#i am warm and soft and silly and i like to BITE HIM A LOT A LOT!!!!

[bamfkeeper]

Just some silly Nightcrawler thoughts~ 18+ minors dni under cut

Warnings: needy Kurt, a bit subby but changes at the end?? a lot of teasing, denial, begging and all that good stuff :) afab reader, i didn't take the time to edit this because it was just a silly thought lol

Wc: 1.4k

Sometimes I imagine how needy Kurt would be for you if you teased him a bunch. Like, teasing him all day around the mansion so his suit felt extra tight in the crotch. He had to sit awkwardly to hide his obvious problem he had and you just smirked at him because you know why he's sitting that way.

He's super whiny and he pokes you, trying to get you to come with him to another space because he needs to get rid of this thing between his legs.

Can you imagine he finally sits down on the bed after practically tearing off his uniform and his cock springs free, that pretty thing. It throbs, he whimpers as his head is puffy and purple, weeping warm, sticky beads.

"Bitte...bitte, do not tease me any further....I cannot handle it." he begs, his accent heavier as he cannot focus on words, but the incoming sensation you are going to give him. His poor lip trembles as you reach for him, your hand wrapping around his length and you gently stroke. However, a simple stroke isn't enough to satisfy the needy teleporter.

"Ah...." he whines in frustration, his head throbbed and leaked down his cock, his cheeks were such a pretty violet as he looked at you desperately. "Bitte..." he whined out again, more strained because he was yearning for your touch so badly. His hips bucked up slightly, trying to silently encourage MORE than what you were giving him.

"Shh, you are so cute like this, Kurt." you tease softly, your voice was so evenly set despite the situation, it made him whine again. His head hit the pillow and he stifled his noises by biting his lip. You could only grin, your index finger pressing the tip of his dick, finding that tiny slit where all those precious, pearlescent beads were leaking out. "I didn't expect you to be this desperate for attention..."

"Nein!" he whined, glaring down at you with a pout, "It is your fault...you have been teasing me all day..." he sat himself up on his elbows, his tail curls slightly as it lazily lays limp on the bed. "I beg you...do not make me suffer any longer." he tried to keep his voice steady, but that little tremble crept in and waved his voice off, letting you know just how much he was feeling.

His dick jumped, his lips parted slightly as he watched your finger make small circles along his puffy head. "Liebe!" his hands tightened around the sheets beside him, his face more flushed than ever now.

"You need to be patient, Kurt...I am taking my time with you. Now be good...lay back and let me play with you." your voice held such a promise, so honeyed and sweet, he couldn't help but listen. His bottom lip trembled as he focused on how tantalizingly slow your finger moves across the soft flesh of his tip.

You leaned down, his pretty cock was too good to resist for long. You placed a kiss on his head, letting your tongue come out and lick over it. The skin was so hot, he was clearly struggling with his needs. You could feel the blood flowing into his cock as you held it, pumping through the veins rapidly as his body demanded.

He had been teased all day, on the verge of tears, the poor thing. You couldn't keep him in this state, especially when he had been doing so well. So you suckled on his tip, letting your tongue swipe up and down along the tiny slit. You tasted his precum, not all that salty or bitter, mild enough for you to lap and lick at him without hesitation.

When you finally took him into your mouth, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry, the satisfaction of finally getting some stimulation after all your teasing was like heaven itself. He moaned and whimpered, shaking slightly on the bed. His tail twitched, the spade ticking back and forth as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He peeked his eyes open, looking down at you taking more of him in your mouth.

Your bobs started slow. You took your time to really suck him, your tongue cradling the underside of his cock and pressing harder as you neared his tip. You let out a soft moan around his dick, he shut his eyes and turned his head away from the delightfully sinful sight. "You are tuning me into a sinner, liebe..."

You pull off him, smiling and licking your lips, "You told me everyone is a sinner," you retorted playfully.

"J-Ja, but...nngh...you are infecting my mind with these...intense desires..." he looks back down at you and his tail had moved behind your head, gently pushing you back towards his dick.

"You act like you were fully innocent before we met." you complied to his gesture, but only for a moment as you took him into your mouth again. "Mmn...you taste delicious." you praise him and he whimpers and squirms even more while your mouth works wonders on him.

