laughed and nodded. “All right, one Witch's Brew coming up! Why don't you go find us somewhere to sit, while I get it and something to eat.” He suggested, turning his head towards the crowded bar counter.

You weaved your way through the packed pub, looking for an open table, making a couple comments to others on their costumes, before finally finding a corner booth. You took your phone out of your jacket pocket, while waiting for Henry to return, and snapped a couple selfies of yourself and several of the pub, posting them on your Instagram, then answered texts you had from family and friends.

“One Witch's Brew for Little Red Riding Hood.” Henry's voice called over all the noise, as he made it over to you, setting your drink down on the table.

“What do you have there?” You asked, motioning to the other glass in his hand.

“This is a Poisoned Apple Cider.” He said, sitting beside you with a glass of red and luster-y liquid. “Non-alcoholic, of course! Since I'm the designated Werewolf for the night.”

“Ha-ha-ha.” You chuckled, slapping him on the thigh, then looked at your drink, blinking and smoking, with purple alcohol in a stemless wine glass. “Did you manage to figure out what's in this?” You asked, picking it up.

“Um, yeah.” He nodded, taking a quick drink of his cider. “Vodka, blue curacao, grenadine and Sprite.” He rattled off the list the bartender had given him. “How is it?” He asked, watching you try it.

“It's pretty darn good.” You nodded with approval. “Did you manage food?”

“I ordered something sinister.” He replied, giving you an impish look.

“Oh dear, Cavill. What have you ordered for us?”

Henry leaned in close to you. “Mummy fingers and blood.” He whispered, before letting out an evil laugh.

“What would a Mummy finger count as, beef jerky?” You teased, taking another draw off your curly straw. “Well, I guess that's what I get when I let a werewolf order for me. Nothing, but bones to gnaw.”

At that, Henry let out a deep belly laugh, eyes sparkling in the orange and purple lights hung around the pub. “I keep forgetting you haven't turned yet.”

“You only just bit me, big boy.” You said, rubbing his chest. “These things take time; I know it's your second try after all.”

“Second?” He mumbled around the rim of his glass.

“Well, you did try it with my grandma-ma, and failed.” You deadpanned, stirring the ice in your drink with your straw.

Henry choked on his drink, setting it on the table, and started coughing. Pounding on his chest to try and recover. You gently pat him on the back, concern on your face, until you saw he was all right, feeling bad to a degree.

“My apologies, Wolf. I'll put less silver in my jokes next time.” You grinned, kissing his cheek, as a server made her way over with your plate of appetizers. “Thank you.” You nodded at her and discovered Henry's Mummy's Finger were Mozzarella sticks made to look like Mummy fingers and the blood was marinara sauce. “Oh, these are so cute, and look tasty!” You cooed, picking up the warm stick, smirking at it, before dipping it in the sauce and taking a bite.

“That they do, my love.” Henry agreed, digging in himself. “You got sauce on your lip.” He pointed out to the small spot at the corner, leaning in.

“Don't you dare, lick it off.” You warned him, in a low voice, smirking.

“My mother taught me manners.” He replied, calmly, before kissing the corner of your mouth for a moment, and when he pulled away, the spot was gone.

You let out a shaky breath and shifted in your seat, picked up your drink and took several sips of it, ignoring the straw, then cleared your throat. All the while, Henry smugly ate beside you, like he didn't know what he had done wasn't driving you wild.

“You all done, Little Red?” Henry asked, finishing his cider.

“Yep!” You nodded, wiping your mouth.

“Cool. Let's hit the Market and get some treats.” He said, standing up and waited for you to do the same, dropped a tip on the table, then walked out with you. “Oh, that cool air feels good.” He commented, unzipping his jacket all the way.

“I'm the one that had alcohol, but you're warm.” You giggled, shaking your head at him. “Or is it all that werewolf hair? Do I need to get you to a groomer?”

“Ssh-shh-ut up.” Henry chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in against his side. “Let's just get some sweets.” He said, kissing your temple and leading the way into the main thoroughfare of the Market.

Scents greeted your nose, making you moan, as you entered the hustle and bustle. Freshly popped popcorn, warm and sticky, candied apples, hot out of the oven biscuits, the whirl of candy floss machines, spinning all sorts of fluffy, brightly colored clouds. The treats were just too many to account for and every time you turned your head, you found another treat you needed to get your hands on.

Henry's eyes weren't on the confections, they were on you, seeing the lights in your eyes, the wonder and the short circuit of not knowing where to start or what to try first. “How about candy floss?” He suggested, motioning over to the station, where a woman was walking away with a fluffy pink cloud on a stick.

“That sounds good.” You nodded, heading over with him.

“Two, please.” Henry said, digging into his back pocket for his wallet.

Nodding, the vendor filled the machine, and you watched excitedly as the thin webs started to whirlwind out of the holes, filling the basin. You knew it was just heated up sugar, but watching it happen in front of you was so magical. Dipping a stick in, the worker collected the thready goodness into a puffy pillow, then held it out to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, taking it from him.

Henry paid and took his own, before the two of you moved on, picking contently at your treat and checking everything out. You picked up a bag of different biscuits, shaped like pumpkins, witches and skulls. Henry grabbed a box of delicious and gooey brownies and a pair of candied apples, drizzled with white and milk chocolate, then wrapped in Halloween cellophane.

“What do you have there?” He asked, as you came back to him.

“Cake-pops!” You smiled, holding a cloth tote with a smiling pumpkin on it.

“Nummy.” He cooed, licking his lips.

“But there's one thing.” You said, moving really close to him.

“I'm listening, Red.” Henry replied, seeing a familiar look in your eyes.

“I wanna go home, Wolf.” You whispered, ignoring all the people moving to step around you and Henry. “And have our own trick or treat.”

A smirk twitched at the corners of Henry's lips. “I couldn't think of a more appropriate way to end the night, Red.” He winked, then offered to take your tote of cake-pops.

“Nope, these are mine.” You shook your head. “Last time I trusted you with cake-pops, I got one bite and only saw the sticks to the other ones.”

“You know cake is my weakness.” Henry chuckled, as the pair of you navigated your way back to the car.

“Just like silver.” You quipped, taking out one of the eyeball cake-pops and started nibbling on it.

The drive home had started off light, nibbling on the treats you had bought at the Market, but they were quickly forgotten, as the mood you had only became more infectious. Amplified by the alcohol and sugar in your veins and the mysterious atmosphere of Halloween. Henry was by far just as aroused as you were, having you touch him. But he was frustrated, when you finally got home, since he couldn't touch you like he wanted, having to drive.

He was literally like a werewolf, when the two of you were finally out of the car and in the driveway, abandoning the containers of treats for each other. Henry swiped you up off your feet as soon as the door was open, making you yelp with surprise and giggle, seeing the rabid look in his eyes, even through the contacts. He kicked the door closed and hauled you upstairs, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss along the way. Kal barked at you from the bottom of the stairs but went ignored.

“My, my, what big eyes you have.” You cooed, panting as you broke the kiss, making it to the bedroom.

“All the better to feast on you with.” Henry replied, pushing your jacket off your shoulders and tossing it aside, looking you over in your costume, then growled in his throat. “And feast on you, I will.” He purred, untying your cape and letting it drift to the floor behind you. “There's never been a more beautiful Red Riding Hood.” He said, leaning in to start kissing your shoulder and neck, while his hands moved over your hips and kneaded your sides, then disappeared behind your back, to slowly unhook the back of your dress.

Shivering, your hands found the front of Henry's jeans, impatiently tugging them open and shoving your hand inside of his boxer briefs, finding what you knew as already there. His rock-hard shaft, that you'd stroked into existence on the car ride home. Henry let out a shuttered growl in your ear, feeling your hand wrap around his cock, the tips of his wolf fangs grazing your neck made you gulp and whimper, worried for a moment that he might actually bite down.

“Henry.” You whispered, tipping your head back to look at him, the concern of his fangs in your eyes.

“I should take them out.” He mumbled, blinking a couple times, before tugging them loose and tossing them on his nightstand. “I'll turn you next year.” He smirked, helping you out of your dress.

“Leave the stockings on.”

You giggled. “As you wish, Wolf.” You smirked, kicking out of your shoes. “But you have to keep the rest of your werewolf stuff on.”

“I'm taking these out.” He said, taking out the contacts. “They're starting to make my eyes itch.”

“Fair.” You smiled, then turned and crawled up to the head of the bed. “Come and get me, my Big Bad Wolf.” You beckoned, crooking a finger at him.

Henry let out a loud howl and scrambled out of the rest of his clothing, dashed over the bed and between your stocking-clad legs, playfully snapping at you. You giggled and pretended to be terrified. Henry actually did bite your neck this time, making loud growling noises at the same time. You rubbed your hands over Henry, squeezing his nape and lightly dragging your nails down his back, hissing as one of his rough love bites landed near your throat.

“My, what sharp claws you have.” He rumbled, placing chaste kisses on his artwork of bites on your neck and shoulder.

“All the better to mark you with.” You cooed, turning your head to tug on his earlobe.

“Mmm, Big Bad loves the sound of that.” Henry hummed, turning his head to look at you, the side of his nose lightly touching yours, his eyes giving you a devilish smirk. “I want to go trick or treating.” He said, kissing you and started working his way down.

“Oh, two treats right away.”

Henry's hand cupped one of your breasts, gently kneading, and rubbing his thumb over your hardened nub, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. Mouth closing around your other breast, as your back arched off the bed and eyes fluttered shut with a soft moan. His hot, velvety tongue glided over the little bud of flesh, applying the slightest amount of suction. The pooling heat between your legs only intensified, the more Henry toyed with you. You hooked one of your legs over his waist and rubbed up against him, letting him feel how slick you were.

Getting the hint, Henry moved on, nibbling down between the valley of your breasts, the muscles under your skin dancing as his teeth grazed ticklish spots. He smirked, his face leveling between your legs, nuzzling the inside of your thigh, your leg resting on his shoulder. Licking his lips, he dipped his head, your scent filling his nose, as his tongue flicked out to taste your wet folds. A hum vibrating in his throat and a smirk spread across his lips, your flavor taking over his tastebuds.

“So much better than Halloween candy.” He purred, warm breath wafting over your glistening womanhood.

“Oh yeah.” You moaned, carding your fingers through his hair. “Even cake-pops?” You teased, squeezing his shoulder.

Henry buried his face between your legs again, splitting your folds with his tongue, drawing a surprised gasp out of you, and collected your juices, savoring it for a long moment, slowly nodding as he did. You giggled and melted again, pressing your palm to the headboard and tangling your fingers into the back of his hair. Henry's mouth cupped you, the tip of his tongue circled your clit, drawing maddening designs that had your legs twitching and toes curling in those black, floral stockings. Your chest heaved, as a light sheen of sweat broke out over your body, whimpering at the invasion of Henry's tongue inside your core.

“W-wolf!” You mewled, bucking against his lips, thighs hugging around his head and feeling the burn of his bearded cheeks. “Henry!” You cried out, slamming your palm against the headboard, eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling your orgasm build.

Your legs grew numb and heavy, while goosebumps formed over your damp and fevered skin. A bubble of moans and whimpers flowed past your slightly parted lips. Henry's mouth worked your pussy greedily, lapping at the heady slick that flooded from you, grunting like a starved man satisfying his appetite. The seedling of your orgasm was almost in full blossom, when Henry came up for air, lips glossy with your juices and spread with a grin.

“No! What are you doing?” You whined, as he moved up your body, instead of finishing his task. “Hen-'' You gasped, his heavy fingers finding your swollen and charged clit, sending an electrical charge, like Zeus's lightning bolt, shooting up your spine.

“So impatient, Little Red.” He husked, watching your face through hooded and stormy-blue eyes. “This Big Bad Wolf wants to savor his meal.” He smirked, a deep laugh rumbling in his flushed chest, sweat drenched curls stamped to his forehead.

His thick digits scissored as they stroked the length of your sleek privates, intentionally avoiding the stimulation you truly wanted, him buried to the root inside of you. Henry sealed his lips over yours, delving his tongue deep into your mouth, filling your senses with the mixed taste of your arousal and his love. All the while, he still fingered you, working you into a whirlwind orgasm that left you dizzy, limp and sighing, softly.

“Beautiful, Little Red.” He cooed, pressing a kiss between your brows and wrapping his arms around you, rolling over until you laid, heavily, on top of him, face nuzzled into his neck.

You laid there with him for a moment, existing in a teeter-totter of euphoria and sleep, the scent of Henry's hot and sweaty skin filling your nose. But you found balance and pushed yourself up, palms pressed to his muscular chest, as you sat and positioned yourself. Rubbing your sticky womanhood on his hard, throbbing length, feeling his growl against your hands. You planted your knees on the bed, to either side of Henry, to steady yourself, then took him in one of your hands, fisting him. Every ridge and vein reacted to your touch, the velvety skin hot, like lava in your palm. Thick and lustrous pearls of come dripped from his tip and over your fingers, acting as a lubricant.

Henry's hands caressed your thighs and tracing the floral pattern of your stockings, while pushing up into your fist. His body glowed, in a warm flush, the werewolf makeup on his face began to lose its definition with each new bead of sweat. Working him for a few moments more, you straightened up and aligned yourself over Henry's dripping tip. Looking directing into Henry's eyes, you sank onto his shaft, sighing softly as it started to fill you. Henry wiggled his hips, helping you adjust to his size and move ever deeper inside of your core, humming softly.

Reaching out, Henry rested his hands on the back of your arms and pulled you down onto his chest, then turned to lay you both on your sides.

“Henry.” You sighed, hooking your leg over his hip and shifting him deeper in you.

He let out a breathy chuckle, nuzzling his face close to yours, to capture your lips in a slow, but sensual kiss. Rocking together, Henry's hand caressed the length of your back and pulling your leg higher, while still kissing you. Your fingers played with his curls, twisting them around your fingers or tugging them straight, only to have the downy strands bounce back to true.

