#hehehehe i’m so touched really ><

[cherrypeaking]

Fellow solomons hellooo🥰🥰🥰

I was scrolling thru my followers and so surprised when you already follow me, and i'm not following you😭 (the audacity)

I'm sooo happy with your taehyun fic, likeeee that's the smut i've been waiting for soo long, with fluff🥺🤧 mc and tyun in the fic is soo freakin cute soo freakin sweet

Send this to you bcs I think it fits your tumblr aesthetic and this bcs this to do taehyun still haunt me till this day

hello fellow solomon!! hehe no problem dear <3 i recently joined and saw your blog and watched your pinned tiktok about taehyun calling you princess an alarming amount of times because i’m crazy for him and that’s when i followed you 🤭

thank you so so much for your words about my fic 🥹🩷🫶 i like writing taehyun as a silly guy, because he’s so goofy!! and doesn’t even try to be funny but he is hilarious 😭🩷 i could write an essay about him haha sorry

omg thank you so much for the edits THE FIRST ONE IS SO CUTE and i can see why it fits my aesthetic because he’s my sweet baby 🥰 BUT GOD THE SECOND ONE IM STILL STUCK ON HIS ADAM APPLE??? HELLO???

thank you so much!! 🩷🩷

[ponderingmoonlight]

Touching kny men's frogs by accident

Pairings: Sanemi x fem!reader; Giyu x fem!reader; Rengoku x fem!reader; bonus: Tengen x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Warnings: Not smut but it's getting heated y'all, heavy inspiration from apothecary diaries hehehehe, enjoy babes

I didn't feel like writing for quite some time and would totally appreciate you showing some love and support 🤍

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“I can’t fucking stand you”, you hiss through gritted teeth, body feeling like exploding any given minute.

Out of all the people around you, why does it always have to be him you’re assigned with? Why not Giyu, why not Rengoku? No, it’s always the asshole himself, the devil in person.

“Join the club. I can’t stand you either, but at least I’m having fun with it”, he jeers back, the veins on his forehead almost popping.

If there’s one thing he hates more than anything else on this planet, it has to be you. Sanemi’s eyes glare you up and down as you walk in front of him, feet stomping onto the ground demonstratively while you make your way to the mansion you were assigned to.

No, that’s not true. If there’s one thing he hates more than anything else on this planet, it has to be that you hate him.

“Let’s just get this shitty mission over with”, you mumble under your breath.

Fuck, you’re almost able to feel his gaze burning through your back while it takes all your focus not to trip like an idiot. You hate to admit it, hate to even think about it, but somehow…

Why does the way he holds his sword have to be so damn attractive? Why does his voice force your heart to skip a beat, your knees to feel oh so weak? Why does it have to be him, the guy who hates you more than anyone else? You’re nothing but a fool for falling for him so hard. God, you really need to pull yourself together. Maybe telling yourself over and over that you hate him as well will finally force some sense back into your brain.

Will it? Or maybe, just maybe telling him about those things might help. Maybe you need to get this off your chest, maybe you need to feel him rejecting you to finally move on. You clench your hands into tight fists, heartbeat picking up in an instant. Yes, you just have to do this. There’s no way you’ll be able to act like that forever. And after that, after he rejected you like the asshole he is, you’ll definitely be able to hate him like you’re supposed to.

“Sanemi, I really have to-“

But just when your courage took over, you aren’t able to complete your sentence. A pair of razor-sharp teeth shoots just barely past your throat. An animal? A demon? You didn’t even realize that the sun is already fully set, didn’t even hear this lower-ranked demon coming. A dangerous mistake that right now, might cost your life.

“Watch out!”, Sanemi cries out behind you.

Images start to blur and overlap, you feel your body falling towards the cold hard ground. Are you dead, injured? Time seems to stand still, the only thing you’re able to do is pressing your eyes shut.

Until you land.

Softly.

“(y/n)…”

You clench your hands even harder, body not able to comprehend what just happened. You were on your way to the ground, without any doubt. How is it possible that you landed so softly? Did the demon eat you, eventually?

“Can you just…stop?”

“Sanemi?”

Immediately, your eyes dart towards the sound of his whiny voice.

Underneath you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa is lying under your very own body, trapped between your legs, kept in place by your hand.

Your hand…What is that soft feeling? A frog, maybe? You squeeze a little tighter. To be honest, you never really touched a frog-

“(y/n)!”, Sanemi cries your name in a way he’s never done before, his cheeks so bright red that it leaves worry lines all over your face.

“Did you catch a fever? No wonder considering that cold wind you’ve made earlier while training. I told you over and over that-“

“Your hand”, Sanemi presses out.

“Remove your fucking hand.”

Your hand? You shake your head in sheer confusion. What on earth does this have to do with your hand?

While one of your palms rests flat against the cool ground, the other still holds onto that squishy but somehow comforting thing. Your eyes wander down your own arm, searching for what might be a frog.

You swallow hard, hand snapping away in an instant.

God, you want to die. Right here on the spot. Without any last words.

Is this really, did you really touch him…there?

“It wasn’t a frog”, you mutter in sheer horror while lifting yourself off the boy underneath you.

“A frog!?”

“I…I thought this was a frog! Why didn’t you tell me earlier that I…that I touched you there!?”, you cry out in nothing but horror.

“Why the hell did you think it was a frog, idiot? I definitely don’t feel like a frog”, Sanemi gives back while grabbing your arm.

“And stop wiping your fucking hand like you just touched something dirty!”

“I…I need to go now”, you announce in a haste.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You really touched Sanemi down there. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the boy you always hated. No, the boy you secretly love.

And that’s definitely worse.

“Stay right where you are, (y/n)…We…We still have this stupid mission going and I don’t wanna get scolded by Shinobu for scaring you away”, the white-haired man mumbles, the pressure he puts on your wrist now becoming more gentle.

“Right.”

Get yourself together. Acting like a dumb teenager doesn’t help the situation either. As if nothing happened, you straighten your shoulders and start walking towards the estate again.

An uneasy silence begins settling between both of you, Sanemi just strolling by your side without even looking your way. Fuck, this is so awkward and strange. What are you supposed to do? Not saying a word until the mission is over, talking about the weather?

“Thank you for saving me from that demon earlier”, you blurt out without thinking twice.

“I’m still not over the fact that you called me a frog…”, he mumbles while shaking his head.

“What else was I supposed to say? I really thought it was a frog!”, you try to defend yourself.

In the split of a second, you find yourself pinned against a nearby tree.

“A frog, huh? No problem, I’m gonna show you it’s anything but a frog”, he hisses though gritted teeth.

„S-show me what?“

Giyu Tomioka

„You need to listen to your surroundings. The only thing you’re fighting with are your eyes”, Giyu explains briefly while putting a blindfold over your eyes.

Word of protest get stuck in your throat. No, it took you way too long to convince the water hashira to train you. To be exact, a couple of letters from Sakonji and you begging on your knees. You’ll definitely won’t risk him turning his back on you again over something as stupid as a blindfold.

“You need to focus on your other senses as well.”

Like the sound of his calm voice that makes your heart skip a beat? Or the faint smell of grapes that sticks to his clothes and tingles your nose?

“I said focus”, he warns you.

You blink into the darkness and straighten your shoulders. He’s right. You’re here to get trained by the water hashira and not to pine after him. You have to prove yourself. You have to show him you’re worthy of his time.

“Go.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. With a swift motion you dart forwards, follow the sound of his steps. You furrow your eyebrows while desperately trying to focus on the ever so slightly crush of branches underneath his feet, your bare skin eager to feel the tiniest brush of wind.

But before you’re even able to detect him, you feel his hand roughly slapping the back of your head.

“You’re not trying good enough”, he comments calmly.

That’s it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. You turn around as fast as possible, your arm on its way to hit him.

Now you have Giyu, now you’re finally able to strike back.

Your hands hold onto something when he forces you around swiftly.

And then you hit the ground.

“What the hell was that?”, you bark while yanking away that stupid blindfold.

But when your eyes meet his, your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“Giyu? Are you…alright?”

His cheeks are bright red, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead while he stares at you with widened eyes. What is going on? Is there something behind both of you?

“(y/n)…”

He breathes out your name like a prayer, a minor whimper escapes his oh so beautiful lips.

“Hey, your worrying me. What’s going on?”, you question, eyes scanning him up and down.

Until your gaze wanders to your very own hand.

That rest just where his private parts are.

“Oh!”

Immediately, you stumble backwards while wiping your hand against your uniform like the idiot you are. How the hell did you not realize that you were touching him there?

“I-I…I’m so s-sorry! It wasn’t on purpose!”, you cry out immediately.

You’re screwed. What if Giyu thinks you’re a disgusting freak, a pervert? You never touched a man like that in your entire life, never knew what it would feel like. But…you never imagined it to feel this big. No wonder though, Giyu definitely seems like the kind of guy who keeps his secrets to himself.

“(y/n), can you…stop staring at me like that?”, he mumbles.

Your dirty eyes widen when you start to notice that you were still staring at his pants.

“I’m so sorry!”

“I think I need to go for a few minutes”, he announces awkwardly while getting up.

“What? Please don’t leave, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself! I will be more careful, I will make sure something like this n-“

“(y/n), please just stop talking. I need to calm down. Now excuse me.”

“But Giyu, please don’t leave me hanging! I don’t want us to stop training, there’s still so much you need to teach me-“

“I need a couple of minutes to…take care of something.”

“To take care of something?”, you repeat visibly confused.

What on earth does he have to take care of now? His very own hand wanders to his pants, adjusting what looks like a visible bump.

A bump.

You swallow hard.

“Oh.”

Instinctively, you turn around, your cheeks now bright red.

“O-okay. Got it. Sorry”, you mutter.

Kyojuro Rengoku

“(y/n), stay by my side!”, Kyojuro instructs you while dashing down the dark forest.

Your heart pumps rapidly, mouth already tasting like iron. To be honest, you are exhausted. Exhausted of running, exhausted of fighting, exhausted of this cruel night. What time is it? When will the sun finally rise again? The only thing that keeps you going is him. The man who runs in front of you and shields you from demon attacks as often as possible.

Him, Kyojuro Rengoku.

“I can’t do this anymore”, you mutter when your sight already starts to get foggy.

Kyojuro turns around, eyes springing back and forth between you and the army of demon who dash behind both of you.

What now? He can’t watch out for you while killing off all those demons. No, he’s forced to wait until help arrives. Otherwise, you might get hurt. Or even worse…

He shakes his head ever so slightly, eyes focusing on what’s in front of him. Kyojuro was never the type to hide like a coward, but right now, this might be your only chance.

“Follow me.”

Gently, he grabs your hand and drags you behind him, dashing towards what looks like a small cottage at neck-breaking speed.

“Kyojuro, what are you doing?”, you question in sheer confusion.

He managed to leave all those demons behind, now running straight towards the cottage in front of them. What is his plan?

“We will hide until help arrives”, he explains briefly.

With a swift motion, he opens and closes the door behind your trembling figure, eyes darting around the room without a real aim.

Until they land on a closet.

“Hiding? But-“

“I’m sure Uzui will arrive within the next few minutes. But with you injured like this and countless demons chasing after us, I’m not able to defeat them by myself while still making sure you’re fine”, he explains briefly while gently shoving you into the closet.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when he pushes himself inside next to you and closes the door, so close that you’re able to feel his breath tickling against your cheek.

“Thank you for thinking about me”, you breathe into the suddenly so private space.

“I always will, (y/n).”

A warm feeling spreads in your stomach as well as your now pounding heart. It’s hard not to fall for a perfect man like him. Him who engulfs you with the sheer heat of his body. Him, who has never been this close to you before. Him, the man you love since the first time you saw him.

Your feelings threaten to overpower you just like your dizziness. In the search for hold, you adjust your body in the tiny space, hands searching for support.

A minor whine fills the otherwise quiet place, coming straight from Kyojuro’s lips.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself as well?”, you question, now pulled out of your trance.

You didn’t even have the time to think about Kyojuro with all those demons chasing after you. What if he got injured? How careless of you to not check on him sooner.

“No, it’s just…You’re squeezing my pelvic area”, he presses out.

“W-what?”, you shriek, instantly removing your hand.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was holding onto a knob!”, you try to explain in an instant.

“(y/n), you are killing me”, he suddenly mutters with unusual low voice.

“I do…what?”