Imagine how he might beg, how he would tremble as he approaches his orgasm. Do you give it to him, do you deny him? Watch how his eyes widen and he tries to hold on tighter as he feels your mouth slide off his dick to deny his impending burst, and he cries out with frustration and denial.

"Nein!! Nein, why did you stop!?" he cries and falls back on the bed, his pitiful noises filled the room as did the musk of his arousal, his cock was so swollen...the buildups being denied were making him extra sensitive.

"I want to finish, bitte, don't stop next time..." he whined, his bottom lip pouting out. "Bitte, fräulein...I need to..."

Imagine rubbing yourself on him, your folds gently caressing his dick as you slicken him up further, he watches his tip peek out every little roll you give. He is so incredibly desperate by now, it takes all his strength not to give in and slam you down on him.

You listen to his beautiful noises, his whimpers and whines, his trembling begging as he tries desperately to control himself, but at this point of your relentless teasing he couldn't hold himself back. When you finally sink down on him, you gasp and moan as he stretches you and fills you to the brim.

He wants to drill up, but he stays put.

He wants to plant his feet into the mattress, grab your hips, and let his body take over, but he doesn't.

You began to bounce on him, skillfully bouncing and rolling your hips as he lets out more noises for you. "Ah, aah, liebe, you are...practically milking me, it feels so good..." he mewled, his hands grab your plush hips and he pants, meeting your bounces with the press of his own hips.

Imagine how he absolutely loses it when he gets close, you might slow your bounces but at this point, he can't take another denial. His fur bristles, his teeth bare slightly as he grabs onto you much tighter. "Nein, liebling, not this time..." he says in a quieter voice, he holds your body close, his tail wrapping around you and he does push up into you.

Those needs from before unleash and he begins to thrust upward, your bounces being met with his desperate bucking, grinding his cock deep inside you until it repeatedly kisses your cervix over and over again.

"I will finish...I will get my peak, and you will let me," he buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent as he continues to bring you down to meet his thrusts. "Ah, I'm close..." he mumbles, his lips sloppily kissing your neck and leaving hungry nips. You are helpless against his wonderful thrusts, it feels so incredible you can only hold onto him in return as he is driven by the extreme desires you gave him.

He pants and huffs hard against you, you can feel him throbbing and swelling inside as his orgasm rapidly approaches. "Need to...can I...bitte, Ich muss kommen..." he rasps, his movements falter as his hips thrust erratically.

"Come for me, my love, you can." you whisper encouragingly to him and he can't hold it back any longer. He bites down on your neck and he cries into your skin as he drives his cock as deep as possible, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum into your womb. He pulls back and thrusts a few more fast pumps into you as he rides out his orgasm.

You feel so full, he keeps pumping out cum and filling you until it seeps out around him. Imagine how he shudders as it drips down his balls and you continue to bounce on him.

Anyway. My thought turned into a big ramble. Thanks for reading lol.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[chilumi-shipper]

Boobsession

Childe x Fem!Reader / Kaeya x Fem!Reader / Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

I am so sorry for the title, I am ashamed

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Lots of mentions of boobs, Horny!Characters, Boob Sucking, Nipple Teasing, Consensual sexual activities while sleeping, Lactation, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Reader is pregnant in Ayato's part

Summary:

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Childe

It was late at night, he was tossing and turning next to you.

"Hmmmp..." He groans, somewhat irritated that his body isn't relaxing into the mattress. The ginger just wants some rest, but his body is literally preventing him from sleeping.

Opening his eyes, Childe let out a tired sigh before turning towards your beautiful sleeping figure.

He hates to bother you for the nth night in a row, but ever since you allowed him to do that to you, he couldn't ever possibly fall asleep without it.

"Awww, love. If you like it so much, you're free to do it even when I'm asleep!" He remembers you said cheerfully to him.

At that time, he was suckling on your left boob, his hand groping the other. At the same time, your fingers got tangled with his orange locks, petting and combing it gently as he enjoys his meal.

His mouth waters at the thought of doing it again.

Immediately, he went for the buttons of you (it's actually his) shirt, undoing them to reveal your braless chest and giving him clear access of your mounds.

Your nipples hardened when he uncovers them, your brows knitting at the sudden cold your body felt.

