#g: fluf

[screampied]

Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant

☆ cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkin’ him, breedīng, mdni.

“h- holy shit..” choso’s eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. you’re straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckin’ arch he’d ever seen as you’re playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt would’ve been stuffed full of his aching cock. it’s veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. “you look so pretty in t.. this view,” he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.

“tell me when to start, baby,” you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cunt’s so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.

with a deep, protracted sigh, choso’s hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. “you can start,” he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cock’s slowly delving inside, pushin’ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. “o- oh my god, your pussy’s gonna kill me.”

“hng-” you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. choso’s thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.

he’s lean ‘n tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.

choso’s got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once you’re starting up a frenetic pace. “mhm, that’s it, baby. jus’ hold my hips.”

“god- you’re so hot,” he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he can’t help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- he’s drooling already. “look back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.”

with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.

he’s so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. he’s already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. “hi baby.” you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.

“h…. hiii.” he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckin’-there, and you let off a small yelp. it’s so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lips—christ..

choso’s rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. “f- fuck, don’t stop. don’t…fuckin’ stop—yeahhh, yeah like that,” and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. “ah. s- so warm inside, think ���m hah- gonna make a…mess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.”

and he’s just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. choso’s cock dragged through your gummy walls through ‘n through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..

you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongue’s starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as he’s trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. “mhm, touch me more baby. don’t be.. shy.”

you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldn’t resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. “ughhh, i’m g- gonna,” and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. it’s so impactful that for a second—the half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. “faster, p…pleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like it’s your princess. ‘m all yours, a-all yours.”

“s- shit,” you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dick’s steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and you’re starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.

choso’s fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time too—

just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ‘n over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. he’s addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming release—syrupy pollen that’s slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.

“m..mngh,” he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully ‘oooh!’ at the swat of his hand and choso’s cock twitches inside of you. “wanna marry your hips. ‘m gonna…marry y-your hips, baby,” he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.

each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and choso’s damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. he’s soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds later—he finally cums… hard.

“oh, fuuuck—fuck,” he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. choso’s sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. “t- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.” and you didn’t even know what he was thanking you for.

choso’s eyes close as he’s still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.

it’s hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. you’re reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock that’s spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed that’s drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. “b- baaaby..” he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass that’s perfectly arched over his lap. “hah- think you just…impregnated me.”

“cho, that’s not possible,” you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you ‘pop’ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. “i can’t impregnate you, silly.”

“o- oh! right… um,” he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.

choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as you’re now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. “i mean- i can try to impregnate you then.”

with a hum, you nibble on his chin. “mhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?”

choso’s so cunt-drunk that’s he’s just entirely dumbfounded. intently, he’s staring right into your eyes—barely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. choso’s still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.

“l- let’s get married,” and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him again—this time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. “make me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..”

[dawnfire12]

Dressing Room Hookup

Pairing: Jinu (Kpop Demon Hunter) X You (female)

Summary: You are Rumi’s youngster sister and a part of Huntrix. You and Jinu have had some interactions which consist of insults and fights to hide the tension between the two of you. Jinu has come to take what is his.

Warning: 18+ (mdni!), explicit smut content, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie

Y/N was fluffing the ends of your hair and humming to warm up the vocal cords before going on stuff. Your dressing room was very simple. It has a long mirror with little fairy lights wrapped around the edges of the mirror frame and a long white benchtop in front of it. You had a few different colored bean bag chairs scattered around the room with a long brown couch that had two pink heart shaped pillows towards the back of the room.

While you were fixing your mascara, a creak from the door let you know someone entered. Your eyes focused and you saw it was Jinu, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. 

You whipped around,”What are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t come see my favorite artist before they perform?” He put his hand on his heart.

You held your hand out by your side conjuring your sword when he started waving his finger. As your sword entered your hand, Jinu appeared in front of you and pressed his arm against your throat.

“Now, that’s just rude. Having a weapon in front of a guest.” He wrapped his other arm around my waist bringing me closer to him.

“You’re not exactly a guest.” You grip my sword.

“Hmm. I guess you can say that’s true since I’m here for one thing.” He brought his face closer to mine, our noses brushing.

“And what’s that?” You exhaled.

You didn’t get a reply. Or you can get the reply was his lips pressing against yours. You dropped the sword out of shock and he pinched your waist, making you moan and letting his tongue in your mouth. You gripped his shirt as he devoured you. Each kiss made your head spin and you couldn’t think. You could barely breathe but that didn’t matter as long as he kept kissing you. His other arm that was against your neck brought one of your legs around his waist. He moved his hips up and down and you gasped, separating from the kiss, and throwing your head back.

He trailed his lips down to your neck and started sucking and licking wherever he could. You dug your nails into his arms as he grinded faster against you. The motion of his hips felt so delicious as he had his hips angled to where it brushed against your clothed clit every time.

He brought his lips back to yours and had his tongue curling behind your teeth. You didn’t even notice him unbuttoning your shorts until his fingers had found their way into your pussy.

“Oh my god!” You moaned as his fingers just brushed against your opening.

“You are dripping. Only I can get you this wet.” He says as his fingers still tease you by not entering.

You bit your lip, “You wish.”

He narrows his eyes and shoves two fingers in you, making you cry out. His fingers curl up every time he thrusts them in you. You let out little whimpers and small moans. His other hand comes down and he starts circling your clit.

“Oh Jinu!” You start shaking, the pressure he puts on your clit feels so good.

He smirks before ripping out his fingers and turns you around to face your mirror. He yanks down his pants and bends you forwards a bit before thrusting into you at once. He gives you no time to adjust to his big cock.

“Oh fuck! Jinu!” You cry out.

He sets a relentless brutal pace. He grabs your hips and slams his into you over and over again. You can’t even hide the moans, they just keep pouring out of you, especially the moans of his name.

“See, only I can get you this wrecked.” He brags.

You don’t acknowledge his statement, too busy focusing on how his dick just hits your g spot so nicely.

He pulls your hair,”Say it!”

You whine,”Only you! Jinu!”

He keeps thrusting into you while yanking on your hair. Your hands scrambling against the desk, it feels so good. 

“Look at yourself making a mess all over my cock.” He moves his hand down to your neck and you open your eyes to see how his dick goes in and out of you. His eyes changing yellow and his patterns start to show. His nails start to grow long, you can feel them digging into your waist and your neck. 

“I’m gonna wreck this pussy. Your pussy will only remember my dick. You were made for me.” He bites your neck and starts circling your clit.

“Oh Jinu! Jinu!” You shout as your walls start to hug his dick tighter and tighter.

“That’s it! Be a good girl and cum on my cock! And once you’re done I’ll fill you with my seed so everyone knows who you belong to. You want that don’t you?” His voice started to sound a bit demonic.

“Yes Jinu! Yes! Yours!” You sob as the pressure that kept building inside exploded making you cry out and keep repeating his name.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He pumped into you a few more times before spilling his seed in you. You moan once you feel his cum filling you up, feeling full.

He pulled out of you and pulled your shorts back up, securing his cum in you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you had marks all over you, mascara running down your face and wild hair.

“Well, good luck performing now,” He flipped his hair.

You stood there in shock as he left trying to figure out how you were going to hide the marks and put yourself together before the performance.

One thing for sure is you are going to get him back.

[straykidsnerd255]

I'm Yours, Truly

Title: I’m Yours, Truly

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo (w/system) x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff with a hint of angst at the beginning

Song: Would you fall in love with me again- Ithaca Saga Epic the musical

Rating: G

Warning(s): Jinwoo leaves for a raid that takes 15 years to complete even with the help of other National Hunters signing up to help, Jinwoo is 30, the reader is 29, Jinwoo and the reader are married with a son (Spoiler- its Suho)

Prompt: “You’re the most important thing to me”

Summary: You hadn’t seen your husband in 15 years. Your heart ached for his return, begging the gods above to bring your beloved back to you. Your son, Suho, had pointed to the man in the photos that sat on the tv stand, asking you in a small voice, “Mom, when will dad come back home?” Your heart aches waiting for the man you loved more than the air you breathe. The moment he appeared in your living room, blood soaked clothes, a tired smile and shining eyes, the simple words leaving his mouth making your heart sing, “I love you.”

Word Count: 1464

A/n: It was recently brought to my attention that Jinwoo is one word and not two separate words like I have been writing in my one-shots, so I deeply apologize for my mistake on that.

Behind the collaboration: Me and @fairy-writes took the same character, same prompt and wrote. We wanted to see how different our writing styles were, so enjoy!

Her One-Shot linked HERE

Sitting in the chair that belonged to your husband, knees tucked to your chest, you stare out the window, the sun beaming down on the freshly bloomed roses. Your heart beating painfully in your chest as a fresh wave of tears filled your eyes. It had been 15 years since you last saw your husband. Months before the raid was to take place, you and Jinwoo were graced with your pregnancy. Your first child, a baby boy. Jinwoo had fused over you during the 8 months he would be with you, fluffing your pillow, massaging your swollen ankles, waking up at the most random times to get you food you were craving. All with the biggest smile on his lips. When he left for the raid, you were due a month later. 

Giving birth to your son without Jinwoo by your side was a harsh blow to your emotions. You were depressed, scared that your son would never see his father. Holding your baby, tears filled your eyes. He looked just like him. You little baby boy looked just like Jinwoo. Pressing soft kisses to your baby boy's head made your heart ache a little less but the ache was still there. Still a stark reminder that your husband was on a mission, a raid that could very well end his life. You kept your hopes up though. Smiling as the small bundle in your arms moved closer to your warmth.

“Mother,” Your son's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Suho, your 15 year old son, stood in the doorway, his eyes swollen from crying. You stood from the chair and quietly walked towards your son. You place a hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. You watched as Suho heaved before breaking down and rushing into your arms. You held your son for a moment, your own heart breaking at the fact your sweet, baby boy had to grow up for 15 years without a father. Pulling away from your arms, Suho tried his best to stop his tears, but they would not stop. 

“Mother, when will father come back home?” His words gripped at your heart like the hands of a desperate monster clawing towards the light. You swallowed the lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill. “I don’t know. The raid should be over by now, we just have to wait.” You whispered, watching the pain swirl in your son's eyes. “I just want the pain to stop. I can’t take the comments that are being made towards me mom. The sick, and twisted comments about you. I just can’t.” he whispered the last words, twisting the knife like pain in your heart. Suho’s hands clenched as his body shook. 

