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quimichi · 3 months

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I Read Your Twisted Wonderland 'When You Wake Him Up With Nonsense" and Wanted To Ask If We Can Get One With The Staff(With Staff!Reader) and RSA(With RSA!Reader)? 🥺

Feel Free To Ignore😭

Love You❤️ And Have a Great Day!

"=⌕ YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH NONSENSE / pt. 2

⌕ pt. 1 here

warnings: bad writing, as usual, some characters may seem ooc, I apologize, pet names, some might dislike those

summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night with some nonsense

characters: RSA, NRC Staff and Rollo x GN!Reader

word count: 1,995

a/n: some are shorter or longer, it's just that I find some characters hard to write or I write them like I view them :) I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A VEEEERY NICE DAY TOO!

Chenya

The sound of your voice draws his attention to you. His breath hitches as he tries to stay asleep. He does not respond, instead he remains still as a statue. It is as if he wants to hear every word you have to say. And he wants to keep sleeping.

"Chenya, Chenya, Chenya, Chenya...Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker." Your voice cuts through the quiet. Your words pull him out of a dream.

He opens his eyes, and he looks straight at you and whines. "Why you gotta pull my full naaaaame...jus' wanna sleeeep..." "Yesterday I saw a motorcycle on the sun kissing the curtains in a cow." He blinks, utterly baffled by your words. His brow furrows and he is at a complete loss with how to respond. Finally, he settles on a simple and tired, "Wha-?" "What I said." You are utterly illogical. It makes it nearly impossible for him to comprehend you.

Your mind is fascinating, weird. You're fucking dumb sometimes.

His lips twitch upwards. That's why he loves you.

"You make no sense, ya know." He signs hard, rubbing his eyes. "And ya woke me up for that bullshit...you gotta pay me back, you better."

Neige

The sound of your voice is so familiar, and the words hit him like a wave of cool air while he's asleep. His body shifts as he starts to respond in the depths of his sleep.

"Wha-" He starts to say, his words faltering on the cusp of waking. "Cutie are you...is everything okay?" he asks groggily, a bit of sleep still clinging to him. If he could blush in his slumber, he would have been scarlet in shame for how his words slurred and garbled on his tongue. He slowly sits up, looking more worried than ever.

"I just saw a chicken picking up McDonald's at the gas station for detention." The words catch him off-guard once more, and he stares at you with a small confused smile on his face. He tries to process what you've said, but finds it impossible without more explanation.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he tilts his head to the side, looking way to adorable for his own good. His confusion soon gives way to a brief chuckle, and he smiles widely and nods, still processing your words.

"That's such a nice story!...You should tell me the ending tomorrow though..." and with that he pulls you back against him and pets your head gently before both of you fall back asleep. He's still confused tho...

Rollo

He begins to stir, slowly waking to consciousness. His eyes dart around the room, his vision blurred and unfocused as he sits up. "Mmm, yes?" Rollo could never be mad if you woken him up for a reason, a good reason.

"I forgot to tell you that the telephone told me about the flying elephant with rainbow eyes and silver shoes." Rollo raises one eyebrow at first, thinking you're playing a trick on him. The joke is too outlandish to be real. Even this is to stupid for you.

But seeing that you're serious, he has no idea what to say. He is speechless. Oh...so you are that dumb huh? At this point the lord can't save him anymore.

"Is...that so?" he finally asks. "Yes!" Rollo stares at you incredulously as you continue. Every detail you describe is nonsensical and unrealistic. But his gaze remains firmly fixed on yours, and his thoughts are blank.

He struggles to understand why you woke him up. Is this a game? He is utterly puzzled. And his annoyance is starting to seep in. But the look in your eyes is magnetic, and it is difficult for him to hold his frustration. He sighs, "You...you are truly one of a kind, are you aware of that?" But Rollo can't help but smile at you, you just had to turn his life upside down, huh?

Crowley

He stirs slightly, his eyes blinking slowly open. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes you are next to him and closes it again. His expression is soft and delicate, like your presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, and all he can focus on is you. You'd be surprised, moments of his adoration aren't that rare.

"What is it?" he asks with a slight yawn, his voice still soft and sleepy. "So like, I cooked us a clock with sprinkles of snow and the clock then when away with the pan because of their date at the baseball doctor." In spite of his tired mood, he bursts into laughter. A hearty, full-bellied laugh that only he would be so amused by such ridiculous, nonsensical statements.

"Ah, my love. It seems you have discovered the wonders of a dream," the headmaster chuckles, running his fingers curiously through your hair. For a moment he ponders about what other kinds of nonsense you would utter, if this is what your brain conjures just during your sleep.

He chuckles again in amusement. "Do go on," he encourages you, still looking through you with a light in his eyes. "Did the clock turn into a frog? Did the frog wear green boots and sing rock songs in kitchen utensils?" He's amused, but he also wants to know.

Crewel

As you call to him, you can see his eyelids twitch underneath. Your voice seems to permeate his dreams. There is no immediate answer as his eyes flutter in a way that seems to indicate that he's trying to force himself awake but still struggles to do so. He turns onto his back, his head tilting towards the sound of your voice. After a moment, he finally manages to open his eyes with a low groan. His hand reaches for his forehead and rubs it, as though he's suffered from a particularly intense headache. But once he sees you, he stops, his eyes brightening at the sight of your face.

All the weariness seems to leave him in an instance, yet not entirely. He manages a smile for you. "Puppy?..." "I just ate a singing pizza who told me the story of the bees and the snakes who danced underwater." "Ah..." Divus manages a confused hum. It takes him a moment as he seems to try and work it out in his head.

"They danced in...underwater?" He asks, voice soft. "Underwater...is a body of water...but...how does one..." he looks away from you as he attempts to picture the scenario. After a moment, he shakes his head, chuckling softly into his palm. "No matter. That is quite a tale, indeed my pup."

Divus draws you close and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and hugging you tightly. His breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tensing underneath. "Sleep..." he mumbles softly, his voice seeming to get thicker as a low growl rumbles from his chest.

"Or does my pup want to keep being disobedient?"

Trein

(Solid grandpa issues ya'll have here)

It is almost as you say his name that his eyes blink quickly. They become wide and concerned. "Dearest?" he whispers with a hint of urgency in his voice. Though his expression turns gentle as he notices you aren't hurt or sick. His shoulders relax. "Yuu, have you not been feeling well?" Mozus asks, his voice a soothing melody. After a moment, he sits up. The bed creaks with the weight of his shifting body. Even Lucius wakes up from his slumber to tip tap his way over to your shared bed.

"Did you perhaps catch a cold? I could fetch some medicine if you would like." He doesn't want to see you in pain, not even for a moment. Oh, how caring he can be sometimes..."My hair turned purple because I washed it with dirt in the afternoon 13 years ago on a full red moon at midnight."

Silence hangs in the air as you speak. Mozus's expression remains concerned; worried. And then it turns into a frown. "Ah... You must've hit your head. Or else you wouldn't speak of such nonsense" he says. Though he tries to conceal it, a flicker of irritation flashes across his eyes. Your sudden statements seem to have sparked his annoyance.

"Or are you perhaps playing a childish prank on me at unholy hours?" he asks sharply, tone becoming stern. "If there is nothing else you require, I believe you've wasted enough of your time together." He tries to keep his voice neutral, but is obviously still slightly peeved at your game. "I-Im sorry..." His anger melts at your apology. His face melts back to a soft expression as he pulls you into his arms. His voice returns to its soothing tone as he presses his lips to yours.

When he pulls away, only seconds later, there's a content smile on to his lips. "Do not apologize," he says softly, voice quiet. Yet you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You feel almost as light as a feather once again. "I'm happy you're in best condition."

Vargas

Ashton jolts awake as he hears your voice, immediately rising into a defensive stance as he looks at you. Protectively he stands before the bed frantically looking around for potential danger with both his fists up, ready to punch whatever lurks in your shared bedroom.

"It's okay! Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?!" he asks anxiously but wild as he still holds his position. "Wha--no?!" He reacted so fast you couldn't keep up. "Oh...!" Asthon blinks a few times as he seems to calm himself. He lowers his fists, though now he seems completely at a loss for words. He stares at you blankly.

"That is good," he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "very good, yes " he offers a small smile, though you can sense him struggling to gather himself. "...so I woke up because the curtains were running away from a wild toaster." Ashton blinks a few times, processing this information. He seems to ponder it for a moment and then... bursts out into laughter.

It's a loud sound, like a true suburban father laugh. It's a sound of complete delight. Though, it doesn't take him too much effort to bring himself back. "Ah... yes," he says, "Wild toasters. They are very problematic." He lets himself sink into bed again, and like before, you're to slow to react. Because the moment his head hits the pillow, he's gone. Snoring the night away...

Sam

"Hm?" The mighty lord stirs in his sleep. He pulls the sheets tighter around him, his body twitching in his sleep. The sound of his name being uttered by you seems to have broken through his slumber. "Wake uuuup~!" "Hm?" Sam finally looks up at you, his eyes barely open. They seem to focus on you, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room before he finally smiles. "Impy...?" He speaks in the softest of whispers, his voice almost hoarse as though it had been a while. "Did my friends wakw you...or...was it my snoring?"

"My shampoo ran out cause the towel used it for their skincare routine." "Ah..." He sits up, his expression still weary from sleep. Before you can even tell him to stop, he's already risen from the bed. He's practically half-asleep as he waddles towards the shop and comes back with a bottle of shampoo in hand.

He doesn't question you or the strange request at all. "There you go," he holds up a bottle of shampoo. "Only the best for my little imp, and since its you...its on the house" he says, although he looks like he's in a trance he does smirk at you.

"Thank...you?" You question as you take the bottle from his hands. Before you know it he drops face first into bed, "But...if ya need anythin' else...get it yourself...alright?" he mumbles into the pillow.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanon #twisted wonderland x reader #chenya x reader #neige x reader #rollo x reader #crowley x reader #crewel x reader #trein x reader #vargas x reader #sam x reader #nrc staff #Ncr staff x reader

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llamagoddessofficial · 6 months

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Hey got more aggre guy questions with you hehehe :D

How would you know if any of them had a crush on you?

Hehe... a classic cute question.

Sans: The absolute most difficult to tell. He just acts like a close pal. Honestly, if you're not Papyrus, it's near impossible to know how Sans is genuinely feeling. This guy is a master at disguise. The signs are ridiculously covert- how many words he uses in his texts, which eye he most frequently winks at you with, the kinds of jokes he uses, which side of you he sits on. He gets slightly jealous of people you like, and expresses that with veeeery subtle coldness toward them. To Papyrus Sans is outrageously flirting, and to you he just said 'heh, i'm gonna steal that joke'.