In the matter of seconds, you find yourself trapped between his strong arms, the heat radiating from his body threatening to burn you alive while your glossy eyes stare at him through the darkness.

“I had my eyes on you for quite some time now. If I’m being honest, I developed feeling for you a long time ago.”

Feelings? Kyojuro Rengoku developed feelings? For you? You have to be dreaming, hallucinating due to blood loss. But the pressure of his hands against your back is real just like his breath that caresses your face gently.

“Kyojuro, I-“

You aren’t able to finish your sentence. The split of a second is all it takes for the doors of the closet to swing open.

“Now, look what we have here. Two lovebirds cramped into a tiny space with (y/n)’s hand…Oh, I might have interrupted something here”, Tengen jeers at both of you with a dirty smile plastered onto his face.

“Get away from here right now!”, you cry out along with slapping his shoulder roughly.

“Embarrassed because I caught you?”

“You didn’t catch us! This was…an accident.”

“And accident?”

“An accident”, Koyjuo confirms.

“You can’t fool me, lovebirds. But for now, let’s focus on those demons”, Tengen comments dryly while drawing his swords.

Bonus: Uzui Tengen

“You need to help me”, your beloved husband presses out through gritted teeth, his face twisted in pain.

“Yeah, sure I’ll do anything!”

You have to blink a few times against the wave of panic that threatens to take you over, Uzui’s blood sticking to your hands uncomfortably. You need to get yourself together, need to focus on helping your husband after this rough mission.

“Press your hand against my leg and stop the bleeding”, he chokes, his head now resting against the rough ground.

“Okay, I can totally do that!”, you mutter.

There’s no time to waste. As fast as possible, you press your trembling palm against the warmth of his body, your eyes scanning his face for any reaction when a sudden whimper escapes his lips.

“(y/n)…I always love when you touch me there, but right now, I need you to press your hand against my leg.”

“Oh!”

Immediately, you remove your hand from his groin and press it onto the gaping wound on his leg.

“I guess that was habit.”

"Well, now I'm horny and injured...", Tengen mumbles under his breath.

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[jamminvroomvroom]

busy.

ln x fem!reader

in which there’s a whole club of people waiting to celebrate the race winner, but he’s a bit busy…

hehehehe i’ve been cooking this one up since he won!! obsessed with this, it’s really not my best work in terms of literary masterpieces, but…. it’s horny self indulgence. enjoy, lemme know what you think, love you!!!

songs to set the mood: the alchemy by taylor swift, agora hills by doja cat, so high school by taylor swift, starboy by the weeknd

warnings: 18+!! minors dni i am so serious! this is just. porn without plot (with a lil plot) like this is peak feral needy lando, dom!lando, oral (f&m receiving), spanking, accidental voyeurism?, max verstappen, dry humping, unprotected sex (don’t do that!), touch of fluff as well, established relationship, crying, overstimulation

3.8k words

tears well in your eyes, the blurry screen telling you absolutely nothing, but it doesn’t matter anymore. he’s done it. the screams engulfing the garage seem to rattle all around you, the vibrations pushing your elation up another notch.

lando norris, formula 1 race winner.

your lando.

his voice floods your ears, so loud that the headphones seem to quiver as he screeches. a few tears roll thick down your face when he thanks his mum and dad, dedicates the win to his grandma, but then he says your name and you forget how to breathe.

“i’m nothing without you, baby.” his voice breaks, and your body is wracked with sobs.

various arms are slung over your shoulder, members of the team guiding you out of the garage and into parc ferme. the metal barrier digs into your ribs as you lean against it, desperate to catch a glimpse of him. his car rolls into position, the p1 marker sending another wave of emotion through you, and when he pulls himself out, he stands tall, proud, points to the sky.

you fall in love with him all over again.

he’s slapped on the back and passed around by the drivers but when he sets his sights on the sea of orange, nothing else exists. he’s flying over your head before you can even register it, elevated by the team and you watch him in awe. when he sees you, eyes locking with yours, a heart-melting, pantie-dropping grin spreads across his face and you can see the redness lining his eyes.

i love you he mouthes.

he’s lowered to the ground, spinning round to face you immediately. he tugs you as close as he can, the barrier definitely leaving it’s mark on both of you, and kisses you messily. all of the energy that he has left, all that he can muster, is put into the kiss, leaving you breathless, tugging on the fabric of his race suit like you’ll die if he gets taken away.

“‘m so proud of you.” you whisper against his lips, shivering as his thumbs graze your cheekbones.

“i love you so fucking much.” he beams, teeth clashing with yours when he kisses you with a smile.

“go get that trophy, mr norris.” you coo, and he winks, pressing his lips to your forehead. then, he’s gone.

champagne vapour leaves your skin sticky.

-

“lando, we gotta go.” you breathe, head rolling back to give him even more access to your strained neck, resting against the door of your shared hotel room.

you’re draped in orange satin, obviously, the short dress clinging to you deliciously, the one you always pack just in case. lando had been trying to convince you to stay in and let him have his way with you, and the second he walked out of the bathroom, still dripping from his shower, there was no way the pair of you were heading anywhere in a hurry.

“says who?” he grunts, his hips digging into yours.

“there’s a whole club waiting to celebrate with you-“

“the only person i want to celebrate with is you.” he punctuates his words with a harsh nip of his teeth.

“lando.” you whine in protest, not because you actually want him to stop, but because you don’t want to deprive him of a night out with his friends.

“try and convince me to go one more time, and i’ll edge you until you fucking cry.” he licks up your neck, tugging you from against the door, and guides you towards the bed. “and when you’re begging for me to make you cum, i’ll get you dressed up all pretty and we’ll go to the club with you dripping down your thighs.”

your lips quivers, caught between your teeth at his promise. you know he means it. his eyes darken when you nod quickening your pace until you’re stood at the foot of the bed. he’d only made it as far as putting his jeans on, so you rake your nails down his chest, watching as the tanned skin pales as you dig your fingertips in.

you teeter on your tip toes, leaning up to kiss him but he pulls back, smirking, holding you at arms length while he wiggles his jeans off and clambers onto the bed. you pout, watching him position himself up against the headboard, curling two fingers that beckon you forwards. you kick off your heels, crawling up the bed until you sit pretty on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs as you straddle him, leaving the lace of your panties flush against the cotton of his underwear.

you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers catch your chin, holding you back. you whine at the way he restrains you for a second time, wanting nothing more to melt into his frame while you lick into his mouth. he tuts, damp curls falling over his forehead.

“five minutes ago you wanted to go out.” lando tilts his head accusingly, a teasing lilt to his tone.

“changed my mind.” you hum, attempting to roll your hips. he slaps your thigh, light enough that it doesn’t hurt, hard enough that you sink into submission.

“you’re gonna have to prove that to me.” he sighs, feigning sympathy. you’re pulsing against him, and he can feel the damp heat of your cunt. “you’re gonna grind your little pussy on me until i can see how wet you are. gotta convince me, baby.” he grins at you, flashing his teeth. your jaw goes slack.

“lan.” you moan, eyes widening at his instruction.

“show me how bad you wanna congratulate me.” lando’s voice drops an octave, gravelly and direct, sending bolts of lightning down your spine.

you rock your hips over his bulge, slowly at first, tentative for the first couple of glides. you can feel how hard he is, your clit bumping the thick head of his cock as you grind down on him. your wetness begins to seep through the skimpy lace as you pick up the pace, revelling in the friction, the fire that you’ve lit between your two bodies.

lando makes no effort to help you, not at first, watching smugly as you slick him up. he can feel your warmth washing over him, the way you struggle to keep going as the pleasure builds. he focuses his eyes on the splotch growing on his crotch, honing in on the way your folds are slipping out of your quite frankly useless underwear. his lip catches between his teeth, pupils blown wide. his self restraint completely dissolves, one hand tangling in your hair, slotting his lips over yours, while his other flies to your waist forcing your hips backwards and forwards.

“wanna get my tongue on you, taste the mess you’ve made.” he mumbles against your lips. your thighs clench around his waist, rutting frantically on his lap. “‘n then i’m gonna get my fingers inside of you. it’ll be so easy, won’t it? can feel you dripping already. messy girl.”

“please.” you rasp. “lando, i need you.” you’re pleading, pushing his curls back and tugging hard at the chocolate strands.

“oh, honey,” he starts, flipping you onto your back. you gasp, smoothing your hands over the slope of his back, your nails raking between his shoulder blades. “i’m gonna have you exactly how i want you.”

he doesn’t have to work too hard to get you naked, peeling sodden lace down your thighs and shoving the satin of your dress over your tits, off of your frame. it cascades onto the floor, wrinkled in a heap, but you couldn’t possibly care less, not when he’s snaking down your body on a mission. his tongue drags over your clavicle, over the curve of your breast, stopping briefly to tease your nipple. he scrapes his teeth over the bud, continuing his trail over your abdomen, the plush skin of your belly.

“say please.” lando taunts, staring up at you through thick lashes. he rests his head against your hip bone, raising an eyebrow. you’re shaking already, in no mood to play games. if this is what he wants, you can’t deny him. he’s your race winner.

“please, baby. want your tongue on me.” you pant, softening your eyes in sheer desperation.

“where?” he coos, punctuating his borderline cruel question with soft kisses over your navel.

you smile coyly, keeping eye contact as your fingers dart between your spread thighs. you dip into your folds, splaying them open for him, tracing your clit a few times. you’re utterly soaked, impressed almost.

“right here.” you’re blushing, but you know just how he likes it, and your tactics are proven right when he groans, guttural and feral, pinning your thighs to the mattress.

your head thuds against the pillows at the sensation of the first swipe, his tongue dragging from your opening to your swollen clit. his face is submerged between your thighs, you can’t see him anymore, but you can certainly feel him. you can feel the slow glide of his tongue, tasting every little drop of you, can feel the vibration when he hums out in pure bliss.

it makes your head spin, the way most guys would expect you to drop to your knees, but lando gets his kicks on his, lost between your thighs. your eyes roll back every time he burrows himself deeper, slurping obscenely where you’re dripping.

“lando!” you grit your teeth, nearing the edge, and it spurs him on, two fingers running up the crease of your thigh, lathering through your wetness.

the digits glide inside of you seamlessly, casting an echo of noise that makes you blush. he groans against your clit - you’re utterly soaked - sending a buzz shooting up your spine.

“oh, baby.” he slurs, enticed, rutting against the mattress. you’re in an absolute state, and it’s all his fault.

two fingers curl, your feet kick out uncontrollably, and he laughs, laughs, into your cunt. you can’t help yourself, barrelling towards your release, unable to resist the rush of white hot pleasure. he fucks his fingers into you even faster, you scream, throat going raw as he scissors in and out of you. your foot finds his shoulder, trying to kick him away, teetering dangerously close to the brink of overstimulation. he doesn’t let it phase him, aside from the furrowing of his brows in annoyance, slinging your leg over his shoulder and splitting you open.

“my- oh god.” you choke, spasming up the mattress. he’s not even thrusting his fingers anymore, instead he’s grinding them against that one special spot, sucking hard at your clit.

you cum again, limp on the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. you’re slurring his name, babbling incoherently when he pulls off of you, sitting back on his knees. he looks proud of himself, too proud, smirking at your lifeless body. you feel like you’re part of the mattress, so sunken into it and exhausted. he’s covered in you, lips swollen maroon, fingers coated. every part of him that has touched you seems to shine in the dim light. his curls have dried now, fluffy and untamed, falling over his greying eyes.

“taste better than champagne.” he whispers, falling onto his forearms and caging you in.

your skin litters with goosebumps, his bare chest against yours, and you crane your head, lazily kissing him. you can taste yourself on his lips, mouthing down his jaw until you reach the sensitive skin below his ear. you scrape your teeth down his jugular, slow, sinking in softly to the bulk of his shoulder. he falters, shivering, collapsing his entire body weight onto you.

plump lips suck purple splotches onto the base of his neck, where no one will see.

you want him to lose control, ram into you and fuck you like he’ll die if he doesn’t, so you continue to tease, misbehave as you rake your teeth over his bronzed skin. his eyes are shut, thick lashes dusting his cheekbones as he succumbs to your torture. your hand skims his belly, muscles pulled taut under your fingertips, and you find the band of his boxers, dipping under the fabric. he registers your touch, and something within him snaps, his eyes flying open. he rolls off of you, finding his feet as he moves from the bed to the mini fridge.