You wanted to take your son's pain.

You wanted to take your son’s pain and bear his pain. You didn’t want your son to feel the burden that he was feeling. The pain that was eating away at the sweet, and happy little boy. The boy that had the brightest of smiles, the twinkle of wonder in his eyes. Now, the boy before you only felt dread, fear, and longing for someone that you believed had long since passed. 

Jinwoo was the first love you had ever had, the first kiss, the first real relationship. He was your first in everything. Now, he may be gone. He may have bitten off more than he could chew this time. Didn’t matter that multiple national rank hunters and s-rank hunters had gone to help, all that mattered was that this mission had most likely killed your husband and took your son’s father from him. 

You looked at your son, studied the way his body shifted, the way his eyes darted around. The pain that lay behind his gray eyes as he wiped the tears from them, trying to appear strong even though you could see right through him. You could see the pain laid bare before you, and it hurt you more than you could express in words. Seeing your son, have to hold his tears when someone asked where his father was. Your heart wailed in pain as the memories that you and Jinwoo had together before his departure.

Suho blinked his eyes, blurring you and everything for a moment. Suho wanted nothing more than to see his father in person. The photos that lined the tv stand, or that sat in the hallway didn’t do the justice he thought it would have. It didn’t give him a glimpse as to what his father was like. He loved that you did your best to tell him about his father, but not being able to be held by him made him realize he was missing his father’s warmth. 

Opening your mouth, you go to comfort your son, but a familiar feeling fills your chest. The warmth that you had been missing for the last 15 years of yours and your son's life. The warmth that melted the coldness that had once filled your heart. The warmth that made your heart soar and sing. Turning around, you’re met with a sight that nearly brought you to your knees. Your husband, clothed in tattered clothing, blood soaked and worn from the fight, stood in front of you and your son, his eyes shining with unshed tears, a smile that could rival even the sun. Your son moved faster than you and rushed to his father, slamming himself into Jinwoo’s chest, sobbing as his father was finally home. 

Suho’s hands gripped his father’s shirt tightly, refusing to let go. The fear that he could disappear before his eyes squeezed his heart. Jinwoo held him just as tightly, his muscles tense with how tightly he was holding his son. “Oh my son, how I have longed to see you. You have grown into such a handsome young man.” Jinwoo refused to let his son go. He couldn’t, not when he had missed 15 years of his son's life for a stupid mission. Suho buried his face in his fathers chest, taking in his warmth, the way it felt like a massive blanket covered him. “I have missed you so father.” Suho whispered, before moving away from his father, turning to you, a gentle smile on your lips as you watched their interaction. 

Stepping to the side, Suho smiled at you before going back to his room to give you and Jinwoo some time, a smile on his face and warmth that spread through his body. He could finally tell those who had bullied him for not having a dad, that his dad had finally returned from the raid he had been tasked to 15 years ago. 

Stepping forward, your hands drifted to his face, cupping his jaw and watching as he melted into your touch. His eyes softening even more; his body heaving a sigh as he finally was back in your arms. Your hands moved away from his jaw but your fingers danced across his face, memorizing the planes of his face, mapping out the lines of his cheekbones. His hands drifted to your waist, his thumbs rubbing your hips, comforting you as your tears finally fell down your face. Your lips trembled as a smile graced your face. You blinked softly before pulling Jinwoo closer, your lips brushing against his. 

The feeling of his body pressed against yours erased any doubt you had. His fingers brushed against yours as he intertwined his fingers with your. Leaning down, Jinwoo pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth you radiated. “This is why you’re the most important thing to me. The warmth you give, the smiles that radiate the sun, the laughter that fills the room, I missed it all. Those years spent in a cave with bloodthirsty beast were torture because I couldn’t be with you. I couldn’t be with my son.” Jinwoo wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. 

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his, your body craving his warmth after being away from him for so long. The feeling of being in your husband's arms after 15 years made fresh tears fall down your face. Pulling away from the kiss, Jinwoo smiled so gently at you that your heart almost beat out of your chest with how hard it was pounding. “I love you.” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours. Your heart soared as a smile appeared on your lips. “I love you too.” You whispered, watching Jinwoo’s smile grow bigger. Your little family, after 15 years, is now complete. With your husband home and your son smiling again, the home that had lacked warmth for so long, was once again filled with a familiar warmth.

[thevillainswhore]

A Balm To The Heart

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: After a long day at the woodyard, Bucky finds peace in his best girl’s arms.

Warnings: Pure unfiltered fluff, like the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed, Bucky’s POV, driving while sleepy (don’t do it!!), pet names, established relationship, oh and did I mention fluff?

Author’s Note: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier thank you so much my darling, you’re my rock 🧡 This is part of @elixirfromthestars cafe writing challenge!! Using the prompt 🍞 “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.” My first ever challenge I’ve been apart of and I had the most fun with it!! Thank you, my sweet Mel! 🥰

The Love In The Woods Collection ❄️

The sun began to lay on the precipice of the day, the light slowly fading out to make way for the dark of the night. Bucky fought the tiredness claiming his eyes, tempting him to fall asleep at the wheel. If you knew he was driving in his state, you’d throw a fit. 

But he had to make it home to his baby. 

Exhaustion weighed Bucky down from a long day at the woodyard. Hauling timber all day to prepare the town for the harsh winter coming up was enough to make his old joints ache with pain. However, with the lack of staff due to the storm blocking most of the roads, he had to do it all himself. 

Bucky just wanted to sink into you. 

All day, he was tormented by the prettiest image of you snuggled into your shared bed, pouty lips and pleading eyes begging him to call in sick, to stay home with you. 

And even though his sanity was tested, Bucky regretfully declined. All the old folks needed wood to keep their homes heated in the cold season and his mind wouldn’t have settled knowing a full day would be lost to his own selfishness. 

Though as he drove back to his cabin, rivers of golden beams shining into his truck, Bucky wished he had taken your offer.  

Although, his sourness sweetened into a warm affection as he caught the glint of his wedding ring in the dying sunlight. 

You love sunsets, Bucky smiled to himself. He had to take you to the top of the mountains to watch another one soon.

He could imagine you at home, watching the remnants of the day with its beautiful colours reflecting into your eyes. 

Sunsets mean the end of the day, fresh starts and hope that tomorrow will bring us more peace than today. Remember that, Bear. 

Your voice instantly calmed the mess in his mind, the stress that had wound his muscles tight. With a heavy sigh, Bucky let go of the toll the day had taken on him and instead focused on where the path ahead would lead him — you. 

The truck grumbled to a stop in the driveway and Bucky didn’t bother stopping to grab his tools or his bags. The pink painted door called to him, called your name, his home. 

Throwing the door open, Bucky quickly shook off his coat and boots. His steps didn’t falter as he made his way to the bedroom. Not when he began peeling his clothes off one by one on the way. Not when emotion clogged up his eyes at the smell of your sweet scent lingering around the house. 

And there you were as he entered his bedroom. Once crafted by his bare hands as part of his first home after he left college, now his safe space in which he was lucky enough to share with his wife. His haven. 

It looked like you hadn’t moved from the morning. Still tangled in the sheets, your hair was messy from your tossing and turning, though your skin glowed beautifully in the golden sunlight that shimmered through the window. The orange tones that tattooed your body almost gave you a vintage look and the sight was enough to render Bucky speechless. 

Just like the day you showed up on his doorstep after years apart. 

Your smile was blinding as you looked up at him, tearing yourself away from your fantasy book he knew you loved so much and placing it on the nightstand. “Hey, baby. I missed you.” 

If that didn’t do things to Bucky’s heart. 

“Dolly,” he gasped, a slight whine to his voice. 

Instantly, because you’re so well in tune with him, your arms opened wide — an invitation to join you. “Come here, you big lug.” 

Bucky didn't waste another second. Clad in only his underwear, he all but jumped onto the bed, the pristinely crafted wood of the frame creaking from old age. 

You shifted the duvet to swaddle around his frame once he reached you, cocooning him in your accumulated warmth over the day. Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched. 

You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle. 

“Can I lay my head on you?” Bucky asked quietly, relishing in the serenity you so easily provided him. 

You laughed, the sound mesmerising to his ears. “Like you even have to ask. Tell me about your day, Bear.” 

Needing no other permission, Bucky laid in your arms. Positioning his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your stomach and his legs intertwined with yours. He was so much bigger than you, comically so. But Bucky needed to lose himself in your softness from time to time. 

He groaned as the muscles in his joints finally had a chance to relax. “I would much rather hear about your day, sweetheart. Lemme hear your voice for a while, will ya?” 

Bucky looked up to find your cheeks tightened from the large, bashful smile on your face, one that he knew you had tried to smother but failed to do so. They were his favourite. 

You shook your head fondly and squeezed him before beginning to recall your day. It wasn’t filled with much — mostly with bathroom breaks when you could rip yourself out of bed, a trip to the home library down the hall to pick the next book of your series, and lastly an hour of baking. Even so, Bucky listened to you intently, his soul replenishing more with each activity you listed off. 

Because that was his goal in life. His vow to you in marriage. To make your life as easy and simple as possible. To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle. 

And boy was he satisfied to know he had achieved that. 

Bucky’s eyes began to grow heavy, the kind that he couldn’t fight any longer. You must have noticed from the loosening of his limbs and the sudden lightness to his body. “Are you sleepy, baby?” 

The rhythm of your heart soothed him as he murmured a lazy hum of agreement. 

“You can rest now, Bear.” Your soft voice sounded further away as sleep started to overtake him, like the prettiest lullaby he’d ever heard. “I’ve got you.” 

Before the whispers of slumber could steal him, though, Bucky smiled — drunken and free. “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.”

The giggle that vibrated from your body to his only made him fall even more in love with you. Bucky purred like a cat as you ran your nails through his hair and finally let himself go. 

The last sensation that registered in his mind was the feeling of your lips pressed against his head and a last declaration of love. “Thank you for being the reason it does.” 