You pressed your chest against Henry's, and felt his pounding heart, its strong rhythm matching your own. As if, a war drum was being played between your bodies. Breaking the kiss, you tucked your head beneath his, clinging onto him, like a second skin. Soft sounds escaped both of you, as the strength of Henry's movements grew stronger, caught in the primal frenzy of his building climax. Hugging yourself tighter against Henry's smoldering body, you rode every thrust he made, moaning sonorously into his chest.

“Babe.” Henry crooned, fingers curling in the hair at your nape, the sensation of your walls constricting around him, driving a shiver up his back, and milking him over the edge, he buried himself deep and took you with him.

Laying there, still linked and catching your breath, you placed soft kisses all over his chest, while stroking the small of his back and he nosed your hair, cradling you close. You tilted your head back, pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw.

“Hey.” You wheezed, staring up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed back, angling his head down to look you in the face, smiling softly and rubbing noses with you.

An impish look crossed your face. “Aahh-wooo!” You giggled, howling loudly.

“I knew I'd turn you!” Henry roared, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

[lostinvasileios]

Hello!

First of all, I wanted to say that I love your page! It’s very inspiring and feels like a safe space to me.

I saw that you’re willing to help beginners in their journey of worshiping, so I decided to ask for some. Thank you so much for it as well! And sorry for my big story tell.

So, my struggle is to find out who my deity is. I feel a call, I feel presence, but I have big struggle connecting hints and specifically finding out. Lately I discovered Dionysus and felt related and connected to his story and his character. He popped up in my mind himself. I didn’t knew much about him and never considered that I’ll be interested in worshipping him. I thought that if I’ll decide to go for Greek Gods, it will be Aphrodites, Ares, Poseidon, Apollo but never considered Dionysus until searched more about him

Several times asked for protection from archangel Michael (my mother is a big christian and it impacts me too from time to time) and still light up candles for him as thank yous.

I once asked for a hint to whose presence I feel and had a dream, there I saw a big blue eyes, dark curly haired young man. He was kindly, but jokingly laughing at me from the picture in the book. I wanted to draw him in my dream, but was scared to spoil his beauty. His robe colours was red and green. And instead of a hint, I got even more lost.

If there any ways I could find out if someone is really calling out to me (or it’s just a trickster messing with me) and who it is, I would be really grateful for help or any sort of advices.

Thank you very much again!

Hello there, bumblebee! 🪷 Thank you so much for the compliments, they mean the world to me. I'm so happy that you were able to find some solace/inspiration in my blog. ♡

Well, sweetheart, it seems to me like you've actually already conquered that. The struggle to find who your deity is. Dionysus is a very loud and proud type of god, and - this to me doesn't sound like a struggle to figure out who's trying to contact you, and more of a.... Do you trust it struggle.

Tricksters are very uncommon, especially since - well - I've never heard of one invading dreams. That'd have to be a very, very ballsy trickster. And, since you have the protection of Archangel Micheal on your side, I'd say you're all set, really.

One thing that really helped me out when it came to knowing who my deities were is listening to the emotions I got when asking myself that question.

The universe once told me: "You already know the answer. It just takes you to slow down and really listen to figure it out."

Your emotions hold so much value when it comes to deity work, I've come to learn over my time practicing. They're important! Your senses, your intuition, your gut feeling(s), ect. They want to help you out, but you need to allow them to speak. Does that make sense?

Learn from my mistake(s), lovebug. I often overlooked a lot of my deities because I didn't trust my own feelings, I didn't trust myself to be able to figure things out. When, in reality, I was the only one who could figure it out.

Your path is yours and the way your deities will present themselves is fully personalized for you specifically in one way or another. So, whatever you experience, is most likely the way you're supposed to in that moment.

For me, Dionysus also wasn't apart of my plan to work with when I first started out. I mainly wanted to work with Loki, Lucifer, Apollon, ect. But, um, Dionysus had other plans, haha. He will make himself known to those souls he holds sweet to him, or those who he desires to work with. Since you mentioned feeling connected with him, I'd say you have a possibility to have a very fruitful relationship with him.

He's one of my soul spouses, and, honestly - he's... A very dreamy deity to interact with and work with. He's the best. And those colors you said were in your dream are actually some of his identifier colors! Besides, even on the chance it wasn't him in the dream, you still have a very real chance of being connected with him in one way or another. Now, as you may or may not know, he, along every other spirit really, can have very fluid appearances.

If he changes his appearance, don't freak out - it doesn't mean anything was fake beforehand. It simply could mean something like you've gotten to a point where you can now comprehend this different aspect of them. For as big or as tiny as it may seem, it's a major accomplishment in my book!

I think one of the reasons why you're struggling to connect the hints, besides the things I've already stated, is the fact that - well - deity work is very complex. And very simple at the same time. It could be the chance you're getting multiple hints from multiple deities at a once-ish fashion. And it - yeah, it can be very confusing when they do that, lol.

There's also a chance the figure you saw in your dream was Apollon, he often has curls for me.

Either way, sugar - you're doing fine.

You've accomplished something amazing, I'm proud you even decided to ask for some help on this.

I hope I didn't drag this out too much, haha. Have some faith in yourself! Explore the possibilities and see which resonates the most with you and go with it. There's no harm in getting something wrong, there's no punishment for curiosity, and so on. You're doing great, bee.

[sophietv]

Why does Taylor say she’s the happiest she’s ever been? Even if she and Karlie are still together it’s such a mess. How do they recover? How does she come out? The kids?? I really don’t know what to make of her current situation. If she wants people to think she and Joe were real, there has been zero signs of it all summer. Like poof, 6 year relationship over. I’m doing great!!!!!

Hi!

I'm not too sure where to start to answer all of your questions 😅

Ok, assuming that Karlie and Taylor are together still in 2023. Wich, if you have read a little on my blog, you know is what I believe.

Her saying that she's the happiest she's ever been is one of the multiple flagging she did to Karlie's pregnancy since her appearance at the Met on May 1st.

Here's a thread I did on Twitter with eveything that happened since the Met (X)

I'll probably do a better version of that post on Tumblr when I have two miuntes and include ever more things that I missed on this one.

I mean, still in the assumption that they are together. Expecting your second child, while being in a loving relationship.

And being on tour and breaking records left and right.

Being as loud as you want, and having more and more people seeing your flagging and celebrating you.

Releasing and breaking record with her re-records.

(and very probably being on the way to finally being able to come out)

Is enough for annyone to feel the happiest they have ever been.

How does she comes out?

Well it is really up to her.

She doesn't have to come out and be out with Karlie all at once.

She definitly can. She could do the biggest call out to the music industry ever and come out with Karlie and explain evething that has happened to her.

Expose the music industry in a never before seen way.

And create a wave of changes.

While also coming out by herself.

Or. She could also choose to keep up the Love Blackout and enjoy her family life outside of the public scrutiny.

Everything is possible.

Here's a question I answered on this yesterday that can help you answer most of your questions as well: (X)

How do they recover?

I'm not very sure what is your question here.

Because beside the fact that they have to hide and have both been forced in the closet for years now.

I'm not too sure what there is to recover from at the moment?

If they come out together you mean?

Well, I'm convinced they have a very competent PR team that will help them work it all out, if that happens.

It's such a mess.

That the music industry have done this to them.

And most definitly to others just like them.

That this is still hapenning in 2023.

Definitly.

Them being together and hiding their private life from the public life like this?

Not so much. I believe that they are doing a great job right now.

If she wants us to think that her Joe were real.

I believe in fact that she's very deliberatly making everything blurry about her relationship with Joe.

I think she's trying to make the public see the PR behind that relationship.

Two weeks before Toe breakup, Tree tells a media source that Joe and Taylor are doing really good and that Joe will come to the Eras when he has time...

Everything about that breakup timeline doesn't fit.

At the start of tour she releases a love son, making everyone think that everything is good with Joe.

Then she starts "dating" *that* man and now they are saying that their relationship started way before the date announced of Toe breakup. And we learn that Toe allegedly broke up way before that...

Then when the breakup happens, they change the story in almost every articles as to why they broke up.

And also time the breakup at just before tour.

Just like so many other things that doesn't fit about Toe.

So yeah, I really don't believe that they are trying to make her relationship with Joe that believable.

But... Swifties....they don't need much convincing 😉

So yeah. Hope this helps answer all of your question.

I'll add that when we start to learn about LSK it's a big reality check to figure that this could even be possible and that the industry would truly force people to closet that much.

So I really get where you are coming from.

Don't hesitate if you have any other questions!

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 17/02/2024

vs SAYU (Based Version)

Season 4 Episode 2 No Album Release (Read More) vs. SAYU - No Straight Roads

Ripped by Dead Line (@deadlinesmb)

Thus far, I've covered the ripper Dead Line twice on this blog - with Medley Rush #7 and Imperial Touwer. Ever since I first had the idea of starting up this blog, Medley Rush #7 was a rip I KNEW that I wanted to cover on it at some point, for the exact reason I declared within it - the ripper's infectious affection. Amidst a sea of exceptionally talented contributors, Dead Line's mark upon the channel is immediately identifiable by just how unabashedly open they are with all of their interests: games that otherwise don't get all too much in-depth coverage on the channel are repeatedly utilized by Dead Line for their excellent, reserved yet althesame fun-loving style of ripping. And past Sonic Rush, Super Monkey Ball, and IndiePogo, the game that immediately springs to mind when I think of Dead Line is No Straight Roads.

Honestly, if you've been following SiIvaGunner for as long as I have, its possible that the game's coverage on the channel was the first time you ever heard of No Straight Roads - hell, vs SAYU (Based Version) released before the game itself did! And certainly, the SiIva team can often be quick to jump on the news right as they happen, the joke with rips like Too big, huh, my nuts are too big how about that and other E3 rips is entirely based on how quick on the draw they appear to be with current gaming news. Yet there's not really a...joke, or a "bit" to play off with vs SAYU (Based Version), no funny controversy that the game found itself in to warrant making some biting satire before the thing even releases. It is Dead Line in its purest form - a game with aesthetics and vibes that the guy clearly clicked with on a deeper level, and decided in turn to mess around with its music in whatever ways they found befitting to that vibe.

It may well be my Anamanaguchi bias from Give Me the Fantasy and 88811 speaking, but the use of On My Own as the introductory edit really just sold me on the direction Dead Line was taking with it immediately. On My Own is hardly Anamanaguchi's most famous song, arguably overshadowed by other singles from [USA] - yet with the focus wholly on Dead Line mixing and matching music they enjoy with the already incredible vs. SAYU theme, means that all notions of needing to be identifiable, or inherently funny, or memetic go out the window. It is, in simple terms, just a straight-up banger, one that could only have come out of Dead Line's own personal tastes and favorite songs, bands, and games.

We do, of course, get a bit of the more SiIvaGunner-core music choices toward the back end of the rip, most notably with a section of three Splatoon songs transitioning into one another back-to-back. As expected, they're what most people in the comments recognize, what most make their patented SiIvaGunner Commenter Jokes about - yet their inclusion, too, comes from a place of sheer affection and admiration that Dead Line has for Splatoon in particular, its style of music and aesthetic already being quite close to No Straight Roads in the first place. All of these sources - including the song Spectrum by Zedd, one I had never even heard of before this rip - seem like odd fits to reference in one collective rip, yet its remarkable just how well they all end up fitting together once blended together. Therin is the power of the ripper - to be able to pick out music that sounds like it wouldn't just be merely "funny" to include, but would fit in terms of style and theming, which sections to devote to which songs or sections *within* songs, and so on and so fourth. vs SAYU (Based Version) aims not to overstay its welcome or burrow home a joke more loud and mainstream than it needs to - it sets out to be a banger, and passes that bar with flying colors.

Essentially, for my money vs SAYU (Based Version) is one of the most Dead Line-ass rips that Dead Line has ever made. Their ear for quality, excellent taste in both games and music, and evident love for what they're paying tribute to all shine through here, and likely brought tons more eyes toward No Straight Roads than ever before. If nothing else, it got the attention of the vs. SAYU composer himself - whose own comment of endorcement gave me the tentative title used throughout this post. The ripper and the original composer, meeting and rejoicing over the shared love of quality, and the shared love of good ass tunes.

[hopeless-strawbmantic]

I adore your prompts aaah!! I just binge-scrolled through your blog 😩😭! can you do some prompts where A was recently in a bad relationship, and has never had someone genuinely unconditionally love them, but B is gonna do their damnedest to make sure they feel loved, please? so some good ol' fluff! I hope you are having a good day and thank you in possible advance!! (^o^)

Abso-FREAKING-lutely! I love these kinda prompts so uh, buckle in.

Showing Someone Love Prompts and Dialogue

-Person A tends to get overstimulated when hearing loud crowds out of habit, so when Person B takes A to a big party and they shut down, B gets the hint and immediately takes A home. A is apologizing the entire way back, but B just says, “You looked miserable. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

-Person B doing something really small, like getting Person A something and they break down in tears. B is wondering where they messed up but A hugs and reassures them they did nothing wrong.

-Person A always panics about confrontation, so whenever B wants to have a serious talk with them they have to constantly remind A that they still love them and nothing big is wrong.

-A wakes up from having a nightmare, and B tiredly hugs them until they go back to sleep.

-“No, stop apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

-“I’m fine, tonight’s about you.”

-“Order whatever you want. My treat.”

-“Rose or lavender bubble bath?”

-“Get some rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

-“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

First post out of hiatus babeeeeeyyyyyy!!!