The most reliable sign that he likes you, is he would rather be with you than without you. He messages you when he's bored, when he's got a day off he asks if you want to come over and hang out together. He's casually affectionate with you; with everyone else he's very physically guarded, not really allowing any prolonged contact, but he'll sit close enough for your knees to touch and lean on your shoulder. When he's sleepy, he'll just put his head in your lap.

If at any point you're actually starting to suspect that Sans has a crush on you (ie you catch him lightly blushing or looking at your hand like he wants to hold it) that means he's already fully in love with you. If it's obvious enough for you to tell, he's planning to spend the rest of his life with you.

Red: Red is also pretty difficult to tell. Not as hard as Sans, though. He's highly flirtatious in general, but even more so with people he's physically interested in. Sometimes, it can be hard to know if he's just a super flirty guy in general, or if he genuinely really likes you.

When he's in love he switches between totally forgetting to flirt (he's thinking about more than just sleeping together) and acting more like himself, then panicking that you won't like his real self and becoming EXTRA flirtatious and swaggery. He instinctively wants you to see the real him, and like him... but he's also terrified of you not liking the real him, so he clams up and tries to play the part of the big sexy badboy that everyone else seems to like so much more. The longer he likes you the more he eases. If at any point you find out he needs glasses, or that he quit smoking out of fear that it'd impact your lungs, that's a sure sign he's fallen for you.

Another reliable tell is jealousy. Red doesn't get jealous a lot, because usually he doesn't really care all that deeply about his flings. If he shows jealousy about who you're with, it's a big flag that his feelings run a lot deeper than he wants to admit.

Skull: Skull isn't difficult at all. It will be loud & clear that he likes you. Nonstop staring, intense blushing at the slightest interaction, he drops/breaks things a lot because he's distracted just looking at you. His brain -> mouth filter vanishes, he'll be completely silent except to blurt out things like "you're so pretty" and "i like your smell". Before he drums up the courage to start talking to you properly he might even come across as a bit creepy and overwhelming, given his size and strength, the intensity of his feelings, and his love language being staring.

Papyrus usually comes very in handy. He makes Skull seem less intimidating by providing the cute real reasons for Skull's bizarre behaviour around you. He can be a great translation service for his brother- when Skull mumbles something totally unintelligible to you because you make his brain stop working, Papyrus can step in. He's also great at getting that perfect balance between encouraging his brother, and stopping him from crossing any lines; he'll help Skull approach you at a house party without teleporting somewhere completely random out of nervousness, but he'll also dispense helpful advice such as "PERHAPS YOU SHOULD INTRODUCE YOURSELF BEFORE YOU TELL HER YOU WANT TO HAVE KIDS WITH HER."

#llamagines #when sans has feelings for you he always finds some way to nap around you #you sit down for 20 seconds and he teleports onto the couch beside you #its like when you realise your cat has somehow made its way onto your lap without you noticing #except you realise hes been snoozing with his legs over yours for like half an hour

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nickfurysrighteye · 7 months

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Practise?

chase davenport x reader

summary: the school's gonna do a play and it's gonna be Romeo and Juliet. Chase was supposed to help with the behind the scenes but instead he gets to play Romeo, and you, Juliet, offer him some help with his lines..

cw: sfw, kissing, that's it i think

a/n: this is my first time writing for this fandom and also my first time making my writing public so please be kind :') ...i haven't written any type of fanfic in a veeeery long time. this is just for fun!!!

"Seriously?! I can't believe it!"

Janelle yells storming into the gym. Everybody stops what they're doing to look at her puzzled. This year Mission Creek High decided to organize a play and upon a great request it was decided to stage 'Romeo and Juliet'. Janelle volunteered to direct the entire planning of it.

"Our Romeo decided it was a great time to break his arm, therefore we don't have a Romeo anymore!" she says walking towards Leo, who's busy painting the fake wooden balcony. Leo decided to take part in the production only to have an excuse to be with Janelle, and doing so he dragged Chase along, just to have some company.

A few people gather around to see what was going on, you take your eyes off the script you were revising to look at your classmates on the opposite site of the room.

"So? What's the big deal?" says Leo "The understudy can take his place."

"The big deal is we don't have an understudy! We barely have enough people working on this play, do you really think we have extras?" Janelle is furious.

"Why don't we pick somebody from the crew?" you barge into the conversation, feeling the eyes of everyone onto you "I mean, it's not like we have time to redo auditions.."

Everybody is silent, eyes going left and right scanning the room for someone brave enough to take on one of the leading roles. You look behind Leo's shoulder "I bet Chase could do it."

Chase was surprised and slightly confused by your statement "Me? But I'm not an actor." he says, struggling to speak loud enough to be heard.

"Neither am I, and neither is everyone else..this is a high school play not Broadway, no of us are actors." you shrug while looking over to the brown haired boy.

Janelle looks over to him "Chase, do you think you could do it? You'd be a life saver, honestly." you could hear the tension in her voice from all the stress the planning brought her.

"I-i mean, sure I could give it a try" Chase tried so hard to sound confident in his choice but you could hear the slight tremor in his tone.

"Perfect, problem solved!" Janelle said.

Once everyone got back to work you get closer to Chase, "If you want we can practise the lines together, I could also give you some tips."

"Sure, I'd love that." Chase says with a sweet, soft smile. "Cool, you can stop by at my house today if that's ok." you smile back

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later."

After school, the two brothers head to the lab and Chase is panicking, regretting the choice he made earlier that day. "Why would I agree to do something like this?! Why didn't you stop me Leo?! This is going to be a disaster! The play's gonna suck!" he spits out the words so quickly he can barely keep up with his thoughts.

"Chase chill out! You'll be fine, like Y/n said no one here's an actor, you're all gonna suck" Leo's already tired of his complaining.

Chase's worry isn't only his acting, but the fact he's gonna be the lead in a romantic play with you as his love interest. He's also terrified by the idea of having to kiss you multiple times on stage, in front of a ton of people. This is stressing him out way more than anticipated.

He already knew who you were long before taking part in this project. He saw you walk around the halls, he saw you sitting a couple of desks in front of him in some classes you have together. He always thought about you as the pretty girl he would only talk to in his imagination. Nobody could have predicted the two of you acting as lovers in a school play. Certainly not Chase.

With his heart beating out of his chest, Chase knocks on your front door. You open the door and invite him in. "We can go upstairs in my room" you say, guiding him upstairs.

You go through the script together, focusing on the more difficult parts to memorize. You're suprised Chase could memorize all these lines so quickly, and he's getting better at getting into character.

He says every line with the right feeling, you two work in harmony, it's like you're no longer acting as the characters but are living the story as yourselves.

"You're quite talented you know that Chase?" you smile

"Thanks, I'm actually a bit nervous if I'm being honest." he chuckes while lowering his eyes, looking at his fingers fidgeting with the corner of the script's page.

"How come? You're doing great." you tilt you're head slightly. You sit on your bed, taking a small break.

He shrugs, sitting down beside you "I don't know, I just am" he mumbles.

You stare at him with a soft gaze, you study his expression, you're lightly mesmerized by the way the light beam from the setting sun is hitting his face, shining through your window. His eyes now being a warmer hazel tone.

He can hear the beat of his heart in his ears "Actually, I'm scared 'cause --" he stops "I'm worried about our kiss."

"Our kiss?"

"Yeah, it scares me a little having to kiss in front of an audience."

"It's gonna be a quick kiss don't worry about it."

"I know, it's just that --" he looks down again "I've never done it before."

"You've never kissed anyone?" you say, the slight surprise in your voice makes him feel even worse now.

"It's fine Chase, I get it. There's no need to be ashamed of it." you try to reassure him. "Wanna practise?"

"The kiss?" he looks at you.

"Yeah, I mean, we probably should anyway since it's part of the play." you say, standing up and placing yourself in front of him like you would be on stage.

"Yeah, ok, that's..a good idea" he stands up as well. Chase tries to hide his uncertainty.

"You sure about this?" you ask, you don't want to pressure him.

"A hundred percent" he's anxious, he's rubbing subtly his hands on his jeans because they're starting to sweat, his knees get weaker and he hopes they'll be strong enough to support him.

"Ok now, just follow my lead." you take his hand, leaning nearer. Your other hand cupping his cheek, your lips are now inches apart. Your touch feels warm on his skin, making him breathe faster.

"Close your eyes." as he does so, your place your lips onto his gently, and start to slowly and softly kiss him.

A warm feeling of joy starts to bubble up in his chest as he copies your movements and picks up the pace. The kiss gets more intense, more impatient as he tastes your lips. You get closer and your hand that was on his cheek is now on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers with his hair. His hands start to move, although he's still unsure of what to do.

You stop for a brief moment. "It's ok if you wanna touch me, y'know." Chase laughs a little, he then places his hands on your sides, sliding them down to your waste. He grabs a little harder and pull you into another kiss, this time greedier, messier.

He didn't think it would feel this good kissing you, his heart is racing so fast you could probably hear it. Your lips are exploring eachother, you're both enjoying this much more than you should be. After a few moments Chase decides to wet your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, you part your lips a bit and he slips part of his tongue in. The feeling of your tongues tasting eachother sends shivers down your spine, you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"You taste amazing" he blurs out the moment he stops to catch his breath, then he pulls you again into another kiss. His words make you melt.

Chase has lost track of time. Actually he has lost track of anything, he can only feel you. Your lips, your tongue, your taste, the sweet smell of your perfume and the warmth of your body standing so close to his. A few moments pass and you pull away to catch your breath, your faces still close to eachother.

"Was i good?" his question makes you chuckle.

"Yeah, you were. You know the kiss isn't supposed to last this long though, right?"

"Sorry i got a bit carried away." Chase laughs a little. You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"I don't think you're gonna have problems on stage, Chase"

"Although we should probably get back to revising the lines"

"We should, but after we're done we should go back to the kissing part, just to be sure"

#lab rats #chase davenport #chase davenport concepts #chase davenport x reader #labrats #lab rats chase

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azulock · 4 months

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this has been sitting in my drafts for sooooo loooong, it's mostly born from how mean people can be in this fandom about poor Oli looking the way he does. I love his messy 'I don't have my life together' look, it's very relatable, but today we putting him under tha razor!

summary. when Oliver finds himself forced to get a clean shave for some important club event he tries to rope you into doing the work for him. and you do it, cause he is too charming and you can't resist spoiling this man

pairing. Oliver Aiku x reader

wordcount. 2,6k

warnings. some slight mention of nsfw stuff but veeeery slight, it's mostly domestic fluff, just pure distilled domesticity shot straight into your veins, you've been warned

helping hand.

"Really Oliver, you pestering me during work hours to do that for you?"