"Sorry, baby..." Childe apologized, despite you still being asleep. He makes sure you don't have to bear the chilling air for too long, as he makes a swift move to place one of your nipples between his lips.

He sucks on it graciously, making sure to lick along with sucking. Feeling a little silly, his hand went up to your neglected boob, before giving the nipple a little pinch.

You almost wanted to bite down on your breast in his mouth to stop himself from giggling when you let out a somewhat annoyed whimper.

Childe then decided that while he makes out with one boob, he abused the other, playing with it by twisting the nipple, groping it hard, he's just so fascinated because of how soft they are.

Blood was rushing to his groin, prompting him to stop what he's doing and cup his growing cock. "Shit..." He cursed in a whisper.

Looking at the boob he had in his mouth for a solid ten minutes, the tip was puffy and swollen. Meanwhile the other was dry and hard, giving the slightest twitch to demand attention.

That's something the ginger couldn't ignore, if your body asks for attention, he has to give it. He's basically making up an excuse to suck on your chest longer.

He adjusted his position, mouth moving onto your neglected breast, one arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can, while the other hand enters his pants to ease the growing need for stimulation.

He makes sure to give your chest the love that it needs.

...

"AJAX!!!"

You yelled for him as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Shirt open, boobs out, both absolutely swollen and even have hickeys and bite marks covering them.

You can still feel the slight aching from his mouth last night too.

Childe walked into the bathroom to see you in front of the mirror, his favorite part of your body completely out. "Ahh, they're just so lovely..." He said, absolutely lovestruck at even just the sight of them.

Crossing your arms, you covered yourself and looked at him unamused through the mirror. "You sucked them dry!"

As if proud of himself, smiling brightly. "Awww, but let's hope they're ready for later :D"

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Kaeya

"Good morning, darling..." His voice was husky as he hugged you from behind.

His eyes looked down to what you're doing on the kitchen counter, buttering some toast before biting onto the bread right of the bat.

As you were enjoying your breakfast, you felt a cold hand slither into your loose fitting shirt, immediately heading to warm itself on your boob.

You hissed, pouting at how cold his hands are as his other proceeded to do the same.

"Good morning to me? Or to my tits?"

"Hmm... Both." He gave your breasts a nice squeeze.

"Kaeya...!" His lips went on to plant some kissed on your neck. Man, if you did not love this man, you would smack the buttered toast onto his face. Well... perhaps you didn't totally hate what he's doing.

"Your hands are cold!" You complained when both his hands went on to cup your boobs.

The Cavalry Captain chuckled deeply, feeling your nipples harder under his palms. He moved his hands so that his index fingers were pressing onto the tip of your mounds.

"That's right, darling. That's why I'm using my hand warmers today." He clarified, placing a kiss on your cheeks.

You let out a moan as he played with your nipples, dropping your food on the counter. "Mhhmmm, love, can you let me eat first?"

"I'll make you pancakes..." Your eyes lit up when you heard that from him, no longer caring for his hands fiddling with your boobs.

"I want that now! Oh, chocolate chip pancakes, please!" You looked to your side, where is his head is resting on your shoulder.

Kaeya (unfortunately, for him) took his hands off you and walked to the pantry. "You got it, babe."

You then sat down on your seat in the dining table, looking at him expectantly. He's usually too lazy to make breakfast after a night of what you did last night, so you're quite excited.

"Ahh, yes, I almost forgot..." He pulled out a neatly folded garment from the top of the pantry, along with the ingredients he needs for the pancakes he promised. "Wear this." He instructed as he gave you the piece of clothing.

You sat confused, "How'd this get there?"

His blue eyes looked at you knowingly, "I hid it there as a surprise. I hope I see you wearing it around the house, since you can't wear it anywhere else."

Unfolding the garment, you see that it's a thin, black and white floral dress, the most prominent component being that it's completely open chest, no fabric getting in the way of him seeing your tits when you wear it.

You gave him a pointed look, which he can only chuckle at. "What? It's a mutually beneficial deal. You get your chocolate chip pancakes, I get to see your boobs with no covers." He smiled at you as you stood up from your chair.

"You better be ready with those pancakes when I come back, you one-eyed pervert." You bantered with him before running off to change.

Kaeya was amused to say the least, plus a little disappointed that you didn't just change in front of him.