[fear-is-truth]

༉‧₊˚. j’s note. for @redskies-7. turned out a bit longer than i expected but only because i adored your request … warnings: mature content. 18+. mastūrbation. fingēring

peter had been on high alert ever since the mission that left you with nasty gashes across your abdomen. the memory of you collapsing, blood soaking through your suit, haunted him, and he’d been an absolute wreck ever since. even now, with bandages wrapped snug around your waist and most of the pain fading to a dull ache, he still treated you like you were on death’s doorstep. “okay, careful, careful,” he’d mutter every time you so much as shifted on the bed. peter would zip over in a blur, fluffing pillows and checking the bandages even when you insisted you were fine.

you had tried to hint that you wanted his attention for something other than fussing over you. but to your disappointment, he’d just shake his head, “uh, no can do, babe,” he’d say, practically vibrating with nervous energy. “you need rest, and i’m, like, a terrible influence when it comes to resting. last thing i wanna do is, y’know, make things worse.”

but you were feeling better. really. and you were tired of the distance he was forcing between you, however well-intentioned it was. late one night, you woke up feeling restless, perhaps a little too desperate. the ache of your injuries having dulled considerably, transferring to a different kind of ache, slow and burning between your thighs. peter was sprawled next to you, completely conked out and snoring softly. wincing, you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position before slipping your fingers under the waistline of your panties.

you squirmed at the much-needed contact, hoping it would be enough to take the edge off. you bit your lip, trying to stifle any moans… but your small fingers were far from enough to ease some of the pent-up frustration from two long weeks of forced rest. but then, just as you finally felt the tickle of a weak orgasm, you heard your boyfriend let out a low, sleepy groan.

“hey… what’s goin’ on?” you turned your head to see him blinking himself awake, silver hair sticking up in all directions. as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, they landed on the guilty look on your face, how your hands were conveniently under the covers. a slow, lazy grin spread across his face as he put two and two together.

“wait a sec…” he raised an eyebrow, looking far too pleased with himself. “are you…?” heat flooded your cheeks, and you froze, pulling the blanket up over your face in embarrassment. “peter, it’s nothing. just… go back to sleep,” you mumbled, but he only chuckled, clearly enjoying this far too much.

“wait, are you…?” he asked, a hint of poorly concealed amusement in his voice. “no way.” he stretched out his arms and looked at you, that amused smirk making your face go even hotter. “you couldn’t just ask me for help?”“peter,” you whispered, mortified, pulling the blanket up in an attempt to hide your face.

“just—g-go back to sleep.”

“nah, can’t do that now,” he gently tugged the blanket back down to see your face. his smile turned downright devious. “you’re over here trying to go solo when i’m literally right here?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “babe, i’m almost offended. i thought we were supposed to be a team.”

you buried your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed. but, to your surprise, the teasing stopped immediately; off like a switch. peter nudged your hands away gently, looking at you with earnest concern.

“look,” he began, softer this time, “i know you’re still healing, but—i’ll get back in the groove real quick. don’t want you wearing yourself out, right?” peter flexed his fingers, stretching them out with a flourish, and then, his whole hand started to tremble, no that wasn’t the right word — his hand was vibrating. there was a slight blur to it, as his fingers quivered like a hummingbird’s wings, the movement almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

“…or did you forget my specialty?” he wiggled his eyebrows. you giggled despite yourself, embarrassment starting to melt away as peter braced himself with one forearm planted carefully by your side, making sure not to press into your bandaged torso. “so… what do you say?” he whispered into your ear, “let me take care of you?”

and just like that, you were granted something you’d been denied for weeks. peter had always prided himself on his unique style of “multitasking”. thanks to his ADHD, focusing on one thing wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but with you, he was hell-bent on trying. besides, he was pretty sure he could handle it—especially since you’d made it clear you really needed him right now.

“mghm ohmygod yes, right there, right there–”

he let out a little chuckle at your enthusiasm, lips brushing along your jawline as his vibrating fingers plunged in and out of you. “you know i kept telling myself, ‘peter, you gotta be responsible, let her heal,’” his voice dropped, almost like he was letting you in on some big secret.

“but… c’mon, you’re you. how was i supposed to stay away?” he moved to press a kiss just below your ear, letting out a little dramatic sigh. normally, you would’ve been slightly annoyed with peter’s chattiness, but his voice now possessed a soothing quality that served the purpose to ground you… and distract you from the lewd squelches that reached your ears.

“fuck, you’re, like, my kryptonite. i missed you like this,” your fingers were tangled in his hair, threading through the soft, messy silver strands, and as you gave a gentle tug, peter let out a low hum of contentment. his eyelids fluttered for a second, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a lazy grin as his lips continued their slow, lazy journey from your collarbone down to the soft curve of your breast.

“mhm, keep doin’ that baby. you’re so good fer me.”

he mumbled against your skin, swirling his tongue around your rock-hard nipple while sinking in knuckle-deep. reduced to nothing but a writhing mess in the sheets, the only response that sounded from you was a strained whimper, the moment you felt his fingers curl against your sweet spot. the glorious stretch made you realise just how much you were missing out in this two weeks of abstinence, and how hard it must’ve been for peter as well—judging by the way his hips were rocking against the mattress.

“should’ve woken me up sooner—would’ve saved you a whole lotta trouble.” another moan slipped past your lips as peter began to thrust his fingers with more vigour, reaching deeper than you never thought possible while simultaneously maintaining that delicious vibration in his fingertips. the heat that had been building in the pit of your stomach was fuelled with each stroke of his thumb on your on your clit, and within seconds, a mind-numbing pleasure set your entire bloodstream ablaze. as you rode out your orgasm, peter’s other hand slid over yours, lacing your fingers together.

as your breathing finally started to even out, you glanced over at your boyfriend, who was watching you with that soft, starry-eyed look, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. he caught you staring and gave you a small, lopsided smile, reaching over to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “feelin’ better?” you nodded yes, still catching your breath, and leaned forward to press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, feeling the heat of his erection poke against your abdomen.

when you pulled back, you whispered, “i wanna do something for you, too. with you, to be exact.”

his eyes widened, that hint of pink deepening in his cheeks. for a second, he just stared, looking torn, like he was debating with himself. you could practically see the gears turning in his head, weighing his worry against his own need for you. then peter sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair, trying to muster his usual bravado.“okay, fine,” he finally relented, shifting to move on top of you carefully, his hand bracing by your side to avoid putting any pressure on your bandaged torso. “but if i hurt you—or if you start bleeding again—i’m… i’m wrapping you up in so much gauze you won’t be able to move,”

a/n: sorry if this sounded ooc… it’s been a while since i’ve written for peter </3

 fear-is-truth

[aventurineswife]

Ok I was thinking of something silly—

So, Reader is an Amphoreus native, but they’re also a draconic being disguising themselves as a human, very much like Dan Heng. (I was binge-reading classical myth stuff and this was partially inspired by it.)

Anyway, Reader, while living in Okhema, is also a veterinarian also researching chimeras. (The new little cat critters with horns, look up the tag hsr chimera if you don’t know what I mean, they’re SUPER cute!!) While treating a chimera that had gotten injured during a mishap, said chimera escapes and takes off into the marketplace with Reader chasing after it.

Dan Heng is in the area learning about customs from the locals when the chimera suddenly climbs up his leg and back to hide under his coat, and he probably screams and drops whatever he’s holding, more so out of shock; and Reader shows up to try and pry the critter off of him while apologizing for the trouble. (Trailblazer is NO help here, instead choosing to record the whole fiasco for the rest of the Astral Express crew to laugh at later.)

And once the chaos is over and the chimera is treated, Reader and Dan Heng finally get a good look at each other…and a good sniff discretely because ✨ d r a g o n s ✨ and their instincts.

From outside POV they’re just standing in place averting their gazes from each other while sneaking glances, but almost nothing gets past the Trailblazer lol.

Reader: 😳 (He’s handsome…and he smells nice.)

Dan Heng: 👀 (They’re pretty…and they smell nice.)

Trailblazer: 😑 (Are they really sniffing each other? In public?? IN FRONT OF MY FRUIT SALAD???)

Familiar Strangers

Summary: In the bustling marketplace of Okhema, you—a draconic being disguised as a human—chase after a mischievous Chimera that escapes your arms. The chaos ensues when the creature climbs up Dan Heng’s leg and hides under his coat, prompting an awkward and hilarious encounter. As you apologize for the trouble, the two of you exchange an unexpected connection, only for the Trailblazer to capture the moment for later amusement. Amidst the humor, a subtle and intriguing bond begins to form, bringing both of you closer through shared instincts and silent understanding.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Draconic Reader, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Awkward Moments, Humor, Quiet Connection.

Warnings: Mild humor, Awkward situations, Minor embarrassment, Slight tension (romantic).

It was another bustling day in Okhema, the marketplace filled with vendors and visitors alike. You, an Amphoreus native and a draconic being disguised as a human, were making your way through the streets with an injured Chimera in tow. The small-shaped creature, with its rounded body and bright eyes, was squirming in your arms. Its fur fluffed out around its legs, its small spiraled horn gleaming under the sun.

“Hold still, little one,” you murmured, trying to keep the squirming Chimera calm as you carefully examined its leg. You’d just finished treating the small creature’s injury, but now it was proving to be quite a handful. “You’re lucky this is just a scrape.”

Suddenly, with a burst of energy, the Chimera wriggled free from your grip, scampering off across the cobbled marketplace.

“Oh no!” You cursed under your breath, abandoning your medical bag and chasing after it. The little creature darted between stalls, zigzagging through the crowd as if it knew exactly where it was going.

As you pursued the elusive critter, you saw someone ahead—a tall, quiet figure observing the market customs from the side. Dan Heng, of course, you thought to yourself. Always in the background, always observing, and never fully immersed in the chaos of the world around him.

But today, it seemed, he was about to become an unwilling part of it.

The Chimera, in its frantic sprint, leapt up onto a nearby stall and straight into Dan Heng's path, climbing up his leg with all the grace of a creature that had clearly done this before. Dan Heng’s eyes widened in shock as the Chimera made its way up to his shoulder and disappeared beneath his coat with a loud, startled scream. The sound echoed through the marketplace, and a few heads turned in surprise.

It was then that you finally caught up to him, panting lightly. “I am so, so sorry!” you apologized, reaching up to gently pull at the hem of Dan Heng's coat, trying to pry the Chimera out. “It’s a mischievous little thing, I swear.”

Dan Heng froze, clearly flustered, his face turning slightly pale as his hand instinctively went to his coat. “What—?” His voice barely escaped in his usual calm, collected tone, but it was evident he was taken by surprise.

You chuckled nervously, the Chimera making small noises inside Dan Heng’s coat, clearly content in its new hiding spot. “You’re a good sport about this,” you said softly, trying to avoid eye contact. “They’re just... really excitable.”