Giving one last hard stare at your screen, you groaned and swiveled you chair around to face the man currently breaking the peace in your office. With hair still damp from his shower, Oliver stood bare foot before you - a trail of wet footsteps clear behind him. God, you'd lost count of how many times you'd told him he'd end up sick if he kept doing that.

"Oh come on, it's not that big of a deal," he insisted, cutting off your thoughts, pouting as you fitted him with a steely gaze. "I neeeeed you."

You roll your eyes at his whiny antics - and complete disregard for your work life. It was almost funny to see a grown man pout like this, especially when you contrasted the silly expression with this statuesque of a man. You couldn't help but let your eyes roam free for a moment, taking in the sight of him. Water droplets still rolled down his strong torso, taking your gaze to the short hair trailing down his lower abs, to the point where his sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips. Shit, he was diverting your attention.

"Oliver," you sigh, rubbing your eyes to try and exorcise the images stealing your focus, "you've been doing that by yourself your entire adult life, you don't need me."

"That's not true, it goes way better when you do it for me," Oliver whined again, and even in his husky tone, you could hear it, the begging, so shameless.

At this moment he looked every bit like a dog, a ragged mutt pleading for attention at his owner's feet. Hell, he was even trying to shoot you the best puppy eyes he could muster, pout returning to those pretty lips. You'd say it was ridiculous, but maybe it was the smell of soap or maybe the warmth emanating from his skin, but something was making you want to give in.

"That's nonsense," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to convince yourself to not let him sway you. "I'm not a barber, and you've been shaving your own damn self for years. I'm pretty sure you can keep your eternal stubble under control on your own."

"Well, I could," Oliver shrugged, remaining unfazed by the exasperation in your voice. "Though, this time I'm gonna have to shave it clean."

"What?" Suddenly, you were fully immersed in the topic, even though you felt like you'd fallen into a trap.

Oliver had to contain his smile when you suddenly went from nonchalant to interested. It was really cute. He knew you liked feeling the scruff around his face, which he always thought was absolutely endearing. Now, sadly, he'd have to part ways with it, albeit temporarily.

"You remember tomorrow's party? Well, the team's president is an old school kinda guy. He's gonna get pissed if he sees the team's captain shows up looking so unclean for an important event," he answers with a full body sigh, eyebrows arching high as he raises his shoulders.

"That's ridiculous," your words cut so dry that Oliver can't help but laugh at the barely contained disgust in your tone.

"Well, I think so too. But I like my position right now, if the old man wants me clean for the party, I can make the sacrifice," he answered with a wave of his hand, stepping closer to your chair before leaning in, using his hands to prop his body onto your armrests. "But it could be less painful if you helped me."

You sat in silence, staring him down for a long minute as he leaned in close, that charming smile never faltering. From this close, you could smell the conditioner on his hair and feel his breath on your skin. Shit, you could feel yourself falling for it. Rubbing a hand over your face, you slumped further down the chair, sighing as you went.

"Fine," you groaned, looking back up to his beaming face. "Go soak the soap and the brush, I'll be right there."

Closing the distance between you, Oliver met your lips with his in a short kiss before pulling back in a breath, his skin still damp and warm from the shower. "Already done that, I'll go get myself a chair."

You hummed as he got up, lifting your body heavily off of the chair after he'd disappeared into the hallway. You spoiled him too much, you were sure of it, but you guessed he had the same type of charm as a big dog who still believes they are lap sized. It was hard to say no to that.

Following the wet footsteps, you found yourself in your en suite bathroom, Oliver sitting on a high chair he'd taken from the kitchen counter. At least he'd left everything ready, so all you had left to do was commit the dismal crime of doing away with his stubble. A pity, you'd miss the feeling of it on your skin. For however many days the shave would last, that is.

Picking the plastic bowl of shaving soap, you started moving the barber brush in circular motions to begin lathering it up. Taking a step forward, you approached Oliver as your hands worked, shaking your head as he snaked an arm around your waist.

"You are spoiled," you mumbled, feeling him laugh as he looked at you both in the mirror, your gaze following his.

"Maybe," he hummed, "but I spoil you plenty too."

"Well, here we go I guess," you said with a chuckle, making him straighten to give you a better access to his face and neck.

When the soft brush touches his face Oliver hums, closing his eyes as you begin spreading the soap over his jaw. It felt nice, both the gentle smell of lemon grass and the feeling of having you taking care of him. Yeah, he was spoiled, he knew it, but could he really be blamed for liking being pampered?

Oliver was only human after all, and having to unwillingly part ways with his facial hair was not his favorite thing. So it only made sense that he'd try to squeeze whichever little joy he could from this situation. And having you do that for him was joy enough on his book. Between feeling the warmth coming from your body and the comfortable silence that had settled, he could almost forget he was being forced to do this.

Opening his eyes he found your face close to his, gaze set in concentration as you moved the brush around his neck, finishing lathering it up. It was beautiful, really, sometimes you'd focus on something so much you wouldn't even see the things around you. Cute, and he couldn't resist the urge to take advantage of that, lowering his lips to meet yours in a quick peck.

"Oliver," you exclaimed as he laughed, "you gotta cooperate, you bastard. Now I got soap on my face," you grunted, looking at the mirror and then back to him.

"Just a little bit," he chuckled, reaching out to clean your face with his hand as you sneered at him.

You shook your head and turned to put the brush back, watching from the mirror as he still chuckled at you. Pestering you when you were focused never seemed to stop amusing him. And to boot, you couldn't deny there was something infuriatingly endearing about it. Or maybe you were just blinded by the casual charm of his smile - again.

Picking up the safety razor, you turn back to him again. "Now, you better behave if you don't wanna have to clean your blood off of the white floor."

"So mean," Oliver pouts before smiling that heart shattering smile again. "Alright, I'm in your hands then."

You roll your eyes as he straightens up, hands gripping the sides of the chair. When the blade first meets his face you feel Oliver shiver at the cold touch of the metal, but as quick as it happens, it's gone. You move your wrist and the blade glides down his warm skin in short strokes, following the grain of the hair on his stubble. Oh, it's gonna be so sad to see it gone. Especially knowing how a good part of Oliver's appeal came from how he looked at least a little like a mess. You couldn't even recall the face of his club's president, but you now hated the old man.

There is ease in the silence that settles as you carefully work the sharp blade along his face and neck. Only the rough sound of metal scraping against the hair and skin fills the bathroom as an oddly well-behaved Oliver sits in stillness. It feels almost suspicious, even, but you guessed he had no interest in showing up to the party with a cut on his face. Not that you believed even that could do much harm to his good looks.

When that first pass is done you turn to the sink and wash the razor before picking up the brush start the cycle and lather his face again. Though, just as you turn back he catches you off guard, forward and capturing your lips in a quick kiss - but he almost topples his chair over in the process. Desperately you steady him up, pushing his large frame back by his shoulders.

For a moment there the scare takes the best of you, brows furrowing in a scowl, ready to chastise Oliver for the stupidy. But then he starts laughing, the warm and husky sound enveloping you as they echo off the walls, breaking your defenses. You laugh along, slapping his shoulder but leaning against him for a short moment. Sometimes he could be an idiot, but that too was part of the appeal.

Once you both recover you go back to your work, lathering his face, putting the brush back in place, picking up the razor, and bringing it to touch his face. This time you move it cross grain, once more enjoying the sound of the metal moving over his skin. It's all peaceful, for at least half of the process until Oliver grows bored, his large hand finding your bare leg, fingers traveling over the back of your thigh until they reach the hem of your shorts.

You grunt in warning and he only hums quietly in what sounded like a mocking acknowledgment. Oliver disregards your death glare completely, his palm touching your thigh, rough fingers massaging your skin as they move. Even then he doesn't stay put, hand traveling up and groping your ass, kneading the flesh under your shorts just as your reach his neck. For a moment you consider giving into the desire to leave just a little gash on his skin, but you manage to resist.

Just as you try to turn back again he he uses the hand on your ass to pull you closer in. You don't even have time to protest as his lips crash against yours - and you can already notice the strangeness of not feeling his stubble. Still, he doesn't give you much time to think on it, tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the wet insides of your mouth. He tastes like coffee, and you can't help but let the taste lure you in, the sensations enveloping you, warmth rising in your face until then it's gone.

His lips part from yours with a quick peck and you are already missing the kiss - what a bastard, teasing you like that. You huff and shake your head when Oliver winks at you, slapping your ass as you turn around and repeat your previous motions of washing the razor and grabbing the brush again.

You lather his face, then throw the brush in the sink before picking up the razor and letting it touch his skin for a final pass, this time against the grain. Oliver hums when you lean in and it sends shivers down your spine, his hand finding your leg again but this time he just let it dance over your thigh absentmindedly. You find comfort in the warmth of his palm and in the ritualistic nature of this whole thing - it's a soothing type of repetitive task.

This time the blade hugs close to his skin, and when you get to his neck you can feel his steady pulse. Sitting so still, so calm, the beating of his heart feels strangely slow, yet heavy and powerful. You know it's the telltale sign of that athletic resistance and ungodly endurance, but the slow rhythm never ceases to seem almost eerie.

When you finish you run a hand over his face, feeling the smooth, still damp skin. It's strange, but you take solace in knowing it's temporary. Soon enough it'll be gone, though not without leaving Oliver itchy for at least a day, and you always found it funny how bothered he was by that. He smiles at you and you can feel it go straight between your legs - fuck, you are sure he did that on purpose.

But you don't give the pleasure of attention, instead turning around to rest the razor on the stone sink. You hear Oliver yawn from behind you, and watch from the mirror as he stretches as you pick a towel from the rack. Turning back to him you pat his face dry, and as if he wasn't already being spoiled enough, you rub the aftershave lotion on his skin. When it's all done Oliver climbs down from the chair and pulls you in by the waist, placing a soft kiss on your lips before you both turn to the mirror.

"There you go," you say, resting your hip against the sink as Oliver leans in, "how you feeling?"

"Like I'm seven years younger," he responds, touching his face with his free hand. "Which is a nightmare, actually," he pouts.

"Oh, come on, it's only temporary. You gonna be back to having the stubble and looking great again in just a few days."

"Hey," he grunts, squinting his eyes at you, "what do you mean by that? You talk like I'm not handsome anymore," he almost growls in a joking threat, a smile playing at his lips as he cages you against the stone counter, hands on each side of your body. "What's up with that, huh?"

You chuckle as Oliver says the question low in your ear right before assaulting your face with soft kisses. You laugh, grabbing at his shoulders as he snakes a hand around your waist. He's rubbing his face against yours and you can't help but notice how odd it is not to feel the stubble you'd grown so used to.