...

Kaeya stared at the beautiful masterpiece eating chocolate chip pancakes in front of him, his chin resting on his hand as his expression showed contentment.

Your nipples were perky, perhaps due to literally being out and about. The dress itself was high quality, like your most comfortable night gown.

You catch him staring at you. "You're not gonna eat pancakes?" You asked him with your mouth half full.

He can only smile and shake his head no, "I'm just waiting for my own breakfast to be ready soon. You almost done?"

You see his eyes land on your exposed chest. "...Fine, wouldn't want you starving to death." You acted as if you weren't excited about what he's going to do to you in the debut of your new outfit.

You're both glad it's his day-off that day.

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Kamisato Ayato

The Yashiro Commissioner noticed something.

And it has been bugging him ever since he discovered that something to be true.

"Lord Kamisato, my lady's maternity clothes have arrived!" Thoma made it known to him about the delivery, as he then instructed the retainer to bring the deliveries to his office.

When has his mind became so... imaginative?

You entered his office excited and giddy, your eyes scanning until they land on the box of clothes placed on his desk.

"Are those my new clothes?" Your eyes sparkled as you skipped towards him. You are terribly cute, Ayato couldn't even help but smile.

Your husband stood from his chair, proceeding to your side to open the box for you.

"Yes, my dear. Would you like to try them now?" He gently slid him arm around you waist, caressing the side of your five month baby bump gingerly.

You nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. He knew just how much you wanted some actually loose clothes, because of the baby bump and all.

...And also... perhaps your... ahem.... chest have gotten much bigger....

He just happened to notice that.

You got to pick out the most comfortable type of fabric for you, as well as custom designs for your maternity kimonos.

Opening the box, you pulled out two hadajuban and koshimaki, along with four kimonos. One was a dark colored constellation theme, another was yellow with a print of Taroumaru scattered all around it, there was also one designed with pastel colored florals. The last one, Ayato assumes to be more formal, as it matches the colors of him and the Kamisato Estate.

You didn't even bother to go to a different room. Locking the door of his office, you rid yourself of all of your clothes, excited to try on your new ones.

'There's no problem in looking.' Ayato reminded himself, as he felt as if he was a total pervert for ogling his own wife. 'You're her husband!'

His hands clenched when you took off the final piece of clothing on your body. There it again... That thought.

'Of course, it's getting bigger! She's producing milk for our child! It's normal...'

It being normal doesn't stop it from being arousing to him though. He caught himself as he felt his mouth water.

"How do I look?" You had the Taroumaru kimono on, looking at him expectantly.

Ayato had to shake his head, feeling flustered as he looked at you. Naturally, you looked beautiful, no matter what you're wearing.

But if he's being honest... he would really like everything off again.

The Yashiro Commissioner was so deep in thought about your naked body that he didn't even notice you walk pass him to look at the box again.

"Ayato, look! There's a smaller box of clothes here!" His head snapped to your direction, in your hands were the box he tried to hide from you before you could walk into him office.

"Ahh... That's nothing!" He exclaimed in a panic, but you already had the box open at that point.

It was an impulsive decision to order something like that. Ayato wiped his face with his hand in frustration.

All because he can't stop thinking about you... and your bosoms. He's not even sure if you'll like wearing that kind of thing!

Oh, but the thought of you being in such a slutty like outfit, breasts visible and tummy swollen... he can feel his pants tightening.

You pulled out a lace lingerie from the box, matching black panties and an almost see through bra with almost like a curtain attached at the bottom for the pregnant belly.

You stared at the piece of clothing for a while, making Ayato nervous. "Love, I apologize if you don't—"

"I wanna try this one now!" You turned to him, giving him a big smile.

...

Fuck...

You're gorgeous...

You stood in front of him, fiddling with your fingers. Were you nervous?

You shouldn't be, the look on Ayato's face should already be enough to tell you how much he loved the piece on you.

So much so that he sat you on the couch of his office, immediately going to kiss your lips.

His hand went for your breast, sliding underneath the lace to caress your bare skin.

When he squeezed your boob, however, you both pulled away from each other, feeling something drip down from the peak of your bosom.

Milk.

Dripping down your bump ever so slowly.

And Ayato couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take another second without you in his mouth.