The Chimera, apparently sensing the calm, poked its little head out from beneath the coat’s folds. It gave a small squeak and looked up at Dan Heng with big, wide eyes. It was hard not to feel an immediate connection with such an adorable creature, even if it was causing chaos.

Meanwhile, the Trailblazer stood off to the side, the camera in hand, recording the entire scene with a bemused grin. “This is going to make for great footage,” they muttered to themselves, already planning the inevitable teasing later.

With a bit of careful maneuvering, you finally coaxed the Chimera back into your arms. Dan Heng let out a sigh of relief, though his cheeks were faintly flushed. "I... was not expecting that," he admitted, his usual stoic demeanor cracked for a moment.

"I'm sorry again," you said with a sheepish smile, your hand awkwardly brushing your hair. "This little one does have a tendency to escape."

You both fell into a quiet moment, the commotion of the marketplace fading around you. You stood just a little too close, the air thick with the lingering scents of the day, yet there was something unspoken between you. A subtle, unacknowledged recognition.

Without thinking, you inhaled deeply, your instincts flaring—your draconic senses picking up on something unexpected. The air smelled... comforting. There was something familiar about it, though you couldn't quite place it. Dan Heng, for his part, was standing a bit too still, though you noticed his eyes flickering toward you briefly, before darting away.

His gaze met yours once more, this time a little longer, and you both seemed to freeze in place for just a second.

Dan Heng’s thoughts mirrored your own. There was something... strangely comforting about your presence. You smelled... like something familiar. Like home. His heart, however, did not want to acknowledge this feeling, so he let his gaze shift away once more, but his mind lingered on the inexplicable sensation.

Meanwhile, the Trailblazer, ever the observant one, tilted their head, watching the subtle exchange between the two of you. "Uh... are you two really sniffing each other out in public?" they asked, voice filled with unrestrained amusement. "In front of my camera?!"

Both you and Dan Heng jerked your heads in unison toward the Trailblazer, suddenly realizing what was happening. You both tried, and failed, to suppress the faint blush creeping up your necks.

"It's not—" You stammered. "We weren't—"

"Shush," Dan Heng muttered, looking as cool and detached as always, though there was an edge to his voice that made you both know he was flustered too.

The Trailblazer only smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "You two are so obvious. You know that, right?"

You looked back at Dan Heng, your heart suddenly racing. This was the first time you'd allowed yourself to notice the way your dragon instincts were reacting to another. Yet, the more you stood there, the more you realized how similar you were. Both of you hiding behind false facades, both carrying burdens from a past you'd rather forget.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you both shifted your gaze away, pretending the moment had never happened. The Chimera in your arms squeaked, its small horns twitching in the breeze as it tilted its head at you curiously, as if it, too, had sensed the connection.

"Well," you murmured softly, your voice barely a whisper. "It looks like you're okay now, little one."

Dan Heng nodded, his stoic expression slowly returning, but there was something different about him now. The distance between you both had shifted. And for the first time in a long while, both of you could sense the quiet bond forming between you.

[ashlynlovestlou]

it's kind of an old trend but i wanna do that thing where you walk up to ur bf/gf while they're doing something g like playing a video game or at a desk and straddling them and sitting on their lap for a hug and seeing what they do with abby:( she'd be so welcoming and ask if you were okay and give you the tightest squeeze!!! could you maybe write something with this? if not that's okay lovely !

this is so cute! i will absolutely write this. (i'm sorry it's so short)

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i can imagine gamer! abby sitting at her desk playing whatever game she's playing (i'll leave that up to your imagination). usually she spends her friday and saturday nights playing on her PC. except for the nights when you were with her. except for this one. she had just unlocked a new level that she was dying to play, and of course she felt awful when she asked if she could play while you were at her apartment. you just loved seeing your baby happy.

so that's how you ended up here; laying on abby's bed while her back is to you, her eyes and mind fixated on the computer screen in front of her. she was locked in, veiny hands and thick fingers prodding at the controller. her nose is scrunched and her eyebrows are fluffed up, intensely focused.

being bored while she plays, you'd seen the tiktok trend where people would sit on their partners lap and film their reaction, and you wanted to try.

so you shuffle out of her bed, leaving the warm sheets to trot over to her side. when you enter her peripheral she doesn't bat an eye, just staring at the screen. you shimmy in between her and the desk, putting your legs in each of the holes under the armrests.

you half expect her to get mad at you for interrupting her game time, but she doesn't. abby sits back in surprise, holding her controller in one hand as you situate yourself on her beefy thighs. she leans back to take you in, pressing pause on her controller.

"whats wrong, baby girl?" she coos, "you okay?"

you nod, burying your nose into the crook of her shoulder. she sits still for a moment, her heart beating in sync with yours. until she wraps her arms around your lower back, warm hands splaying across the expanse of your shirt. her warmth radiates through the material and you hum contently.

she kisses your forehead, setting the controller down and resting her chin on your shoulder, "want me to take a break?"

you chuckle, curling into her warmth some more, "it's okay. i just wanted to see how you'd react."

she rolls her eyes, chuckling by herself before picking up her controller again, "you're lucky i love you."

[finsplurtz]

noises — keigo.takami

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Keigo Takami

— contents : sensitive wings , handjob , no actual sex though implied , lots of noises , biting hickeys wtv , overstim , breeding implied maybe..

warnings : unwanted pleasure , lots of “stop”

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hawks loves to moan in your ear I’m sorry BUT ITS TRUE

you guys are gonna be cuddling, he’s laying on your chest, face nuzzled into your neck and you can like gently run your fingers across his back near his wings

“..mmh…” and he extremely slowly grinds up on you, so slow you almost don’t notice it. almost.

you touch at the base of his wings and massage them, he’s starts becoming noisy and whiny as hellll

“ahh..~! Hmnnn….” He’s panting like a dog and gripping your shirt

“you okay, love?” you ask and he’s sleepy asl he just grazes his teeth against your neck

you’re smiling to yourself like a maniac because his noises are so cute and he’s not afraid to let them out u wanna break him so bad

but you also want to be gentle and take care of him cause he’s your baby:(

you gently get him off of you and lay on your side to see him clearer.

“keigo baby… sleepy..?” He just nods and cuddles you closer hiding his face in your chest. You hold back a chuckle and continue to gently rub his back.

and the noises come back just more muffled.

“nnggh…~ mmh” you slide him up so you’re face to face with the blonde and look into his golden eyes.

you continue to massage his back and watch as he shudders at your touch, his eyes can’t stay open and his lips part slightly. He tries to hide himself but you shove your tongue into his mouth kissing him suddenly.

you dip one arm under him to continue touching his back while with the other you shove in his boxers and stroke his dick. he’s already moaning into the sloppy kiss, thrusting into your hand

“hmm…needy~” you coo going to bite into his neck.

“ah—! fffuck..!” he digs his nails into your shoulders, his wings twitch and he continues to moan and whimper into your ear.

he feels himself getting closer to coming, he tries pulling you off or getting your hand off him but you just continue to pump his throbbing cock.

“j-just like…that keep….g..going..~” he feels overwhelmed, the biting on his neck, his sensitive wings being caressed, the fast pace your hand has jerking him off.

“nnnhh.. imma..— AGH..!!” he let out a choked out moan as he came, his feathers fluffed up and he smiled going limp.

“uuughhh…ynnn…” he was catching his breath when he you started stroking again and he freaked out.

“ACK- YN STOPSTOP!! S..STOP AH~!!” his feathers sharpened and flapped going crazy, he squirmed and moaned even louder. you loved his sounds, you couldn’t stop

“your noises are so cute takami..” you say into his ear with a low voice. he’s quivering underneath you, trying to push you off. The overstimulation on his dick was driving him off the rails.

“haa-! fuckfuckfuck..~ sto..” he’s seeing stars, eyes struggling to stay open. you loved giving him unwanted pleasure, just to hear his whiny cries.

“I’ll fucking ruin you keigo..make sure you can’t walk tomorrow, those wings of yours will hurt from being touched so much..” his tongue lolled out, just the thought of it was making him weak for u.

You didn’t stop stroking him, it hurt quite a bit but the pain and pleasure mixed so well, he couldn’t get enough of it.

“yn p..please….” you slowed your pace and looked at his face, he was flushed and giving you the sluttiest fuck me eyes.

“I’ll give you my babies, pretty boy..”

a/n; plsss i will fuck him up UGHH

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[iheartjohnlennon]

The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - George   

Oopsies for any grammatical errors

A is for Aftercare (How he treats you after sex, what happens after sex, etc...) 

• George didn’t even know it had a name. He just thought it was common practice to be caring and giving after sex.

• He usually runs you both a shower, quick to support your body as he rinses and cleans you off. He’ll offer you a clean blanket after the act, just to be sure you feel comfortable and at ease. The bed will be all done up, fluffed pillows, enough space, all for you and him.

• Super, super sweet guy. If you wanted a drink he’d probably already have it ready at the bedside. 

     

B is for Body part (His favourite body part of yours) 

• George loves your eyes and mouth.

• He loves the way your eyes light up when you see something you like. The pretty gleam when you make eye contact with him has him weak in the knees. He feels like a lovesick dog.

• Your smile is so precious. He loves the way your teeth look, no matter how much you may dislike them. He thinks they’re perfect. 

• Your eyes and mouth are so beautiful to him...especially when you’re taking a mouthful of his cock with your eyes watering.

     

C is for Cum (Everything to do with cum!)

• George likes to cum in your mouth.

• He especially likes when you swallow his cum and don't spit it out. He likes the filthiness of that.

     

D is for Dirty secret (Something utterly filthy that he did and/or does/and or wants to do behind your back.)

• George wants to do anal but he thinks that you would think it's gross.

• He knows it'd feel way tighter than your cunt and he wants that feeling. With your consent and some lube, he'd be fucking you like a rabbit. George definitely teases the hole as well. It looks so cute, so tight, so warm - perfect for his cock. 

• George thinks doing anal things would make him feel more dominant. You'd be his bitch, taking it up the ass.

• He doesn’t know how to ask or tell you about it directly, so he usually gets off to the idea of it. He feels quite odd for liking it…maybe one day he’ll confide in you.

     

E is for Experience (How experienced is he?)

• Georgie has little experience, little knowledge, so he just finds his way. 

• He lost his virginity with his friends cheering him on in the next room, in a cold, dark room to a German prostitute, and he didn't last very long - I'm sure that says a lot!

• His thrusts are sloppy but he tends to hit your g-spot either way. But not due to expertise...it’s just because his cock is sizeable.