"Oliver," you laugh, dual colored eyes looking up at you as he peppers kisses over your neck, "this is so strange, your face is so smooth."

"Ah, but you gonna have to deal with it," you laugh as he rubs his face against yours almost like a cat before taking his lips to yours and placing a quick peck. "You gotta make up to me for saying something so mean."

"I've just done your shaving for you, ain't that enough?"

"Nah, I can think of something better."

He pulls you in closer, rubbing his pelvis against yours, letting you feel the large bulge under the the fabric of his sweatpants. Of course, he was like that, it didn't surprise you at all. But you guessed you could spoil him just a little bit more, as a reward for behaving so well even under such difficult circumstances. Yeah, he deserved a bit more pampering, why not?

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silvermarley · 1 year

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Could you do a Tanijro x Reader where the reader smells like someone else instead of him and he has to make her smell like him again (a lot like another one you made)

I’ll give it my best :)) it may or may not be veeeery close to the other one but I’m gonna attempt to make a difference ^^

Foreign Scent

Aged Up!Tanjiro x Reader

Warnings: hardly any plot, marking, jealousy, a bit rough, unprotected sex

Tanjiro typically doesn’t have to worry about you being around another man. He knows you’re loyal and won’t do anything.

But as soon as he got home from a long day and noticed there was another man’s scent on you, he couldn’t control himself.

He picked you up and brought you to your shared room without a word.

“Tan, what’s going o-“ you say as you landed on the bed.

He interrupted you with a passionate kiss that never fails to leave you breathless.

After a few minutes, he pulls away. “My scent.. is gone.” he murmured.

Your confusion makes him continue. “There’s an unfamiliar scent on you. Seems like I need to make sure you smell like me for a while, hm?”

“Baby-“ you attempt to say something, but he interrupted you once again, taking off your shirt and kissing you.

He isn’t typically this needy, this harsh.

His hands grab at your now exposed skin, hastily getting rid of your bra in the process.

Tanjiro only breaks away from you to mark your skin with hickeys and love bites.

You wanted to tell him the truth, but something about him being this way was making heat rise in you rapidly.

His hands moves to play with your nipples, continuing his actions. He leaves marks down your breasts, and down your stomach.

In one movement, he takes off everything else, leaving you bare to his hungry eyes.

Even in a situation like this, he won’t do anything until he preps you. His nimble fingers rub your clit, just as he marks up your thighs as well.

You moan, completely in a daze at his eagerness.

After a little bit, his fingers leave you for a second, causing you to whine. But, it wasn’t long before his mouth latches onto it and two fingers enter you.

Your back arches into him in pleasure, as he was working wonders on your body.

Your hands go to his hair, tugging on it, trying to get even a small grip of reality.

It wasn’t long before you were cumming on his tongue and fingers.

You gasp as he laps up your juices, body convulsing at the overstimulation.

He moves up, quickly discarding his clothing. You bit your lip seeing his hard cock hit his stomach.

“You ready darling?” He asks while lining himself up.

You nod, almost enthusiastically.

He is slow to insert himself in your warm walls. But, once you gave him the okay, his thrusts got harder and faster.

Your mind becomes clouded with the lustful ecstasy. He was hitting all the right spots to make you moan louder each time.

The only thing he could think was “mine..mine..”.

He was desperate to make you smell like him again. So much so, that he couldn’t stop himself from going at what seemed like an impossible pace.

He could smell his scent mixing with yours, making him dizzy. It was too good.

Your moans only brought him closer to the edge, with you right with him.

His thrusts got sloppier and less calculated as he was about to cum.

“Fuck- C-Cumming!” You whine.

“Cum with me.. please..” He groaned.

As if right on time, you cum, making him cum as well.

He stayed in you for a bit, letting the both of you catch your breath. He pulled out of you and layed beside you, holding your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry if this was too much.. I just didn’t know how to control myself when you didn’t smell like me, but of a unknown person.” He admitted.

You let out a little chuckle. “I was going to tell you that I saw my cousin earlier- but well..”

His eyes widen as he puts his hands over his face in embarrassment.

“Oh..” is all he could muster.

You took his hands away and kissed his lips. “It’s alright though.. I liked you being jealous.” You smirked a bit.

He laughed, a bit nervously, before asking if you wanted to bathe with him.

Why would you pass that up?

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devourable · 1 year

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If you’re okay with it, what are your nsfw headcanons for the delinquents? Like as a group (if they do that) and individually?

i'm getting to it!!!! goddamn /lh

ty for the compliments though ahh 😭❤️❤️❤️ i try my best,, hopefully i'll get some more done now that i'm done w the mermaids,

sfw on top ; nsfw beneath!

🚬 the delinquents | mattias, judas, aaron, dominic

· mattias and judas are the ones with the most free time; meaning they're the two who you often hang out with the most. the experience is a bit polarizing because despite them being practically polar opposites, they get along incredibly well; it isn't uncommon for mattias to crack the most stupid jokes ever and for judas to laugh at them. it isn't unusual for them to drag you along to their less-than-legal shenanigans; judas usually keeping you occupied while mattie stuffs his pockets with stuff that he thinks you'd like. they'll laugh it off if you catch them in the act (they already did it, so... may as well enjoy the spoils, right?)

· aaron and dominic do their best to free up time to spend with you, but in the circumstances they can't, they're texting you constantly. they have two different groupchats; one with all five of you, and one specifically for aaron and dom where they'll text you/each other their schedules and what they plan to do when they can spend time with you again. they don't even slightly care if your schedule conflicts with theirs, they will be getting you out of it one way or another.

· they are the definition of 'boys will be boys'. they're all pretty smart on their own (save for mattie), but when they're all together? they share one collective braincell that pings between the four of them. they can and will get distracted by the dumbest things ever, and if one of them gets an idea for something, there's a solid chance the rest of them will follow suit with it. they are not above trying to drag you along with them (especially if you also have next to no braincells to speak of). they will literally get distracted by a cool bug if you send them to do an errand for you.

appearance wise, this is how i imagine them ;

mattias - shortish wavy red hair, pale skin, grey eyes. he has a gap in his two front teeth! his body is lithe and pretty skinny, noodly boy. he has a scar on his stomach. yes, you can kiss it, he will love that.

judas - black hair thats curly on top and shaved on the sides, dark brown skin, light greenish-hazel eyes. he has freckles but they're hard to see if you don't look closely. decently muscular but still a bit on the squishy side <3

aaron - medium length dark brown hair, tired pitch black eyes, tan skin, average build with a bit of muscle on him. he has beauty marks peppering his entire body and one of his teeth are chipped. it's a little bit of an insecurity for him.

dominic - curly black hair, brown eyes, light tan skin — kind of like the inverse of aaron lol? average build but he's closer to the skinnier side. he has a very distinctive birthmark on his face that he always gets a bit flustered over if people make comments about it.

nsfw below the cut, MDNI!

the boys don't really sleep with each other, but they have messed around a few times; especially aaron and dominic, given how long they've known each other (they were each other's first everything!). it's less of them being attracted to each other and more of them being a sort of stress relief for one another if two or more of them are in the mood. best friends help each other out!

mattias is the most likely to initiate something between himself and the other guys, especially if you're involved. he has a bit of an exhibitionism kink, purposefully trying to get it on with you in common areas with the hope that one of his friends will walk in on it and join. he's veeeery touchy, has the tendency to hump/grind against you through his clothes while you're making out because he wants you to feel just how worked up you got him. he likes it almost as much as the actual act of sex, in fact.

judas tends to avoid initiating anything as a whole, but if you come onto him or he's real pent up, he can and will drag you off to any private space he can find for you to share. he's into riskier settings — not in the way mattias is, though, he likes doing it in places you'd get caught in in normal circumstances (such as a park at night, a bathroom in a closed business, an abandoned building, etc etc). has a thing for making you make lots of noises. he loves hearing you say his name.

dominic is a massive voyeur, plain and simple. anything that has to do with watching you, whether that be watching you get railed by one of his friends or a video that one of them took for you, he's all for it. in the event that he walks in on you and one (or more) of his friends having some fun, he's content to watch — unless you ask him to join, of course! he's also very much into receiving. anything involving your hands or mouth on him is enough to drive him nuts.

aaron likes bondage and has a breeding kink, especially when jointed with one another. he loves tying you down and seeing how many times he can get himself to cum in you, muttering about how he's gonna knock you up one way or another (regardless of your gender, lest that makes you dysphoric). he also has a kink for marking of all types, whether that be hickies/bruises or literally marking his/his friend's names on your body. either way, he's taking pictures of you and sharing it to your groupchat later <3

all together, they work pretty well with one another. dominic's content to sit back and watch his friends have their fun with you, mattie and dom are likely the ones actually fucking you, and judas is probably recording the entire thing. the dynamic varies slightly when it's only two or three of them, but for the most part, they have an entire system on how they please you.

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sashi-ya · 5 months

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𝑩𝒀𝑨𝑲𝑼𝒀𝑨'𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿 & 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑭 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜. [part 1]

some ideas I have written regarding Byaku and how I actually think of him when I write when it comes to sex. This analysis doesn't cover his kinks, as I believe that should be a separate post! So, if you wanna read about those tell me and I'll post it 💖. There are also two short stories, one of them will be posted veeeery soon 🙊

tw: MDNI. not strictly a smut piece, but it is about sex. there is a brief story about his teenage experience, it is not meant to be a "smut" story either. Do not read it in such way. Thanks.

Not a virgin, but pretty close. Raised with the idea of upholding the law no matter what I believe Byakuya had to be a pretty structured man, therefore I think he married Hisana before touching her. Also, he is a very romantic man (yes, he is. Imagine going against your whole family and ideals for love. Marrying someone that comes from an absolute different world just for love) so I do believe he must have wanted to wait for their first night as a married couple to make love to Hisana. Of course, the first time with your loved one it’s always wonderful and sweet, but also realistically clumsy (Which I find adorable, imagine a clumsy Byakuya blushing). So, unfortunately because of Hisana’s illness, I believe they haven’t had a lot of sex. Therefore, Byakuya is pretty unexperienced to me -at first-.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 .Oral sex; what is this pleasure given by the gods?. -this is not a Hisana slander- Following the same train of thoughts as the first point, to me, Byakuya never experienced oral sex on himself (I do believe he has done it, though. Being the protective man he is, he surely tried giving it before receiving it). So, the very first time your lips surrounds his hardness he could swear tears pool in his eyes… “This is… absolutely… delightful”. His delicate fingers brushing against your hair, still too timid and in pure awe to be pulling from it. Byakuya only wants to caress the person that has kneel in front of him to pleasure him. .At first, he won’t ask for sex, nor he will do anything to start it… until he can’t take it no more. Because he is unexperienced (that doesn’t mean he is not a good lover, for the love of god), he is hesitant to try. Even when his mind would get lost in the deepest forest of insecurity, he will try to repress the need as much as he can (he is always fighting an internal fight to repress his own desires, sex is no different). Normally you could say pissing him off or disobeying him would be the key to make him fall, but I believe he is much more moved by the need to posses such beautiful creature, in a state of weakness and submission towards him. Be clumsy, cough, tell him you are feeling cold, let him protect you… the touch of your delicate skin against his own will spread like a wildfire inside of his soul. .It will take some time, but making love will become a daily activity before bed. Byakuya learns new skills through tough work and dedication; it is not different when it comes to sex. Even if he still tends to repress his needs and desires as a constant, he slowly but surely let go that “savage” side of his inner workings. Exactly as Ukitake and Shunsui mentioned, Byakuya is a very impulsive man deep down. (Back when he was still a teenager he used to have quite a short fuse, he was a brat, and a very naughty kid…) So, once he become confident with his “skills” he will try to improve even more. So, get ready… as a sacred ritual, Byakuya will devour your body night after night.