His lips wrapped themselves around your clothed nipple, sucking on it and hoping more of your sweet milk comes out.

The Yashiro Commissioner was not disappointed, as a sweet liquid filled his mouth, his ears feeling blessed when you moaned in delight.

"Love... Ohhh, please keep going..." You begged for him, placing your hand delicately on his head, encouraging him to keep on sucking.

Lucky for you, he doesn't intend to stop. But he does hesitate for a hit when he felt you grab his hand.

"Ayato~" A beautiful moan of his name from your mouth, before you guided his hand down to your covered pussy, in which he then realized how wet your new panties were.

He couldn't say anything to tease you, his mouth to busy drinking from your boob. But he does give your panties a little tug upwards, making the fabric rub your sensitive little clit.

Ayato is very good at multitasking, so he pulled the crotch of your panties aside, exposing your cunt to him.

Unfortunately, the tit he's been sucking dry is running out of the sweet milk, so he adjusted his position to move on to your other one.

Archons, the moans that came from your mouth as he pleasured your body was sinful, he hopes to hear more of it when he shoves some fingers into your pussy.

"Hmmmp—Ahhhh!" You felt two gloved fingers breach your hole, rubbing along your walls. This along with what he's doing with his mouth and the fact that you're a lot more sensitive due to pregnancy was doing a lot for you.

The slightest bit of stimulation and you're gonna cum. So when Ayato begins to finger you at a faster rate, hitting that certain spot he knows you really like, you couldn't last long.

"Aughhh... Haah..." Not even a minute of his fingers in you and you squirt all over the wooden floor of his office.

Your back rested on the sofa, tired from just reaching your climax. Ayato parted from your breast with a pop, humming in satisfaction.

Standing up, his eyes looked at the full image of you. Panting from cumming so hard, swollen breasts covered with wet lace due to his mouth, your tummy carrying his child, legs wide open with panties pushed aside to show off your cunt. Truly a sight to remember.

"...Thank you, Ayato..." You smiled, thanking him in an almost slurred and soft voice. "I really like this outfit..."

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Boobs are nice :))

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! I've been loving the small snippets and headcanons so much, I just went on a small brain off - intake cuteness marathon while reading and saw that your requests were open (or at least they said they were open, if not you can completely ignore this! ´ω`)

Imagine the sweetness of calling Sunday your dove or swan.. Then think of the silly possibilities of calling him OTHER white birds. I would love to see how you would write his reaction to being called different names like "My Royal Spoolbill" "My lovely Red-Vented Cockatoo" "Beloved Masked Booby"

I just think it's a lil fun to tease Mr. Know-it-all with names that he might have to actually go and search up, some birdies being a nicer compliment compared to being called a chonky lil fella like the Willow Ptarmigan(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

Thank you for your time whether you further this thought or not~!

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Sunday x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Calling him bird names

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, spelling mistakes

(𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: I found the request after posting it and I decided just to repost so it makes sense)

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

Ugh, you're right the way he would call Dove or Swan. Like in such a sensual voice with you adding with the fact he only does when he whispers in your ear, almost sending shivers down your Spine. Ah, don’t tell him your mind is stuck thinking about something you shouldn’t be. He’s not at all innocent just because appearance, he knows what he’s doing.

Did I ever say that he also kisses your hands while calling you his “beloved swan.” (I’m sorry I’m shameless). He’s such a gentleman giving you cute and sweet nicknames “my beloved swan & my dearest dove.” while you on the other hand are just a menace.

“My lovely rock pigeon.” Anyone hearing that would be so confused and honestly, he is a little. How creative could you be with nicknames? Like calling him “my beautiful stork.” Or “royal tern.” 

The more and more you begin to find more and more white bird names to use for him the more he questions everything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“My dearest stork.”

You say playfully while the back of your hand gently rubs against Sunday's little wings.  They are so soft and warm. “a stork? Am I just a bird with long legs to you?”

 A mischievous grin curls up the corners of your lips while a single eye twinkles at your beloved Sunday. 

“You have little wings and feathers right here so I don’t see a difference really.” you point out the little mini version of wings by the sides of his hair.

along with your words, Sunday grabs your hand and intertwines it with his. “some birds bite if you get too close to them, maybe I should bite you.”  He playfully threatens as he brings your hand closer to his mouth.