[babiexiao]

HOW THE GENSHIN MEN FINGER YOU

contains : afab!reader x kaeya, zhongli, xiao & childe [seperate hcs], a shit ton of fingering 😔 teasing, edging, squirting & brief mention of pussy slaps

this has been on my mind for like two weeks because i saw an artwork of kaeya's hands and i went feral :') i might do a part two because i am a whore hehe. likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

KAEYA

he's an asshole. endless amount of teasing, it's truely shocking how much damn self control this man has. he'd have the nicest hands too :/ so annoying ugh. he'd have you spread out on his desk late at night, papers messily shoved to the side of the desk while he's fully dressed and you're naked. he likes to see you all vulnerable in front of him – he takes his damn time, okay. slim, nimble fingers just tracing random things on your upper thighs, dangerously close to your pussy but not close enough. kaeya's smirk grows a little bigger every time he feels you shiver as his fingertips ghost over the mound of your pussy. please, grab his wrist and guide his hand to your centre, otherwise he would really tease you for hours. he's still so mean though even though you've guided his hand where you need it the most :( spreads your folds apart with his other hand and just uses his thumb to brush over your clit. laughs when he sees your hole clench around nothing over and over again when he applies pressure on your clit :/

"so needy." he'd mutter, fingers dipping into your slick for a couple of seconds so it can coat two of his digits, and before you have the chance to beg for more, he's sliding them in with so much ease, burying them in knuckle deep. with the amount of teasing he's done before, you're soaked. loud, squelching noises every time he pulls his fingers out and fucks them back into you – but he'd only do that for a little bit, opting out a steady pace to slow the second he feels you about to orgasm, and from then on he just keeps teasing and edging you. kaeya's fingers are so long and so pretty, you can't help but stare at them every time he pushes them back into you. they come out wet, glistening with your slick, and he always knows how to curl them in you just right. the perfect curl, fingertips brushing against your sweet spot with such ease, making you arch your back and grip the edge of his desk so tight that your knuckles turn white. stops fingering you when you say you're close (again– probably like the 4th time now :( he's so mean!!!!!) when will he let you cum? when your face is streaming with tears tbh. kaeya's a meanie :(

ZHONGLI

he's slow and steady. takes his time because he's scared to hurt you. zhongli's so big and sooo strong you know? he doesn't want to harm you in any way – loves bringing you as much pleasure as he possibly can. similar to kaeya, zhongli would have you spread out for him but on the bed. he spends the next couple of minutes just groping and feeling your body all the way from your tits to your thighs, kissing your skin and leaving faint marks behind. he gently places his fingers on your bottom lip, a silent way to get you to open up and then slides his slim fingers in. zhongli makes sure you've gotten them wet enough to his liking, which usually means you've made a mess. there's spit everywhere. he lets his wet fingertips trail down your body, brushing against your clit ever so gently. he'd be the king of rubbing your clit in little circles while his fingers press against spots you didn't know existed deep inside you. only when you buck your hips into his hand and take ahold of his wrist, begging for more, will he finally finger you properly. so slow and steady, can't figure out if he wants to look at how your pussy takes in his fingers or look at your face because you're so pretty to him :( spits on your cunt tbh, makes you even wetter before he starts pumping his fingers in and out carefully, slowly. if you want him to faster, you'll have to beg or grab his wrist and make him go faster. he praises you so much though! he's so sweet :( keeps calling you his pretty play thing (i am passing away!)

XIAO

he's so gentle and timid :( even though he's been alive for so many years, he's never really gotten along with humans until you, meaning he doesn't have much experience at all. you'll have to guide him, and he'd be the best boy :( xiao listens to every thing you say to be honest. he's so obedient. "'s this okay? ca–can i take this off...?" and points to your panties. waits for a verbal response before he pulls them down your legs and tosses them aside. he's so in awe at your exposed centre, gulps deeply as a blush creeps upon on his cheeks. "can you... help... me out, please?" he'd ask shyly. lets you touch yourself first, so he can see what he needs to do and how he should do it. wants to hear you whimper and whine because of his touches. please praise him! he'd get so happy! he's so shy, touches your cunt very gently and softly because he's so inexperienced. xiao would let his fingers dip into your hole so slowly, a little gasp escaping him at how wet and warm you were. "'s good.. keep goin' xiao..." his brain is going into overdrive the second your hand comes down to help guide him. he lets you take control, lets you push his fingers back into you and when he gets the confidence he pulls your hand away. xiao can't stop staring at your face as you let out sounds of pleasure as slick sounds echo through the room, he can't stop staring at how pretty you look, especially when you start rubbing your clit and whimpering out his name, he could die happy. takes so much care and time with how he fingers you, slow and steady, pushes them in so deep every time that it's got you shaking by the time you orgasm.

CHILDE

he likes it fast. childe wants to feel the way your slick gets everywhere. he wants it to coat your thighs, his hand, drip down to your ass. to put it simply, he likes it messy. and he would achieve just that. he has you sitting with your back against his chest, legs hooked into yours so you can't squirm too much. at first, he'd be slow. he's got a weak spot for hearing your whimpers as his big hands tease your nipples. tugs and pulls at them sooo hard, they're red and sore by the time he stops tbh :( "poor baby, so needy, aren't you? bet your cunt is nice and wet for me. should i check, hmm?" it's rhetorical, he knows all he'll get is a whimper, so he just lets his fingers pull aside your panties and drags a digit through the wetness. he would hold your chin and makes you look at him dead in the eye while he puts the wet finger in his mouth and moans at the taste. slurps and sucks at his own finger to tease you and then spits in into your mouth because he's a freak. childe isn't really going to take it slow (unless it's a special occasion), he really, really likes it when you're messy. he's gonna finger fuck you so fast, it's got you seeing stars, the grip you'd have on his wrist would be so tight, but he's a bit of a whore for pain, it'd just make him finger you harder ;-; somehow curls his fingers just right every time too, you're so overstimulated, a circle of cream gathered around his knuckles from but would he stop? nope. he wants to make you squirt, and he would given how fast he's fingering you. keeps rubbing your clit and lets you writhe in his lap as you squirt over and over, gives your clit some gentle slaps too just to hear you cry out :)

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi! First off I want to say how incredible ur Peaky imagines are, I love them! I’m new to your blog but it’s sooo good! And could I possibly request a Finn Shelby x reader imagine where the reader works for the blinders and one day comes into work with a hickey or two on her neck and everyone (accept Finn of course😂) is very confused as to who gave it to her. When they figure out it’s Finn they’re all really confused as to how they didn’t suspect anything was going on between them, and maybe John or Arthur are like “no way did our Finn do that” or “I thought Finn was still a virgin” and just like making them blush and stuff. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand. Just take your time and take care of urself! Keep up the incredible work❤️

This was such a sweet request and message! Welcome to the blog! I'm so happy you are enjoying my stuff!

Thank you for being so patient!!!! I know this is a Finn x reader but a lot of it is from Tommy's POV, hope that's okay.

Warnings: None but they originally think she has been sexually assaulted so they approach it in a heavy way. Sorta angsty. Light and fluffy ending plus some head canons! Lots of dad Tommy vibes because I can't help myself.

Thomas didn’t have the time to notice everything. There were complex layers to how the business ran and keeping the darker layers off of everyone else around him took more hours than the sun provided. Things that were not life or death often had to be placed on the back burner regardless of the personal consequences. 

Walking in the door to his office he said good morning to the girls in the office as he always did. Lizzy gave a curt nod, and his receptionist prattled on about any notable news. Then as every morning she told him a horrible joke, big eyes watching for a reaction, and as always he nodded and moved into his office. Everything felt ordinary as he moved into his office. Tommy made a mental note to buy her a nicer scarf, the one wrapped around her neck was oddly familiar and horrible.. 

Sitting down in his chair he wished that there was a cure for the tiredness seeping into his bones. 

As always, he heard John before he saw him. Sounded like he was giving the girl a hard time, something that was out of character for him. He didn't like the way his anger flared, and how his hands fisted at the volume of John’s voice. He heard Lizzy snap at him and things quieted down.

 The family had sort of half adopted the girl,  something that amazed him. All he heard about was how awful he was, how cursed the family is, why would they drag someone as sweet and gentle as her into a mess like this. He just didn't understand. 

She was a nice girl, and under other circumstances she would have been an addition to a family anyone would be immensely proud of, unfortunately he was unable to see her as anything more than another person to worry about. She seemed to have different feelings towards him, something he assumed had to do with an absent father. The more he pushed her away the more jokes, silly notes, and cups of tea. So he just remained neutral, more for her safety than for anything else. 

“Tommy!” John swung the door open and shut it rather loudly before walking through the dark office. 

“John?” He answered lamely, he didn't have time for this. 

“It’s one of those Changretta boys. M’sure of it. Hear them talking at the bar ‘bout her and Lizzy.” 

“What exactly is the problem eh?” He looked at John with his eyebrows raised. Men talk all the time, and often too loud for their own good. If it was deserving, John's reaction made him feel like it was, it could be handled easily enough with a beating. 

“The marks on her bloody neck! Looks like she fought off a fucking ocopus. Fuck sakes Tommy wake up and look around every now and again, it wont kill ya.” John took a deep breath. Tommy thought back to the horrible scarf. She was a part of the outer-inner circle of the family. Under his care, willing or not, people woulndt be laying their hands on her like that. 

“Alright, calm down. Lot’s on me mind right now.” He ran his hands through his hair at the thought of going in there to ask her about it. That was a fathers job, and despite the way she looked up at him,  he was most certainly not her father. He picked up the phone. 

“Who are you calling? Call Moss and have them arrested!”  Tommy fought the urge to laugh. He was going to call in an order for the whole changretta family to be arrested, it would give him the rare flicter of amusement. But that’s not how you play the long game and win these types of situations. Not to mention he doubted she would want to be swarmed by police for the rest of the day. 

Tommy stood up and moved to look through the glass on either side of his door. Whatever John had said to her made her look physically deflated, and he didn't miss the way her hand shook as she wrote. Fuck. 

The line connected. 

“Pol, can you come down to the office?” He hoped this was going to be easy. But nothing between them was ever easy. 

“What do you need now?” She said absently. 

“Y/n has been assaulted by a fucking changretta!” John called into the voice box. 

“WHAT THE FUCKING - ” She started shouting, his head started pound. He realized that taking the girl aside and talking to her himself was the best way forward. 

“Look I’m just going to ask her myself to be sure but if she’s not right can I’ll send her to yours” He hung the phone up desperately wanting this whole thing to end. 

“Go and find Arthur. I’ll talk to her about what happened.” John nodded and strode out of the room. 

Tommy called her into the office and he watched her move into the room slowly. Normally she walked with an assertiveness that he found amusing, now she walked like she was unsure if the floor would swallow her whole. He motioned for her to take a seat and she gave him a little nod. The whole time she carefully avoided making eye contact. 

She’d been shot once, shot many others, thrown men twice her size out of the office. She was young, but fierce, and to see her sit down looking defeated and nervous made his stomach twist. 

“Not sure what John said to you, but I apologize for his behavior.” He said calmly. She gave him another little nod, eyes transfixed with the pattern on the carpet. He didn't know how to get the rest of the words out of his mouth. How do you ask about something like that, she seemed completely fine before John got there.

“You don't have to tell me about what you do in your private life. But - erm” Suddenly the room was too hot, and his throat was slightly tight. “Your neck, did uh, that was something you wanted to happen?” This was ridiculous. 

“Yes, got a bit carried away” She said softly. 

“So the changretta family eh?”

“What about them?” Her eyebrows knitted together and she finally looked up at him. Seeing her eyes round with fear and confusion made him wish that she hadn't. She knew what families and gangs to avoid, Tommy knew by the way she looked at him that it wasn’t anyone she shouldn't have been messing around with. 

“They didn't give you a hard time?” 

“No” She shook her head, understanding the previous question. 

“So you weren't assaulted, and no rival gangs are bothering you?” 

“No” She looked at him and he believed her. But it was obvious there was still something weighing heavily on her. 

“And you would come to me if they were, right?” It was a simple enough question, but her eyes started to get watery and she took in a jagged breath. 

______

Finn knew something was wrong when John and Arthur piled into the Garrison. They had that look on their faces, someone was going to die, and with the way they were walking over to him ment he was going to have to help. He fucking hated being apart of their team, they always got stuck with the wost stuff. 

Arthur leaned down landing his heavy hand on his shoulder. Finn hated the way his mustache tickled his cheek. 

“Y/N’s been messed around by a Changretta. Were on the move” Finn’s stomach dropped. He’d had to kill people, seen things he really wished he hadn't, but nothing compared to the fear he felt in that moment. 

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” He boomed. Arthur cuffed the back of his head painfully, but he didnt care what Tommy wanted, she was hurting and it was his job to protect her. He needed to get to her now. 

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“That means a lot to me.” She whispered. 

“Something is eatin’ at you, so just tell me. I’ll help.” Was it a boyfriend? Something was wrong and he hated how much he wanted to make it right. 

“I - well I went on a date and then a few more dates, but I don't really know what the rules are - I love my job - love all of you - and I feel like I could get in trouble but i’m not sure - but asking means I could lose everything. And I wanted to be sure about the relationship before I did anything” She was almost hyperventilating. 

“Just breathe, I won’t fire you over a relationship, unless it was with a rival family.” 

“No, God, I wouldn't do something like that” Again he could tell she was telling the truth, but who else would be making her feel this guilty? “ I went out with your brother” Her face scrunched up like the words cut her to say them. 

Tommy’s head was spinning at a rate uncharted, rage found its way back to the pit of his stomach. Fucking Arthur. He was sweet to her brought coffee and treats every now and again but not more than the rest of the family did. His hands started to shake. She was much, much, much too young, and undeserving of the demons that plagued him. 

“See it’s bad isn't it, but I love him and I didn’t know how to tell any of you. God, you're mad at me!” 

“I’m not mad at you! I’m -” Be began when Polly blew the door open with Esme on her heels, but his temper had risen to a breaking point. 

“OUT!” He shouted pointing at them without taking his eyes off of her. To his surprise they backed out of the room and shut the door. She was crying properly now and Tommy got on his knees in front of her. 

“Look at me” he said calmly. She reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I’m sorry.” 

“Enough of that.” He squeezed her hand. “Arthur is a tricky man to be around, he should know better than to be putting his hands -” The door flew open again and he was about ready to pull his gun out when he saw it was Finn. His face was red and it looked like he’d ran here. Before he could tell the boy off  - his hands were on her.

“Where are you hurt?! What happened?!” His hands ran over her, and his face was set in a way that Tommy had never seen before. Finally everything clicked into place. 

The horrible familiar scarf was his mothers scarf. Finn was pulling her against his chest, crushing the poor girl in his arms.

She was going steady with Finn. 

He actually laughed. Thank fucking christ. 

 “Why are you laughin? Nothing funny bout this?!” Finn roared which only made him want to laugh harder. 

“It’s fine.” He finally said “Everything is fucking fine.” He looked down at her red face and she smiled at him. 