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝟎 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 & 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 and 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚

The Healing ponds of Squad 0… 「this will be posted as a separate story very soon」 Let me tell you a short brief while you wait; those healing waters and food from Squad 0 made him incredibly strong… but also absolutely, desperately horny. Truth is after everything had been said and done, Byakuya couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of desire creeping through his stronger muscles… guess he was hungry for more than revenge and battle.

Self-pleasure , and the first time he met Senbonzakura. ⚠︎ Please, do not read this point like something sexual but more funny/analytic about his character. We are talking about a minor here ⚠︎

As said prior to this point, Senbonzakura, his zanpakuto spirit, is the manifestation of his inner world: a clumsy, heavily impulsive, bratty, and childish side of Byaku’s soul. So, when did he presented to this sweet Shinigami for the first time? When did Byakuya met the real spirit behind his shiny and beautiful sword? Yes, during one of those nights at the Kuchiki manor after a tough training session while being just a teenager. Way before he could met Hisana, Byakuya didn’t attend the Shinigami Academy, so he used to be a very lonely kid. That’s why our young Yoruichi used to visit him to train -and annoy him-. The young Kuchiki may seemed like he hated her, but truth is the “monster cat” represented fun, a challenge, companion and also a first approach to attraction. Knowing the nature of Yoruichi, we could say she never tried any perverse interaction to him, but there is not much you need to wake a teenager’s hormones anyway…

Yoruichi’s freedom and rebellious spirit in conjunction with her natural beauty, woke in our young Byakuya a bodily desire and the need to satisfy it. Then, drowned, almost choking by that divine dichotomy of what should be done and what shouldn’t, his hand did what any other kid would have done. It feel relieving, it tasted like guilty freedom to succumb to his real inner rebellious side…

“Master!” “Wha- WHAT?” “Master, should we pay a visit to the noble bath house? She is probably there…” “NO. WHY NOW? WHY DURING….” "I know, the image of those two pair of..." "NO STOP SHUT UP"

(let’s not mention how embarrassing it felt for the poor kid… yet Byakuya understood, so perfectly well, the true nature of Senbonzakura that same night)

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hyperfixiation-station · 3 months

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Hi Sun, could I please request some Alejandro whump headcanons? How does this man react to being taken care of? I love your writing 💜

CW: Sickness, Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence thank youuu anon!!! also sorry for the wait😭😅 I did ramble a bit, so sorry if it doesn't make sense or things get repeated Also I wrote this at 2 veeeery different times so sorry again😭 as always, no beta read, and feel free to ask for clarification on anything :))

My dude is man-cold kinda guy It has nothing to do with the fact that he doesn’t know how to ask for affection and you always cuddle with him when he’s sick

But only for unimportant things. A cold or a sprained ankle?

He's dying, needing you to cater to his every need

But if he's seriously sick or injured he will push himself till he passes out

You have threatened to tie him down if he does not obey his medical leave

Case in point:

He had some lung issues after pulling Rudy from the fire during the whole Hassan fiasco

He got pneumonia because he didn’t rest and exposed himself to cold, wet environments

Oh and he had fracturedbruised ribs from his time with teh Shadows

Of course he didn’t go to the doctor, and you were out of town and couldn't force him to

You walked in on him coughing so hard he couldn't breathe

Blood was splattered on the floor as the coughing aggravated his ribs which aggravated his lungs which made him cough and then it'd start all over

You watched in horror as he choked, as he tried to inhale something other than his saliva

The 12 minutes and 47 seconds it took for Rudy to get to your house were the longest of your life

He was confused when he woke up in the hospital two days later, until he saw you sitting next to his bed, your hand in his, head lolled to the side as you slept.

You gave him a reaming of a life time

"Do you not care Alejo? About yourself? About Rudy? About me? Do you not care what we would feel if you died because you're too Godsdammed stubborn to ask for help? You made this-"

"Ay Cariño, you are beautiful when you cry."

"Don't try to flirt you're way out of this Vargas, I am so worriedmad at you right now."

"I am sorry Amo-"

"Don't do this again Alejo,. I don't think I could handle walking in to find you...because you didn't take care of yourself, okay?"

He hit a wall at that point in your tirade, and you could see it

You climbed into the bed with, curled up so your head was on his chest and fell asleep, the first peaceful night you'd had since coming home and finding him

Things were different after that

It was slow going, but you could see him making an effort to tell you when things were bothering him, to not deflect his emotions and issues

You make him chicken noodle soup when he's sick

And then you'll climb in bed with him and watch Disney movies until he falls asleep

You don't kiss him when he's sick because, ew, germs

But you'll cuddle and run your fingers through his hair

Your dialogue when he's actually hurt vs. when he's exaggerating is drastically different

"Sick" days look like: "Ay, you'll feel better baby." "You're no' gonna die, it's just a sprained ankle." "Do not kiss me Alejo." "Yes baby, we can watch a movie."

Sick sick days look like: "Alejandro sit your ass down!" "Do not make me call Rudy over here." "What do you think you're doing? Alejandro!" "Alejo, baby, why won't you let me help you?"

He got sick 2 weeks after you moved in with him

Like really, actually, sick(he had the flu)

Your first clue something was wrong was when you woke before him

The man had woken up at 6:45 am on the dot your whole relationship, so you knew something was up.

The heat you could feel radiating under the covers was the second

You were fully prepared for over-dramatic, whiny, clinginess, just like he'd acted when he got the cold a couple of months ago

So you were surprised when he got out of bed and started getting ready for work

Your third clue something was up was the fact that he didn't notice you watching him lean against the door for support as he pulled his pants on

"Alejo?" He spun around to face you, honest to god swaying on his feet

"Alejo, baby, you can't go to work like that."

"Like what?" His voice had just the slightest quaver to it

You looked his flushes face, his trembling hands, the way he was leaning against the door and sighed

The only reason you even got him back to bed was because he had the day off, he had just wanted to train

It hurt a little, how he didn't ask you for anything. He didn't beg you to cuddle or hold him, in fact it didn't seem like he wanted you there at all

Not because he wasn't being loving or because you felt unwanted

But because you knew it came from a childhood of misplaced trust and neglect.

He made it clear he didn't want to be touched, but you still hesitantly placed your hand on his forehead to check his temperature

The way he pressed into your palm and the small, shuddering sigh he gave broke your heart.

In the end you had Rudy pull him from the schedule, and spent the next week curled up with him in bed

You got into a very heated argument on day 3, which ended with you in tears and him coughing so hard he can't breathe

When you stayed with him, rubbing his back even after everything, things got better

He still doesn't like being a burden, but it's a start

He didn't/doesn't like your desire to care for him, not because he didn’t want it, but because he didn't know what to do with it/doesn't understand it

He’s spent his whole life in a warzone. He’s never had the opportunity/ability to sit back and let someone take care of him.

It wasn't that people didn't love him as a child, but in-between the drug-trades, gang fights, the cartels push for power and the subsequent war launched by the government, the struggle to survive outweighed any of his problems.

"Alejandro, we can't afford a doctors visit right now, you'll just have to drink some water." "Ay mijo, you have to be more careful, I can't afford the hospital bill to fix your arm, we'll just have to wrap it up at home." "Alejandro I already told you, we can't make it to the ceremony." "I can't, we can't, you can't..."

He’s used to patching himself up, used to people not having time or resources to care when he’s injured. It why he over plays the little things, because he didn't worry anyone when or take up precious time when his ailments could be fixed with a band-aid

His family was too busy making sure they survived to give him the attention a child required. It's why him and Rudy are such good friends.

They spent more time with each other than with their own flesh and blood.

My man does not like being open, and Valeria's betray

He deflects, much in the same way he did as a kid, by overplaying the little things so no one notices the big things.

For the longest time you had to have Rudy text you when Alejandro got injured, because he wouldn't tell you

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambling!! I tried out a new format so lmk how you like it! Oh and reqs are open :3

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rindouspuppygirl · 3 months

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i would love to request mikey (and more toman characters if you write multiple) x tall reader?? nsfw but idm sfw or anything you prefer

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

mikey x gender neutral! tall! reader nsfw headcanons as requested by anon~ (may revisit this later, too!) bottom/unspecified position reader and not too kinky:

hes creative and likes to switch up positions in bed, keep you both comfortable - more than - with the height difference!

youve tried taking him in every way imaginable... you on a table edge, him standing...

his favorite way to fuck you is holding you up, though... hes strong, yknow? especially pressing you against a wall, door... works great for spontaneous fucks, which is good, because mikey isnt patient

that said, he fucking loves going down on you. his fav way it to kneel on the ground while youre perched on the edge of the bed

i imagine mikey is preeetty sloppy with his oral, spitty and messy but the enthusiasm makes up for it

he probably moans and huffs as he goes down on you, so cute...

at first mikey struggled to figure out how to breathe during oral but he was so determined, he thinks its so sexy. your smell, taste, being surrounded by your gorgeous long legs...

ugh he loves playing with your chest, but his dirty little secret is he likes having his chest played with just as much!

hed probably be so clingy.... almost too much. youve had to leave SEVERAL group outings because he slides his hands down your sides, or touches your back, maybe runs his hands over your hips and your pelvis...

he loves picking out pretty outfits for you and buying you jewelry, often he even gets matching sets... its a way to show youre his and spoil you, all in one

and ruining you in an outfit he handpicked? well, thats nice...

he actually adores your height. you might think itd make him feel self conscious but he finds it hot, more than anything

top!reader and/or more kinky:

though, if you prefer topping (or just wanna try it out - be it strap or what) he is veeeery curious. maybe even a little embarrassed by how much he wants it

yeah lets not pretend he doesnt like fingering himself and have a collection of pretty gem anal plugs (or bunny tails~)

even if you dont penetrate him he doesnt mind, but he loves to show off... speaking of, he reaaally likes wearing lingerie

costume play/dress up in general is a huge kink for him

ohhh and if YOU can pick him up? god thats mikeys dream. hot as hell to him, tall people are so his type (just be careful or you might be giving him piggy back rides...)

he loves having control taken away... albeit, its hard. but he melts into it after a bit of back talk

if you dom him it might become his fav thing, subspace is like a dream for him and he is always the leader... finally just being a good boy and taking instructions? oh yes

that said, sub mikey is a total brat... at least at first. he likes to disobey, wants to see if you can handle him, if youll still punish bad behavior

he loves exhibitionism - as a sub and a dom

biiig into sex toys in general

if youre at work and he isnt busy, he might just leave some spicy voice memos, videos or pics.. be careful~

mikey is the type who loves shows of possession - you or mikey wearing a collar underneath high collared shirts when you can? fuck yes

#mikey sano x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #smut #not sfw #zoey originals #headcanons #tall reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #mikey #mikey sano #asks #requests #anon

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janus-cadet · 5 months

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Tarot Project - N°36

Last drawing of the year, already! Which is why this one has some not-so-necessary holidays vibes.