“on your knees.” he grins at you, beckoning you to the carpeted floor.

you’re dazed, staring at the green bottle in his hands. condensation runs down the thick glass of the champagne bottle and you blank, utterly perplexed by what he’s about to do, your thighs involuntarily clenching. lando’s impatient, tutting as his hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you down the bed towards him. you’re shocked back to reality by his brazenness, scrambling from the mattress. you fall to your knees, licking your lips in anticipation, watching him through gleaming doe eyes. he softens, captivated by how ready you are for him, but it’s short-lived and the smirk returns.

“go on, baby. you know what to do.” lando strokes your cheek soothingly. your fingers curl into his waistband once again, and this time he lets you drag his boxers down. his cock springs free, hard and weeping, and your mouth fills with saliva, urgently taking him into your hand. “open wide.”

you look up at him just in time, watching how he raises the champagne bottle. he shakes it, once, twice, and your jaw drops as he pops the bottle. the liquid sprays, frothy and golden, dripping down your chest, over your tits, down your belly. you’re sticky, stickier, watching him in awe as the liquid pools around your knees. you notice how he’s glistening, the spray catching his abs, dripping south.

the noise he makes is carnal, a sigh of relief sounding when you lick over his hip bone, tracing your tongue over his pelvis until you reach the base of his cock. his hips stutter when you take him between your lips, the tip hitting the back of your throat as he immediately gives in to the warmth of your wet mouth. one of his hands works through your hair, bobbing you backwards and forwards, the other clasping tight around the neck of the bottle. he raises it to his parted lips, tipping his head back as he does, the liquid falling into his mouth. your eyes trace the curve of his neck, the swell of his lips, the way his knuckles have turned white contrasting the green glass. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping onto the carpet.

“look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” lando grins dopily, his nails scratching over your scalp. the moan that emits, low and needy from the back of your throat, makes him shudder. “enough now.” he pulls you off of him, but he leaves you on your knees.

the hand in your hair travels to cup your jaw, his thumb flush against your reddened lips. he pulls them apart, bringing the bottle down to your level. you accept it, welcoming the fizzy burst of liquid, swallowing it down in gulps that make your head spin. there’s pride in his eyes when you keeps yours trained on him.

“so good for me, so well behaved.” he mumbles, more to himself it seems, but the praise still leaves you weak.

lando extends his hands, the bottle forgotten on the desk, and he pulls you to your feet, flush against him. you grab at him desperately, pawing at his lean body like he’ll disappear.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, nosing over your jaw. you flush, cheeks tinting deep and warm. “‘m so in love with you.” he purrs into your ear.

heat and raw emotion flood through your veins, and you’re shoving him backwards towards the bed, climbing on top of him. your knees bump his hips as you straddle him, your hair fanning his shoulders as you kiss him hard.

“love you. ‘m so proud. wanna show you.” your words come out frenzied, muffled as they get lost to his mouth. your teeth clash with his, his winning smile moulding against yours.

“yeah, baby? gonna show me?” lando’s eyes rake over your frame, his hands guiding your hips. you raise yourself up, your hands lining you up, and then…

“oh.”

“fuck.”

you sink down on him, filling yourself up slowly, the both of you panting already. the glide is slow, easy; he’s so big but you’re so wet.

“aren’t you glad we didn’t go out?” he hisses through gritted teeth, entranced by the way you feel, everywhere, all over him.

you nod, frantic in your agreement, your eyes rolling back in your head as you bottom out. it’s addictive, the stretch of him, your hands gliding over his abs as you try to find some balance. you rock your hips, revelling in the slow grind, up and down. your clit grazes his pubic bone with every rise and fall and you swallow hard, his body sticky under your fingertips.

“you did so good today, lan, so pretty up on that top step.” you pant, circling your hips. he groans, pulling you down so that you’re chest to chest, your lips centimetres apart, when the moment is stolen.

lando’s phone buzzes, over and over, max verstappen’s face filling the iphone screen. lando looks at the device on the bedside table, cursing under his breath.

“must be wondering where the race winner is.” you giggle, choosing to make light of the situation, rather than dwell on your ruined orgasm.

“he can wait.” lando grunts, fingers bruising your hips when he flips you onto your back, his cock staying buried so deep inside of you that you see stars when you hit the mattress.

your leg is thrown over his shoulder callously, a stoniness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. he’s determined to finish you off, show you just how bad he’s wanted you all day, remind you that you’re in bed with a someone who knows how to win. the angle change is jarring, it takes you a minute to adjust, not that he gives you the courtesy, fucking into you how you both like it as the call rings out through the room.

“baby- lando!” you yelp, your belly tight. the waves of pleasure swell in your core, his merciless antics send you barreling towards another orgasm. you’re teetering over the edge, his thumb flush against your clit, spasming at his manipulation, dangerously clos-

buzz buzz buzz buzz.

buzz buzz buzz buzz.

“for fuck sake!” lando swears, pulling out of you. you whine wantonly at the loss, pouting up at him.

he drags you to the edge of the bed until your legs hang over, flipping you angrily onto your belly. your cheek is pressed into the duvet, your toes barely graze the floor. his ringtone continues to sound out and he hastily grabs his phone. he hits the green button the same time he slides back into your cunt.

“what, max?” he spits, thrusting into you, so deep that you can’t help the screech that burns the back of your throat. it’s obscene, really, the way you gush around him at the knowledge that someone else is listening in, at the fact that lando takes pride in how good he makes you feel.

you try to muffle your cries, really, you do, but lando has other plans. he gathers your hair, winding it around his fingers so that he can pull your face out of the comforter. you sob, loud, the lewd squelch of where you’re joined with him more than audible.

“i’m busy. fuck off.” lando growls throwing the phone down onto the bed, conveniently right next to your head. the call is still in progress, but max is quick to hang up when he hears your shaky breath, poorly concealed squeals.

“you’re insane.” you manage to choke out. he laughs wetly, the sound making you dizzy.

lando shuffles the pair of you up the bed, propping you onto your knees, all the while hammering into you with that athletic stamina that makes your head spin. the pad of his index finger traces your thigh, finding home on your clit and the tears fall harder, blurring your vision. he pulls your back to his chest, beginning a deep grind that renders your speechless.

“you liked that, didn’t you? him hearing how good i make you feel.” lando’s breath fans the shell of your ear. you nod, mumbling something incoherent, too blissfully exhausted.

‘cuz you’re so good to me. so so good to me.

“thought about shoving your panties in your mouth to shut you up, but you ruined them, didn’t you baby?” lando circles your clit harder, tugging at your earlobe “remember? when you weren’t being a good for me? but you are now, aren’t you, honey? you’re my good girl, hm?”

you clamp down around him, heat licking down your spine. you’re clammy with sweat, glazed with champagne, at one with him. lando shudders as you tighten around him, holding you as close as he can get. you writhe against him when you hit your peak, slumping against him as you quiver. pearly whites sink into your flesh, hard enough to to ground you, not enough to hurt you. you love it, him, everything about this. you coax him into his orgasm, his thrusts turn sloppy and he cums, thick and hot.

it takes a solid five minutes before you can move, the pair of you crawling up the bed, stretching like two sun-kissed cats. you’re sweaty, stuck together tangled between white bedding that definitely needs changing.

“that was-“

“better than any race win.” lando sighs, languidly smiling against your hair line where he lays gentle kisses, his entire demeanour changed in a matter of minutes.

“you’re just saying that.” you tease, drumming your fingers over his chest.

“no, ‘m not. i loved every moment of today, best day of my life,” he breathes, dazed. “but i love you more.”

-

max sips his drink, the dial tone sounding through his ears.

“just won a fucking race and he’s not here yet.” oscar laughs. typical lando.

the call goes to voicemail, but max is drunk, persistent, and quite frankly, feeling a little annoying.

“‘m gonna try him again.” max nods his head, tapping against his phone screen impatiently.

“did you consider the fact that he might be… busy?” charles smirks into his drink, slumping against the back of the booth.

it’s too late, the ferrari drivers suggestion falls on deaf ears. max has made the call, again, but this time he gets an answer.

“where the fuck are you?” max asks, but then his face pales.

“what?” oscar tilts his head, watching in confusion as max wrinkles his nose.

the phone goes flying from max’s hands, thudding against the cushioned seats, his jaw hanging agape. once the disbelief subsides, he’s giggling like a child.

“guess he was busy then, hm?” charles raises a knowing eyebrow.

“yeah,” max is red now, cackling. “something like that.”

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[xxsunoosprincess]

Enhypen’s Favorite Positions (OT6)

How Enhypen likes to fuck you.

pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem!reader for Jay and Sunghoon, otherwise gender neutral!reader, light spanking, mentions of masturbation, overstim, and roughish sex.

Heeseung’s Favorite Position: Spooning

There is something so intimate about this position, it genuinely makes him feral. Beware anytime y’all are spooning. It doesn’t matter if it’s on the couch, the bed, hell, even during movie night with his band mates: the moment he has your ass pressed back against him he is bricked up. Maybe it’s the size difference? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that during those late nights on tour when he’s is alone in his hotel room, his mind immediately goes to wrapping his arm around your waist as he drives his cock into you from behind!! <3

Jay’s Favorite Position: Lotus

You guys never intentionally end up in this position, but more often than not, it makes its appearance in your night. Pulled into his lap, you can feel his thick cock so so deep! As soon as you throw your head back in pleasure, he’s mouthing at your tits. Sucking, biting, groping, all of the above… you can hardly fault him for the way his hips jerk up and he forces himself deeper. Boob lover Jay agenda in full force. He just loves seeing your face contort in pleasure, so this is perfect for my little romantic.

Jake’s Favorite Position: Reverse Cowgirl

Has Jake ever seen a more beautiful sight than your ass bouncing on his lap? No. Literally never. Doesn’t matter how often he sees it, he lets out a pleased sigh every time. Reclined back against the headboard, hands behind his head. This must be paradise. He loves seeing the handprints he leaves behind on your cheeks. And he’s just so loud! Moaning and whining… ugh how dreamy. He tries to be gentle, he really does, but he can only let you take charge for so long before things take their inevitable course. Rough grip on your waist as he fucks up into you, letting out those pretty moans all the while.

Sunghoon’s Favorite Position: Missionary

I am here to take down the rough dom Sunghoon agenda. This bastard is so soft for you it isn’t funny. Expect tender touches to your face, deep kissing, and some dirty praise while he bullies his cock into you. “Sweet girl takes me so well” type mfer. I’m sure of it. I really do think he is another romantic… still exploring himself and a little shy about it >_< !! He gets a little flustered when you mention try to talk about your sex life with him so be gentle… doesn’t mean he isn’t going to lay the best pipe of your life. I know this might be a controversial take but it’s MY TRUTH.

Sunoo’s Favorite Position: Mating Press

I think Sunoo is another one that is really soft and tender during sex. It’s the skin-to-skin contact, the sloppy kisses, and dry humping that screams “I want you so so bad!!” that gets his cock filling out in his pants (He has the prettiest cock ever but that’s a story for another time). That’s why I chose a mating press for him… when he is rutting into you and you wrap your legs around his waist or he has you near folded in half he has to fight cumming instantly.

Jungwon’s Favorite Position: Cowgirl

Hehehehe this made me smile. Just imagine him squirming and whimpering as you ride him. Actual art. So whiny and needy. Tells you how much he loves you over and over as he moves his hips with yours. Be gentle because he gets pussy drunk soooo easily. Mind goes blank and probably overstimulates both of you until you are both in tears. Loves when you lay on top of him as you catch your breath together, loves taking care of you. Declaring him the king of aftercare.

END.

Author’s note: Just a short lil thing to test formatting on mobile! Hope y’all enjoy. xx - princess

[seireitonin]

can you do Jason the toymaker hcs? :( he's really my favoriteeeees

Hehehehe yeth I luv him! But be warned I HC his and LJ’s lives intertwining and I have a whole story for them in my head so some of these hcs will be that! (After reading this is more of a story bc I got carried away bc I never get to yap about these 2 sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! I can redo it!)