He left the room to give them some space. Shutting the door he looked around at the family, John and Arthur running into the room. 

“It’s just Finn. She’s going out with Finn.” 

“Finn?!” John said incredulously. “Marked up her neck like that?” 

“Can’t be our Finn, he’s barely tying his shoes.” Arthur said laughing. 

“That explains why he pissed himself in the pub” The boys started to crack jokes and Polly moved close to his side. 

“So nothing’s wrong, she's fine?” Polly said, looking at him sharply. “She’s fine. I made sure that everything is right” Tommy answered with a nod. Polly let out a breath and he hated himself for worrying her. She looked so frail when she was worried like that. 

“How did he score her in the first place? We sure he’s not black mailing her into it?” Isaha was there, joining in on it now. Tommy looked into his office and saw Finn kneeling in front of her as she caught him up on everything that happened. 

He was intent, eyes fixed on her like she was the sun.

“Let’s take this to the pub eh?” Tommy announced trying to give them some space. There would be plenty of time to embarrass him later. 

____ 

Later at the pub, Finn stormed in, placing a firm blow on the side of John's face. Tommy and Arthur stood up immediately. 

John only looked at him with wide eyes. Finn whispered something and John nodded pulling him into a firm hug. They were laughing so everyone else settled down. Y/n strode into the bar missing the incident completely, smiling brightly as Polly and Esme pulled her towards a booth to question her.

____

 Some head cannons

When he punched John he told him not to speak to her like that ever again. Despite the fact that he’d helped kill people and do things for the family, that was the first time John saw him as a man. 

John apologized to her for losing his temper, said he was beside himself after hearing the Changretta’s talk shit the night before. 

Finn and her messing around and the next morning they notice that he marked up her neck. Both of them start to panic as she works a job where she is in the public eye. Plus she’s going to have to keep it away from Tommy. So Finn just rummages through his drawers that morning and finds the scarf he kept that was his mums. He doesn't want to give it to her because it’s the only thing he really has left that was his mums. But she’s freaking out so he gives it to her and feels happy to see her wear it. 

At some point Tommy just accepts his role in her life and takes on a more brotherly / father like role. He finds out more about her childhood from Finn after making a rude comment about how he’s ended up fathering her. Tommy feels horrible when he finds out that her dad died when she was small and her many step fathers were pretty horrible to her. He doesn't laugh at her jokes in the morning, but he brings her coffee & a muffin to make sure she eats breakfast and spends more time checking on her and giving her advice when she needs it. 

Lizzy watches all of this happen and feels happy that he finally stopped shutting her down and pushing her away. Both of them sort of work together to help her with -some kind of problems - then realize that they are kind of good at working together…..

When her and Finn get married Tommy just assumes that he’s going to walk her down the aisle. She didn't know how to ask him so she doesn't and plans on walking down herself. But when she gets there he’s waiting for her and they have to pause the wedding because she starts crying super hard.

[babyjakes]

steve & bucky's girl | tummy training. [blurb.]

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summary | steve and bucky resort to more degrading means when your diaper training is still going poorly.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | ohboy lol, filth. absolutely grotesque tbh. ddlg (paci, abdl), noncon!!, overstim, multiple forced orgasms, medfet (restraints, gloves), spreading??? to see better? four hands are better than two ;-), watersports (!!!!!!! if you don’t like it- don’t read it!!)(holding, forced wetting), big humiliation vibes, soft mocking and degradation, a lot of praise, implied that the toothbrush makes an appearance soon after :^)))

requested by anon | eun! i’ve been holding onto this request for this series for so long, could we get some water sports with the daddies? maybe she’s still been struggling with using her diaper so they strap her down, make her cum a few times, make her drink a bunch of water and juice then she’s getting so big and full and swollen so they gently work her to one more 😭😭assuring her they’ll get her all cleaned up after of course

an | hi friend omg thankyou so so much for giving me the opportunity to write a *proper* watersports piece for this series lol- i feel like for daddy has to help you i didn’t even register it was watersports but :^) here we are being a little more loud and proud about it!! this entire concept is just so humiliating in all the best ways possible- oops i wrote pissable at first :^))) anyway- hope you enjoy!!

“Come on, little girl. It isn’t good to hold it in like this, you’re gonna make yourself sick,” Bucky croons from his seat at your side, gently bringing his gloved flesh hand up to rub carefully over your lower belly.

Writhing weakly against the heavy restraints keeping you in place, you whine desperately through your pacifier, earning a soothing hush from the blonde between your legs as he lowers his eyes to meet your swollen tummy. “Shhh, pretty girl. C'mon, you know there’s no use fighting it. We’re not letting you out until you make a nice big mess for us…”

“And then we’ll have to clean you up,” Buck adds with a loving smile as his eyes fall over the pile of empty water bottles and juice boxes scattered along the floor. Needless to say, you’ve been refusing your diapers again. This time around, the men seem determined on breaking you down slowly, waiting until it’s your own body that ultimately betrays you and forces you to give in.

Bringing a large gloved hand up between the widespread stirrups, Steve rubs carefully against the crinkly plastic padding of the brand-new diaper they’ve placed you in, his brow raising in faux surprise when you jolt at even the slightest bit of stimulation. “Oh, looks like someone’s still quite sensitive.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Bucky chuckles softly as he rubs over your distended belly menacingly, “how many times did your daddies make you cum, princess?”

“Too many to count, that’s for sure,” Steve smiles back at his partner as his eyes drift to your face, expression softening at the tears trailing down your cheeks. “I think she’s getting close, Buck. Look at her trying to keep still, she can barely handle your hand on her tummy. Why don’t we try giving her a little more pressure?” he suggests.

Nodding, the dark-haired man begins working at you a little more firmly, earning quiet cries of discomfort as you struggle to keep from bursting at the seams. “And let’s see how we’re doing under here,” Steve breathes as he untapes your diaper on each side, letting the front fall forward to reveal your worn-out, battered cunt, still leaking from the supersoldiers’ earlier efforts. “Oh my,” Steve hums in a concerned tone, bringing a single rubber-tipped finger up to run through your dripping folds. “That looks awfully sensitive, sweetheart. Keep workin’ her tummy, Buck. Right there where you’re pressing, she won’t be able to hold it for long.”

With the man at your side increasing the pressure more and more down directly against your aching tummy, your bladder so full you feel you could explode at any moment, the blonde between your legs collects your wetness with his thumb, gently bringing it up to begin rolling over your swollen bundle of nerves. The overwhelming sensation causes you to spurt out a few droplets of a leak, earning soft coos and praises from the men as they know you’re losing control. “There, just like that,” Steve soothes with a tender smile, working in slow, careful circles over the overstimulated knot of flesh.

“C'mon, little one. You know Daddy will make you if you don’t do it yourself,” Bucky reminds you as he continues to press down, a threat lingering in his words that brings another round of tears to your eyes.

Nodding in agreement at his friend’s statement, Steve suggests, “If you can’t do it by yourself, little girl, then Daddy’ll just have to make you cum again. Know you can’t hold all that fluid in if he does that, can you?”

Squeezing your eyes shut momentarily in humiliation, you try your best to find something, anything else to focus on, but the feeling of Steve’s thumb increasing in speed over your throbbing clit overpowers anything you try to grasp onto- eyes shooting open in horror, you sob loudly into your pacifier as Bucky applies full weight to your tummy, a mangled cry escaping your lips as you’re finally forced over the edge- and you overflow.

“Gooood,” Steve croons as your dam breaks, grabbing the front of the diaper just in time to fold it back over your heat and his other hand as hot fluid gushing fast between your legs, every inch of your body contracting in sinful bliss. “Good, that’s a good girl. Just let go, sweetheart. Let go for Daddy, there- just like that.”

“Poor little thing, couldn’t hold it,” Bucky hums as he continues to apply pressure until your tummy’s completely deflated, watching as you struggle to float back down from your unwanted high. Cheeks burning in shame, tears pooling in your eyes, you keep your gaze locked on a point in the distance as Steve slides the used diaper out from under you, grabbing the box of baby wipes from his side instrument table before carefully starting to clean up your mess.

“Hmm,” the man murmurs as he runs the cold cloth over your tender flesh, causing you to jolt at the horrible sensation. “I think we might need a full clean-up down here. Buck, can you grab the brush for me?”

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can I get some more octavinelle with pregnant!mc? how they would react around mc and when the baby is born if they would cry or anything

in case I'm violating any rules or the requests are closed feel free to delete this! I'm just a big jade simp and I love my octatrio a lot too!

Requests are currently closed.... but.... I'm a sucker for domestic stuff and an Octavinelle stan, so I'm gonna do this anyways asddf

This will be the one exception [note post writing everything: YEAH this will definitely be the ONLY exception.... this is looooong]

Tried to keep everything as gender neutral as possible: when referring to pregnant partner and the babies alike

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🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 💜

When you're pregnant

Proud papa!! Azul definitely cried from happiness when news of your pregnancy reached him

Was also a nervous wreck, however. He's very insecure about his abilities to be a good father and role model his children would like to follow and look up to

You know him, he's studious and booksmart. Ashengrotto will take to reading many parenting books and blogs entries to prepare himself for the arrival of his baby

Definitely had you both enroll in classes in a local hospital so you know how to act and what to expect when time for labor arrives

Health and being healthy is important to him. For you he will put up with eating all sort of balanced meals, regardless of how much he dislikes them (so you're not alone while keeping up a diet)

Always accompanies you to your gynecology appointments. Cried every time your baby's heartbeat was heard through the echo/ultrasound machine

We know how he is, grown up Azul probably has a business of his own and it takes a good amount of his time to attend. Still, he will take time to call you through the day to make sure you're fine

Probably had either of the twins look after you in days he really couldn't take time off his job. Jade being the more helpful one with chores and emotional rants (you've both probably sniffled at natural documentaries), while Floyd is perfect for food prep and hysterical laughs over fail videos

Every night, before going to bed, he spends time talking to your baby bump, places some kisses on it too

He goes sooooo soft in those moments before sleep takes you away, his love lulls you to refreshing rest

Always makes sure to give you a kiss and a rub goodbye to your bump when heading off to work

Really enjoys watching you cook. the pregnancy glow looks beautiful on you when doing mundane tasks, he thinks

Maternity pictures? He's a little reluctant, but if you really want to... *end up carrying a small copy of his favorite pic in his wallet* *sends a copy of the whole pack to his mother and grandma* *frames his favorite and puts it on his office*

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

SCREEEAAAAMS!!!!

But after a nice yell of surprise, fear and nerves, he's ready to go and put your plan of action learned in those classes ready!

He's collected for the most part, but every time you scream from the contractions, he screams too because "he can feel it"... but it's really just his nerves getting out of hand

However, once you get to the hospital, this man will burst in and yell loud and clear "SOMEONE HELP ME, MY SPOUSE IS IN LABOR!!!" because the ride was so stressful he can't hold it together anymore

Be it through natural labor or C-section, Azul will want to hold your hand and be there for you through it all.... He might get light headed at times, but again, he'll push through anything to make sure you and the baby are fine

If he somehow manages to translate his grip strength to his human form now that he's older, he will be squeezing your hand just as hard as you're squeezing

Is a mess of tears once your child's first cry echoes through the room. It feels so relieving and miraculous.... You're now parents to your first little baby!!

Can't help to smile so tenderly at his chubby little angel. Runs a finger delicately against their cheek and sheds more tears at how warm and soft and alive they are

"My precious little pearl... What a blessing you are, little one, already making us so joyous. Welcome"

Azul holds his child so gently. If you had a glow while pregnant, Azul has a glow as a new father. You swear you can see a golden halo around him whenever he's pampering and carrying your child

Reads them a bedtime story every day. They may not understand him, but Azul wants to acquaint them to his voice quickly

Since he has paperwork to do at home, there have been times the octomer left you to sleep while he attended the baby's necessities. It relaxes him, and the rocking to get them back to sleep refreshes him. How can one not be powered up after seeing a plump little munchkin sound asleep with a smile on their face?

This private moments with the baby get him emotional, has probably cried during all of them. He just feels blessed with a mountain of happiness when he sees his baby sleep so comfortably, knowing they're surrounded by love and care.

Is curious to see if his baby will manifest a merfolk form later in life, or manifest any sort of magical powers.

BONUS: It was during a family vacation to the beach during their 2nd year in primary school where your child manifested their mer-form. They were ecstatic!!

🐬 Jade Leech 💜

When you're pregnant

His expression was as collected as always, but his heart jumped into outer space when he got the news of your pregnancy. Held you close and kissed you with so much passion and love, you saw a new Jade that day.

He thinks you don't notice, but the loving gaze he shoots your way when doing the most random things around the house is so soft, your heart stops every time (think of his lab coat groovy, that smile)

Like Azul, he's very keen on keeping you healthy. Along with a proper diet, he makes sure you take your daily supplements

But he turns a blind eye when you wish to indulge a liiiittle too much on that snack you adore

With his big appetite, it doesn't come as a surprise that he willingly subjects himself to your strange cravings

Jade is another one that accompanies you to each and every doctor's appointment. Is well read of what to expect in every month mark, so he asks the most questions to clear up any doubts you may have.

His eyes filled with tears when hearing your baby's heartbeat for the first time. Held your hand tightly and kiss your forehead so many times while you were in the ultrasound room

While he's patient, sometimes your mood swings also get him in a sour mood. Thankfully, he has a way to destress with his job and terrariums. It's not long into the day when he calls to apologize for any dumb things he said, and to make sure you're doing fine

Floyd sometimes tags along to your home. It's always 50/50 on what it'll be: nice funny harmony, or utter disastrous chaos that leaves you sobbing in your husband's arms.

Perhaps the one thing Jade dislikes of your pregnancy is ho hard it is for you to find a position to sleep in because your constant tossing and turning interrupts his sleep every time

Jade speaks to your bump in whispers. Likes to lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby. He tells stories of his childhood, tells the little one how much they're loved, and sometimes indulges in singing

He also likes to play classical music for your bun

The one thing he adores? Feeling your baby kick, it always lights up his face with a bright pointy smile

If you want maternity photos, Jade is quick to convince! He acts like it embarrasses him, but he does secretly want some nice pictures to commemorate this period in your lives (plus, Mama Leech wants some to display in her home!)