So! Let's finish this year with one last tarot card, one last Doctor... to maybe start the next year with the new one :>

Here is the 12th Doctor, as the King of Cups!

(He does not have a crown but he has BETTER, he has reindeers Christmas horn like Wilf)

Explanation under the cut, and also, the rest of the Doctor Who cards made so far!

Upright, the King of Cups represents mastery over the realms of emotion. It means you have gained control of your feelings and can accept them without allowing them to get the better of you. Like this Doctor managed to do over the course of his era- going from the lost, gloomy Doctor to the one with, in my opinion, the most compassion, humanity, of all the Doctors. You have reached a form of emotional maturity and stabilty to help you navigate the challenges you face; you have reflected on your past challenges, and drew lessons from them.

(Which allows you to have some of the best speech of the whole show, I mean come on, come on-is it obvious he's one of my fav Doctor?)

You learned to choose an calm approach to problem, like talking, bargaining, before acting. You uses your intellect to make smart decisions, and does not let other circumstances or whims sway you from your central beliefs and morals. Who you are is where you stand, and where you stand... is where you fall. The King of Cups embodies the perfect balance between the executive and the heart. Not only are you able to assess a situation logically, but you can also draw upon your intuition and understanding of human interactions (which you worked veeeery hard on, and congrats, you don't need tiny cue cards for that anymore!). Mostly, the King of Cups upright really fits to the 12th Doctor at the end of his run- a fatherly, mentor figure, who offers wise advice when it comes to feelings (like guiding an old, old friend to redemption...), emotions and relationships- someone who can see the human dynamic in its entirety. It's someone who knows emotions deeply, like the grief of loosing someone, and who can guide other through similar feeling- taking pictures of a long lost mother, because pictures do help, doesn't they? He is compassionate towards others, which he achieved by learning to navigate his strong feelings and emotional triggers. It's a card that acts like a guide through your feelings, and encourages you to look for a sens of peace.

Reversed, the King of Cups fits more the 12th Doctor at the beginning of his run. It means you are focusing your attention on your innermost feelings, discovering emotions stored in your subconscious mind- emotions that are affecting you, perhaps even changing the perception other had of you. The perception you had of yourself. You need to work through them to gain a stronger sens of control over your emotional well-being, so that your feelings don't get the best of you- you are more than a Good Dalek, after all. You may be prone to emotional upset, and you worry you might lose it too easily. Anger is so much more present than it used to be, and you have a hard time controlling it. You may feel moody, and unpredictable. You lack compassion, especially for yourself : you need to find your emotional balance, and your place of calm and compassion. Perhaps it's through the song of someone you once knew? Who knows...

The King of Cups, reversed, is someone who represses ther emotions and are withdrawing from the outside world out of fear of what might happen. At worst, he can represent someone who is vindictive (at least against, like, who knows... the daleks), and is able to punish other through emotional manipulation (don't leave your companion on the moon all alone to make a very freaking hard decision, for example...). It means that if someone in your life showcases this kind of traits, and is unwilling to change, you might need to take some distance from them- like Clara almost did with this Doctor.

And that's it for the last card of the year! Here are all the rest of those I already did through the year- the first almost being three years old, now. I kinda teased who would be the next one...

Have a lovely end of the year, guys, and see you next year! :D

#tarot project #doctor who #dw #12th doctor #12th doctor fanart #peter capaldi #dw 12th #tarot #my art #king of cups #tardis #dw fanart #doctor who fan art #twelve doctor

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straykeedz · 3 months

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𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 ; 𝐡𝐣𝐬, 𝐥𝐟

♡ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @jilixthinker 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐢𝐧 143 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬! *𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 143 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬* 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ♡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: what's better than having one subby, whiny boy between your bedsheets? having two subby, whiny boys between your bedsheets ♡

𝐰𝐜: 5,3k

𝐭𝐰: female anatomy ; soft dom!reader ; sub!jisung and sub!Felix ; mommy kink ; voyeurism ; felix and jisung are veeeery needy ; clit play and fingering (f receiving) ; masturbation (m) ; degradation if you squint, but also lots of praise ; heavy mxm stuff ; handjob (sorta) ; lots of teasing ; mention of body hair (we love body hair here!!) ; edging/orgasm denial if you squint ; threesome ; there's barely any foreplay really ; unprotected piv sex (don't do this!) ; also unprotected anal sex (mxm) ; double creampie (oops) ; hints at oral sex (f receiving) ; that's all i think of but lmk if i forgot something ; ♡

this was my first time writing mxm, kinda - but it won't be the last eheh (spoiler), so pls don't hate me if it completely sucks 🥺

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐨3

The days always end the same way in your house.

It’s not a bad thing, not at all - not when “the same way” means you get to strip your pretty boyfriends down naked and show them how much you appreciate them. To be honest, though, it nearly feels like a competition between the three of you - who gives more kisses, whose touch lingers the most, who makes the others get goosebumps faster and, and, and. A good competition, it is, and a very pleasant one.

The days always end the same way in your house, with Jisung practically on his knees, almost begging, as he watches you and Felix make out filthily.

Short, but very hard cock in his hand, he runs his thumb over his tip repeatedly to smear the pre-cum all over it, incapable of tearing his eyes off of you. He bites his lip as he attentively watches the way Felix’s tongue runs over your lower lip - the younger boy desperately tries to stretch his hands out to grope one of your tits, but you block him by wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

“What happened to asking for permission, angel?” You tease the blond, and he simply tongues his cheek and smiles mischievously as you hold his arm behind his back.

“‘M sorry mommy, I forgot,” Felix is such a tease, biting on his lip as he looks you in the eye.

The both of you are acting as if Jisung weren’t even in the same room as you. It may sound mean, but you love it - and, most importantly, he loves it. He’s definitely not complaining when he brings his other hand down to his balls and cups them, squeezing his most sensitive zone in his palm as he watches in awe the way Felix desperately tries to hold back from rutting his hips into yours.

The days always end the same way in your house, but tonight something’s different. They’re needier than usual - not that you mind, of course.

You learned it from the way they practically threw themselves at you as soon as you stepped inside your shared place - Jisung’s arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck as Felix hugged you from behind, wrapping his limbs around Jisung’s figure as well and pulling the two of you closer. And then the constant kissing - Jisung kissing you, then Felix, then you again, and then both of you at the same time, mixing your essences in a lewd, yet sexy way.

Felix nuzzles your nose with his, then looks at you with puppy eyes, looking like the cutest thing ever. “Can I… can I do something, mommy? A-anything you want. I just need to touch you.”

There’s something extremely hot in the way he sounds so desperate in spite of his deep voice, in the way he’s so putty in your hands, in the way he’s asking for permission.

“Where do you want to touch me, angel?”

Pussy, Jisung thinks, squeezing his cock in his fist at the mere mental image of Felix rubbing your clit or burying his tiny fingers inside your hole - your arousal dripping all over his knuckles and the back of his hands. Maybe you’ll ask him to clean Felix’s fingers, and he’ll gladly accept them in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around his hyung’s digits to lick your essence off of them. Please, choose her pussy - Jisung mentally begs.

“I jus’ wanna make mommy feel good,” he answers.

You smile at him, cupping his cheek in your hand. Then you kiss him on the lips, lingering. At the same time, you take his hand in yours, and place it on your stomach - then move it down, down, until his fingers brush the hem of your panties. He’s still looking at you with puppy eyes, even when his digits slip under the soft material of your underwear, hesitant - waiting for you to instruct him to go further, waiting for your permission.

Jisung bites his lip. He squeezes his balls, tugs at his cock that’s leaking an indecent amount of pre-cum all over his fingers.

“Wan’ your pussy, too, mommy,” he blurts out before he can stop himself.

Felix chuckles, not turning his head to look at his boyfriend. Instead, he solely focuses on rubbing your clit extremely gently - in circular motions first, then drawing imaginary eights, and then moving the pads of his fingers up and down. He does everything all at once, because his goal is not to make you cum - you didn’t demand that of him yet.

You, however, shift your gaze from Felix to Jisung, quirking an eyebrow at him. Your pretty, whiny, desperate boy who can’t wait to be inside your pussy. Should you reward him for being so diligent and obedient? You probably should, but you also want to have your fun with him.

“Are you feeling neglected, Sungie?” You giggle, spreading your legs just a little bit wider to help Felix reach the spot between your thighs more comfortably. Jisung doesn’t answer your question - he simply blushes, then nods weakly. “Mhh, yeah, I can see that. Your little cock looks painfully hard, baby.”

“It is,” he whines, but won’t stop tugging at his balls in desperate need of friction, “’t’s so hard. ’s ready for you, mommy.”

He’s so cute.

“Felix, angel, why don’t you touch mommy properly, yeah?” You turn your head to kiss the tip of Felix’s nose before turning your head back to Jisung. Felix nods, and then you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance - then he slips his middle finger inside. “Sungie, baby, are you really that desperate for mommy’s pussy?”

Jisung nods swiftly, breath getting quicker. “Yes,” he breathes out, “always. Wan’ it all the time.”

You know he does.

“But Felix’s playing with mommy now,” you smirk, biting your lip as Jisung’s gaze shifts on where Felix’s fingers disappear under the waistband of your underwear. He can clearly distinguish filthy, slick sounds as his boyfriend moves his fingers in and out of you, and his cock throbs in his fist. “You’re gonna have to be a good boy and wait for your turn."