• But he’s a quick learner!! Tell him what feels good and he’ll do just that and improve.

     

F is for Favourite position (How he loves to fuck you)

• He's very much into doggy style. He likes having you face down, ass up on the edge of the bed as he pounds and ruts into you senselessly. It always makes him feel alive.

• It also gives him an excuse to dig his sharp teeth into your shoulder. He's so possessive like that. He also likes pulling your hair back as he fucks into you.

• It doesn't have to be all rough though, he can slow down and be all sensual.

• He has a big cock as well, that position is perfect for him and for you. 

     

G is for Goofy (How silly is he during sex?)

• He’s not really goofy or joking during sex. He thinks it’s too special to be joking.

• He thinks sex is a special bond between two people, and if he’s speaking or talking - it’s either him complimenting you, or saying pure filth.

     

G is also for Goal (What's his goal and/or dream in relation to sex.) 

• George just wants to make you cum.

• In fact George wouldn't care if he doesn't end up cumming, just as long you do - in the best, most drawn out, most satisfying, most toe clenching, most sheet drenching, most impregnating, most draining way possible.

     

H is for Hair (How well groomed he is, does the carpet match the drapes, etc..)

• George has a lot of pubic hair, especially around his balls. His hair peeks out below his navel, a cute little happy trail.

• It’s not bad, by any means, there’s just a lot of it.

     

I is for Intimacy (How romantic he is during sex, etc..)

• George is naturally very soft, very romantic and very kind.

• He doesn't always go all out with candles and rose petals and champagne but when he can he does.

• He always does a bit above the bare minimum though, there's no just going at it like bunnies - there'll always be a nice track on in the background, always foreplay.

     

J is for Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.) 

• If it’s his only means of getting off, he’ll do it. It ’s not his preferred choice, but if you’re not available, he has no other option.

• He has some photos of you that he uses. for his birthday, his gift to himself was booking you a photo shoot. The photographer was sworn to secrecy and told to destroy the film he had after it was processed.

• Those photos are kept in his billfold, always in his pocket and used during desperate times.

     

K is for Kink (One or more of their kinks in relation to you.) 

• George has a sub kink for sure, and though it's not often he lets you dominate him, he does love it when you're rough with him.

• He revels in you tugging at his hair, calling him names, riding him - sometimes that stuff just brings him a joy he can't put into words.

• So yeah, sometimes he just wants to be your bitch.

     

L is for Location (Favourite place to do the deed.)

• George definitely likes doing it in hotel rooms and all that jazz. He travels a lot, so of course hotel rooms are his natural favourite.

• He also has taken quite the liking to fucking you in the studio. Whenever anyone is out for lunch, he’s there dragging you to bend you over the amps and have his way with you.

     

M is for Motivation (What turns them on about you, gets him hard, makes him cum, etc..) 

• George is deeply turned on by your confidence and the way you carry yourself. Your self-assured attitude drives him wild.

• He loves it when you take the initiative, whether it's initiating a kiss, a touch, or suggesting new things to try in bed. Your boldness excites him.

• George is especially turned on when you affirm how good he makes you feel. Hearing you moan "it feels so good, Georgeeee" or praising his skills in bed just does it for him in so many ways.

     

N is for No (Turn offs, what pisses him off, etc..) 

• He dislikes very rough or overly aggressive behavior in bed. George prefers a more sensual and intimate approach to sex.

• George is also turned off by any kind of dishonesty or insincerity. He values genuine connections and can't stand it when things feel fake or forced.

     

O is for Oral sex (Does he prefer giving or receiving? How does he give, how does he receive?) 

• George will never admit this, but at his core he’s a slight bottom. He loves the attention he gets when you’re on your knees and gagging around his length.

• His hand usually cups your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin there as you stare up at him through your lashes.

• He loves the feeling of your mouth around him, the warmth and the wetness driving him crazy. The sensation of your tongue swirling around his tip makes him groan in pleasure. There's no feeling like it.

     

P is for Pace (Fast or slow? Rough or sensual? Ect.)

• George's pace tends to be slow and sensual, reflecting his desire to make each moment last and savour the connection with you.

• He prefers to take his time, exploring your body with deliberate and tender movements. He believes that building up the anticipation makes the climax even more satisfying.

• He’s not opposed to picking up the pace if you ask for it, but his natural inclination is to be gentle and loving.

• During more passionate encounters, his pace can quicken, becoming more intense and urgent, especially if he's particularly aroused or if you've been teasing him all day.

     

Q is for Quickie (His opinion on quickies, how often they happen, etc..)

• Obviously he doesn't hate them but would much prefer you to have sex that's comfortably timed.

• When they do occur, it's in desperate times, like he hasn't seen you in weeks or he can't get rid of a boner.

• He can finish quickly and fuck you hard so you don't possibly get caught.

     

R is for Risk (What kind of risks will they take.)

• George is cautious by nature and generally avoids situations that might lead to getting caught, preferring to keep your intimate moments private and sacred.

• However, he does have a bit of a spontaneous side. He enjoys the thrill of doing something unexpected, like pulling you into a quiet room during a gathering or surprising you with a passionate kiss in an empty hallway.

• George’s idea of risk is more about breaking routine than being public. He loves to surprise you with spontaneous intimacy at unexpected times, like when you’re in the middle of a conversation or doing something mundane.

     

S is for Stamina (How many rounds he can last, how quickly can they cum, etc..)

• George has a steady stamina; he might not go for marathon sessions, but he’s certainly capable of giving you a few solid rounds.

• He typically lasts a good amount of time, enough to make sure you’re fully satisfied before he lets himself go.

• He’s more about quality than quantity, focusing on making each round deeply satisfying rather than trying to stretch it out unnecessarily.

     

T is for Toys (Does he own toys, use them, what kind of toys, etc?) 

• George isn’t someone who naturally gravitates toward sex toys, but he’s not opposed to them either if you personally want to use them. He just won't engage because he trusts himself to give you pleasure.

• He’s more into the connection between the two of you rather than relying on...accessories.

     

U is for Unfair (How much does he like to tease you, how does he tease you, etc..) 

• George has a teasing streak, but it’s always playful rather than mean. He loves to draw out your pleasure, taking his time to get you worked up before giving you what you want.

• He enjoys the build-up, like whispering sweet, naughty things in your ear, lightly brushing his fingers over sensitive areas, or pulling away just when you think he’s going to give you more.

     

V is for Volume (How loud is he, what noises does he make, what does he say, etc..)

• George is relatively quiet during sex, preferring to express himself through soft moans, deep breaths, and quiet gasps.

• He’s not one for loud, vocal expressions, but the intensity of his breathing and the occasional groan lets you know just how much he’s enjoying himself.

• He loves hearing you, though, and your moans often encourage him to be a little louder, especially when you’re both close to climax.

• In those moments when he’s overwhelmed by pleasure, you might hear a slightly louder moan or grunt, but it’s always controlled and subdued.

     

W is for Wildcard (Random sexual headcanon.)

• George has a surprising playful side that comes out in the bedroom. He loves experimenting with sensory play, like using feathers or ice cubes to tease and stimulate your body, enjoying the mix of sensations and how they heighten your pleasure.

 

You shiver slightly - George is trailing an ice cube along the curve of your neck, watching intently as goosebumps rise on your skin. He smiles, leaning in to kiss away the cold trail he’s left, the contrast of his warm lips against your chilled skin sending a thrill through your body.

     

X is for X-ray (His cock.) 

• 7 inches, slim but not skinny, aaaannd not circumcised. (I want him so bad.)

       

Y is for Yearning (His sex drive, how much do they want you?)

• George's sex drive is somewhat understated but powerful. He might not be as overtly aggressive, but when he wants you, it’s an intense and all-consuming desire.

• He often finds himself thinking about you at the most unexpected times - while strumming his guitar, during a quiet moment in the studio, or even while out in nature.

     

Z is for Zzz (Sleep afterwards?)

• You and George go to sleep at roughly the same time because you both talk until you fall asleep. 

• You talk about anything really. Your day, the weather, your jobs, how good his cock just was - everything! 

• And sex doesn't always come before sleep. Sometimes you'll both decide to watch a movie before you drift off, or maybe you'll have a really late dinner.

Ringo, last but not least...

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[trombonechurchill]

Growing Sideways

BuckTommy, 930 words, rated G

Years of therapy and reflection and clawing himself out from under the chip left on his shoulder, Tommy was still his father's son. He was not someone to trust with fragile, gentle things.

Tommy brings Buck home after he gets his wisdom teeth out. Buck, more than a little high on anesthesia, lets a few thoughts slip that throw Tommy for a loop.

Read here or on AO3

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The smile Evan gave him when Tommy finally got him situated on the couch was beatific. At least, Tommy assumed it was directed at him. Evan's eyes were glassy from the leftover sedation and it was highly possible he was smiling dreamily at the wall behind him. Or maybe Tommy's ear.

"Come on, arms in, let's get you set up," Tommy said gently, herding Evan's wayward limbs with a patient smile, fending off more than a few seeming attempts at wandering hands as he fluffed pillows and tucked the blanket more securely around Evan's knees.

"Okay, doctor said you can have your next dose of pain meds in a few hours so until then we have applesauce, soup, and that whale documentary ready to go," Tommy said, plopping himself on the cushion next to Evan and hefting up the remote. The motion seemed to dazzle Evan for a extended, gossamer moment before foggy eyes drifted back to Tommy's face (ear).

"Gosh you're amazing," Evan said with a sigh, voice fuzzy around the gauze in his cheeks.

"The feeling's mutual, you have no idea," Tommy said softly, running a palm over Evan's hair and smiling fondly as Evan pressed into the motion like a cat.

"No, no, you're so amazing," Evan said, struggling and squirming against the pillow battlements Tommy might have gone a little overboard in setting up around him, a flailing hand coming to rest with a rather enthusiastic smack on Tommy's cheek, thumb dangerously close to inserting itself into Tommy's nostril in the process.

"Thank you, Evan-" Tommy started, already moving to disentangle Evan from where he was lovingly palpitating his cheekbones.

"So amazing, you take such good care of me." Tommy was startled to see tears forming in Evan's eyes as he gushed, his fight with Evan's hand momentarily forgotten as he moved to reach for Evan's face instead.

"Shh, hey, it's okay, I love it. I love taking care of you," Tommy said, brushing a thumb feather-light over the apple of Evan's already swollen cheek.