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

His mind is running a mile a minute. Excuse him is he calls you "hospital" instead of your name, everything's flashing before his eyes quicker than he can register.

Would crash the car into the entrance from how fast everything's happening, but he doesn't. He does carry you to the front desk and hurriedly pants "Spouse, baby, NOW! HELP!!"

For x or y reason, Jade ends up waiting to hear the news of you and the baby. He's not in the room with you. The whole time he's left alone, he's bouncing his feet and pacing back and forth. In a short moment of clarity, he dials up Azul and notifies him of the situation, asking the octomer to pass the information to his twin and parents.

With how long births are, it shouldn't be surprising to see Mama and Papa Leech, Floyd and Azul arrive at the hospital. However, with how worried and stressed he is right now, it does catch Jade by surprise.

This moment of uncertainty, of not being by your side, is the one time where the eel lets his emotions and thoughts go unfiltered.... which may provoke his twin a little. But it's exactly these small quarrels that snap sense into him and remind him that he should focus his attention on doctors and nurses for any possible news about you. They also help refresh and keep him awake

His mother and Azul are the most helpful, calming him down and quelling his anxieties about your and the baby's safety

The moment he sees the familiar face of one of the doctors that entered the same room as you, he's up and speedwalking to them.

As soon as the merman gets permission to see you, he's already making his way to you

Finally, he can rest and let it all out. There's visible tears flowing out his eyes and sobs coming out of him while he holds your little bundle of joy. Not even a thousand kisses are enough to show his gratitude to all that you've done for him

He was already in love with your baby the moment he laid eyes on them, but once their tiny hand wrapped around his finger.... HE WAS DONE FOR, THIS BABY WOULD BE SPOILED BY PAPA FOR ALL ETERNITY. In fact, it was this moment the one that made him ugly cry

His instincts got the best of him. Jade literally snapped around to bite his father and Floyd when they got a too close to the sleeping baby. By a miracle he allowed his mother coddle them for a split second. Can you blame the poor man? He's sleep deprived and stressed, cut him some slack

Once he got some rest, Jade was embarrassed by his words and actions, but oh well... The past is in the past

He adores spending time with your baby. Every time he's in charge of bathing them, he does the cutest babytalk. He lives to see them giggle and relax in the water

Feeding time is also one of his favorites, and you also enjoy it too. Jade is just wonderful when taking care of the baby, your heart swells and a smile reaches your lips (partly because he turns so silly to make the little one eat)

He is helpful when attending the child at night, but whenever he had a stressful day at work he pleads you to go and calm them down

Talking about stressful days, feel free to send him some selfies and pictures of your baby through the day. They surely will cheer him up a little while he works.

When your child starts attempting to talk, Jade will go along with it. He nods and answers attentively to anything your baby says

BONUS: At around 5 years of age, your kid turned into their merfolk form in the middle of bath time. They cried from panic while Jade had a proud smile on his face

🦈 Floyd Leech 💜

When you're pregnant

He takes a minute to process the news. Frankly, he's nervous about this big leap, but he's sure he wants to have kids with you. His excitement may be subdued at first, but you will see him throw more smiles and tender gazes your way within the following weeks

If you notice him spacing out during the first weeks, urge him to speak out. It will take many tries to get him to open up, but one night he goes to spoon you, hand carefully caressing your tummy. "I'm unsure... isn't this... too fast?"

Understand that his doubts are more about feeling unprepared (specifically him, he has no clue how to even begin preparing), not about not wanting to have kids. "Accidents happen, Floyd, we can't control every variable in our lives. We have one another, I'm certain that together we can do this."

"Plus, we can always consult your parents." Cue a groan from him, but soon after there was a smile

Slow but steady, Leech begins researching and reading up about parenting and pregnancy. Lemme tell ya, he's not looking forward to the mood swings. Sure enough, when they arrive, he handles them very poorly. At the end of every day, however, he hugs you close while in bed and asks for forgiveness through kisses to your back

He sometimes gets bored by all the technical talk your gynecologist speaks, but follows their orders to a T. They're the professional, he barely knows the surface of what your body's going through.

After being told that was the baby's heartbeat, Floyd's wide mismatched eyes remained glued to the monitor showing the silhouette of his little bun. Chills coursed through him and his eyes watered, heart leaping with joy.... It felt so strange, but he didn't wish this magical emotion to stop

He probably buys you one of those pill organizers with pretty colors so you know and he knows if you've taken your supplements

Whenever he has a very shitty day at work, being greeted by you waddling up to him due to your feet hurting from carrying the baby once he arrives home is the best. It makes him chuckle, but he soon drops down to place a kiss to your tummy to dispel any irritation you may feel his way after his small laugh

About work... Azul kinda lets him do as he pleases, he's aware there's no changing his decision. If he wants to skip half the shift to keep an eye on you, he allows it. But Floyd must heed important calls whenever he's summoned urgently.

Will ask to bath together. Intimate, soothing, and relaxing. Bathing with you while hugging you from behind to feel the bump reassures him you're both doing a good job so far, that there's nothing to fear

It's mainly in the few seconds before bedtime that he drops onto your lap to chat with the little one. Likes to hum melodies to the bump

He has a little game where he'll poke at your belly and wait to see if the baby kicks the spot he prodded

Sometimes, Azul pops up for a visit. Very calming to have the grey haired to talk to about emotional messes. Jade sometimes calls to make sure you're both fine and have everything you need. If he visits, they're short and to the point.

Maternity photoshoot?? Nah, he'll pass.... but if you are stubborn and very insistent, he relents. You better not send them to his parents behind his back (but you totally do, of course).

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

You want chaos? Because you definitely got chaos! Don't get me wrong, Floyd is actually doing a tremendously amazing job carrying your bag and yourself to the car. He's actually driving superb while reminding you to take repeat the breathing exercises you were taught. It's just...... the other people's slow pace and stupidity the ones making him yell profanities

Absolutely throws his signature crazed look at the first nurse he finds when asking, no, demanding help

That crazed look was reason enough to keep him out of the room you'd be in, his consequent aggressiveness after given the news is an even grater reason. If you can muster it, tell him you will be okay and to trust the doctors.

Sits on the closest waiting space to your room. Probably goes up to a bending machine and punches it a couple times to release some of the tension (he got a free snack, too)

Now it's when the nervousness settles in. He's so afraid at having you and his child away from him, he's worried about everything. May shed a couple tears of frustration, fear, and stress. His instincts tell him to protect you even if he knows there's nothing to protect you from, you're in a hospital for goodness sake!

That's when he calls Jade for comfort, and soon after dials his mother. It's her voice the one that helps him break through the confusing fog in his mind to go back and sit as close to your room as he can

Probably ends up stress eating everything in that vending machine he punched as he waits for any news about you and the baby He's munching on the last bit of a candy bar when a new one crosses his field of vision. It's Jade, with a bag full of treats, and some much needed water. Azul's beside his twin

It feels strange, but Floyd feels very vulnerable and needs the familiarity both of them bring. He lets his head fall on Jade's shoulder, which the twin takes as cue to hug him by placing an arm around his shoulders. Azul kneels in front of him and asks "How are you feeling, Floyd?"

"Scared.... and alert. Like I need to protect them, but... I know they're safe." He probably ends up crying a little more right then. After being calmed down by Azul, he probably sleeps for 10 minutes

Wakes up to find his mother replacing Jade by his side, and his dad is also with them now. Definitely feels much better after some shut eye and after seeing he's now surrounded by familiar faces

When he hears his name be called out by the doctor, he's immediately shooting up and throwing questions at the doc. Thankfully, the professional firmly states everything went swimmingly and he can now see you.

Will you look at that? TWO little babies are waiting to meet him!

You're holding one, and the second cutie is placed in his arms and.... There come the waterworks again It was such a natural reaction, he had no time to try and suppress it. Not like he would've wanted to, but the way you "aww"ed at him made him feel a little embarrassed

The twin in his arms reached out and tugged his black strip of hair after it tickled their face, Floyd couldn't help giggle

He can't lie, his arms were shaking the whole time he held the little one. He was scared of hurting them...or dropping them

He wonders how everyone missed the elusive second baby, but he's so happy!! He has two cute kids!! Oh, you're such a wonderful and strong parent! You carried their weight combined and powered through the pregnancy just like that!

He really wants to climb into your bed and hold you so close, but he knows you need rest. Settles for peppered kisses all over your face while uttering "I love you, thank you" in between

While his instincts do tell him to chase away the "dangerous" males away from his newborn kids, Floyd does let his father get close and look at the babies along with his mom. Jade and Azul are a different story, however, he growled at them.

Like Jade, Floyd loves spending time with his twins! His top fav is bathing the twins because he's always eager to see if they will turn into merfolk (spoilers: they do!! And quite early! A few months after their 1st birthday!)

Another thing he loves doing is laying a blanket on the floor and watching his cuties play with their toys and giggle at each other

He tried their baby food once and decided to make homemade baby food from then on. He says he wants his little ones to taste only good things since those prepackaged stuff taste terrible. Just keep an eye on his spice use.

Night necessities are your task though, he does not take kindly to being interrupted in his sleep

He likes reenacting baby photos of him and Jade with his babies

Once his kids get the hang of their mer-form, most of your vacations will be under the sea~

[spikesbimbo]

Mood Swings

Summary: Daddy’s little girl always gets what she wants < 3

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Tags: babymaking ; ) neglected reader, daddy kink, size kink, hurt/ comfort

wc: 2.3k 

 a/n: this was very self indulgent, just like all my other works

this is a reupload from my old blog jaded--enigma

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Closing the door behind you, feet dragging against the floor as you came home from a bad day at work, eyes glossy and red. Immediately going to your finance’s office, wanting him to coddle you and tell you everything would be alright, as he was great at. One of the reasons you admired him so much, being his biggest fan.

Opening the door to see him writing something on his papers, his blazer on the floor, only wearing his white button-down shirt fitting him perfectly. 

His arms barely fit the tight material as your eyes scrolled down to his glasses sitting on the table next to his hands, so pretty and big, instantly getting you worked up, even though that was the reason you came here. Wanting your daddy to make it all better.

Walking up to him making your way in his lap, sittin pretty. Mumbling out a “ken”, resting your head on his shoulder while gently kissing his neck. 

“Not now baby.” he said, gently moving his head away from yours before you could even wrap your arms around him, so why did that make you fall apart? Why were you so sensitive? Why were there tears forming in your eyes?

You gave him a fake soft smile pushing the tears back, saying “okay.” and hopped off of his lap, already missing his touch as you walked out of the room, feet still dragging as you took one last peek at him before you shut the door and started walking towards your own room, knowing he would work till late night, as always.

He was obviously stressed so you understood that he wanted to be alone, but you felt so burdensome, annoyingly needy, as you finally made it to your room. Laying on the bed that you two slept on, hugging the fluffy sheets.

Trying to get your mind off of it, you changed into your baby blue silk nightgown, finding it in your closet full of clothes he bought you. So much that you started using the guest room for extra storage for your shoes.

It fell just over your knees, the straps dainty as a pin, flowing as you walked towards your bed again, dimming the lights on the way.

Dirty thoughts getting to you, remembering that you had to wash them two days ago from him making a mess out of you after coming home from work, taking it out on you. Now covering your face with your hands, pain spreading throughout your body as you tried to subdue it, telling yourself you could wait… but you couldn’t.

Your legs spread open, no panties or bra on, just the gown. Shoving your fingers into your cunt, so wet and needy, making a mess but getting yourself nowhere. Crying softly, the last thing you want to do is make your daddy mad at you.

Fat tears falling from just wanting an ounce of his attention, so needy, so embarrassed; embarrassed over the fact that you couldn't even touch your clit right without getting tired. 

Embarrassed that he could get you off better than yourself, the fact that you were never dry around him; the fact that he had you this spoiled to the point of him doing everything for you made your heart break and flutter at the same time.

He loves how appreciated you made him feel, making him feel like you couldn't do anything without him. He loves to take care of you because he doesn't want to see you let go of your youth, in a way living his life through you. Not wanting to rush to ‘grow up’ like he had to,  you made him feel like he was living his life with no regrets.

Your fingers were so small in comparison to his, thinking about how just one would fill you up, and him simply curling it inside you would make you cum, so responsive to his touch. Trying your best to feel the feel same as his. 

You raised your legs slightly in the air, trying to reach deeper like he did. It somewhat working as you were now letting out held back moans along with “daddy and ken” falling there too, or maybe it was from the lewdness of it all, your messy little pussy all wet thinking ‘bout daddy and his fat cock, if only he knew.

You were so lost in your own world you didn't even hear the door open. He was met with your sticky tears falling down your pretty face as you struggled trying to get yourself off. His composed nature leaving him freezing for once in his life.

You finally gave your self a break, sobbing louder as you couldn't even feel anything looking up to wipe your tears with both hands, finally getting them dry enough to see as turned your head, shaking in place seeing your future husband stand in the doorway.

“K-ken” you startledly whispered loud enough for him to hear while he was making his way to you, loosening his tie, his stoic face staying the same. He got on the bed, hovering over you, his tie and shirt lying somewhere on the floor as he inched closer to you, his nose almost touching yours.

“You know I love you right? He said, taking your left hand into his, grabbing the diamond ring on your finger, stroking it with his finger as it gleamed in the moonlight. You looking at his sliver one in return, too shy to face him after what just happened.

“y-yes” you wept locking eyes with him, your vision being blurry but still seeing his handsome face above you “I know it's my fault daddy. M-m’sorry” 

“Shh, baby it's never your fault. Daddys sorry, he didn't know how needy you were, cmere.” he cooed bringing you closer to him. “Tell me what's on your mind. What's wrong honey?” 

“Everything daddy… everything.” you complained, reaching to wipe your eyes again. He already knew what happened just from you saying that. And as usual the only reason his baby would cry was because of their job or a sad movie. 

‘How about you just be my cute little wife and carry my babies; that's the only thing you'll ever have to do again, okay?” he said already having it in the back of his head ever since he first fell for you. After months of you sneaking him extra bread in his bag when he left the store, always smiling at him with your whole heart; it being the first time he's ever blushed, he was whipped.