“But… but…” he mumbles, staring at you with his big, boba eyes.

“Are you really that pussydrunk already, baby?” You tease him, finding him extremely cute as his eyes become glossy. So needy he might just cry. He nods once more, still playing with himself. “Mhh, why don’t you play with Felix’s pussy while you wait for your turn, then?”

Felix head immediately snaps up to look at you, Jisung’s eyes widen.

“Mommy…?” Jisung sounds confused, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows. It’s a funny sight - him looking at you with innocent puppy eyes while holding his hard cock in his fist.

“What’s up, baby?” You look at him with a teasing smile on your face. You know it’s not what he was expecting, what you proposed to him, but he’s not exactly complaining - he just sounds confused. “You don’t wanna be a good boy for mommy? Good boys wait for their turn. And play with their boyfriend to make mommy happy.”

Jisung nearly gasps at that because fuck, does he want to be your good boy. He wants anything and everything you’ve got in store for him. “I do. Wan’ to make mommy the happiest.”

Felix’s still playing with your pussy when he feels Jisung’s lips ghosting over his naked shoulders from behind. A shiver runs down his spine as he inevitably arches his back - eyes fluttering shut as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Jisung can’t help but feel a little weak when he places his fingers on his boyfriend’s hips as he leaves a series of kisses all over Felix’s freckled shoulders with his soft, plump lips.

“What… what do you want me to do, mommy?” Jisung sounds lost and overwhelmed at the same time as he presses himself on Felix’s body.

“Thought you were desperate, Sungie,” you mock him, entangling your own fingers in Felix’s blond hair. “Just do to him what you wanted to do to me, baby. Play with his pussy the same way you’d play with mommy’s, c’mon.”

Jisung’s heart skips a beat. Felix’s does, too. It’s nothing they haven’t done before, but the way you just said it makes both their heads spin in anticipation. Jisung’s trembling fingers eventually reach the waistband of Felix’s boxers, but before he could drag them down the younger’s legs, he decides to tease Felix and himself a bit as memories of what had happened mere hours before flash before Jisung’s eyes. Memories of when he was bent over the couch with Felix’s chest pressed flat against his back and his hot breath on Jisung’s face. These are the thoughts running back and forth in Jisung’s mind as he brings his hand to palm Felix’s crotch, cupping and squeezing his boyfriend’s length. Felix hisses under his breath, finding it a bit harder now to focus on the movements of his fingers in and out of you, but he still manages to do a great job.

Jisung continues to leave kisses on Felix’s skin, his shoulders first, then moving down, leaving a series of pecks all over his spine. And then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Felix’s underwear and, finally, slides the dark piece of fabric down the younger’s legs impatiently, in a matter of seconds, throwing it across the room.

Felix chuckles when he feels his boyfriend’s fingers wrapping around his length and Jisung’s lips on his lower back as his kisses move down, down, down. “You’re so impatient, hm?” He teases Jisung, and even though Jisung can’t see his face, he knows Felix’s smirking. “You’re so horny.”

Jisung just rolls his eyes and scoffs. “You’re one to talk,” he chuckles, bringing two fingers to his mouth and wraps his lips around them, “like you weren’t begging to be between my legs this afternoon.”

He realizes what he just said a little too late. You’re already looking at both of them with an eyebrow raised, clearly unamused by the accidental revelation. “Well, that’s interesting,” you comment, wrapping your fingers around Felix’s wrist to stop his movements inside of you. He bites his lip, guilty, looking at you with puppy eyes. “What happened this afternoon, Sungie?”

“Mommy, I-“ Felix start, but you shush him.

“I asked Sungie,” you narrow your eyes at him. Then, your gaze shifts to the older boy, whose eyes are big and round - he’s scared he’s just fucked everything up, he’s scared you won’t let them cum tonight, all because of him and his incapacity of keeping his mouth shut. “You’re gonna tell me everything now, sweet boy, aren’t you? You’re gonna tell mommy everything that happened when she wasn’t there. And if you’re a good boy, mommy will reward you, baby. You know I will.”

Jisung nods swiftly, the promise of a reward washes away the guilt immediately. Felix rolls his eyes, the brat.

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good boy,” you stretch your arm to cup Jisung’s cheek, and he leans in your touch. “Now, start.”

“We… Felix and I, we were watching a movie,” Jisung starts, “and- and we were cuddling. On the couch.” He watches closely as you remove Felix’s hand from your panties, despite his whines. The younger boy gives Jisung the side-eye, and Jisung gulps.

“Don’t mind him, baby. Go on,” you encourage him with a nod.

“And then we… we got hard.”

“You both got hard?” You quirk an eyebrow at Jisung, somehow not believing him. “Remember, you have to tell me the truth if you want your reward.”

Jisung sighs, and gives in. “Felix got hard first. He was so needy, mommy, he kept touching me, couldn’t keep his hands off of me.”

You lick your lips, then motion for Jisung to come closer, to take Felix’s place next to you. “He kept touching you where?”

“M-my thighs, mommy. And then he… he…” Jisung blushes at the memory, “he touched me there,” he whispers the last part as he feels his own cock throb.

“Here?” You ask him, feigning innocence, as you wrap your fingers around his little cock. Jisung nods, biting his lip, already putty under your touch - you always know how to make him feel good, he’s so grateful for you. For both of you. “He touched your little cock?”

Jisung nods again. “He did, mommy. And he kissed my neck and my lips and my face, too. He was all over me.”

“Seems like he was very needy, hm?” You ask, and Jisung whines when you jerk him off a little bit, squeezing his sensitive, leaking tip. He bites on his lower lip, eyes rolling in the back of his skull.

“He-he was, mommy, I told you.”

“That’s right, baby, you did. Mommy’s so proud of you for telling the truth,” you praise him, pumping his length slowly - up and down, until your hand brushes the soft hair at the base of his cock, and then you move it right back up to tease his tip some more. “What happened next?”

“Mommy-“ Felix starts, but you interrupt him immediately.

“Oh, angel. You had your chance to speak up and you didn’t - now it’s too late, I’m afraid,” you pout at him. It’s a fake pout, and he knows you’re gonna punish him for disobeying your rules. “Sungie, baby, go on.”

Jisung shivers when you kiss the top of his head. “He undressed me, mommy, and I let him. He was so desperate, so… needy, and I was, too. ‘M sorry.”

You smirk, letting go of his pretty cock, which slaps on his skin as soon as you unwrap your fingers from around it. Then, you tease him by running the pads of your fingers on the sensitive skin of his balls - round and full, ready to be milked dry. And then your fingers move down some more, until they brush his rim. “Did he fuck you?”

Jisung gasps, both from your straightforwardness and from the feeling of you touching his most sensitive spot - the spot that always makes him shiver, the one that makes him cum the hardest. He doesn’t answer, at least not out loud. With a weak nod, he confirms your suspicions.

“Oh, he did, didn’t he?” You bite your lip, circling Jisung’s entrance with your fingers - you just want to tease him, nothing more. “He fucked this sweet ass?”

They know they’re not supposed to have fun without your permission when you’re not there.

“He-he did,” Jisung confesses, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, biting his cheek to muffle his whimpers.

“Tell me how.”

Jisung’s cock throb at the memory. Felix, from behind him, feels a shiver run down his spine, too.

“He bent me over the couch,” he mumbles, whimpering because of the way your fingers feel pressed on his skin - and to think you’re not even touching him properly. “He took me right there, mommy. He kept kissing me, kept telling me he loves me.”

“I love both of you,” Felix is quick to clarify, but you ignore his remark.

“You let him fuck you like a slut, baby?” You ask rhetorically, loving the way Jisung squirms under your touch and because of the way you’re dirty talking to him now. “You let him creampie this cute little ass?”

“Oh, God, mommy…” Jisung whines, “‘m… I’m…”

You stop touching him immediately, lifting your hand from his body. “Were you getting close already, Sungie?” You tease him with a smirk he can’t see, because his face is buried in your chest right now as he takes deep breaths. “You’re such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his body. He needs to feel you, he needs to breathe your scent, he needs to get lost in everything that makes you… you.

“Come get your reward then,” you whisper to him, kissing the top of his head. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and bring his hand between your legs, allowing his digit to brush the same spot Felix’d been touching until not too long ago. You’re still wet, he can feel it despite the fabric of your panties.

Reward. You said reward. Does this mean…

“Mommy, what…” he pulls back to look you in the eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side.

You nod, and don’t miss the way his boba eyes light up. “Yeah, mommy’s gonna let you fuck her pussy. It’s yours, baby, come and get it.”

Felix blinks a couple of times, because he was sure he was going to fuck your pussy first. Like, one hundred percent sure. Is this your way of punishing him? By denying him your sweet pussy? What if you won’t allow him to cum at all tonight?

“But- it was my turn,” he protests. He really doesn’t know when to shut up.

You smirk at him, hooking your fingers in the hem of your panties before pulling them over the curve of your ass and down your legs, revealing your bare sex to their impatient eyes. “You lost that privilege when you decided to disobey me and hide it from me,” you tease him - you’re not really angry, you just want to see him squirm. And you want to have a little fun, yes.

“I wasn’t trying to hide anything, mommy. I just… forgot to mention it?”

“Hm, so you fucked Sungie this afternoon and still want to be the first to fuck mommy’s pussy tonight… Aren’t you a little too greedy, angel?” You smirk.

He’s greedy, yes, but how could he not be? He has the sexiest boyfriend and girlfriend, what is he supposed to do? His dick just won’t stop getting hard whenever he’s around either of you.

“But don’t worry, mommy’s not gonna leave you high and dry, she’s not that mean,” you reassure him, stretching your arm to cup his cheek, brushing soft strands of hair from his face. “Sungie, baby, come on on top.”

Felix is beyond confused, and so is Jisung, but the older boy still listens to your words. You lie on your back on the wide bed and spread your legs to welcome your boyfriend’s body between them, and once he does, you turn your head to look at Felix.

“Mommy, what…?” Jisung asks.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” you cup his cheek with your hand, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. “Mommy wants to thank you for being such an obedient little thing. You’re gonna fuck mommy’s pussy now-“

“Yes- yes, thank you. Thank you, mommy.”

“While,” you continue, stressing the word, “Felix fucks your pussy.”

Felix and Jisung look at each other first, then at you. They’re beyond shocked. You’ve never done that before. But there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?

“We… I… huh?” Felix looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, but kneels on the mattress nonetheless. He’s not opposed to the idea and neither is Jisung - they’re just surprised.

You nod. “You heard me right,” you say to Felix, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I wanna see the way you get all pretty and desperate for Sungie. Wanna see how dirty my precious angel can be. Can you do that for mommy?”