Jason The Toymaker hcs:

Jason Meyer was born in the 1800s

1830 specifically

He’s the son of the Meyer Estate

One of the richest families on that side of Europe

They had servants all around, so Jason always got what he wanted when he wanted, making him entitled to attention and things going his way

He was used to getting all attention from both of his parents since he was the only child

1850 he was 20 years old and his parents wanted him to get married and have children so Jason could take over and carry on the legacy

He showed no interest in marriage or having a family though, much more interested in his hobby of toy making

His parents didn’t understand why, but let him do it anyway hoping he’d show interest in starting a family and becoming the man of the estate

Jason was always different though

He’s always been pretty cold, calculating, entitled and jealous

If something is not what he wants or not about him he will show zero interest and disregard it

Jason is also very cruel

But he puts on a good mask and facade

He’s nice to his servants, his family and everyone around him, even if he doesn’t feel anything

Laughing Jack heard the rumors and gossip about Jason from people around the city

About the red haired toymaker who obsessively made toys and dolls instead of looking to marry

LJ at this point, was forced to kill Issac after escaping the prison that was his box

He was still holding onto the innocence he once had

Laughing Jack, desperate to be fixed, goes to his home, showing up in his room, using his teleportation

Jason, feeling not much fear, stares at him. Even though LJ was closer to a god than Jason will ever be, it’s like he still had control over the energy of the room

That’s just how conceited he is

Seeing the half rainbow , half black and white clown man in front of him didn’t even make him break a sweat

“Who are you? Why do you think your presence is allowed in my estate? Something as…repulsive as you?”

“Fix me. I ‘ear that’s all you’re good at.”

“Oh? A broken toy who requires my skills….insults me in my estate? Why would I even touch you? Let alone help you?”

“Because I can kill you where you’re standin’”

“Oh God, I can’t take those threats to heart when you speak to me so atrociously….who taught you to speak? An animal? I’ll rip your throat out and replace it so you can speak like you’re civilized, if you’d like”

Jason said with a sly smirk. He looks down on everyone even something literally sent from the heavens.

Laughing Jack being violent and unpredictable, stabs Jason in the arm, giggling violently

“Wanna fix that?”

LJ covers Jasons mouth with his hand before he can make a sound of pain and alert anyone

“Listen hea’ fire crotch, youa’ goin’ to fix me. goin’ turn me back to what I wuz. Or I skin you alive and wrap it ‘round one of them dolls you got hea? You got it?”

Jason laughs into his hand and nods. This is the rush and excitement he needs

“Agreed, clown thing”

Jason pushes Jack off of him

“One thing though. If you’re going to be around me, you will learn the proper way of speaking. You will learn the correct dialect and pronunciation. Understood? I’m not listening to that dribble.”

LJ glares and gives a half sharp toothed and half normal toothed evil grin

“No promises, fire crotch.”

“Stop saying that. It’s perverted.”

Jason took a good look at the new job in front of him

Jacks tan skin contrasting with his pure white skin along with his black and white clown outfit clashing with his rainbow side of the outfit. It was so bad it made Jason’s stomach turn

“What’s your name Clown Thing?”

“Laughing Jack! Hea to be man’s best friend!” He says semi sarcasticly

Part of him knew that was his purpose, but seeing the evil of Issac and the time period in general made him doubt that

“Jason Meyer”

The next morning the two talk

“What are you?”

“Uhh good question. Let’s go with demon fah now”

Jason cringed as LJs way of speaking

“Hmph fine. Okay demon. What’s wrong with you?”

“See dis rainbow side? Gotta get back to dat!”

“How do you expect me to do that?”

“You’re da expert!”

“My God.”

Jason put his head in his hands

“How’d you get this way anyhow?”

“Mmm loss of innocence and heart maybe? Dunno!”

“So…..you need….a heart?” Jason smiled evilly. He knew exactly where to get one

This woman who he found beautiful, had the audacity to reject the love he offered her

Jason’s version of love is attention on him at all times

She didn’t provide

So he’ll put her heart to good use

After cutting her chest open and taking her heart, LJ had ended up on Jason’s toy making table on his back with his chest split open

Letting Jason insert what he thought was missing

A heart

As LJ was getting stitched back up he spoke for the first time sadly and genuinely

“Think this’ll work?”

“…..Who knows Clown Thi-….Jack”

That was the closest Jason’s ever going to get to saying he feels bad for someone else

It didn’t work, but Jason decided to keep Jack around anyway

But Jason’s cruel personality with a nice facade rubbed off on him

Making LJ behave the way he did

Cruel with a nice mask

The heart that was put in LJ began to rot, almost making him colder

He had lost all his colors by this point

Which Jason found fascinating

A living toy that adapts to its owner, whoever that may be?

He had to keep Jack around and study him, re create something just like him

“Your speech is bearable to listen to now. Who taught you how to speak before?”

“Him…Issac.”

“Ah I see you adapted to his speech patterns….now you’re adapting to mine. Simply fascinating.”

“Don’t think you own me, fire crotch.”

“I’ll think what I’d like, clown thing.”

One of Jasons servants came to announce that Jasons parents are hosting a ball to find Jason a wife

Irritated, he goes to talk with them

“Mother, Father. Why are you so desperate for me to marry? You’re both going to live long and watch the estate, yes?”

They tell him it’s the role he has to take as the man of the estate and to carry on their legacy

He obviously can’t change their minds so he found himself being pampered for the ball

“Ridiculous.”

“Have fun, Jason”

“Oh no. You’re coming with me.”

“Why? I’m not the one who needs a wife here!”

“Because I’ll be bored.”

“Awe! You need me?”

“Shut it clown thing!”

So the attend together

No one can see Jack except for Jason

As they both watched the festivities and Jason made small talk with the guests and Jack giggled at him

“Good to see you smile.”

“Bite your tongue”

Jack was people watching while Jason spoke. His eyes widened as he saw the monster beautiful woman he had laid eyes on.

“Jason. Jason!”

He tugged at his sleeve

“What?! What?!”

Who’s that woman?”

“The daughter of the Carrington estate?”

“No! The one next to her!”

“The….servant?”

“Yes”

Jason’s eyes widened as he looked at the woman’s dark skin and curly black hair

“You want…the servant? That’s ridiculous! However…. Fascinating. You can feel attraction despite not being human…..I want to study it further. Besides, if I marry the Carrington daughter, it’ll get everyone to stop asking.”

“Whatever. I don’t care much about your human stuff.”

So Jason marries her, requesting that her servant lives in his estate for Jack to interact with

Jason tolerates her, not really interested

But Jack and the servant get along just fine, despite how he looks. She related to society treating her less than because of how she looked

Jason continued his toy making in peace

Until he saw how Jack and his new friend were getting along so well and became jealous

He didn’t understand why he cared. Maybe it was because Jack was his friend first?

Jason was always an extremely jealous person. Nothings changed

Maybe if he was magical like Jack, they could be friends again

So impulsive and jealous he went to Jack and demanded from him “Make me like you.”

“What?”

“I fixed you. Made you better. Do the same for me.”

“I don’t know how.”

“You do.”

Jason sliced open his own chest, knowing Jack could fulfill his request

Jack, not wanting him to die, shoves the box he was created in, into the open wound Jason created

Jason gained his powers from it

“Impulsive and jealous are we?”

“……”

Jason didn’t want to admit it, but he was extremely jealous that Jack was getting taken away from him and would do anything to keep him

Jacks ego was bigger than it had ever been knowing that and hanging around Jason and picking up parts of his personality didn’t help that

Jason stopped being human that day and didn’t regret it at all

He started making dolls out of humans because humans are beneath him

Starting with his wife

Jason is 6’4

He demands attention on him at all times

Are him and Jack boyfriends? Who knows?

Who cares?

They feed off each others attention and they love it

[slashers-and-rats]

hiii could i request a nsfw 😳 one shot with brahms? the plot being the reader being in greta's pov when he asks for a good night kiss and how it advances from there when the reader chooses not to stab him hehehehe i dunno if smth like that has been written before tho,, anyways thank you for reading my req!! ♡♡ love ur writing btw~~

rat chat: thank you!! I’m glad you like my writing!! i hope this is what you were looking for.

brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw

brahms felt heavy.

the way you looked at him felt like a weight being pressed down on his shoulders. something about your gaze, about the way you seemed to stare through his soul- it all felt straining. something was clawing at him, trying to get out. it pushed on his ribs and crowded around his lungs, it suffocated him.

you had lead him back to his room. you guided him down into his bed, so stern as you spoke. he knew it was passed his curfew, but the itching in his brain told him he should stay awake. he had to. you were there, right in front of him, how could he waste this time on something so useless as sleep?

he was lucky you had agreed to tuck him in. you laid him down so gently. you tucked his blanket in tight around him, making sure he was cozy. he wasn’t. he was restless. he stirred and squirmed, his fingertips twitching with the energy he was trying to contain within him. maybe on the outside he was calm and collected, but if you could see his eyes, you’d know nothing but need burned behind them. he didn’t understand what he was hungry for, what he wanted, but with every graze of your fingertips across his blanket-clad body, he became more and more starved.

he laid there, still, watching you. you finished readying him for bed, making sure the comforter was snug around him. once it was confirmed, you had straightened up a bit, but not before letting your gaze linger on his own. he knew you could see it. he knew you could see his yearning, swirling hot behind his eyes; he could tell by the way you bit your lip that you could see right through him and into his deepest desires. it wasn’t like he was hiding it anyways, he wanted you to know. he wanted you to see him, and to be the one to act, and to provide what he was missing. he needed you.

but, much to his dismay, you began to move away. you straightened up, and began stepping back, your lips beginning to form the words ‘goodnight’. brahms didn’t let them come, though, and stopped you with a harsh grip around your wrist. the movement had been so sudden, you wondered if his hand had been there the whole time.

“goodnight kiss…?” his voice was soft, strained. he sounded almost pathetic.

“brahms… i don’t know. maybe not tonight, it’s already late, and you should’ve been in bed a long time ago, and-“

he cut you off by squeezing your arm a little tighter. for a moment, you looked fearful, but when you saw what was really there behind his intentions, you seemed to soften. he needed you. it was nothing trivial, he just… needed you.

you sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. a hand went up to his face, and he pressed his cheek into it without any thought. his eyes never left yours, though. they remained steady, gliding over every detail on your face over and over. he tried to memorize it all for later- for when he was alone, pretending his hands were yours. he did it many times before. he felt almost ashamed at how many times he had touched himself while watching you through random peepholes in the house. but he couldn’t help it. he needed you.

you pulled him from his thoughts when you tilted his head towards you. he parted his lips under the mask just as you did above him. you leaned down, pressing soft against the mouth of his glass face. underneath the porcelain, he returned this gesture. if he tricked himself- if he shut his eyes tight and imagined there was nothing between you both, he could feel your warmth.

before he realized, he was pressing up into you. his hands had emerged from the blankets, both now finding purchase at your sides. he gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, dragging you closer to him. the surface of the mask was smudged against your lips, nearly pressing passed into your teeth, and the sensation made you whimper.

this sent a hard shiver down brahms’ spine. you could feel his body shake at this sound. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, until his chest was pressed tight to your soft body. you felt like a pillow. it reminded him of the one he had in his hideaway, that he sprayed with your stolen perfume and rutted against when he was feeling particularly desperate. that was nothing in comparison to this, though. he could feel your actual heat, your real beating heart, your hands coming to hold his shoulders for balance.

he pushed himself up to a sitting position, tugging you until you were partially in his lap. at this, you pulled away, taking a moment to catch your breath while holding yourself at a distance. your hands had come to rest against his chest, and he could feel the thumping of his pulse manipulating your fingers.

“brahms… you need to sleep, okay? you can’t… we can’t do this.”

“why?” the question was somewhat stern. his head tilted to the side, eyes blinking focus back onto you. “i want it.”

“i know you do, but… but you don’t even know what you’re doing. and it’s wrong, and it’s late, and-“

“i need it,” he pressed on. he leaned closer to you, dipping his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. his hot breath hit the inside of his mask, the sound echoing out into the open air. he could feel your own heartbeat quicken. you wanted this too, he knew it. deep down you longed for this, for him. why couldn’t you admit it? why couldn’t you just give him what he deserved? “i’ll be good…” he whispered, fingertips trailing down your sides and to your thighs. “please… please, i’ll be so good, and i’ll never misbehave again… please…”

you turned away, your skin dragging along the porcelain of his ‘face’. he knew he was getting to you. he was picking away at that inner resolve.

“what if i just gave you another kiss? would that be enough?” you asked. brahms shook his head. it would never be enough, never. “what do you want than?”