“Mkay.” you sniffled, not even bothering or caring to fix your face. He was so kind. The idea sounding great in your head. Never having to see your mean boss again, always getting on you for the simplest things, leaving to go cry in the break room.

“There's my good girl.” he praised, kissing you forehead, dragging up your nightgown over your head, finally being bare for him, as his eyes took in your body. Loving every curve you had, kissing his way down your neck after staring with your eyes. Your salty tears being whisked away from his affection that he gave you, that you loved.

His lips met your chest, wrapping them around your nipple as he cupped that breast. Squeezing it gently while moving his hand from your thigh, his ring leaving an imprint there while grabbing your other breast. Flicking it with his finger, loving to hear the little whimpers you let out, so precious. 

“Ken” 

“You’re so wet” he said, attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking on it while shoving his long fingers into you soaking little cunt, curling them just like how you were daydreaming about earlier.

“Daddy- please.” you whined bucking into his mouth already so needy, not needing any prep, just wanting to be stuffed full.

“Gimme...”, you said, trying to form a sentence while  his fingers were knuckle deep, hitting your g spot with ease.

“I got you my love” he said, already unbuckling his pants, taking a break from abusing your poor clit as you watched his cock pop out of his boxers. Mouth already watering thinking about taking it into your mouth, but pushing that to the side, knowing that he wouldn't say yes to that right now.

He hasn't seen a prettier sight in his life; your ankles by your ears, pussy begging for him to breed, his mind foggy as ever as you tell him to fuck a baby into you. Freezing at the words coming out of your sweet little mouth. But how could he tell his angel no?

“Open up for me sweetheart.” he muttered, imagining you so full and needy, not even being able to get up without him making him harder than ever. Sliding into you with no condom, as always, only on birth control. But the thought of it not doing its job got you even more hot and bothered, you head flooding with the thought of him fucking his cum back into you.

“Relax” he says, observing your face attentively.

“Youre so big daddy” you breathed out, eyes locking on his cock doing its best to fit in your little hole, even though you were drenched he still had to take it slow.

“it hurt?” 

“No. just fuck me, please. I'll be a good girl, daddy please.” you whined already working your way to make him bottom out.

He puts his lips on yours to distract you, shoving his length all the way in. Catching your moans in his mouth, groaning into yours. Your sweet scent getting his mind hazy as you rested on the mattress, your greedy little hands placing themselves on his back as you grabbed him closer.

He pushed himself balls deep in you, not taking long for you tell him to move whining out for your “daddy to fuck you”. His cock nudging your cervix, slowly easing back and forth to ease the pain you didn't even notice.

You feel so full while trembling in his hold. Feeling so good to finally have him inside you. Knowing that he was doing his best to not just fuck into you, wanting to make you feel good like you deserved.

He breaks the kiss and buries his face in the mattress beside your head, leaving kisses on your neck, as your ankles were now on his shoulders, hips spread wide rough for him to abuse. Your lips brush against his arm while he's connecting his hands with yours. Your rings clashing while you accept, pulling him closer like it's possible.

He's kissing underneath your ear now he starts to move his hips. Moaning at the feeling of his fat cock finally stretching you out. Pulling all the way out except the tip before slamming his hips back into yours, both of you moaning at the feeling.

He continues fucking you deep and fast, knowing thats how you liked it. His big frame towering  over yours, the comfy feeling of his weight on you, the heat radiating from his body making you feel like you were in heaven

“k-ken,” you mouthed not letting a word out but he read your pretty swollen lips. “you feel s-so good. d-ont pull out.”.

“When have i ever.” he stated, his voice unwavering as he brought his face to yours, seeing your eyes glossy and red, knowing you couldn't think straight right now. The only thing being on your mind was him. “You wanna be a mommy?”

“Y-yeah want your babies, want daddies babies, daddy please, please ple-” you whimpered out, clinging onto his shoulders admiring his body before you met his eyes. Overcome with the feelings you had inside you, wanting him to know as much as you. “Daddy -hahh i lov-e you.” 

“I know baby... i love you too” he returned, placing his lips on yours as he continued fucking into your sloppy little hole that he was the cause of.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them apart more, your hips giving away. Almost lifting you up, fucking into you deeper than before. Your screaming with no noise coming out except gasps because your daddy fucking you so good, making your head spin. And all you can think about is having his babies, wanting him to cum in you so much that it never comes out.

“More” you begged, wanting to feel his cum dripping out of you.

Your orgasm, collecting itself all this time, finally hits you like a shockwave. So unannounced that you completely let go and turn limp and he's still manhandling you, getting himself off.

You don't even feel him stop, just feeling his hot cum pouring inside you before you realize your not being thrusted into anymore. You cunt still clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s got as he tunes you over, not pulling out. You now resting on top of him, both of you breathing heavily as you cum for the nth time feeling it drip down your thighs and onto his balls.

“Are you okay my love?”

You cant even talk now, you voice long gone from crying earlier to him fucking you. You just snuggle into his side, wrapping your arms around his bicep as he strokes your forehead, kissing it before you grab his face.

“Kiss” you pouted using your remaining strength to point to your lips.

He lets out a laugh, leaning down to give you what you want, as always. Breaking the kiss when you let out a moan again; his cock was not hard anymore but still took up all the room in you, if you moved it would move it you. 

He repositions himself deep as he can inside without hurting you before noticing your swollen eyes starting to close. “Goodnight doll, love you.” he softly says kissing your forehead again

“Wait” You mummerd out, not opening your eyes but putting all your attention on him too. Wondering what you were gonna say as your soft sleepy smile appeared on your face. Cheeks all puffed out along with your lips. As you snuggled closer to his, mouth right up at his ear.

“G’night daddy, love you too”

[demonsandco]

I searched through your blog and I'm honestly so surprised you don't have more Simeon content. That being said, if you're still doing it, can I get the WHOLE smut alphabet for Simeon?

You’re right! It’s a shame cause he’s very much one of my favorites now that we get to see more of him in game! Normally I wouldn’t do the entire alphabet like this because it’s… a lot, but Simeon deserves it uwu. This is nearly 3000 words, which makes it my longest post yet by a long shot!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Simeon is such a sweetheart after sex. He’s not actually sleepy, but his limbs feel like jelly and he’s full of so many soft, loving emotions. All he wants to do is keep his partner close in his arms, slyly stealing kisses from their lips and whispering words of love in their ear. He’s not eager to get up or move at all, but he’s willing to have a bath or grab some water if they join him. Sex leaves him feeling rather emotional and vulnerable, and he really just wants to feel them near him and hear their voice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Simeon’s favorite part of his body is his hands. He wears gloves often to protect them, leaving his skin feeling so soft and smooth. He’s a very hands on type of person, and he’s quite skilled with them, too. One of his favorite things to do during sex is run his hands up and down his partner’s sides, feeling their warmth under his palms.

In turn, Simeon loves every part of their body. If he had to pick just one part, though, it would be their eyes. He’s a firm believer in the saying that “eyes are the windows to the soul” and he could lose himself in their gaze. He’s fond of maintaining eye contact, watching their expression shift as they get close and memorising the different shades and tones that make up their eye color.

(Cont under the cut)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Simeon cums so much, both in quantity and frequency, but he hates the messiness of it. It feels good in the moment, but it gets cold and sticky way too quickly for his liking. He really likes to see his partner covered in his cum, as though he marked them as his in a way only the two of them would know about, but he’s always quick to help clean them up before it gets uncomfortable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Simeon really doesn’t have anything that he would call a dirty secret. All the sexual experiences he’s had in the past have been quite tame and he’s very much not the type of person to feel ashamed about his past actions or keep them secret. He’s an open book when it comes to relationships and sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, angels are allowed to have sex. As long as it doesn’t impact their duties, angels can do whatever they want with their private lives, and Simeon very much took advantage of that. He’s had quite a few partners in the past, especially before the war took place. His original rank as a Seraph gave him a lot of popularity among other angels. His experiences have taught him a lot about how to make his partner feel good in many different ways, but he never really had the chance to figure out what he enjoys. There’s a huge opportunity for them to experiment with his body and to teach him more than just the basics.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Simeon is really open to experimenting and trying out new positions, so he doesn’t have just one favorite. However, the positions he enjoys most are ones where he can see his partner’s face, especially if the position lets him pull them against his chest when he feels the need for closeness. He’s open to just about any position, though, even if it seems rather absurd at first.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simeon isn’t goofy enough to ruin the moment, but his playful nature definitely shines through. If he’s in bed with someone, that means he feels close to them emotionally, too, so he feels comfortable enough to not stay serious all the time. Sometimes things go wrong in the moment or something silly gets said out loud on accident. He doesn’t see anything wrong with laughing it off or jokingly teasing each other. He’s good at telling when the mood allows for some laughs and when some composure is necessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Being an angel, Simeon’s body is almost entirely hairless. Besides the hair on his head, the only other hair on him is a small patch above his cock and a very faint happy trail. He doesn’t enjoy the feel of shaving, but he does keep it very neatly trimmed at all times. Colour wise, it matches the hair on his head perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Simeon is quite romantic in the moment. Love and intimacy are very important aspects of sex to him, and that comes through in most of his actions. His pace, his preferred positions, everything reflects that intimacy that he craves. Through it all, he’s sweet talking to his partner, letting them know how good they make him feel, how important they are to him, and how much he loves them. He knows he might come across as too intense, but he wants to make sure they know that sex isn’t just about the physical aspect for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simeon rarely, if ever, feels the need to masturbate. Without a partner, sex really isn’t something he thinks about often, and if he does have a partner, he’d much rather take care of his need with them, rather than on his own. If he does end up jacking off, though, he always ends up fantasising about them, and he finds that he can’t actually cum without imagining them being there with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, Simeon has a corruption kink. It came as a huge shock to him when he first realised it, but something about having his sweet little human tempt him and lead him down a path of “sin” excites him. It feeds into his rebellious nature that he constantly tries to control. It gives him a rush of adrenaline whenever they convince him to do something shameful or lewd and he finds himself enjoying it and even craving more instead of actually feeling shame.

As well, Simeon also has a massive praise kink. He always strives to please his partner as best as he can and getting positive reinforcement, something he rarely hears normally, sends shocks of pleasure shooting down his spine. The more praise he gets, the more eager he is to be good. If he’s being bratty, praising his good behavior in the past gets him to behave much quicker than a “punishment” would.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simeon’s preferred location is either his or his partner’s room. It’s a place that feels safe and familiar, while also offering privacy. They can take as much time as they want and be as loud as they feel like without having to worry about anyone bursting in.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Getting Simeon turned on is pretty easy. All his partner needs to do is be direct with their advances. Their boldness excites him. He isn’t the type of person to get turned on by seemingly innocent actions, so their intent needs to be clear. That, alongside some suggestive touches, is more than enough to get him in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Simeon is usually open to trying anything once and there’s not a lot that he’s opposed to, but he is very serious with his boundaries. He refuses to allow sex with his partner to start impacting his day to day life. Skipping classes, missing meetings, or even risking being late to something, even if it’s not important, in favor of sex is a big no for him. He makes his boundaries very clear from the start, and will quickly become harsh if his partner doesn’t respect them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Simeon has almost no experience in oral, giving or receiving, but it quickly becomes one of his favorite things. He could spend hours between his partner’s thighs without getting bored. While he’s rather hesitant and unsure at first, he’s very skilled at reading their reactions and starts adjusting his technique to make them feel as good as possible.

He doesn’t enjoy receiving quite as much, but he still loves it! It’s so easy for his partner to make him cum or overstimulate him with just their mouth. The warm wetness of their mouth feels divine and their breath is so hot against his skin, he can’t help but cum embarrassingly quickly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Simeon greatly enjoys taking his time with his partner, keeping a slow and sensual pace and exploring every inch of their body with his mouth and hands. He’s not a fan of rushing, even as he gets closer to his peak, he keeps his pace steady, his body molding against theirs. He’s not opposed to going faster if they prefer that, but his favorite pace will always be slow and intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Simeon is not a fan of quickies. He’ll be open to trying it at least once, but he knows from the start that it’s not his cup of tea. The whole thing just feels so rushed and impersonal to him. The most important part of sex to him is the intimacy and emotional connections, and quickies feel very lacking in comparison. If anything, they leave him craving his partner even more than before.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simeon is very open to experimenting and he’s always excited to learn and experience new things. He’s willing to try anything once, even if it’s something that he’s pretty sure he won’t enjoy. The idea of taking risks also interests him, but it needs to only be a perceived risk for him to participate. Something like messing around in an empty classroom at RAD is exciting, but it needs to be afterhours when the school is empty and the door has to be locked for him to feel comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simeon’s stamina is not the best, at least at first. He can go for more rounds than the average human just because he’s an angel, but he’s so unbelievably sensitive that the rounds themselves are rather short. It’s been so long since he’s had anyone touch him sexually that he ended up cumming in his pants the first time he was with his partner. With time, his stamina will improve drastically, probably to the point where he could easily outlast them, but he needs some practice to get there.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t something Simeon has ever really thought about using or has ever owned. When he sees the huge variety of toys that exist, he feels excited to try them out, mostly relying on his partner’s preferences and recommendations to pick some. He quickly learns that he really enjoys having them use different toys on him and, in turn, he loves the new opportunities the toys give him when it comes to pleasuring them in return. The possessive, prideful part of him that is usually buried very much prefers making his partner feel good on his own, without toys to help, but most of the time, he doesn’t mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The first time he teases his partner, it’s entirely accidental, his habit of going slow and taking his time exploring their body ends up making him tease them. Once he sees the way it makes them feel, though, he starts doing it on purpose, wanting to see more of their reactions. He’ll relent, with a smug little smile on his face, if they start begging, but until then, he plays the innocent card, pretending not to realise what he’s doing.