“don’t worry I don’t bite that hard.”

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[helloiamadrawer]

Bf Aoyama stuff (AGED UP FOR NSFW)

SFW

Bf! Aoyama✨ would always show off for you in ways that make you blush like crazy, using more French in his sentences (cause he knows you like it 😳), a sparkly wink from across the room, surprise entrances in his fabulous hero costume, sending you flowers when he's gone for training (don't ask how he does that it's a secret lol)

Bf! Aoyama✨ is a gentleman, holding the door for you, asking if he could kiss you (ajdheizhdjs), even when he first met you he took a gentle hold of your hand and pecked (I'm melting this is so cute ahhh 🥰)

Bf! Aoyama✨ loooveees holding eye contact with you, even turning it into a cute staring competition which he always wins at, you can't help that his eyes were always so shiny like a night sky full of the brightest stars in the galaxy swoons mentally

Bf! Aoyama✨ gives the best kisses that will have you wanting more, it's like he's almost an expert of the art, some are quick but lingering on your lips after he pulls away, the next would be full of passion once he comes back from missions for a few days or so. His lips are comfortably warm and soft sometimes that you wish you couldn't let go ahhh

Bf Aoyama✨ secretly finds it sweet when you try to protect him/support him. Although you both would do that back and forth constantly. When Aoyama's quirk reaches his limit, you leapfrog right in front so it's your turn with the villain. And when you're down on the ground, he gets his time to shine, it's like 'I scratch your back, you scratch mine' kinda thing.

Bf Aoyama's ✨ poses are so silly but you can't help to try and cut him off with a compliment that will make him blush profusely until he gets you alone to playfully berate you after.

Bf Aoyama✨ doesn't really care if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon while cuddling (unless you have a preference ofc) as long as he gets to spend time with you is all that matters and if you wanna spice it up as well~

NSFW AHEAD after the split

Bf Aoyama ✨ is never afraid to moan in your ear during sex, he was a little (a lot) insecure about it at first, but when he knew it made you moan louder/ turning you on even more, its a boost to his ego and made sure to note that mentally every time you two go at it

Bf Aoyama ✨ will leave love bites wherever he pleases starting with your neck then growing down to your shoulders, stomach and then finally your thighs. you tell him not to make so many but he always says the same sentences..

"Oh non~did i get carried away again✨?"

"How else am I supposed to show the world that i love you ma cherie? :>"

Bf Aoyama ✨ prefers slow and sensual sex for the most plentiful of reasons:

going down on you until you cant take it anymore his face soaked from your pussy overstimulating all over him (doesn't mind it at all)

showing you many new positions he can perform reach a new height of pleasure you have never experienced before

definitely not the way you two can spend hours just fucking in every room in yall's house

all in all, he wants to remind you how much he loves you with every movement of his pelvis to the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear and trust the pain is all worth it.

Bf Aoyama ✨ french kisses like a king..his tongue moves like velvet in your mouth, one of the many things he does to make you plummet to submission

Topping Bf Aoyama ✨ untll he's a fucking mess, you ride him slow, he's out of commission, best believe you love to milk his cock until he cant cum anymore and the sweet sounds he makes ughhh just praise him of how good he's doing as you pepper his face/chest/neck with kisses and he might just cum on the spot

[igglemouse]

Here I am starting my morning the best way I know, with pancakes! You can never go wrong with pancakes, buttery, soft, drizzled with syrup and...I am sure the baby agrees! I feel like with each bite I can feel her kicking with approval and Pascal is not complaining either, although he is staring at my belly in between his own bites.

"Is it possible there are two in there?" he asks, revealing the reason behind the attention he's giving my bump. He's teasing, of course, but I know what he's getting at. I'm getting pretty big!

"Nooo, just one little girl!" I assure him, rubbing my belly with a big wide grin. "At least according to the doctor!"

"Doctors can be wrong sometimes," he shrugs, making a good point there. "You never know..."

And I do laugh at that but I really really REALLY hope the doctor is right because I am definitely not prepared for twins. Not at all. The thought of it is- "No, I think we will be sticking with one right now, thank you very much!"