“touch me.” he grabbed your wrist, not too rough, and moved it to his own thigh. you gasped quietly in surprise. the sound was so sweet, he could taste the sugar on the edge of his tongue. he pressed your hand up, up, up, making it push along his loose lounge pants and up towards his bulge. “please. i need it. it aches…”

your palm met his clothed cock, and you could feel it immediately throb under the pressure. brahms had never been touched this intimately, and the slightest brush of your fingers made him whine quietly under his breath. he let go of your hand, expecting you to move away, but you stayed. you pushed a bit more into his erection, the sensation making him buck and rub his hips up into this new feeling.

“if i do this, will you go to bed?” you asked. his nodding was immediate. he whispered promises under his breath, his face pushing further into your flesh. you rubbed a thumb up the length of his bulge, and it made him thrust hard into your touch. “okay… okay, lay down. pull your pants down too.”

he did as told. he laid himself down flat against the bed, yanking his trousers and underwear down at the same time. his cock flipped up against his stomach, hard and leaking with beads of precum already. this would be a quick ordeal, but it would be worth it.

you reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock and beginning to pump. the movements were slow at first, your thumb rubbing underneath his head and your fingers squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. you watched him, your gaze nearly burning his skin. brahms was lost to it all immediately. his head turned to press into his pillow, his hands gripping hard at the sheets of the bed, and his hips pushing lazily into the pleasure. he felt lost to it all. your caring touch sent him into the clouds. all of his brain power was being focused on this warm feeling enveloping him, wrapping around him like a dense fog. it felt so good.

brahms managed to find some composure, just enough that he could turn to look at you. where he thought there would be indifference, he saw lust. your eyes were focused on his dick, watching it with such intensity. you licked your lips as you stroked up and down, letting his precum leak over your knuckles and down his shaft. his cock was wet, making slick sounds every time you pumped him. each noise went straight to his core, and added to the fire building there.

“does this feel good?” you asked, stopping for just a moment to hear his reply.

“y-yes… yes, please, keep going… please, i need it… i need you, please…” he babbled, bucking his hips into your fist. you couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto your face. he had to look away again, face becoming hot with embarrassment. he had never seen you look at him that way before, and part of him hoped you’d never look at him any different.

“you’re already so worked up. are you gonna be able to handle me going faster?” you gave a few quick strokes, and it made him keen and arch his back. you chuckled as he slumped back down to the mattress, thighs already shaking.

“i can take it… i can… please…” he whimpered.

you nodded, starting a faster pace with your hand. he couldn’t hold back now. moans spilled unfiltered out of his mouth. they echoed off the walls and created a chorus of pleasure. every movement of your hand pulled another pathetic tune from his mouth, and he thanked the lord his mask was on, or else he’d be ashamed of how embarrassing his face was. it was red, contorted into an expression of overwhelming pleasure. his hands pulled at the sheets underneath him. he worried if he let go he would fall into nothing, and all of this goodness would disappear into the ether.

his cock twitched hard in your hand, continuing to spill puddles of precum around your fingers. you hummed at your work in satisfaction, twisting your fist and squeezing periodically along his shaft. you worked magic on him, making him sob in pleasure and pulling noises he never knew he could make from the depths of his throat.

it all became too much. an early orgasm was rushing towards him quick, and he was writhing hard against the bed at an attempt to escape. you never let up, though, and chased down this feeling inside of him with every jerk of his cock.

“k-kiss! kiss, please, n-need kiss…!” he gasped, a hand coming to grab at your shirt. he pulled you towards him weakly, and you allowed him too. you loomed over his squirming body, never slowing your movements. you leaned down, pressing multiple kisses along his cheeks and forehead, before connecting your lips back to those porcelain ones.

he moved his own mouth up into the glass desperately, mouthing along the surface in between you both. you giggled, and the sound felt like needles piercing into his heart. it was too much, it was too good, he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t-

he came with a cry. his hand that had once been gripping you went down to your wrist again, leading you through the milking of his cock, until he pulled you away to stop overstimulation from setting in. he was panting, sweaty and spent, messy now with his sperm spread across his stomach. lights flashed behind his eyes, but you stayed centred in his vision, like a monument to his pleasure. he was lax against the bed, barely moving save for his chest, which heaved up and down in an attempt to catch up to his heart.

“i think you’ll be able to sleep well now,” you cooed, gathering the blankets back up. you tucked them around him once again, and nearly laughed at the way he winced as the fabric touched his bare cock. you didn’t say anything, though, and simply went about your normal routine of making him comfortable.

once he was snug, you pressed one last kiss to his forehead. he was barely there, slipping in and out of a haze of euphoria. you lingered for a moment, watching him as he tried to force his eyes to stay open.

“goodnight, brahms. sleep well.” you patted his chest lightly, before standing and leaving the room.

brahms laid there in the glow of it all. as he began to slip into sleep, he sent out a last prayer to the universe, begging that tonight would happen again. he needed it to.

he needed you.

[squiddy-god]

Hi!! I’m new so I’m not sure if there’s a character limit but could I get the baldurs gate 3 characters with a plus size gn reader?

(If there is a limit could I get Wyll, Karlach, and/or Astarion?)

Thank you!!

I added gale because i want that wizard SO BAD this is a super cute request just keep in mind that i haven't played a whole lot of baldur's gate- also there is no character limit but i think id cap it at like 7 for hcs. Maybe slight possible spoilers. Yall are so lucky i almost included karniss for funsies but held back my spider simping 

Cw : might have slightly suggestive bits but is sfw, gn reader, no pronouns, fluffy, mentions of past body shaming, 

Wyll

He's so sweet- a real gentleman at heart

He loves to rest his head on your shoulder and wrap his arms rough your waist 

After the horns tho it makes it a bit harder so he settles for holding you and resting his head on your chest 

Kinda obsessed with your hands, always kisses the back of your hands or the inside of your wrist

Hes prone to stress, so when he’s feeling particularly stressed he gets kinda clingy- he will (wyll haha) never admit that he's being clingy tho

He hugs you, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he squeezes your sides and relaxes with exhale. 

Your soft and comforting and after all the things he's been through he is in desperate need of some comfort 

I think wyll enjoys being seen as more knightly, your knight in shining armor

That being said this man can and will defend your honor, people can be so cruel and he won't stand for it, he is absolutely going to defend you when people are talking shit because he will have none of it 

Wyll is a sweet man, he wants you to be comfortable and happy with him, so he does his best to reassure you about how he loves every bit of you and tries to ease your insecurities 

Karlach 

Hrmmmmgghghggdgg love her,,,love her so much hehehehe

She loves cuddles so much and is so touch starved fight me on this 

She sees you and gets a sappy smile because she is just so mushy 

I think out of all the companions she is definitely one of the top chubby person lovers

Handsy, she loves to hold and squish every part of you, the way your chubby arms wrap around her waist and torso while she rubs your back is heaven actually

I think she would love tummy kisses, she loves them even more if you get flustered because you are cute<3 she really adores how soft you are

She likes picking you up and she absolutely can and will at every opportunity that presents itself 

She is throwing hands if someone body shames you

Like she gets the most aghast expression of “how dare they” 

Normally people just turn tail and run but she is so down to throw hands 

Being insecure with karlach is very hard because she has no issue telling you how much she loves you, and she is very honest, her words really show threw her actions 

Astarion 

I feel like astarion is someone who understands insecurity on a deep level, there are many aspects of himself that make him insecure

You have been so warm to him, you love him so genuinely he wants to return the favor by also loving you so genuinely, size doesn't matter to this man 

Ignore that last part he loves feeding on you, so much to sink his teeth into ;) like eating something warm and comforting 

“Gorgeous as always” is a regular statement he makes whenever seeing you 

Loves to hold you before bed because he can just relax and feel himself melt into you.

Astarion is very fond of squishing your cheeks, if hes happy or mad at you your cheeks are getting squashed because this vampire has a bit of cuteness aggression 

King of talk shit get bit because he is kinda just looking for a reason to have a little murder as a treat

Like he hears someone body shame you and is like “can i pleaseeeeee stab them?just a little” 

He will find them 

He won't tolerate people adding to your self doubt because he thinks you are genuinely just the most beautiful creature and he WON >:3

Gale

I WANT THIS WIZARD SO BAD 

I'm so incredibly down bad for gale he's such a dork i love him 

He's awkward honestly, he'd like to be all suave but when it comes to physical affection he is quite awkward. 

Eventually he finds peace in just being able to hold you close, he particularly enjoys being able to hold you against his chest while he reads to you

I think he would enjoy teaching you about magic (assuming you aren't also a wizard) and if you are a wizard he still enjoys reading you books about magic 

He's a sucker for just being sweet and domestic with you

Big fan of your thighs and if you are sitting in his vicinity his hand is always resting on your thigh occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze to calm you both down 

Big fan of shoulder kisses when you both first wake up

I love sassy kinda mean gale when he talks to rude people so i love the idea of him just verbally destroying someone who talks sit about you 

Hes actually pretty good about ginning you reassurance for your insecurities

He doesn't have the best way with words sometimes but he is just so flabbergasted at your thoughts because he personally wants to fuse souls lmao 

[moonselune]

Hello! Could I request a fic or some headcanons with Karlach x a Chubby/Plus Sized Tav? What they’re about are up to you. If not, totally okay!! Thank you and have a nice day/night! :D

yes yes yes

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach x plus!reader | Drive me wild

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the campsite as everyone settled in for the evening. You had decided to wear something new tonight, a bit more revealing than your usual attire. The fabric hugged your curves in a way that made you feel both nervous and confident. You caught Karlach’s eye as you walked over to her, and her reaction was immediate and intense.

Karlach’s eyes widened, and she let out a low whistle. “Wow,” she said, her voice filled with admiration. “You look absolutely stunning.”

You felt your cheeks heat up under her gaze. “You really think so?”

“Are you kidding?” she replied, stepping closer to you. “I love having so much of you to love. Your curves, by the nine hells, babe, they drive me wild.”

Her hands found their way to your hips, squeezing gently as she admired the way the outfit clung to your body. You could see the intensity in her eyes, and it made your heart race. But then, she suddenly stepped back, a look of panic crossing her face.

“I need to cool off,” Karlach said, her voice breathless. “Like, right now.”

You laughed, thinking she was joking. “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad.”

But before you could say anything else, Karlach sprinted towards the river, her footsteps heavy and determined. You watched in shock as she catapulted herself into the water, creating a huge splash. When she surfaced, a cloud of steam rose around her, making it clear that she hadn’t been exaggerating.

You rushed over to the riverbank, still in disbelief. “Karlach, are you okay?”

She emerged from the water, shaking her head like a wet dog, droplets flying everywhere. “I’m better now,” she said with a grin, her fiery demeanor slightly subdued by the cooling effect of the river. “But seriously, you’ve got to warn a girl before you come out looking like that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with the gentle rush of the river. “I didn’t think it would have that kind of effect on you.”

Karlach climbed out of the water, her clothes clinging to her muscular frame. She walked over to you, still dripping wet, and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Believe me, it does,” she murmured into your ear. “You’re absolutely irresistible.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at her words, your own body reacting to her nearness. “I guess I’ll have to wear this more often then,” you teased.

Karlach’s hands roamed over your back, her touch sending sparks of electricity through your skin. “Please do,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Just be prepared for me to need a lot of swims in the river.”

You laughed again, the sound filled with joy and contentment. Karlach’s love and admiration for you were clear in every touch, every word. She made you feel cherished and adored, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

As the evening wore on, you sat together by the fire, Karlach’s arm wrapped around you, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin. The warmth of the flames mirrored the warmth in your heart, and you knew that with Karlach by your side, you could face anything.

Her playful spirit and deep affection made every moment special, and as you leaned into her, you felt a profound sense of happiness and peace. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that together, you could conquer them all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hehehehe I loved this so much it was so fun and Karlach is so lovely, hope you guys loved this ! - Seluney xox

[berylcups]

La Squadra x Reader: Stop teasing me!

CW: suggestive content, pervy behavior

Notes: finally got some inspo squeezed out! 😅 now fyi the actions of the boys here are only acting as if you are their S/O. They know better than to be grabby towards coworkers- because that’s ✨ harassment ✨ hope you enjoy 💜 beryl

Risotto

This leader likes to tease. You think he wouldn’t but look at how much he teased Doppio when he was trying to kill him. You definitely getting teased. 😭

He likes to take one of his belts and cracks it to make a loud snap sound to make you jump. It never fails to make him chuckle.