As much as he likes to dish it out, Simeon really can’t take much teasing. He’s so sensitive and desperate that he’ll start begging immediately, willing to do anything just to feel more of their touch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Simeon is naturally very loud and he lets out the prettiest sounds. At first, he tries to muffle them and keep his volume down. He talks quite a bit, at least while he’s still able to form coherent thoughts, and loves to whisper sweet things to his partner in a breathy tone. The closer he gets to cumming, the more his words devolve into delicate gasps and high pitched moans. When he cums, he lets out the longest, breathiest whine that no amount of gritting his teeth or covering his mouth could smother. He’s very vocal throughout, and without some sort of soundproofing, his voice can very much be heard through the walls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Simeon has a hard time controlling his wings during sex. He can’t focus hard enough to keep them hidden and they tend to have a mind of their own, fluttering and puffing up depending on how he feels. They’re quite sensitive in the moment too, especially at the base. In the end, he finds himself wrapping his wings around his partner as he pulls them close, keeping them warm and safe under his feathers. Unfortunately, this usually means that the bed is covered in feathers from all his flapping and wiggling.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Simeon has such a pretty cock, so perfectly smooth that it almost looks like a drawing rather than an actual dick. He’s large enough to be impressive without seeming intimidating, with just enough girth to feel like a stretch, but not be painful. It’ll still take some prep for his partner to take him, but it won’t be too difficult with some patience and plenty of lube.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Simeon’s libido isn’t very high at all, and sex isn’t something that’s on his mind constantly. What matters to him most is spending quality time with his partner, regardless of what they’re doing together. They usually need to be the one to actually initiate things, since he has no qualms with pushing down his need to avoid ruining the moment. With how much he values physical touch, it’s not hard for cuddles to become something more, and as long as there’s time for it, Simeon will never say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t exactly leave him feeling sleepy, but it does make him feel extraordinarily relaxed. He tends to follow his partner’s lead, staying awake longer if they don’t plan to sleep right away. With how warm and soft he feels, though, he has no trouble falling asleep quickly, cuddling them close to his chest to absorb more of their body heat. If it’s up to him, he prefers to share some casual pillow talk together, before falling asleep soon after. If he can avoid having to get up and be functional, he will.

[proserpina-magnus]

☘️ - NSFW alphabet

James Potter if haven't done one

This is a little choppy but I hope you enjoy it! Mwah.

James Potter NSFW Alphabet

Reader: tried to keep it as nb as possible )

Warning: pure smut and no editing

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super comforting and he’s really affectionate. He loves to massage your back (which will probably lead to another round). And he does that cute thing where he’d rub his nose against yours. He’d cover you in blankets and literally would hand feed you if he could. He basically forces you to drink water as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your thighs, he likes placing his hands on them and laying in between them.

He likes his stomach since he’s worked really hard on it over the last couple of years with quidditch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will wear a condom only if you want, but he’d much prefer to go without. He’s pull out game is strong as fuck and he usually cums over your ass or thighs, sometimes even stomach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

James wants to do collaring and he’s been fascinated and keeps daydreaming about being your good boy or having the opposite and getting you a collar that says “daddy’s _____” (preferred nicknames like girl or boy, etc).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced without actually have experience, he wants first times to be important so he was actually waiting for the right one (which happened to be you). He can definitely find his way around your body with ease, who knows how he knows how to do it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he likes have your knees over his shoulders and takes his sweet time making the moment last as long as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a sap so he try’s not to be humourus, he wants the sex to be romantic and he can’t risk turning you off with one of his lame dad jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s a mess, he’s tried to shave it, comb it, trim it, it’ll just grow back. It definitely matches his head hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like said before, James wants the sex to be romantic. He likes holding your hand and kissing your shoulder’s and lips until they're rosy. He just wants to take care of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Pretty often, he gets stressed sometimes so he’ll just get out a quick wank before heading to class in the morning or late at night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a ton, d/s is very present and the roles switch between you both often. Power play is a must and he has a big thing for bondage, he loves all the different knots and shapes, he thinks the ropes look pretty against your skin. There’s others like makeup, he weirdly finds it attractive when mascara runs down your cheeks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually in his dorm, he prefers to have his time and spend every second admiring and taking care of you. He rarely would want to do something out of order and he needs a quick notice before trying a new location. He usually promises you he’ll satisfy you later if you become needy during class or at hogsmeade.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything, fuck me eyes go along way for him. Sometimes you don’t even mean to get him going and he’s rushing you up to his dorm. He likes the uniforms too, he’d purposely mix up your robes or house ties just so people would know you’d belong to a certain wizard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d like spanking to a minimum, but the second he sees blood he freaks out. Even bruises make him worry and he’d begin to cry and kiss over it, promising you he’d never mean to hurt you and he’d be super careful next time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving it, since he likes the stability of cumming down your throat. But if he’s subby he’s prefer to give you pleasure, he just wants to please you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, sometimes after a quidditch game (depending if he won or lost) he’d take it out on you, rough and fast sex was a must so he could released all of his pent up tension. But then he’d get really soft and gentle to soothe over the rough behaviour. If he’s subby, he’ll let you control everything.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Personally he doesn’t like it, a quick blow job in between classes is alright with him or even a quick fuck in the showers in the changing rooms, but he prefers his time and he’d rather have you all to himself for a few hours.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not necessarily, he likes boundaries so you both talk over them often and he’d just do whatever was in the green zone. Sometimes if he’s being a hard dom he’ll try a risky move, wait for you reaction and depending on that he’ll keep it up or drop it immediately.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy… he’s not the Gryffindor quidditch caption for nothing. He’s athletic, charming, and a golden retriever boyfriend. He definitely can go for 4 or 5, depending on his mood and on time, since it doesn’t take much to make him cum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t, he’s a bit embarrassed but he definitely isn’t opposed to watching you play with yourself. He actually loves mutual masterbation and he enjoys watching you show him all the things that make you feel good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates teasing you but loves when you tease him, every little look or if you grab his arm for protection, he’s creaming in his pants. Whenever you whisper in his ear, even if it isn’t sexual, he’s gulping and fixing his trousers.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Subby James moans a lot, he whines and whispers and he likes to talk. But more dominant James groans and whispers cusses (which is the only time he rarely swears because he hates cuss words).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He enjoys morning sex way to much, he likes the sunlight beaming in and the slow and groggy movements due to being sleepy, he loves the little whines and enjoys the cold air from the morning cooling off his hot skin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid nine inches, come on he’s James Potter. He’s quite proud of it too, smirking whenever he see’s a tummy bulge or even when you have trouble standing after sex.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high to the extreme, he never knew how horny he truly was until he began to date you. Every day he wanted to take you to his dorm and try new things, he wanted to be cocooned in between your legs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s had a long day, it doesn’t take long. He’s a gentleman so he’ll kill you to sleep before he passes out, but sometimes you’d get back from the bathroom and see him sprawled out, a big grin on his face.

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***Awwwww, I'm so happy that you're enjoying my blog! This request warms my heart and I am WEAK for soft big brother Lucifer. I hope you enjoy @lorkai! - B*** Summary: MC keeps favouring Lucifer. It baffles the other brothers. Lucifer is intrigued by the behaviour and slowly begins to open up to them.

No one really noticed it when you first arrived. You were new to the Devildom, and so much was foreign and scary around you. So you following orders without question and lingering near Lucifer, the strongest of the demons living with you, could've been passed off as a survival technique. But after a few months of you staying in the House of Lamentation, Lucifer thought the initial fear would wear off, and yet you still continued to follow him around like a little duckling. Still, Lucifer hadn't really clued in that there was perhaps sentiment behind your behaviour until he had walked in on a discussion between you, Mammon, Beelzebub and Leviathan. He had approached your bedroom door and raised his fist to knock when he heard Mammon's annoyingly loud voice. "I'm just sayin'! There ain't no reason for you go followin' mean old Lucifer around like that! He's old. He complains a lot. He never has any fun. You should be spendin' time with me! I'm supposed to be your protector ya know!" Lucifer huffed in annoyance and was about to barge in when he heard your giggle. "I'm hanging out with you now, aren't I?" "I don't know MC. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mammon has a point." Levi pipped in. At this point, Lucifer cracked open the door and peeked inside. You were sitting in Beel's lap as he munched away on a bowl of popcorn. Mammon was standing, punching harshly onto the buttons of the remote he was holding, while Levi sat playing with the ease and skill of the pro-gamer that he was. He didn't even look away from the screen as he spoke to you. Lucifer made a mental note to talk to him about conversation manners. Leviathan continued. "You're always hanging around Lucifer. You only spend time with us if we specifically ask you to, or if we arrange it ahead of time," Levi shifted uncomfortably as he pressed a button on his remote; Mammon cursed as a result. "I-I-Is he your favourite or something?" Lucifer couldn't help but perk at the question. He wasn't aware that you were spending particularly more time with him than the others. Sure, he noticed that you would listen to him much better than any of his brothers ever did (and that alone made him warm up to you), and you always seemed to smile when he was around. But he thought that was just the kind of person you were; happy and compliant. Much to his, and everyone in the room's, surprise, you nodded. "I guess he is." Chaos erupted inside the room.

Beel dropped his popcorn. Levi sputtered and actually looked away from the game to gape at you. Mammon threw his remote and whipped around to face you. "WHAT?!?! You mean you prefer that old bat to the GREAT MAMMON?!?!" to Mammon's defence, he looked genuinely hurt by the confession. "But I'm your first! I thought we were pals, MC?!" Levi tensed and sniffed before turning back at the game. "I'm not that surprised really. Makes sense that you wouldn't l-like a slimy gross otaku like me." Beel remained frozen and quiet. A frown etched on his face as his hands tightened around you. Your eyes widened at everyone's reactions. "Woah, woah, woah! Who said anything about not liking you guys? I love hanging out with you three, and I do see you as my friends," you looked directly at Levi. "Otaku or not. I treasure my time with you." Levi pouted and refused to look at you. "Then what does Lucifer have that we don't? Why does he get the title of your favourite?" Lucifer was shocked to see your expression soften as you smiled gently at just the thought. "He reminds me of my big brother in the human realm," everyone went quiet and looked at you. "I-It was hard being ripped away from everything I knew and be forced to live in a world that I didn't even know existed. When I saw Lucifer and got to know him a bit, I noticed how much he acted like my brother. It was comforting to have just that little bit of familiarity amongst all the chaos of the Devildom, you know?" The eldest brother's heart warmed at the statement. It stroked his pride in the best way possible. He loved his brothers, but none of them were very affectionate with one another with the exception of the twins. To hear that someone cared about him and saw him as an older brother was...touching. His younger brothers seemed to agree as, with a little irritation, they settled back down into their game. Forgetting what he came for, Lucifer smiled and went back to his office. Since that day, he was notably kinder and more vulnerable with you. If you saw him as an older brother then he was determined to be the best older brother you could ask for. He gave you a pat on the shoulder or ruffled your hair every time he saw you. He always made sure to congratulate or acknowledge your accomplishments, no matter how small they were. He asked you how your day was and allowed you to come to him with any troubles (which he would promptly take care of the moment you left the room). Every night he would invite you into his office for some tea and a round of chess before bed. It felt like in no time, he had begun to see you as a little sibling just as much as you saw him as an older brother. Lucifer did his best not to let his brothers catch on to how soft he was around you. He tried to compensate by teasing you a little more whenever they were around. Or pretend that he was taking you into his office to scold you when he really was going to look you over and make sure you weren't hurt in the most recent incident. The result was an endless amount of taunts and ridicule from his brothers on how he was a better sibling to you than he was them (which was mostly true), that you had thawed his ancient icy heart (which he would never admit), and that he couldn't say no to you (which he tried to prove wrong but inevitably failed, much to his embarrassment). Still, the bond between you two was one that was strong and pure. When it was finally time for you to go back to the human realm, you were in tears and refused to let go of Lucifer. Lucifer held onto you tightly. It was obvious to everyone there that he was just as reluctant to let you leave. "You have to go know MC. Your real big brother is up there worried about you, I'm sure," his voice was steady and firm. He refused to cry; no matter how badly his heart ached at that moment. You sniffled and buried your face deeper into his chest. "I know. But you've become just as much a brother to me as him, a-a-and I don't want to leave you. What if I never get to see you again?" Lucifer inhaled sharply at the thought.

He looked over at Diavolo. Something in his eyes must have given away the hurt and inner turmoil he was feeling, for Diavolo's eyes widened in shock before he smiled softly at his friend. "You may take your D.D.D. with you, MC, to stay in contact with the brothers. Perhaps, on occasion, we can also organize visits. This will not be goodbye forever." Lucifer chuckled as you held him tighter and ran a hand through your hair. "See? You'll see me and everyone else again. But for now, it's time for you to return home." You shakily nodded and reluctantly pulled away from his arms; Lucifer felt his chest tighten as coldness filled the warmth where you once stood. Still, he refused to cry or show vulnerability. He would not become a blubbering mess like Mammon. He was better than that. He clenched his fists as you went around giving everyone final hugs goodbye. He held his breath as you picked up the bag the two of you had put together full of keepsakes from the Devildom. You took a step towards the portal. "MC, wait!" Lucifer rushed towards you, damning his own pride and reputation to hell, as he pulled you into one final tight hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He held you there; closing his eyes and allowing himself to pretend for just a moment that he didn't have to let you go. He felt a tear roll down his cheek. "I love you, MC. I will miss having you here." Suddenly you were sobbing again. The two of you held each other for several minutes, as Diavolo had Barbartos escort the others out to give the two of you some privacy. Finally, he let you go, and within a second you were gone and back to your true family. Lucifer went home, and sat in his office, wondering what you were doing with your real big brother and if you were as happy up there as you were with him. ***HOW THE FUCK DID I MAKE THIS ANGST AND END UP CRYING WELL WRITING I AM SO SORRY I SERIOUSLY MEANT FOR THIS BE FLUFF GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! *Wipes tears* Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this no matter how accidentally painful it was. Thank you for the lovely request @lorkai! I was touched by how personal it was!***

[ack3rlady]

Oh hey there it's me again! I absolutely adored that steamy make out session with Erwin u wrotell.

May I request for something with Levi? I would really love to see how u write Levi. Here's the scenario: sub!Levi who becomes a total mess when u use some toys on him for the first time.