Hey look at that, we're a team today! Yeah, doesn't happen a lot but it feels like such a victory right now! He's in the kitchen washing dishes and scrubbing countertops and I'm pushing the vacuum around, beating the dust before it can conquer our humble home!

The best thing about knowing that I'm having a little girl? Working on her room! I spend a good chunk of my day doing just that and while it is very much a work in progress I do think it is coming together. Yes, I know, pink is sooo predictable as a color but honestly? I love pink, I'm not ashamed to say it. It's a soft color and I want to create a sweet and calming environtment for mi princesa. I can already picture her wriggling around in her crib with toys scatted about and...ahh, soon, soon!

I'm realizing that I've always wanted to be a mother. I was in such a perilous situation before moving here that the idea of bringing life into the world seemed silly but now that I'm in a more stable situation? Well, let's just say I wouldn't mind, in the future of course, doing all of this again.

There is still enough daylight left when Irene swings by for a visit and as usual her mind is buzzing with ideas about her future restaurant. It's a common topic between us so today is no different.

"I think about it a lot," she tells me with the excitement in her eyes clear. "Names, themes, dishes, whatever pops on my mind I guess."

"Investors? Have you thought about that?" I ask, as it is honestly the most crucial question. The only way this thing becomes a reality is through simoleons. In the back of my mind I think of Ray, he's successful, isn't he? But our relationship is new and it probably would not help to push that right now. Fortunately, perhaps he is not needed?

"Yes, actually!" She says perking up. "I might meet with him soon here, I don't want to get too excited but it's a start."

It definitely is and I'm so very excited about it all becoming a reality some day. "Just take things slowly," I advise her, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. "You don't want to rush into the wrong deal with the wrong person. It's always better to take an inch forward than risk taking ten steps back."

And after that, I'm drained. Calling it exhaustion wouldn't even cover it. I'm calling it a night because growing a tiny human is no easy business, I'm sure some of you completely understand. So, I'm going to nap and see you all tomorrow!

Elsewhere, Simón find himself at a crossroads. Finally he feels it is time to move forward with his life although he knows that deep down there will always be a part of him that clings to what he had with Frida...but the reality is he knows she has moved on and it is time for him to do the same.

Sara might not be Frida, no one could ever be because there's always only one of anyone, so she is special in her own right. Warm, compassionate, and her humor is effortless. She makes him smile when he least expects it and she stirs feelings inside of him that he thought only one woman could, so perhaps she is the one to help him finally let go of the past?

But as much as he tries to look ahead, the past clings to him like shadow. His employers keep calling, keep offering him more work, presenting temptation to slip back into a world that he thought he'd left behind...

For some, the past is simply inescapable. The weight of it must be dragged along as its tied to your neck and going without it means losing your head. As he picks up the phone he wonders if it'll always be like this, if there is a way out...

Frida Varela Index ~ Episode 7.4

[drawnthejayys]

Meet my BLU Team OCs !!

Info/Bios under cut!

Dr. Warin Kölher

• Born in Mannheim, Germany

• Team Leader, some refer to him as "Mother Hen" because of his protective motherly attitude

• Lost his medical degree early because he kept experiencing near death situations around his workplace, they thought it was becoming too dangerous even though nobody else was affected 💀

• Survived hell and back more than once (literally) before becoming a mercenary

• Happy face pin on his hat expresses his emotions somehow?¿

• Not a demon or anything, trust me!!!!!

• Likes crows, wants one as a pet

• Says he has a rare skin condition (is lying)

Jenny Thomas

• Sees Dr. Kölher as a parental figure

• "IF AUTISM DIDN'T EXIST, GOD WOULD NOT HAVE CREATED ME!" /ref /j

• Actually born in Canada, does not know

• Sent to Michigan (in a box) as a baby and grew up there

• Collector of many things (rocks, sticks, nuts n bolts)

• Can be very trigger happy especially on the battlefield

• Dr. Kölher gives her star stickers when he's good, he sticks them in his helmet (is tryin to collect 50 of them 🇺🇲)

• Owns chewelry because she has a biting problem but easily breaks through all of them in less than a week

Mason

• nickname: mason jar

• If Mundy listened to midwest emo (/hj)

• Look, we don't know how they escaped New Zealand when its currently at the bottom of the ocean but we don't ask