“What do you think it would be like if I tied you down and spanked you with one of these?” He smirked.

“Noooooo that’s gonna hurt like hell! Don’t do it~!”

Whining just adds fuel to his fire.

“I bet it would hurt. I’m sure it would leave a good mark on your ass.” He chucked as he snapped it again.

He won’t really do it. 😅 unless you really REALLY want to.

He also likes to go invisible and sneak up near you and just lightly touch your arm and mimic like a spider's movement until you freak out and slap where you felt the tickle only to feel an invisible monstrous hand.

“Damn it Risotto! Don’t scare me like that!” You hissed.

“Heheheh sorry.” He chuckles. …he’s not sorry. But you know that already 😅

Formaggio

Ass or no ass, he’s gonna smack it every time. He always has an excuse to have you bent over to have yourself vulnerable for a spanking. This short king is gonna purposely drop stuff and ask you to pick it up so he has access to your poor ass 😭

“Hey baby, I dropped my wallet under the coffee table. Can you be a doll and pick it up for me?”

“My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun!” He laughed as he smacked your ass like a bongo drum.

He plays your ass like the drums. Feel free to fart on him to get him to stop. ✋ 🛑 …well it might just make him laugh more probably-he’s definitely not prudish 😅

Illuso

The king of teasing. He so rude 😭

He likes to take whatever you're focused on like a magazine, cell phone, or a game boy right out of your hands and hold it up so you can’t get it back. He’s gonna make you jump and beg for it. If you have a chest/pecs he’s gonna look disrespectfully as you feebly jump up to grab your stuff back.

“Oh~! You’re so close! Just a little higher! Keep jumping Y/N!”

He also likes to jump scare you anytime you’re near a mirror. He’ll grab you by the shoulders and yell “gotcha!!!” and laugh like an evil asshole while dragging you into the mirror realm to give you a shit ton of kisses…and if you allow him, to go further 👀(this is his way of making up for jumpscaring you 😅)

Pesci

This boy is just too sweet to tease. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try!

He pretends like he’s going in to kiss you and then end up kissing your cheek and blows on it making a raspberry. 😂

He’s a tummy lover so he’s gonna pin you down so you can’t squirm your way out of a belly raspberry. I think fart noises are funny to him lmao- just don’t fart for real 😳 he doesn’t judge-he just doesn’t want to accidentally embarrass you!

Prosciutto

He doesn’t look like a teaser but he is. Don’t let his no nonsense attitude fool you. He likes to come up next to you and snap your bra straps(if you wear them), your not safe even if you don’t have boobs… he likes to hook a finger under the waistband of your underwear and snap it hard 😫 …stockings and garter belts aren’t safe either! He has big shit eating grin on his face too when you whine and scowl at him over it.

“Heh calm down Y/N. It doesn’t sting THAT bad. If you're gonna act like a brat I can give you something to really cry about.” He smirks.

Melone

This butthole loves to ruin the mood by telling you cursed things about the human body.

“Did you know that the skin on your lips and the skin on your anus is the same type of skin?”

“MEL STOP 🛑 ✋ “

“If we kissed right now we’d make one long tube from asshole to asshole… that’s kinda romantic if you think about it.”

“FUCKING STOP!!!”

“They make molds of your asshole for Valentine’s Day chocolates … would it be romantic of me to make you some of mine? …can I get some of yours too..?”

“MELONE!!! SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!!!”

If you start hitting him out of disgust he’s just gonna moan fakely like a pornstar.

💜“Oh yes~! Hit me harder Zaddy/Zommy! Ooooh~! Give it to me good~!” 💜

Everyone in the entire building is going to hear him act like a complete whore. Keep that Hand strong and tell that slut to behave himself! 😤

Ghiaccio

This dick is a massive teaser. He’ll take every word you say wrong and say it’s one of your Y/N-isms.

“Pfft did you really just say pasketti?! Don’t you mean SPAGHETTI??? That's going into the book of Y/N-isms.”

“NYUHG KI??? You sound like you are trying to vomit! It’s gnocchi!” He’s gripping his sides from laughter, you might make him sick himself from laughing so hard!

He doesn’t mean any ill will by it. He secretly thinks it’s cute when you say words wrong whether you do it on purpose or not.

A couple of his favorite words you say is:

Bong gee or no - Buon Giorno

Fuuuuuuuuusili - Fusilli

Nayro dee saypee uh - Nero Di Sepia

EXpresso- espresso

Brew SHIT uh - Bruschetta (this one kills him the most because you didn’t use the “sk” sound 😂)

Another thing he likes to do is just plain evil… he makes his hands extra cold and grabs you with them to make you jump. He can’t stop laughing when your whining and begging for him to stop grabbing you with his icy hands 🙌 …he always makes a beeline towards your chest and grabs. Yes. Under the shirt. He’s an evil little man 👀

[luffyvace]

Heyooo :D

Robin's anon back (ngjfnjff this is so funny to type I hope you don't mind 😭😭), could I request Robin with a male s/o who always take care of the crew ? (He's either like a big bro or a father for some of them) For example : He always makes sure Zoro sleeps in a comfortable position whenever he suddenly takes a nap after training, he always brings to Nami new inks, maps, pens..., candies for Chopper (just like Robin hehehehe), food for Luffy... but in process he kinda neglects himself because he prioritizes the crew above all.

Thank you again for your kindness and I wish you an amazing day/night. ❤️😊

OH HIII ROBIN’S ANON!! i don’t mind you addressing yourself as that at all it’s how i remember you:) 😭!

AWW male s/o sounds so sweet! of course i’ll do this request!!

anytime anyday anon💗💗 you have a wonderful day/night as well <3

YIPPIE I LOVE THIS GIF OF ROBIN<3

ENJOY YOUR HEADCANONS LOVELY ANONYMOUS!!

sooo!

your so helpful!!

“SNACKS! oh gee thanks m/n!”

-luffy

”mmmm…huh? PUT ME DOWN?! oh..hmm…zzzz”

-zoro

”come in! oh m/n, what’s up? is that for me?! thanksss m/n!! your the best! i was running out of paper actually!!….just for the record i don’t owe you any beri for this you know..😗”

-nami

”ahh! m/n! actually i need your help with something…i had usopp to build this shelf for my books only to realize it’s too high..could you get that red one down and..maybe make it lower? hahah 😅”

-chopper

”ohhh! m/n! look! it’s my latest invention!! the only problem is..i’m missing a key piece…see here? it needs something to generate it! could you go back to the island and find something for me?? thanks a lot! i knew i could count on you!”

-usopp

”MMMM/NNNNNNN!!!! MOOOORE SNAAAAAAAAACKS!!”

-luffy..again

”m/n! i’m trying to cook dinner but luffy keeps pestering me! think you could wrestle luffy to go play outside or something?!”

-sanji

”oi! m/n just in time! i need you to go help me test out this SUUUUUUPERRRRR new upgrade i’m making to the sunny! go unfurl the sails!”

-franky

”WHAT IN THE WORLD?! THE LOG POSE IS FACE A COMPLETE 180!! WERE GOING THE WRONG WAY!”

”oh! whoops! i asked m/n to unfurl the sails so i could-“

💥💥 😓 😬 😡✊

(yes this sequence again)

”M/N FIX THIS NOW”

-nami

”m/n!! how very good to see you! i’ve come up with a new song! would you like to hear it? very well—i shall play!”

-brook

you ran to the library as soon as you could and flopped into one of the chairs

a hand touched your shoulder and you wanted to just completely melt away from how tired you were

and yet you were gonna have to help another person

nope!

just robin:)

i mean you didn’t mind helping but…today’s been a long day

robin sits next to you

you air your complaints and get a lot of much needed stress off your shoulders

she sprouts two hands from your back to massage your shoulders and it felt really good

she gives you advice to start saying ‘no’ a little more and that it’s okay to take some time for yourself

she scolds you only a bit when you do this but only because she cares

and especially because she loves you

💗

robin had a hand in the bathroom preparing you a hot bath while you vented to her

after you were done she told you about the shower

and boy it was a real steamy one

just what you needed

robin always knows just what to do when your exhausted

but would prefer if you’d simply solve the problem at hand

LOL

she lectures you about this and man does it drag on

oh well you’d much rather hear her soothing voice than overexert yourself

she recommends you things like meditation and reading

and maybe even to go to chopper about it

especially if things get physical like your back or arms hurt

zoros’ heavy ok?

spawns a bunch of arms to chop your back if that’s what you need

shes the best really

brings you drinks and honestly just caters to you until your feeling better

by then your ready for a hot meal and some sleep

which is exactly what happens thankfully

you two holds hands in your sleep and cuddle a little closer that night

SO SWEET 🥲

these were shorter than my norm

it’s ok bc quality over quantity right?? you can always request more i’m just sleepy rn 😋

also this was in a slightly different writing style than usual so i hope you like!! it’s not permanent tho

[kairiscorner]

So I don’t know how to do requests😭

But I want to request some Oikawa or sugawara angst, like really angsty, school au! Where the reader and Oikawa or suga are is her best friend, but she also has another girl best friend, who knows that reader has feelings for them but stills goes and confesses to him even though she doesn’t like him just because she was jealous or something and like I don’t want a happy ending low-key hehehehe

I’m sorry I don’t know how to explain it honestly🥹

HELLO, ok so i hope i understood your req correctly, because MMMMMMM i also want this to hurt ... I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, AND IMMA MAKE AN OIKAWA VER JS BC 💓💓💓

“i love you... but you're not mine.”

🌼 (sugawara koushi ver.)

you used to love how he smiled, it was like every room he entered would light up and get a little warmer, a little more comfortable; like everything felt okay now that he was here, now that he was smiling and telling everyone that what they're doing is enough. it was hard for you to feel enough on some days, it was even harder for you to cope with the fact that you saw some undesirable traits about you–and yet, sugawara never let you go one day without feeling like you're the prettiest person in the world–and to him, you really were.

"come on now..." he'd whisper to you in a soft, loving tone and extend his hands out to you–his calloused hands that always stung after a practice match, those tirelessly doting hands that never stopped to reach out to you and offer to help you, to comfort you, to be there in any time of your need. he'd crouch down to your level and look at you with the sweetest eyes you've ever seen; he takes your hands in his so gently, and he holds you.

his touch is light, though you can feel him squeezing you every now and then. the best feeling sugawara has ever experienced is that cathartic wave washing away some of the sadness, self-deprecation, loneliness, and other negative feelings or fears you've got plaguing you at the moment. "...you're perfect just the way you are." he muttered as he ran the pads of his fingers across the back of your hands. "i know it's hard, but... i'll help you learn to love yourself; i already know you're really lovable to me, to the rest of the team, once you realize how amazing you are on your own... i hope you'll never wish you were anyone else anymore, because you're already amazing as yourself." he gushed with a comforting voice.

well, that was the most sugarcoated lie you've ever been told.

how could you not wish to be anyone else... if your bestfriend beat you to confessing to him? beat you to being his partner...?

how could you not wish to be anyone else but his?

you wished this was a sick joke, that your close friend–whom you always confided in that you liked sugawara, that you enjoyed being with him, that you felt happiest with him–that you... loved sugawara–had confessed to him out of the blue, on the very day you were going to confess to him.

it seems that they beat you to it, and the worst part is...

sugawara loved them back.

you stood there by the doors of the gym, your hands empty after you unknowingly dropped the treats you made for him and the letter you wrote that had all your love for him written out in words you could never have pictured yourself writing down to anyone before–

–all to have your bestfriend steal him away from you.

when he cried tears of joy that the object of his affections reciprocated his love... you cried tears of melancholy at the boy you loved most being taken away from you right before your very eyes.

"hey... remember, you don't have to be someone else to be loved–i love you for who you are, inside and out." he reminded you with a wide, happy grin as he held your hands in his–his right wrist donning the bracelet your bestfriend–his partner–made for the two of them; they matched... and it hurt badly to think about how cute and happy he seemed with them.

sure, he loved you, you could tell that much...

...but only as a friend.

[ismileeprnc]

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄 𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁

𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗰. 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻!! 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼, 𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻, 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴. 𝗠𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻 🤭 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀. 𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗜 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 😁 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!!!

➜Mᴀʀᴋ. He will never admit it out loud but he absolutely loves it when you play with his nipples. He loves the electric buzz that zips throughout his body, making him even harder when you tweak them between your thumb and forefinger or if you so much as blow a cool wind on them after giving them a lick. He tries so hard not to come from the stimulation alone and has to pull you away because he wants to last.