It had maybe been a mistake as Evan returned the gesture with far less grace and Tommy had to quickly reroute a few fingers before he lost an eye, patting Evan's hand affectionately.

"Wanna make a million babies with you," Evan hiccuped, undeterred by Tommy having snagged his hand, seemingly content to simply capsize against Tommy's chest, head coming to rest against his sternum.

Tommy laughed, shifting back to petting the back of Evan's head as he continued to mumble into his chest. "Not sure that's on the cards for us biologically, babe," he told Evan gently, carding his fingers through his head.

"Take such good care of me," Evan repeated again with another sigh. "You're gonna be such a good dad."

Tommy froze.

There was no doubt Evan and kids were some sort of inevitability. You only needed to spend a moment with him to see how badly Evan wanted a family, how fatherhood would make him glow.

No one looked at Tommy and saw a father.

It had been a cold comfort when he was younger, shoving pieces of himself back into the closet, to know that at least he'd never have to worry about that. Being like his father.

Evan was still pressed against Tommy's chest, heedless of how Tommy had gone still beneath him as his body went loose and pliant. Tommy levered him gently into a move comfortable position, taking in Evan's now slack face as he arranged them both on the couch, heart in his throat. He looked totally at ease, resting on Tommy's shoulder. It was terrifying.

Years of therapy and reflection and clawing himself out from under the chip left on his shoulder, Tommy was still his father's son. He was not someone to trust with fragile, gentle things.

Tommy wrapped one of Evan's curls around his finger, watching them twine together. Evan wanted kids, a family, a place to set all the love brimming inside him. And Tommy would ruin it. Sharp words and hard edges that he could never fully file away. Tommy's neurosis couldn't be so easily childproofed.

When he'd been five, Tommy had tried to fit into his father's shoes, tie wrapped untidily around his neck like a rip cord, gait unsteady as he practiced walking with the same spine straight steps as his father did.

He'd never gotten them to fit, his father had been a large man. But Tommy had learnt how to hold his spine rigid, how to walk and move in the way everyone wanted him to whether he liked it or not.

Tommy could never do that to someone else. To some other kid with Evan's eyes and open, bleeding heart.

But even as Evan flung his arm across Tommy's stomach with a snort, Tommy knew that wasn't why the comment had made him freeze. Fight, flight, or freeze, Tommy had always been a runner. But the idea of it, of a family, with Evan. It hadn't made him want to run.

Arguably, that was a lot scarier of a thought.

Because he could see it, unspooling in front of him with the same certainty when Evan had asked him for a second chance, to come to Howie's wedding, to come back to him. Because Tommy, with all his hard edges, the need to run, to hide, he wanted to stay.

"Why don't we talk about it when you're not high on Valium," he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of Evan's head.

Maybe some things were worth being scared for.

[tiny1ntheblu3]

g/t scenario from wattpad i wrote -.- the giant in this was supposed to be blind and hear the tiny through vibrations but that went meh

basically, borrower meets blind giant and his talkative parrot

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Journal Entry #3

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It's been about a month since the new tenant moved in, and over the weeks he's been here, I've noticed a few things:

He's a pred, but a weird one. He eats meat, but rarely. He could devour something my size in a single bite, but so far, he hasn't. I'd like to keep it that way.

He's blind, but not stupid.

I learned that the hard way. While I was out scavenging, he suddenly came out of his room, moving like he knew something was off. My heart nearly stopped. He walked straight to where I was, hands hovering just above the counter, fingers trailing over objects with a kind of precision that sent a chill down my spine. I would've been caught if not for the hole in the wall. He didn't see me, but he felt something was different. The way he listened to the air, how he turned his head slightly like he was focusing on the smallest of sounds... Yeah. I need to be more careful.

He cannot cook to save his life.

For a being of his size and stature, you'd think he could at least make soup. But no. I watched him fumble through a meal, forgetting half the ingredients, nearly setting his sleeve on fire, and leaving the stove unattended. It was so bad, I had to intervene. I waited for him to step away, then rushed in to salvage what I could. The first time, I thought I'd just add a little salt. The second time, a few herbs. Now... now I'm practically cooking for him. I tell myself it's just self-preservation. If I have to share his food, it might as well be edible.

The worst part? He notices.

At first, I thought I was in the clear. But lately, I've caught him pausing before eating, tilting his head like he's... testing something. He sniffs at his food more. He lingers by the counter, fingertips brushing over surfaces like he's checking if something's out of place.

And then there's Yapperson.

A white, fluffy, loud-mouthed traitor. I threw a sunflower seed at him once to shut him up, and now we have an unspoken agreement: I leave him snacks, and he doesn't snitch. But I think he's getting too comfortable with our arrangement.

Because today, when the giant sat down to eat, Yapperson fluffed up and proudly announced,

"Little thief! Little thief!"

I nearly dropped the spoon I was holding. My entire body froze.

The giant paused, spoon halfway to his mouth. He turned his head slightly, listening.

Then, in the most casual voice imaginable, he repeated, "Little thief, huh?"

My pulse was thundering. I stayed absolutely still, praying he wouldn't suddenly swipe a hand across the counter. His fingers twitched, hovering just a little longer before finally moving away.

Yapperson, bless his cowardly heart, ruffled his feathers and muttered, "Not tellin'."

That was the only reason I got out of there alive. But now I know for sure—the giant suspects something. And worse? I think he's testing me.

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It's been about a month since I moved into my new apartment, and I can't shake the feeling that something is... different.

At first, I thought I was losing it. My cooking has always been a disaster, but lately, it's been less of one. At first, I chalked it up to dumb luck. But the more I paid attention, the more I noticed the changes—tiny, subtle adjustments to my meals.

Spices I don't remember adding. Ingredients I swore I forgot, somehow made their way into my meals. And—most suspiciously—my food actually tastes good.

Which leads me to one explanation.

I think I have a borrower.

I've heard rumors. Tiny people who live in walls, sneaking around, borrowing things humans don't notice are missing. I never thought I'd have one in my home. But what other explanation is there?

The first time it happened, I left a bland soup on the counter to cool. When I came back, the flavor had changed. I thought I had imagined it. But after the third, fourth, and fifth time, I started testing it.

I began leaving things out on purpose—missing spices, half-prepared meals, and minor adjustments that only someone interfering would notice. And each time, the results were the same.

My food improved.

I kept quiet about it. I didn't want to scare them off. If they really were a borrower, I had no idea how to approach them without making them flee. But today, Yapperson—my fluffy little snitch—decided to call them out.

"Little thief! Little thief!"

I froze.

I hadn't taught him that.

Which meant he heard it from somewhere.

I tilted my head slightly, listening for anything out of place. The air felt... charged. Like someone was holding their breath.

I exhaled slowly. "Little thief, huh?"

Nothing.

But that silence was enough of an answer.

And then, in a rare moment of loyalty, Yapperson ruffled his feathers and muttered, "Not tellin'."

A grin tugged at my lips. Interesting.

I didn't push it. My little guest, if still here, would probably be scared stiff. But now I had proof.

I have a borrower.

And I don't want them to leave.

--Journal Entry #4

I've made a mistake.

A huge mistake.

I got comfortable. Too comfortable. I let my guard down, and now... now I don't know if I can fix it.

It started like any other night. The giant had abandoned another pot of barely edible soup, and I—being the fool I am—decided to step in again. He'd left the kitchen, the apartment was silent, and I figured I had a few minutes to work.

I was wrong.

I was on the counter, carefully adjusting the seasoning, when I heard the softest shift of fabric. The kind you wouldn't notice unless you were listening for it.

I froze, my heart slamming against my chest.

And then I heard it.

The giant's slow, purposeful steps.

I didn't even hear him move, but I knew he was there. I could feel it in the air. He wasn't looking directly at me, but I could tell he was listening intently, the way his head tilted slightly, his posture still and focused. He had to know something was different. I held my breath, praying I wouldn't make a sound.

And then—disaster.

Yapperson, the feathery betrayer, hopped onto the counter next to me and let out a chirp of betrayal.

"Little thief!"

I cursed under my breath. My body stiffened.

The giant's head turned toward the sound. He didn't need sight to track the noise. I could tell from the way his movements shifted that he was listening, focusing.

He let out a small, amused sound—almost a chuckle. "Little thief, huh?" His voice was quiet and thoughtful.

I froze. I'm caught.

But no—he didn't lunge, didn't swipe the counter with his hands. Instead, his fingers hovered near the edge, pausing as if he were considering something. I didn't know what he was thinking. Was he just confirming it? Was he playing along?

"Not gonna bite," he muttered to himself, and I heard him take a small step back.

I stayed perfectly still, afraid to even breathe.

A moment passed. Then, softly, almost tenderly, he spoke again. "I just want to know you're alright. I'm not gonna hurt you."

That wasn't what I expected.

I blinked, still hidden behind the salt shaker. He wasn't threatening me—he was... understanding. He didn't sound angry or confused, just... neutral.

Yapperson, the little traitor, ruffled his feathers and perched on the giant's shoulder, chirping again—though this time he just mumbled something like, "Not tellin'."

I watched the giant, trying to figure him out. He stood there, silent for a moment, waiting. His hand was still, palm up, in an open gesture, almost like he was offering me something.

I didn't know what to do. The air was thick with unspoken questions. Could I trust him? Was he just pretending to be harmless?

But there was something in his posture—he wasn't closing in on me, wasn't trying to trap me. His voice was calm, and his presence, while imposing, didn't feel like a threat.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, I made my decision.

I took a step forward, just enough to be sure he could hear me. "I'm... I'm not here to cause trouble," I said, my voice small and shaky.

The giant paused, then lowered his hand, smiling softly to himself. "I figured." He didn't sound surprised, just... thoughtful.

"I'm not going to force you out," he added. "But if you need anything, food, or just someone to not mess with your meals, I'm here."

My pulse was still racing, but I couldn't help feeling a strange sense of relief.

Yapperson fluttered up to the giant's head, squawking proudly. I could've sworn he gave me a knowing look.

The giant turned away, whistling quietly to himself. "I'll leave some food out for you. Just don't make a habit of stealing it."

I didn't respond. Instead, I just slipped back into the walls, retreating to safety.

I couldn't believe it.

The giant didn't seem scared, didn't seem angry. And for some reason, that... felt oddly comforting.

Maybe, just maybe, things could work out between us.