Felix nods vigorously - of course he can. He’d do anything for you.

“I can.”

“Good boy,” you praise him, patting his thigh. Then, you turn your head in Jisung’s direction. He’s kneeling between your legs - hard cock in his hand, still pretty clueless. “It’s time for your reward. Here,” you spread your legs a bit wider, “it’s all for you, baby.”

Jisung gulps. He’s not gonna last at all - he’s already on the verge of his orgasm just from a couple of dirty words and your teasing, and he’s supposed to last while fuckingyou and being fucked by his boyfriend at the same time? Not gonna happen, he’s gonna bust in a couple of minutes if he has enough self control. If.

Jisung rests his palm on the mattress, balancing his weight on solely his arm as he slides his tiny cock up and down your folds a couple of times, spreading your arousal all over his tip to use it as lube before sinking into your wet heat. His pink tip bumps your clit a few times, and he whines when he hears a small yelp fall from your lips, and the next thing you know - he’s pressing at your entrance.

“Can I put it in, mommy? Can I fuck you now?”

Felix, from beside you, moves to open the first drawer of your nightstand and fishes a small, plastic bottle. Lube. The substance is freezing cold when he squirts some of it on the tips of his fingers.

“Yes, Sungie. You can fuck me.”

Even though he’s literally impatient and can’t physically wait to fuck you - he pushes his cock inside of you excruciatingly slow, gripping your hip as he sinks all the way. His mouth falls open as small huffs fall from it, and he lets out a deep “Oh” once he’s fully sheathed inside of you - his balls literally pressed against your ass.

“Oh my- fuck, you feel good, mommy. So good. ’T’s wet, and… hot.”

“You feel good, too, baby. Your little cock feels so good inside of me,” you tell him, and Jisung whimpers - because of your pussy, yes, but also because he feels Felix’s hand on his hip, and then his lips on his skin.

Felix kisses the spot between Jisung’s shoulders one, two, three times as he slowly strokes his hard length, smearing the lube all over its surface - slick sounds filling the room together with Jisung’s heavy breaths. Inside of you, his cock twitches.

“C’mere, baby,” you say to Jisung, motioning for him to lie down on top of you and press his body on yours.

He does, his body hovering over yours until he presses his chest on yours and balances his weight on his elbows, on each side of your body. You kiss the top of his head, and he leans in to your touch as his fingers toy with the ends of your hair and breathes in your scent. He feels home.

Jisung gulps when he feels Felix’s fingers brush the soft skin of his ass. “Do you think you need to be prepped, love?” He says in a husky breath, fingers moving down to brush Jisung’s entrance, and the older boy hisses at the feeling of the cold lube on his skin.

Jisung shakes his head as a no, then nuzzles your neck with his nose. “Nope,” he mumbles, biting his lip when he feels Felix’s fingers on his rim, where the younger boy carefully smears the remaining of lube. “There’s no need to. You prepped me enough this afternoon,” he tilts his head to the side to smirk at him.

Felix chuckles, shaking his head, then slaps Jisung’s asscheek. “Fine, then,” Felix says, aligning his cock at his boyfriend’s entrance. “You ready?” He asks, and Jisung nods.

You cup Jisung’s face in your hands and force him to look at you as Felix slowly enters him. You watch closely the way his mouth falls slightly open, a small whine falling from it as his eyes flutter shut. Felix grunts, too, while sinking further into Jisung until he’s fully buried inside of him, pressing his body on yours even more. Jisung’s head falls on your chest, and he rests his forehead on your skin - shaky breaths falling from his lips.

“Are you feeling good, baby? You feel nice and full?” You ask him, running your hand through his dark hair.

“Feels good, mommy, you have no idea. So good. I feel… full, and- and mommy’s pussy’s so hot around me,” he moans, hips inevitably jerking to meet yours, and Felix moans too when he feels Jisung’s movements, “’n’ Felix’s cock is so hard.”

“That’s what you deserve,” you play with his hair, tugging it a bit just to hear him whine some more. “Now don’t be shy, baby - fuck mommy’s pussy and fuck yourself on Felix’s cock. Be a good boy, Sungie.”

His head snaps up in your direction, and you can clearly see how flustered he actually looks - his puffy cheeks are red, pupils full blown and his lips are a bit plumper than usual because of the way he’s constantly biting on them to muffle his moans. You encourage him with a weak nod, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Then, he obliges, rolling his hips to meet yours first, then pulling slightly back to fuck himself on Felix’s hard length.

“O-Oh, mommy,” he moans, and even though everything’s so overwhelming, he doesn’t stop rolling his hips - his movements turn more and more slutty with each thrust. In a matter of seconds, he’s a moaning mess.

“F-Fuck, you take it so well,” Felix can’t help but moan. His hands are on each side of Jisung’s slutty waist, eyes glued on where his body and Jisung’s connect. “How- how are you still so tight? You’re incredible, fuck.”

Jisung’s head is spinning. Felix’s cock is repeatedly hitting his prostate and, at the same time, your tight, wet pussy is perfectly enveloping desperate cock. Jisung is a weak, weak man when it comes to you and Felix - he won’t last much longer.

“‘M not… ‘m not gon-na last,” Jisung whimpers through laboured breaths. His tiny fingers grip the bedsheet tight, until his knuckles turn white, as his movements become more and more frantic and inconsistent. His legs are shaking when he presses his ass flat on Felix’s hips - Felix groans, gripping Jisung’s hips even tighter.

“Don’t cum, baby - not yet,” you tell him, and Jisung’s eyes widen in pure shock.

How is he supposed to put off his orgasm?

“I can’t- I can’t, mommy. Feels too good,” he sniffles, there’s actual tears in his eyes, but keeps on swaying his hips back and forth - the soft, curly hair at the base of his cock brushing your clit with each thrust. Jisung’s cock is shorter than average, yes, but it can still reach your g-spot perfectly.

“Aw, it feels too good?” You parrot him, smirking and biting on your lip as you look at Jisung. Behind him, Felix looks just as desperate to cum - head thrown back and lips slightly parted, but you can clearly see the way his chest rises and falls quickly.

Jisung nods. “‘M so close. ‘M sorry mommy, ‘m gonna cum,” Jisung practically sobs. His whole body trembles and shakes.

You cup his cheek, but then your hand moves down until you wrap your fingers around Jisung’s throat - you don’t tighten your grip, though. “Fine. Cum, then, you desperate little thing. Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum,” you tell him, looking him in the eye, and that does it for Jisung.

With a chocked moan, he buries himself deeper inside of you and, finally, he cums. He cums and it feels as if his orgasm was lasting forever, because his legs and whole body just keep on shaking even after he’s emptied himself inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. Then, his spent body just collapses on yours.

“Fuck, you gave me so much, baby. You’re such a good boy for mommy,” you kiss the tip of his nose. Jisung sighs, but before he could say anything Felix, from behind him, interrupts him.

“Mommy- fuck, can I cum, too? N-need to cum.”

Your gaze shifts back on Jisung. You run your hand through his hair. “You’re gonna let Felix fuck you dumb, Sungie?” Jisung nods desperately. “Yeah? You’re gonna let him use your body to get off? You’re gonna let him cream your slutty ass?” You bring your hand down to Jisung’s ass and slap his cheek.

“Yeah. Yeah, he- he can use me. Can cum inside of me,” Jisung mumbles, cheek turning a deeper shade of pink. “You can do anything to me, fuck,” he swears under his breath when he feels Felix begin to thrust inside of him at a steady pace, “‘m yours mommy. And Felix’s. ‘M your good boy.”

The pace of Felix’s thrusts becomes quicker. He fucks Jisung exactly like he’d done earlier that afternoon - desperately, impatiently, with a primal need to feel him as close as possible. So he changes the angle of his thrusts, pressing Jisung’s body on top of yours as he practically mounts him. Felix balances his body on one arm, allowing his body to hover over yours and Jisung’s as he keeps on fucking his boyfriend. He doesn’t forget to kiss Jisung’s skin, of course - his nape, then the side of his neck, and then his shoulders, where he sticks his teeth. Jisung hisses, but his eyes roll in the back of his head nonetheless. He’s loving every second of this.

“Is that how he fucked you earlier?” You ask Jisung, tilting your head to the side.

“Y-Yes,” Jisung confirms.

“You were right - he is needy.”

Felix’s not really paying attention to either of you, though, because all of a sudden he’s on the verge of his own orgasm as well. “Oh shit. I think I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, thrusts turning sloppier and more frantic as his cock twitches inside of Jisung. “Can… can I, mommy?” He asks for your permission.

“Cum, angel. Fill him up.”

Jisung whines, Felix cums.

Felix fills him up exactly like you told him to - balls twitching as he empties himself inside of his boyfriend for the second time that day. It’s okay, though, he’ll never get tired of it. Only when he’s sure he’s given Jisung every single drop of his cum, does Felix pull out, wrapping his fingers around the base of his semi-soft dick. Then, he lies down next to you, completely spent, as he tries to catch his breath.

“‘M sorry, mommy,” is the first thing Jisung says, with tears in his eyes. “You didn’t cum. I couldn’t… I came so fast, I couldn’t make you cum,” he mumbles, sounding absolutely defeated.

You smile at him, caressing his cheek. “You did so good, baby. This was all for you, this was your reward for being the best boy.”

There’s a million things Jisung wants to say right now, but he just kisses your lips instead. “Thank you, mommy,” he mumbles, before pulling out of you - cock already kind of limp and covered in his own release, that’s dribbling onto his pubic hair as well. He lies down on your side, on the opposite side of Felix, and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Mommy?” Felix mumbles, clearing his throat and scooting closer. He presses a couple of kisses on the naked skin of your shoulder. “‘M sorry if I made you mad today - sorry for not telling you about… what we did when you weren’t there.”

You turn your head in his direction, and smile at him. A genuine smile, and he instantly relaxes, sighing out of relief. “You didn’t, angel. Mommy was just teasing you. Did you like it?”

Felix nods and he, too, wraps his arm around you. “I did…”

“But?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow at him, sensing there’s more he’d like to say.

His cheek turn a bright shade of pink, and he hides his face in your neck. “‘M stil… I’m still needy for your pussy, mommy. And… and you didn’t cum.”

Your fingers toy with his blond hair. “Hm, you’re right…” you hum. “I didn’t cum, and Sungie left a mess down there. Why don’t you eat mommy out, then?”

Felix pulls back to look at you, then nods, and in a matter of seconds he’s already lying between your legs, ready to start lapping at your pussy - all wet with your release as well as Jisung’s.

“Oh, and - Lix, Sungie?” You call their names and their heads instantly snap in your direction. “Next time you decide to have fun together while I’m not there… send a video, yeah?”

-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️

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