➜Rᴇɴᴊᴜɴ. It’s too overwhelming for him to the point where he pulls you away just in time before he could come all over himself. Being edged was no fun to anyone but he would die of embarrassment if you saw him come from having his nipples touched alone. Now that his dick was inside of you, massaging roughly against your walls, you’d sneakily reached up to pinch one of his nipples just tease him, loving how it threw off his rhythm, making him moan loudly. He’s quick to slap your hand away and pin both of them above your head, growling in your ear,

“Don’t be a little shit.”

➜Jᴇɴᴏ didn’t know having his nipples played with was something he was into until you started playing with them one night as your other hand worked on his cock, pushing him further and further to his orgasm. His back arching away from your chest and bucking hips more into your hand to try and chase it. Brain empty, too lost on the feeling. All he knew is he didn’t want it to stop.

➜Hᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ. My sensitive, sensitive baby. Lots and lots of squirming and high pitch moaning. He couldn’t get enough of your warm tongue swirling around his nipple, leaving a nice coast of saliva before showing the other the same treatment. That and your pussy alone, hugging around his cock was enough to have him painting your walls with his cum and he cries from overstimulation to both as you still continue to bounce on his cock and suck on his nipples.

➜Jᴀᴇᴍɪɴ (has nice titties) anyways hehehehe. He loves having his nipples sucked and loved that they were always your go to the second his shirt was over his head. Will definitely say some cocky shit like you being obsessed with him but really it’s him who’s obsessed as his hand is held to the back of your head, holding you in place while his head is thrown back, biting his lip to conceal his moans. (SIDE NOTE: he’s definitely the type to purposely wear button up shirts with the top being completely open so that his nipples are out, that way you could easily touch them!!! What a slut XD!!! ANOTHER SIDE NOTE: I’M DEFINITELY WRITING THAT)

➜Cʜᴇɴʟᴇ is too ticklish for it. Like Hyuck, he’s squirming and writhing about to get away from your fingers while laughing. Him being tied up was especially fun but what made it hot was the transition from your fingers to your mouth. He moans the seconds your fingers is replaced with your tongue, arching his back as a way to further get them in your mouth (as if they already aren’t) so whiny but so babygirl with his pleas,

“Please baby, please…” (I love chenle 😭)

➜Jɪsᴜɴɢ. My other sensitive baby. Poor thing was shaking the whole time, unable to keep himself still but oddly enough, he was addicted to the motion of your tongue that created some kind of pattern over his nipple. He loved how cold your fingertips were, erecting them into little buds that you were able to graze easily with your teeth. If he didn’t know anything better, he would say you were to kill him

[jinkicake]

Hiii! I’m the anon who request for more inappropriate affairs! Thank you for the part 2 omg 😍😍 may I be greedy and ask also for childe and HEIZOU?

Thank youuuu

-loki

YES!!!!!! heheh this is my first time writing for Heizou and I don’t really know him that well soooo I hope he is alright!!!!! ((I also had to include Beidou too bc shes so sexy like-))

Inappropriate places they like to fuck you.

Beidou, Childe, Heizou x Reader

A/N: Childe refers to the reader as 'girlie' once bc.... it’s cute  :-) enjoy a beidou bonus!!! i kinda wanna continue hers and write more for it heheheh hate fucking w beidou is soooooooooo *heart eyes* anywayyy i hope you enjoy this~ T.T

WC - around 2k 

SMUTT // NSFW (reader w a pussy)

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Childe

“You want to fuck me like this?!” You stare at Childe as if he has grown two heads. It is hard to tell what he is thinking beneath his red mask, you can’t see his face or read into his eyes. The only thing you can focus on is the bright gleam of the pearl-like object resting in the middle of the heavy covering. 

“Please, baby, you gotta let me,” Despite being in his foul legacy attire, you can still hear the desperation in his rough voice. His body is now much bigger than before and the burn of his wide hips stretching your thighs apart makes you hiss. 

“Aren’t you hurt?” First and foremost before settling his needs, you want to make sure that your harbinger is okay. You know how draining using a delusion can be and you always get incredibly upset with Childe whenever he uses it. “I should punish you for even transforming into this, what were you thinking?”

“Mhm, I don’t know,” He whines as he focuses on grinding his aching cock against your core instead of focusing on your words. 

“Childe, you know I don’t like it when you use that shit!” Your attempts are scolding him are useless, he isn’t paying any attention. Childe pants in your ears, his voice is much now deeper and makes the puffs of air sound like growls. The vibration causes you to shiver. “I-I don’t get why you keep using it,” It’s becoming harder and harder to focus as his large hands run along your sides, squeezing and fondling your soft skin as he ruts into you. 

“Let me fuck you, baby, please,” His guttural begs make your thighs spread on their own and you give into him with a second thought. Right now, you start to think you need him just as badly as he needs you. 

In the past, you never understood why Childe would come to you after he has intense training or a sparing session that leaves him grinning for days. 

Now, you’re starting to get it as he rips your clothes off with his brute strength. It’s the adrenaline rush, you can feel your blood pumping through your veins as your heart beats loudly in your ears. You’ll have to start coming to more of his training session if it means you’re going to get fucked by him so roughly every time. Getting fucked in a cave is a first for you but, you’re so going to enjoy it. 

You need the way he manhandles you, how he fucks his incredibly large cock into your cunt without so much of a second thought. Childe is too desperate to care right now, all he can think about is cumming and stuffing you full until he transforms back into his usual body. 

“Take it,” He demands, voice still heavy and robotic. You pull at his pushed-back hair, tugging the strands roughly as his cock rams into you. The brute strength of it all causes your entire body to jolt with each thrust, without Childe’s hold, you’re sure you’d be flying into the side of the cave. “you can do it, girlie.” His spit drips under his mask as he messily slobbers on your neck, strangled gasps and groans leaving his lips. “Make me cum, please,”

You never thought anything could be hotter than Childe begging until you had his much larger build begging for you. Your thighs tighten as you voluntarily clench down on his thick cock, making it harder and harder for Childe to move. The poor man stutters in his movements and his hips falter under your touch. His thrusts begin to slow down as he focuses on your tight cunt. 

“Baby,” He whines, panting loudly as the noise bounces off the walls of the cave. “I’m gonna cum-” His balls feel impossibly tight and his abdomen clenches under the pressure of your pulsating heat. “oh, fuck me-”

Shikanoin Heizou 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” Disappointment rests deep in your heart as you stare at Heizou on the other side of your door. You want to slam the wood in his face and retreat back into your bedroom to hide. His absence isn’t his fault, you know that but, still, you can’t help but feel hurt. 

His job as the number one detective is always his first priority, even before you, it’s just something you have to come to live with. 

“This latest case has taken up your life. Why are you even here?” You hold onto hope that he is here for you, to see you because he missed you. Heizou mulls over his words, shoving his fists deep into his pockets as he stares at the ground in thought. Finally, you can breathe when he looks up at you. 

“I’m here because of the case,” He declares, eyes serious as he pins you in place with his vision. 

“What are you talking about?” No matter how hard you struggle against his grip, you can’t seem to break free against the powerful air. “You think I had something to do with the missing documents?!” Heizou doesn’t look phased and merely wraps his arms around your waist before hoisting you over his shoulder. 

“Let me down, Heizou!” You squirm and struggle with all your might but he doesn’t listen, his grip on you doesn’t loosen in the least. 

“This has to be a joke, right?!” The interrogation room of the Tenryou Commission is as cold as you imagined it to be. It’s a blank wooden room that resembles a cell in its own sort of way. You’ve been in here alone for what feels like hours after Heizou dropped you off. You can’t figure out the man in the slightest, you can never tell what he is thinking. “Heizou, what is going on?!” 

As if summoned by your call, the detective enters the room and stands behind you. Not a word slips from his lips as he restrains your hands together, securely keeping you in place. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screech but none of your efforts work to keep the detective away from you. 

“You don’t want to tell me anything, I understand, (Y/N).” Heizou’s voice remains calm, the slight playful edge is currently nowhere to be found. His touch spreads throughout your body, gently cupping your shoulders before migrating down to your biceps. “I have other methods of getting you to reveal information, you know,” You don’t doubt it in the slightest and gulp as his hands come up to cup your breasts. “I can be very persuasive.”

In a quick amount of time, you learn just how persuasive the detective can be. You have nothing to spill about the case but, you want to spout lies if that means he will continue to fuck you so intensely. 

Heizou’s fingers work quickly between your thighs, moving at an unruly pace as he jackhammers his fingers in and out of your cunt. Each slap of his palm against your sore clit makes you moan and thrash against the chair. 

You can’t believe you’re doing something so lewd in a public place, in one of the holding rooms of the fucking Tenryou Commission. 

“Heizou,” You whine, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Your panting becomes heavier under his intimate touch. “I promise I had nothing to do with the missing papers, you have to believe me,” 

“I believe you,” He murmurs and takes his time to gently rub your clit with the pad of his thumb. His fingers continue to roughly curl inside of you while the pace of his thrusts slows down to something that borders intimate. “but, allow me to continue, I have to make sure you aren’t lying.”

((Role playing with your boyfriend has now become one of your new favorite things.))

Bonus :-)

Beidou

“Beidou. You do understand why you’re here, right?” You rub at your temple and try your best to deal with the woman on the other side of the table. The air of your office inside the Yuehai Pavilion becomes much tenser as you remember the task at hand. Beidou never has any issues when it comes to paying her fines but, that doesn’t mean she goes down without a fight. 

If you don’t get this sum of cash quickly then the Liyue Qixing will surely be on your ass. You can only think of a handful of things worse than dealing with an angry Baishi or Baixiao so you try your best to reason with the captain of the crux. 

“I have no reason to pay this month, I was outside of Liyue harbor,” Beidou argues, pride fueling her reasoning as she sits tall before you. 

“I understand that but, you were still in front of the harbor where everyone could see.” You push back and tighten your grip on the official government papers of her fine before letting the sheets fall back onto your desk. 

“Liyue saw me kicking treasure hoarder ass, what’s the problem?” She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your stare as if challenging you for power in the room. 

“The problem, captain, is that it’s illegal for any ship within Liyue Harbor to fire at another unless they are permitted by the Liyue Qixing.” The title you spit in her face doesn’t upset her in the least, it has the complete opposite effect. Beidou still continues to argue back with you despite the burning desire building in her chest. 

“I wasn’t in Liyue Harbor,”

“Were you given permission by Ningguang to act so recklessly?” Your questioning causes her to roll her eyes. 

“Recklessly?” She scoffs and stands up taller in front of you before placing her palms flat on your desk. “Had I not acted so recklessly, treasure hoarders were going to rob your pretty little office. They had no business being near the harbor, you should be the one thanking me."

“Oh, I should be?” You rise up on your feet as well, your anger starting to get the better of you. With each heavy rise and fall of your frustrated pants, Beidou watches your chest. “Let me know exactly how I can repay you.” 

You truly should have watched your words. 

At the end of the day, you got the fines paid and the money placed on the desk of the Liyue Qixing secretaries. It just took a little more convincing on your part. 

“Go on, suck it, baby.” Beidou’s hand roughly cups the back of your head as you stare at her from between her thick thighs. You pray to every Archon that her crew is asleep right now. The large, purple strap resting securely on her hips glares at you as you push your thighs together to ignore the needy ache beginning to form there. You don’t look away from Beidou as you rise up on your knees and place your hands on the tops of her thighs, you bring your lips to the plastic material. After a gentle kiss against the head, you slowly take the tip in your mouth. “there we go,"

You want to roll your eyes as Beidou shifts in her seat, spreading her legs even farther apart while you begin to bob your head on the strap. The sounds of your gags have her moaning out in pleasure, her head tilts back as her chest heaves with each sound. The mere sight gives you as much pleasure as she is sure to be feeling. 

“Doing such a good job, pretty baby, I’m going to fuck you real good after this.” Her promise only causes you to work harder as you take the entire length down your throat. Much to your surprise, Beidou cuts your blowjob short as she pulls you off the strap after only a few more swallows. She roughly tugs you into her lap and licks at the spit smeared across your chin. “You’re too fucking cute, I think I’ll just take you now instead.”