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[mochiwrites]

SCARIAN PARENTHOOD ARC????? I just saw that post Mochi PLS make this canon this is so fucking sweet ;~; grrgrhhhhhhh that would be so adorable 😭

canon you say? 👀

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Of everything Grian expected from this day upon waking up with a snoring husband in his ear, a secret breach was not a part of the list. Trying to break into Mumbo’s vault, restock The Entity, get Hotguy’d by Scar, all typical occurrences. Searching the server far and wide for a strange anomaly that got past the firewall? Not even close to a thought on his mind.

Still, here he is, checking around the Rift for any strange or unusual entities. Grumbot Prime beeps behind him, watching as he looks over the shifting portal. He doesn’t see anything too unusual upon a surface level gleam of the place.

Up above, he hears the telltale flap of an elytra, along with a call of his name. Looking up, he spots Scar gliding into the cave, landing nearby. “There you are! I swear you took off like a rocket as soon as Xisuma finished explainin’ everything!” Scar heaves a breath as he pauses to catch it. “Have you found anything?”

Grian steps back from the Rift as he shakes his head. “Not yet. I was just about to open my Eyes to search for anything that’s hiding,” he answers. Easily does he slip his hand into Scar’s, lacing their fingers together. “What about you?”

Scar’s lips tilt low in a light frown. “I checked by the Elven Tree and Cookie Emporium but couldn’t find a thing,” he sighs, squeezing Grian’s hand. “Was just about to check Scarland if you’re willing to come along?” His voice carries something hopeful in it, making Grian smile despite the pile of nerves that sit in his stomach.

There’s only a handful of things that can break through a server as strong as Hermitcraft, and Grian has every reason to fear it.

“Yeah,” he answers. “Let me do a quick sweep of the place first.” Grian leans toward Scar to press a kiss to his cheek before looking back toward the Rift. He shuts his eyes with a quiet exhale, internally flipping the switch of his Watcher magic. Keeping his normal eyes shut, a ring of purple eyes float around his head, painting his view in a mix of code and a lavender tinted haze.

He hears Scar mutter beside him, “hot.” Grian promptly elbows him, the feathers of his wings fluffing. Scar laughs in return, although the sound is a little breathy.

Ignoring the distraction of his husband, Grian scans the Rift. Almost immediately is he overwhelmed with the strings of code before him, making him wince. He’ll be feeling that later in the form of a killer headache. But that’s a problem for future Grian. Present Grian has a completely different problem at hand. Lying within the code of the Rift is lines of broken numbers, a small hole. The numbers flicker in and out, and Grian swallows thickly.

“Well,” he starts, voice weak, “I’ve figured out how the anomaly got in.” Guilt already starts to flood him, as he realizes this is his fault. Who knows what he’s gone and accidentally allowed in. Stupid.

“That’s great!” Scar cheers, though one look at Grian’s uneasy expression and he wilts. “Or… maybe not?”

Grian doesn’t answer, Eyes still reading through the ruined code. He picks up on some kind of trail of numbers, and realizes it’s traceable. His eyes open and he looks at Scar. “I think I know where it is.”

Scar squeezes his hand again, a silent reassurance of I’m here. “Lead the way, G.”

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Of all places, they’re brought to a forest not so far from Scarland. The warped numbers twist around the leaves and branches, creating an easy enough trail for Grian to follow. They walk along a path as they look around, keeping an eye out for anything strange.

They come to a small clearing within the forest and that’s when they find their anomaly. Sitting by a pond is a little girl who looks no older than six. On her back are two little wings, the feathers in a complete state of disarray. She wears what looks like an old dress, tattered and singed at the edges. Bandages cover her hands and arms, and she has some light scrapes and bruises.

Grian and Scar share a look before they look back at the child. He gestures for Scar.

“Uh—hello there!” Scar begins, sounding a bit unsure.

The girl startles, her wings fluffing up as she whips her head toward them. Her eyes widen with fear as soon as she sees them, hurrying to her feet.

“Wait!” Scar exclaims as she goes to run. However, he doesn’t have to do much for she trips and lands on the ground with a pained cry. He looks at Grian, who wears a similar expression of concern. Scar looks at the girl again, taking a few small steps toward her. “Are you okay?”

Hastily, she pushes herself up onto her knees, wings opening in an attempt to make herself bigger. Her big brown eyes are filled with tears, expression tight in terror. “S-Stay away!” she shouts, her voice shaking and wet. “I don’t wanna go back!”

“Go back?” Scar repeats, confused, taking another small step forward. “We’re not gonna make you—”

“I said s-stay away!” she yells again, her eyes flashing purple. Grian’s breath catches at the sight of it, and if he needs further evidence of this little girl’s identity, she looks right at him. Afraid. “H-He’s gonna bring me back! He has the big scary eyes like all the others do!”

Grian thinks he’s going to be sick.

“What?” Scar looks over at Grian, confused. He stares at the avian for a second before his eyes widen in realization. “G, your magic thingy! Make them go away!”

Right, he didn’t shut his Eyes—that’s what’s scaring the poor kid even more. Letting them close, he feels a soft pressure against his skull, and Grian grimaces. Lovely time for a headache. Pushing that aside, he looks at the girl. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologizes. “They can’t reach you here, I promise.”

She still looks afraid, and Grian winces.

“Why don’t we introduce ourselves, hm?” Scar smiles at her as he sits down on the ground. “I’m Scar, and this lovely man right here is Grian. We’re members of Hermitcraft, the server you’ve stumbled into,” he introduces cheerfully as Grian sits beside him. “What’s your name?”

“I…” the girl begins, though her eyes well up with tears. “I don’t remember…”

“Hey, hey, that’s alright! Why don’t you pick a nickname to be called for now?” Scar’s smile doesn’t waver, staying warm and gentle as he speaks to her. He never fails to amaze Grian, truly. Scar really is a wonderful man.

The girl blinks at Scar, looking confused. “A… nickname?” she asks.

“Yeah! It can be whatever you want, we just need a name to call you by,” Scar explains. “Everyone deserves a name.”

Her expression scrunches as she tries to think of a nickname, deep in thought. Grian can’t help finding the sight adorable, watching her wings twitch. “I… I wanna be called Sunny,” she decides on, and the smile Scar gives her is so bright.

“I think that’s an amayzin’ choice, Sunny!” He grins at her, watching the way her eyes light up. “Do you think you could tell us what happened to you, Sunny? You said you didn’t want to go back… did you run away from someone?” The two of them already know the answer to this, but they have to be sure.

Sunny flinches at the question, her wings folding tightly to her back as her shoulders rise. The tears are quick to return as she looks down at her lap, shaking. “T-They… they were really tall and had a-all these big wings…” she sniffles. “They w-were really scary… and they’d m-make me do training that really hurt…”

Grian’s hands curl into tight fists, some protective feeling clawing at his chest. Just hearing how trembly her voice is leaves Grian’s blood boiling. Seeing how little she is, knowing what the Watchers are like, his heart cracks. Judging by the hitch in Scar’s breath he has the same reaction, the man frowning.

“I-I’m sorry,” the little girl apologizes, looking up at the two of them as she sniffles. “Please don’t t-tell Them I’m here..! Don’t make me go b-back! I just… just wanted to see the sun…” Her tiny wings wrap around herself as she trembles, and Grian feels his heart breaking in half. She looks so small and afraid, he can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for someone at her age.

“It’s okay,” Grian’s speaking before he thinks, avian instincts crying for him to protect her. “No one here is going to make you go back. Not if I have anything to say about it.” There’s a stubbornness to his voice that catches him off guard, and he can feel Scar’s eyes on him. For the moment he ignores it, focusing only on soothing the scared child before him. He’s not good with kids like Scar is, but he’s sure going to give it his best shot. “Hermitcraft is a safe place for runaways like us. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

Sunny stares at him with open surprise, her brown eyes shiny as new tears start to form.

Scar doesn’t bother hiding his own shock from Grian, but he quickly covers it up after, keeping it for much later, when it’s just the two of them together. For now, he nods earnestly in agreement, “You’ll be safe here, promise. Once we explain everything to our admin I’m sure he’ll have no problem with you staying!”

Grian watches as the girl begins sniffling before her little wings flutter and she’s flying right into them. It catches both of them off guard, Grian’s own wings flaring as he and Scar hurry to catch her. She presses her face into Scar’s shoulder as she shakes and cries and Grian looks at his husband. He sees the same protective gleam within the depths of his eyes, and Scar nods at him.

They’re going to do whatever it takes to make sure she stays here.

[sugar-petals]

Hey there!

Can you please kibbie type txt?,

Im very confused about their kibbie type especially yeonjun and beomgyu.

TXT Kibbe Body Types ♡

finally figured them out! enjoy the analysis. this time i used more hyperlinks not to crowd the post with images.

yeonjun - PURE CLASSIC

such a rare type! no wonder it's so hard to find his ID, plus his stylists dress him like a gamine (berets + wildly dyed/stripe hair = very G). but in reality, he is the clean aesthetic. a man with a perfect face and moderate to tall height. not an extremely towering frame like soobin, nor petite. perfectly balanced. Ns are also moderate and he has a little kibbe width, but N clothes usually give him sweater paws and pile on the body, making him look like another person. so, no blunt yang, more classic = oval (his face especially). where gamines have bones like short Ds, classics are "tame" sharp yang. it shows in his squarish shoulders. he's not a DC, though. his clothes are best 100% symmetrical like he is. at 1st i thought he's a gamine, but cropped lines are meh. a classic only needs a simple dress shirt to seduce you. gamine chaos patterns are too cluttered.

his red carpet looks rarely miss the mark: most regular evening menswear/suit and tie is all pure C. yeonjun's ideal look is: restrained. when you see him in a trench coat (the DC and D item incarnate), it's already too much to handle. put it on DC taehyung, he walks like he owns it! pure C has a less powerful frame and goes for vests > coats. as for ruling out the other subtype: soft classic morphs his face into someone else like romantic does. we're looking for "that's so yeonjun". he has lip injections, his mouth is much more balanced and less yin/pouty in its natural state. instead, he is the true midpoint of all the 13 types. a simple head to toe tux boosts his vertical line and matches his proportions well. gentlemanly clarity of lines.

huening kai - FLAMBOYANT NATURAL

signature fur coat: that's how you spot the N types! hyuka has width with added narrowness throughout his body, and quite some vertical at 6'0. he looks powerfully built with a rectangular, zero curve bodyline, like a block, straight down the torso and legs. his face's angles are not sharply, intimidatingly taut like a dramatic: they look softer, but it's actually N bluntness (think Gigi Hadid). same with the shoulders. not angular and bony like D, G, and C types. FN is a friendly giant, and can look "cute" up close. mind you, he just turned of kibbe-typeable age (22+). he still matures into his type.