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A/N: Welcome back💦 Anon! Being creative with your asks again, I see! I only have experience with female-friendly toys. So, I had to put in some research into this 🤓 This is possibly the most experimental piece I've written so far and there isn't much of a plot because i wanted to get straight to action; which is why I'm gonna go hide in my cave once this publishes. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem Bodied! Reader

CW: Sub Levi, Soft Dom Reader, Sex toy usage (cock ring & vibrator), Oral (M receiving), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), brief overstimulation.

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“Hey, handsome!”, you chirped from the bed as the door opened to reveal a raven headed man.

Levi let out a loud huff in response.

He hung his tan jacket on the coat rack, meticulously undid the ODM belts and set them on their usual spot, and unbuttoned his shirt before trudging towards the bed. You opened your arms, welcoming your weary husband to lay his head on your chest, engulfing him into the solace of your embrace after a long day of work.

“Tired?”, you asked, raking your fingers through his midnight locks.

“Exhausted.”, he replied, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Eyebrows just chewed my ears off for three straight hours.”

You spent minutes in silence, lazing against each other, calm and warm. Moments like these were scarce amidst the chaos of your bustling routines as the ticks of the clock and an occasional sigh leaving his lips were the only audible sounds in the room.

He raised his head, bringing a hand to the back of yours to pull you closer. You smiled when your lips met, finally feeling the burnout from the day wear off at the familiar feeling. You were quick to let him in when his tongue prodded at your lips for access, meeting yours with fervor. His hand slowly slid from your neck to your chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt that you were wearing.

“Mmh? I thought you were exhausted?”, you spoke against his lips.

“I changed my mind.”, he smirked against yours.

You parted away to peel the pieces of clothing off each other. Like clockwork, they were all on the floor within seconds. Levi admired your body from head to toe, leaping towards you like a man starved for days. He tutted when you held him back with your arm against his chest, looking at you with knitted brows for being deprived of his meal.

“Umm... Levi... I’ve been thinking....”, your voice trailed off.

“What?”

“Well, I've been thinking of trying something new.”, you contemplated, fishing out a rubbery black ring from under your pillow.

“You do know that’s too big for my finger?”, he deadpanned, albeit innocently.

“Oh.”, it dawned upon him when you lowered your gaze to his crotch.

Although a bit hesitant at the start, it didn’t take much to convince him to try it. As rigid as the captain seemed otherwise, he had always been quite open to experimenting in the bedroom; the main reason being that he trusted you wholeheartedly, and also because these experiments had only made things better as of now. He laid down on the bed, wide silver eyes curiously following your figure as you moved closer to him.

You positioned yourself in between his legs, admiring the view. Over the years of being with Levi, you had come to deduce that this was one of the best perspectives behold him from; one reserved only for you to see.

His glorious cock, sculpted Adonis ascending to the ripples of his abs, his strong chest abutted by deep collar bones, the prominent columns of his neck leading to the most important feature, his gorgeous face looking down at you, strands of midnight hair threatening to veil the striking eyes watching you intently.

He held his breath as you spat into the palm of your hand, gritting his teeth in an attempt to stay still just like you asked him to. You stroked his cock just enough to coat it with the slick, slathering the ring with the remnants. Levi sighed at the feeling of your cold fingers around him, sharply clutching a fistful of the bed sheets.

“Not yet.”, you said, meticulously sliding the rubbery ring down his partially hardened member till it sat snugly at the base.

He inhaled sharply, gaze pinned on your hands and the black coil.

“You okay?”, you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“mmh... Feels different.”, he whispered, still eyeing it skeptically. “Good different.”

“Well, then let me make it better.”, you smiled, beginning to slowly stroke his cock. “You know you can tell me anytime you want me to stop, right?”

He nodded, gulping as he watched you move closer and closer to his member that was now rapidly hardening under your touch, hissing when you kissed the tip and gingerly ran your tongue over its slit with a quick swipe.

You smiled coyly at his reaction, remembering the readings from the intriguing book Hange lent you a few days ago. It said that the ring around his dick would make it hypersensitive. And from what you could see, it was all true.

Within a matter of seconds, Levi was a heaving mess under your touch; and you hadn't even really begun yet. Keeping a watchful eye on him, you wrapped your lips around his now throbbing erection, swirling your tongue around its head. The usually silent captain was miserably unsuccessful at stifling a moan, harshly gripping your hair as he bucked his hips.

You bobbed your head up and down, slowly increasing the pace. Your strawberry tongue drew the letters of your name on the swollen, pink head as if marking what was yours, and yours only.

“Fuck! Keep going.”, Levi growled, his head falling with a thud against the headboard.

You smiled into your ministrations, softly brushing his shaft with your teeth as you continued the rhythmic movements. Levi arduously raised his lank neck to watch you sinking just a little further, taking in his entire length inch by inch until it had entirely disappeared into the warm cavern of your mouth.

The soreness in between your legs was growing by the minute, as you reached down with your fingers to rub circles on your yearning clit. He outstretched his hands towards you, not even sure what for; his mouth agape, but unaccompanied by words.

How he loved this view. Your frazzled hair, pooling, hooded eyes, bare breasts brushing against his thighs. The fucked out expression on your face glowing with sweat as you pleasured him as well as yourself was sending him hurling towards the edge.

His brain was flooded with your image and how good your mouth felt on his cock, how you knew exactly what made him see stars inside the confinement of your room. The vice choke hold of the ring was enhancing every feeling by many folds, allowing him to feel the slightest of sensations; mind so clouded, he was aching for release.

“I - I need to cum.”, he panted, squeezing his eyes shut at the unbearable decadence. “Please.”

You briefly parted from him, eyes falling on the clock. There was still time. He whimpered at the feeling of sudden chill replacing the heat of your mouth, watching you as you reached for the nightstand to fish out a small silver packet from the drawer.

You tore it with your teeth, taking the condom out and sliding it down his length. Kneeling on your knees, you shifted forward till your core was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“What’s the rush, Heichou?”, you breathed, lowering down on him at a painfully slow pace until he bottomed out inside you.

Your pussy was soaking by now and took no time to devour the entirety of his length. You groaned in unison, staying still to allow him to catch his heightened breath and for you to acclimatize to the fullness. Levi’s hands had your thighs in a vice grip as you supported yourself by laying your palms flat against his chest, eventually beginning to move.

You both whined in ecstasy as his dick brushed against all the right spots of your velvety walls, the protruding veins only adding to the titillation. His brains were practically reduced to mush as he sheepishly watched you bounce up and down before him, sterling eyes pinned on your face, mouth open, huffs of air leaving your lips with each movement, lashes fluttered shut out of pure bliss.

They descended to your heaving breasts that bounced with you. He reached his hands out to kneed the buttery skin, watching you squirm when he pinched your taut nipples. His gaze cascaded lower, falling where your body met his, admiring how your hips beautifully swirled against his. He slid one of his hands underneath his pillow, pulling out a device that you remembered seeing in Hange’s book.

“What? You spoke to them too?”, you managed to speak through the haze whilst fervently grinding against him.

“More like they spoke to me.”, he grumbled.

He strenuously focused his eyes on the small, black object; pressing a button that caused it to buzz. Outstretching his hand, he pressed it against your swollen slit, making your neck go limp as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sounds of your whines were music to his ears. He felt your movements become increasingly sporadic as he brought your closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

“Fuck! Levi!”, you panted. “I’m cumming!”

Levi bit into his fist, the sting only adding to the rapture of feeling your walls pulsate around him, and the warmth of your release dribbling down his length. Exhausted, you rested your head against the headboard, your breasts dangling before his face as if grapes from a vine.

He clasped his mouth onto one, swirling his tongue around your perked nipple as he began to buck his hips up and down at an unforgiving pace. You were almost screaming from the over stimulation, the walls of your room reverberating your cries along with the creaks of your rickety old bed, the lewd squelching from slick and the slaps of his skin against yours.

Levi grunted with every thrust, nails digging into the skin of your butt as he relentlessly rutted in and out of your abused hole. It wasn’t long this he reached his oblivion, his orgasm hitting his body like lightning. It was unlike any other he had experienced before, somehow simultaneously cloaking his senses in darkness and also a blinding light.

He panted as you helped him ride out his release, your unyielding pussy milking him of all his worth. It was evident that he wasn’t even attempting to be quiet anymore as he blinked rapidly, trying to rid himself of the spots before his eyes.

You stayed on top of him for a little while before kissing him deeply one last time and sliding off. He peeled the condom off and discarded it into the bin by your bed, and you carefully slid the ring off his cock, making sure not to hurt him. He inhaled sharply at the feeling of blood rushing back through it again, eyes following you as you laid down by his side with a huff, still panting from the escapade.

He turned towards you, brushing the sweaty, matted hair off your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“So... Do you think they’ll let you borrow that book again?”

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[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi! could u please write smth abt jaehyun taking care of his s/o thru her period and even offering to do the nasty 👉🏼👈🏼 u can also make it smutty if ur brain juices allow

Pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of menstruation, unprotected sex, shower sex, sex during menstruation, cum kink

Word count: 1.2k

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A/N: please heed the warnings! at any rate i didn't make it too graphic :) thanks for the request!

“Jaehyun, please hurry! I’m dying!”

“Hang in there, babe, I’m coming!”

The pain in your lower abdomen left you immobile, a heating pad wedged between you and a pillow and meds doing nothing to alleviate the discomfort you were feeling. Jaehyun, being the good boyfriend that he was, did everything in his power to help you feel better.

“You’re a godsend, thank you so much,” you sighed, when he came into the bedroom with the chocolate ice cream you requested. He got into position sitting back against the headboard, while you sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around you. The warmth and comfort of his presence always helped you during this time of the month, and you already felt your body relaxing bit by bit as he rubbed your back gently.

“Is it helping?” he asked softly, planting kisses on your shoulder as he watched you take big spoonfuls of your ice cream.

“Yes, the ice cream is good,” you mumbled between mouthfuls, “but it still hurts.”

Jaehyun’s eyes turned soft as he looked at you, clearly concerned. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I wish there was more I could do.”

“You could fuck me,” you said half-jokingly, thinking he wouldn’t want to do anything of the sort while you were on your period.

“Would it help?” he asked in all seriousness.

You just shrugged, licking the last of the ice cream off the spoon. “I don’t know, never tried it.”

“Hm,” was all he said, but you could already feel his bulge growing beneath you.

“Jeong Jaehyun, are you considering it right now?” you couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about it.

A mischievous smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling and dimples appearing in his cheeks as he nodded at you. “So what if I am? Would you want to?”

You had to admit you wanted to, when it came to your boyfriend you always wanted to fuck him, that wasn’t even a question. You’d heard from some of your friends that sex always helped them feel better when they had bad cramps, but you had never tried it, always just worried about the mess.

“I mean, I always want to,” you answered honestly, “but you know, it would be… messy.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought of the cleanup involved.

“We could do it in the shower,” he suggested, a little too eagerly as his face lit up when he said it. Clearly he had already been thinking about the possibilities.

It was a good idea, you had to admit, and with the way he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you, it would have to do. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Excitedly he jumped out of the bed, almost pushing you off of it, and ran into the bathroom to get the shower running. When he was satisfied with the temperature of the water he brought you in, undressing you carefully and gently, and helping you step into the shower. While you relaxed with the warm spray of the water, he undressed himself and stepped in with you.

“How’s the water?” he asked, slotting his body behind yours and placing his hands on your hips, “is it helping with your cramps?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, but what was really helping you was his touch on your bare skin, made even more arousing by the wetness of your bodies and the heat of the water washing over you.

“How’s your tummy?” he asked softly before attaching his lips to your neck and sliding a hand around to caress your stomach. You leaned your head back against him and moaned, the warmth of his hands sliding over your skin heating you up.

“Better,” you answered, because you could already feel the pain easing up little by little, the more he touched you. “But I need more please.”

“Greedy,” he chuckled, before sliding his hand down between your legs and finding your clit. You moaned as his fingers rubbed circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand coming up to fondle your breasts and pinch your nipples.

“Oh god, Jae,” you moaned, the pain of your cramps forgotten as the feeling of pleasure took over. “More, please, I need you.”

You heard him whistle low behind you, and then you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your folds. You’d never had sex during your period before so you weren’t sure how it would feel, but when he pushed inside you the pleasure you felt almost knocked you off your feet.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shudder.

“No, no, it feels good,” your breath was starting to come in small gasps, as arousal overtook all of your senses, “god it feels so good.”

This encouraged him, and he started to pick up his pace, holding onto your hips as he pounded you, your hands splayed against the tiled wall of the shower to keep yourself from smacking face first into it.

“So tight,” he murmured, “so fucking tight.”

You could feel your entire body tingle as the pleasure built up, your orgasm coming on so fast it was making your head spin.

“Jaehyun! Oh my god!” you cried out as he railed you, your moans and whimpers echoing off the tiled walls.

“You gonna come, baby? Hm? Come all over my cock then,” he growled, pounding you harder, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed, coming hard when he squeezed your nipples and thrust into you so deep you felt him in your guts. Your pussy milked his cock, but he wasn’t done with you yet, pulling you flush against him as he fucked you harder.

“Wanna fill you up, baby,” he said, his voice husky, “wanna fill you so full that my cum will be the only thing dripping out of your pussy.”

You gripped onto his forearms as he came inside you, hips stuttering as he filled you, a loud groan escaping his lips. When his body stilled he kissed down the back of your neck and along your collarbone and shoulder, before sliding his hand around to rest on your lower stomach.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, the spray of the shower doing a wonderful job of washing away the remnants of what just occurred.

“Yes, baby, I really do,” you sighed, squeezing his arms in gratitude. You felt the water starting to cool though, and you were suddenly struck with the feeling of sheer exhaustion. “But I think I want to go to bed now.”

“Of course babe, let’s go to sleep,” he turned off the water and grabbed a towel for you, helping you to dry off before he dried himself off. He helped you change into your pajamas, and then you slid into bed together, where he spooned you (naked, because you wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against you, even through your pajamas).

“Good night, Jae, thank you for taking care of me,” you said sleepily, placing his hand against your stomach.

“Always, my love,” he replied, and just as you drifted off you felt him kiss the top of your head, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your stomach.