[vodika-vibes]

Yo, could i get a Delta Squad story where Boss brings in his firstborn child to the squad? Hehehehe

Delta Squad's New Addition

Summary: Two months after his son was born, Boss decides it's time to introduce him to his uncles.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Boss asks as he watches you carefully bundle the infant up in thicker clothes, “I don’t mind waiting to introduce him to my brothers.”

You roll your eyes, “Boss, babe, you’ve been chomping at the bit to introduce little Alyn to his uncles since the day he was born.” You press the little boy into his father’s arms, “Why do we only own orange clothes for him?”

“Because that’s what color armor I wear. You thought it was cute.” Boss points out dryly.

You pause and squint at him, “And you let me?”

“The first time I tried to suggest that we buy other colors you started crying, so I took the high road and just didn’t mention it ever again.” Boss replies.

“...I cried? Over clothes colors?”

“You were very hormonal.”

“Ugh.” You make a face, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and leans over to kiss your temple, “It’s okay. It’s a relatively minor thing, after all.” He watches you carefully pack the diaper bag, and he stops you with a laugh, “Cyare, sweetheart, I am able to do all of this.”

“I know, I know.” You sigh, “I’m just…a little anxious. Your brothers still don’t know about me, and now your introducing Alyn to them, and I just-”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

“What if they scare him?”

“They won’t because then they’ll have to deal with me.” Boss says patiently, “And you need this. You’ve been going non-stop since you got pregnant almost a year ago. You deserve this break.”

“I-”

“Go. Spend time with your friends at the spa.” Boss kisses your forehead, and then ducks his head to brush his lips against yours, “Have a nice, fun, relaxing day. And don’t worry about anything.”

“You’re asking for the impossible, love.”

“Try to not worry about anything.” He lightly tucks some hair behind your ear, “I know worrying comes as naturally as breathing to you, but trust me.”

You sigh and lean into his touch, “I do trust you, I’ll try to not worry so much.” Just then your friend pulls up in the speeder and parks in front of the house. “Um, let me know how it goes?” You kiss Alyn’s forehead, and then look up at Boss.

“Of course.” He kisses you one more time, and then gently nudges you out of the house and into your best friend's waiting embrace. 

He waits until the speeder is gone, before he looks down at the baby in his arms, “So, are you ready to meet your uncles, ad’ika?” Alyn just yawns widely and grips his finger.

Boss steps into the debrief room where his brother’s normally are, and he’s not the least bit surprised to see that the only one there is Fixer. He sets Alyn’s diaper bag on a table, and carefully sets Alyn’s car seat on the table next to the bag, and pulls him out of it.

Fixer stares at the baby, his jaw slightly slack, and then his gaze slides over Boss, who is dressed in casual clothing, and his jaw drops a little more. “Vod…Boss…you…who..-?”

“Where are Sev and Scorch?” Boss asks as he offers Alyn his finger.

“...training room-” Fixer says slowly, “Are we really not going to mention the tubie? I feel like we should talk about the tubie.”

Boss rolls his eyes and then walks across the room to his brother, “Fixer, allow me to introduce you to my son, Alyn.”

“Son. You have a son-?”

“He’s two months old now.” Boss says calmly.

“...where’s his mother?” Fixer asks, his voice hushed as he offers the baby his finger.

“I sent her on a spa day. She’s been going non-stop since she found out she was pregnant a year ago, and deserves a break.” Boss replies, “Do you want to hold him?”

“Can I?”

“Take off your gauntlets and chest piece, and you can.” Boss says easily, a small amused smile crosses his face as Fixer quickly strips the top part of his armor off, faster than he’s ever done it before. Boss chuckles and passes Alyn into his brother’s arms.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Fixer says quietly, as he looks down at the baby in awe.

“Wife,” Boss corrects with a wry smile, “I have a wife.”

“And you haven’t introduced her to us?” Fixer asks, looking up at his brother, slightly hurt.

“We’ve been busy.” Boss says with a shrug, “And it’s not exactly like it’s legal, vod.”

“...oh. Right.” Fixer mutters, “None of us would have ratted you out, Boss. You have to know that.”

“Course I do. But I also wasn’t about to risk my pregnant wife until I was sure that she was safe.” Boss replies easily, not feeling the least bit guilty about it. “I’ll introduce you all to her when she comes to get Alyn later today.”

Fixer opens his mouth to say something, only to pause when there’s some loud voices, and then Sev and Scorch push their way into the room, and stop as soon as they see Boss in casual clothes and the baby in Fixer’s arms.

“What the kriff-?” Sev breaths out as he walks over to Fixer and peers at the baby in his arms, “Who’s the tubie?”

“Boss’ son,” Fixer replies.

“Son!” Scorch and Sev turn startled eyes towards their brother, “You have a son?”

“Obviously, seeing as he’s right there.” Boss says with a roll of his eyes.

Scorch strips off the top part of his armor and makes grabby hands towards Fixer, “Let me hold the baby,” He whisper hisses, “What’s his name?”

“His name is Alyn, it’s a family name from my wife’s family.”

Scorch and Sev stare at Boss, stunned, “You’re married?” Sev asks blankly, “Since when!?”

“For over a year now. You’ll meet her this evening.” Boss replies as he watches Fixer pass Alyn to Scorch, “She’s taking a rest day at a spa, she deserves it. Seeing as she handled the pregnancy mostly on her own.”

“If you told us-” Scorch says between cooing at the baby.

“Nothing would have changed,” Boss says easily, “I know that. And so does she. Luckily, my wife is amazing enough to handle everything on her own. Though she shouldn’t have to.”

“Are you going to have more?” Sev asks as he peers at Alyn over Scorch’s shoulder.

“Maybe, probably, eventually.” Boss shrugs, “She’s still recovering from Alyn’s birth, so she said we can talk about it in a year, and no sooner.”

“I can’t believe you managed to find a wife and have a son, and I haven’t even found a girlfriend,” Scorch grumbles, though it’s clear that he’s not actually upset.

“Well, he is Boss,” Sev says with a laugh, “It only makes sense.” He pulls of the top part of his armor and sets it next to Fixer’s and Scorch’s, and then he leans over to lightly trail a finger through Alyn’s curly hair, “His hair looks red.”

“Red runs in my wife’s family. Her mother and both of her grandparents are redheads,” Boss explains, “Though she says that he looks like me.”

Three sets of eyes focus on the baby, and then over to Boss, “Yeah. I can see it.” Scorch finally says.

“He does look an awful lot like the tubies back on Kamino,” Fixer notes, “Though I’m sure some of his mother’s features will come in as he ages.”

“He has our curls,” Sev notes with a slightly smug grin.

“Apparently he was born with a full head of hair.” Boss pulls out his comm, and swipes through some pictures, “Ah, here we go.” He turns the device towards his brothers, “My wife, and Alyn, an hour after he was born. We were on a mission, so I couldn’t be there, but my wife’s best friend made sure that I was kept up to date.”

Fixer frowns, “I remember that mission, you were super distracted all day, I thought you were feeling under the weather, not that you were worried about your wife.”

“I tried to hide it.”

“You did a shit job,” Sev says, “Even I picked up on your nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was hoping to be there for the birth, so I was annoyed that I couldn’t be.” Boss says with a scowl, “Besides, we got through just fine.”

“Yeah, if not a little rushed.” Scorch teases, before he hands Alyn to Sev, “You said we’re meeting your wife this afternoon?”

“Yeah. She said she’ll bring food.” Boss replies, “She’s a little nervous about meeting you all. So be nice.”

“We’re always nice!” Scorch says.

“Bullshit.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior for our sister-in-law.” Fixer interjects, “Do you think she’ll bring wedding pictures?”

[forsworned]

⃘ ֹ ִ 🎧 ֹ ִ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ֹ ★ ִ ꒱

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♡ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. HIII I TOLD YALL ID B POSTING SOON EJKEMDKRND sorry it took me so long life has been v v v cruel to me but here is to my gyomei lovers

♡ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. smexy situations ahead, edging, m*sturb*ting, sub! gyomei x f. dom! reader

♡ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 hubby gyomei comes back from a long trip and he is begging for some release heheheh

Early mornings in May were slightly brisk and always nipping at your naked skin as you slid off your kimono to enter the waters. You hummed to yourself as you tread over to the man that was nearly just as tall as the waterfall that he was sitting under massaging his sore muscles from the mission he was on. Only the upper part of his toned body was exposed and his tanned skin glistened in the sunlight. 

His eyes were closed as you approached him and a small smile etched at his handsome lips.

“Good morning. I missed you, yome.” He murmured.

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you pressed your body flush against his sturdy chest and his hand reclaimed the small of your back pulling you closer to him. 

“I missed you too, dannasan.” You mused at him in a sing songy voice. 

His cheeks warmed at the added cuteness of the nickname you had already given him. His touch felt electrifying against your naked skin and your felt his warm breath against your forehead before he pressed a chaste kiss to it. 

“That’s all you’re going to give to your sweet yome.” You teased as you pushed your chest against his. 

His blush spread to the tips of his ears as he hid his face in the crook of your neck causing you to giggle. 

“Don’t I deserve a little more?” Your fingers danced along his spine as they slowly disappeared under the water. 

“[name]!” He jolted slightly at your touch but it was soon accompanied by a moan. 

“You left me for so long, Gyo.” You pouted as your hand teased at his tip. 

And he really had. It had been two weeks since the last time you had seen him. He had, however, gotten some random villager to help write letters to send out to you. 

Unfortunately, it was nothing explicit, but it was still enough to make said villager blush as they wrote down his thoughtful and compassionate words. 

“Forgive me…” He breathed out, but you weren’t letting up as you picked up your pace. Your free hand had cupped his cheek and raised his head so that you could take in every pleasured expression. 

You bit your lip at your hunky husband who was putty in your hands as you pumped away at his hard member that was now fully erect.

“Forgive you?” You paused your ministries for a  moment and he pouted at you.

“Am I not worthy of forgiveness?” 

His lip quivered as he touched his forehead against yours and his member twitched in your hand. Something about Gyomei looking utterly submissive and downright resistless really turned you on. His puffy unkissed lips that jut out at you, his thick scrunched up brows, onyx black hair that was completely wet and the way his buff chest had rose and fell so deeply with every touch. Your touch.

“Only if you beg for it.” A wicked grin had made its way onto your lips and a small whimper has escaped his throat. 

“I’m sorry, [name].” He moaned out as you slowly started to pump him again, but not nearly enough to send him over the edge. 

“More.”

“I’m sorry, [name]. Please forgive me.” He groaned as he shifted uncomfortably as you squeezed the tip.

“And?” Your tone was pressing.

“Please let me cum.” He whimpered softly against your lips.

If there was one thing that satisfied you, it was your hunky husband begging you to make him cum. And even if someone were passing by, the rushing sound of the waterfall would muffle every moan. But this was your safe haven. You two had claimed it long ago, and it was rare whenever either of you were bothered. 

“As you wish.” You whispered as you pressed your lips against his capturing a moan while you stroked his dick at the pace he loved. It wasn’t too quick and it wasn’t too slow and oh how it made him weak in the knees when you squeezed it just right. 

“I’m going to…” His voice quivered and then melted into another moan as his body faltered against the rocks and his member and your hand surfaced. 

His member was hard and agitated, ready to release at any given moment. Precum had covered the tip almost immediately, but you felt a little merciful so you had continuing your strokes, indulging in every strained moan.

His large hand had grasped at your hip and the other on your ass as you were getting him closer and closer. The knot in his lower abdomen was slowly unraveling with every stroke until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“...cum.” He finished as he came in long, thick, white spurts that covered your hand. His body gave out as he completely laid back against the rock formation that the water had carved out that somehow perfectly fit his stature. His chest heaved as slowly collected himself from his climax. You giggled as climbed on top of him and kissed his lips. His hands instinctively find themselves around hips and he shyly smiled at you. Gyomei’s pretty rosy lips glistened from the sun’s rays. 

“Thank you, yome.” He breathed as he traced patterns on your thighs.

“No need to thank me.” You replied as your traced your fingers against his lips. “Soon these lips will be coated with my cum.”

As if his face couldn’t get any redder! You giggled at his flustered expression, but he was already tugging at your body to get you ready.

“Don’t you need a little break?” You laughed trying to grip at his biceps. 

He shook his head as he glanced up from his position adjusting you to get ready to sit on his face. A shit eating grin that resembled your own was now on his pretty lips. He eagerly licked them causing your pussy to throb.

“I don’t need a break. Not when I’m going to make you shiver at every touch."

[whimsical-roasting]

I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you