besides wearing heavy, hard-hitting fabrics well, he thrives with a head to toe look. doing line breaks gamin-style goes against his harmony. dramatic and classic are too formal, awkwardly narrow or off size. D and SD fall flat, looking so serious. FN needs room to breathe, fluffed, bountiful hair and knit/rougher textures: bomber jackets, jeans, so charming on him! vice versa, romantic styles make him look like a child; he wears R fabric and curls often because pure R is TXT's concept, but it needs a bolder approach. SN yields a waist emphasis he doesn't require (belts do nothing for FN), and pure N is just regular-degular, doesn't really do it for his face. add some dramatic structure and deep colors and it works perfectly.

beomgyu - SOFT CLASSIC

D and N clothing are oversized on him and don't make his face pop, while R and G styles have too much distracting detail or become fuzzy: he's too tall to be that yin, either way. that leaves us with classic! his face is taemin-like, very lavish, but he has a more streamlined frame than a small TR, which would have been my first thought for beomgyu. compare the hands, though: TR taemin has soft, full, small fingers (R), while beomgyu's hands are elegantly sculpted, neither small nor huge (C). typing hands is underrated (pics easy to find + hardly any surgeries/filters/makeup on them)!

many classic category clothes really do look so neat on him, it's amazing. there's a reason why he's only marginally smaller than pure C yeonjun, who is his type neighbor. but beomgyu heavily benefits from SC waist emphasis/tucking shirts while pure classic and dramatic classic are not fitted enough, and even too long for him. asymmetry and leather edginess (= for sharp subtypes + dramatics) is not his cup of tea. yin subtypes are always less vertical, need gentler fabric, more flowing hair. gosh, soft classics are such perfect creatures.

taehyun - FLAMBOYANT GAMIN

just like his infinitely versatile fashion style, taehyun is an unpredictable mix of many types like one would expect of an FG. e.g. rounded jawline with sharp lip corners: a wild combination of essences. we see some soft, deer-like, youthful R features, some narrow/angular D in the bones, some muscly N tonedness (that already tells us in which subtype direction it goes). compact, but chiseled. like a petite dramatic type. not ultra small, femme-leaning, waist-emphasis-heavy like SG, and too much natural yang for pure G. pure G is only D + R, while FG is actually D + R + N.

the way taehyun drowns in casual clothing baekhyun-style already told me he's a gamine at one glance. the way he can wear showy TR clothing with insane decor proves his flexibility but penchant for small detail. patterns are a Gs best friend, as is the highschool uniform. line breaks work 100%, but he can also do a heeled head to toe black - FG has an elongated D undercurrent. this ID has the widest fashion range. taehyun reminds me of jonghyun a lot, and FG is his type. and a little j-hope frame-wise, FGs may have incredibly varied features but among each other, they are surprisingly familiar!

soobin - SOFT DRAMATIC

any D type is hard to miss. at 6'1, soobin has to be D, SD, FN; tiny chance of DC. next to broad FN hyuka, his narrow D bones and rectangular shoulders are obvious, and he eclipses the classics yeonjun/beomgyu. baggy natural styles hide him, the pants wind up too wide. gamine with its prints and patterns becomes a fuss since you have to size up the clothing to fit his yang proportions —mixed G materials don't work either — and the classic tux is too short. romantic type, 0 chance. (kibbe declared some 6'1 celebs as Rs in the past... they're mistypes. Rs are small/moderate as they are yin, the opposite of D. they could never border 6'2, ever).

and, easy tell: most male SDs are infuriatingly underdressed, and aren't fazed by diamonds whatsoever. stage uniforms, fantastic on soobin! his stylists try to put dark C clothes with long trousers on him, give him the gamine fuzzy bowlcut, and call it a day. little do they know who's hiding underneath all that... a stunning SD slayer. i did consider pure D, but if you put some nice silk fabric on him, it's just beautiful. only harsh angles all the time gets boring, even if it does have its desired effect. he can handle accessories so well, too. pure D cannot. if you upsize TR clothes with glitz and glam, he rocks it.

thanks for requesting @miraculousmayad! i love txt.

[w2hoonki]

p.j | kiss kiss kiss

MDNI !

as the performance ended your core clenched with need and desire for your husband who was just on the screen. everything about the video had your body heat with desire. the way his hair was curled, his outfit, his jawline, and boy the way he danced had you drooling at the tv.

"baby i'm home" jay called out to you. you shut off the tv and smiled at him. he still had his hair up the way he had it in the performance. he pulled you into a kiss and held you tightly. "i missed you so so much babes" he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you. he put all of his things down and carried you to your shared room.

when he sat you on the bed he walked into the bathroom, in need of a shower. as soon as you heard the showers groan against the walls you turned back on the performance and slowly grinded into the bed. you wanted to wait for jay but you also wanted to tease him. your hips pushed harder against jay pillow as you imagined him dancing with you on him, especially when he exposed his waist to the crowd.

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel fluffing out his hair and fully bare for your eyes to see. he walked in with a grin and watched as you humped your pillow pathetically. "someone's needy" jay chuckled out at you. your thighs tightened around the pillow as your arousal dampened the cover of the pillow.

"need help?" jay asked as the bed dipped down with his weight. your thighs shook in pleasure as his eyes on your body wandered. you moaned out as his hands touched your body with grace and lust. his hands started to grope and squeeze around your waist leading your hips up and down harder against your pillow. your hair was messed up along with your face, the room felt hot and lustful for both people in the room. he watched with need and desire filling his orbs.

"lemme help you pretty girl" he said while slipping off your bottoms. his fingers slipped into your core fast and harsh as his speed increased loud moans left your mouth. your hands and thighs shook in pleasure as he fingered you harder and harder. his pace grew until you were releasing all over his fingers.

he placed you on your back and slowly slid into your tight hole. the stretch was always painful due to the thickness of his cock but you moaned out and took it. his hands gripped your thighs harder as he bottomed out and was fully inside of you. your moans turned into whimpers as he repeatedly hit your g-spot just over and over again. your fingers griped tightly into his black locks as his thrusts became more and more pleasuring to your hole.

"im getting close already" he moaned out with groans and gasps. he was vocal with you when  you fucked you hard but what made him hotter every single time was when he panted out into your ear and let out explicitives whenever he got close.

before you knew it you were cumming hard around his cock. his cock continued to fill you as you came as he milked his orgasm. "you liked the dance that much huh?" he asked while speeding up his pace again. your head dropped as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, abusing your spot. his hands gripped onto your hips as his pace became even faster as he built you up to your high once again.

"ohmygod!" you moaned out as his hands wandered their way to your clit, rubbing forcefully and hard. your moans started to fill the room along with the hard slapping between his hips and your ass. small whimpers exited your lips as his pace increased as his high was coming farther along.

"oh jay i'm so so close!" you begged out as he stopped rubbing your clit. his pace was sloppy and harsh as he fucked you the way you  had wanted. "feel good huh?" he asked you while smirking. his eyes wandered across your body as he saw what he was doing to you. your moans turned into whimpers as your high was taking over your body. your thighs shook as he continued his harsh pace into your hole. jay thrusted once more before he had you cumming hard around his cock and as he pushed himself all the way in so he could fill you to the brim with his cum.

when he pulled out slowly you still felt his length inside of you as he was so large. your hands rubbed against his chest as he stared at you with bedroom eyes. he gripped your chin as he kissed you hard and plunged his tongue into your mouth. your noises stopped as he sucked hard onto your bottom lip. your whimpers were loud as he started harshly groped your thighs and chest. his fingers played with your nipples as you kissed his harder and groans filled the room as he slowly tongue fucked your mouth. your eyes wandered to his hair where it was curly less than an hour ago.

"did the dancing turn you on?" he asked laughing. you nodded as his smile grew.

[queenothegeeks]

Creator with coping mechanisms

part 2! Part one can be found here (pls let me know if the link doesn’t work I’m doing this on my phone and I’m d y i n g)

Even the creator gets stressed, so, how do you relax?

A creator who cooks or bakes to deal with stress

After a very stressful day of meeting important dignitaries and public figures, you felt like settling down, reading a recipe or making something from memory to remind you of home. Maybe you have music playing in your head or maybe it’s just empty, feeling comfortable doing something you love

Maybe giving the food you make to other characters in the game, or you hand them out to random people, like kids from the house of the hearth.  Or maybe you just sit and eat it all for yourself (which, is valid, bc tbh I don’t want anyone else eating my food)  

Hey (insert character)! I made too much of this and I was wondering if you wanted some! I hope you like it!

Hey Timme, I'm really sorry for scaring away all the birds, but I made an extra loaf of bread for you to feed them with, is that okay? 

Creator who writes stories or fanfiction as a coping mechanism (me) 

Finding it hard to sit down and write, even though you really want to. Maybe it's the environment or the people that you are with, but once you get into the zone, the world just disappears. 

Maybe you write the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed, with found family and just silly moments with your characters (oc or not), or perhaps you write the saddest things known to god that make even the most heartless of characters cry

“Are you…are you crying”

(sniff, sniff) NO! Maybe…” 

“Are you okay? Why are you crying”

“I stole-borrowed your notebook because I was worried about you (they wanted more intel or smt idk) and I started reading it. And it's really sad WHY ARE YOU WRITING SUCH SAD STUFF?”

“WHY ARE YOU READING MY NOTEBOOK!?” 

A creator who embroiders to relax (don't @ me pls i've never embroidered) 

You didn't tell anyone about it, knowing that someone would try to convince you to make business out of it (probs Dori) but after you had to ask for a few bandages after you poked your hand on your needle, the cat was out of the bag. 

“But we could sell it for a ton! We could even send a few things to museums! …if you want ig”. 

“Thanks, I'm good…”

“Why not!?”

(Don't threaten them with needle Dont threaten them with needle Don’t threaten them with needle-)

Or if you get lucky, maybe they just ask you to make them something instead of making a glorified pyramid scheme. 

“Can you make something for me?”

“You should work with Chiori!”

“Can you embroider me!?”

… Yeah maybe this isn't much better.

Chaos demon! (Arson with klee 2.0!)

“Are they okay..?”

“Let them have this”

“Sir, their grace is setting everything on fire”

“Its fine”

Let me know if I missed any habits in the comments! Remember, if you see any spelling mistakes, no you didn’t.