• Laid-back but lazy at times, takes a lot of naps

• Smokes more weed than Spy smoking cigarettes /hj

• Dumpster diver

• Their Jarate skills kinda go crazy

• Games with Junior, they love first-person shooters

Spy (alias: Rune)

• Get half filipino'd loser🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

• Backup strategist for when things go to shit but also the last resort for a lot of things unfortunately

• Anxiety ridden, visits the doc often

• Good at stabbing, not much with shooting

• Acknowledges Scout as his son but is a very awkward dad. He's trying at least

• A hopeless romantic and has been looking for a partner since the divorce(tm)

• Smokes but is trying to quit, often been seen with a toothpick instead of a cigarette

• Autistic just like me fr, stims with his butterfly knife

Dallas

• Tough cowboy, doesn't play around

• "Watch your piehole son or imma SLAP YOU SILLY."

• Probably the sanest in the team

• Grumpy-pants who needs a break

• Very "tough love" kind of father figure

• "MY TEAMMATES ARE ALL MORONS!!!!" /ref /j

• Homophobic homosexual (/j)

• Despite his name, he might not even be Texan

• Tolerates Dr. Kölher the most

Dymitry (Mitya)

• Here to do his job, nothing more

• Intimidating just like the OG Heavy

• Fond of animals and small creatures

• Actually quite calm, its hard to piss him off

• He has a soft spot for Jenny and Meeka and buys them snacks on the weekends

• Jenny calls him Mitts!

Junior

• Transmasc bastard

• He'll beat your ass (for fun!)

• Good friends with Sniper, they listen to music and play video games together!

• Knows Spy is his dad and is very nonchalant about it, much to Spy's dismay ("I am your fathe-" "Whatever, don't care, didn't ask")

• Has braces paid for by Spy but has to leave base monthly to go to an actual dentist because Dr. Kölher didn't wanna keep seeing him cry whenever he had to get his braces tightened

•Still has buck teeth :3

Meeka

• Your honour, they're just a little guy

• Hangs around Mitya to keep him company, theyre the best of friends!

• Goes on crazy killing sprees with Jenny during matches

• Ongoing beef/goof-off with the RED Team's Pyro

• Pinkie Pie energy!!

• Dallas is their (adoptive) dad!

Angus

• Superstitious about a lot of things but keeps it to himself

• For some reason is always very warm which is why he's shirtless 90% of the time

• Has some amazing tits ngl

• Will wear a dress to the function and be the hottest one there

• His fav food is burber 🍔

• Loves hard rum and scotch (its important to me that all my demo ocs have a fav alcoholic beverage)

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That's all of them! I hope you like them :3

[mooodyblue]

How about caregiver Austin helping his little to regress?

i love cg!aus !!!!! my aus fics aren't doing as well as they used to but i'll always love writing for him <3 ty for the request!

wc: 637

you’d been dating austin for a year now, the two of you kept no secrets from each other. the moment you started dating, you opened up about your regression and austin was more than okay with being your caregiver. you were grateful for austin and he was happy that you were so open with him, but due to a toxic relationship that made you have to hide your regression in the first place, you still felt like you couldn't be little. not even around austin.

he knew when you were feeling overstimulated or on the verge of slipping; you'd only been little around him a handful of times but he still knew. you'd get quiet or begin to fidget with whatever you could get your hands on, sometimes biting your nails. he’d hold your hand instead, letting you squeeze as hard as you needed.

austin just wished you were more comfortable with slipping around him. he wanted to take care of you and let you feel free for a little awhile.

he came home to you taking your plushies out of the dryer, grinning at you. “bath day for the stuffies?”

your cheeks got warm, slightly embarrassed at austin catching you with plushies. you slept with one every night even with austin but still found yourself getting embarrassed whenever he caught you with one. “y-yeah.” you laughed softly.

“you haven’t gone down in awhile.” he stated, snaking his arms around your waist.

“i know.” you sighed. “i’m just…i can’t.”

austin hummed, turning you around so you'd face him. “what can i do to help?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly.

you shrugged, just the touch from your boyfriend making you feel all warm and fuzzy. he pressed his lips against your forehead, “cartoons? i could go for a lil’ bit of bluey right now.” he grinned.

“really?” your eyes lit up in surprise.

“go get yourself comfortable, baby. i’ll join you in a bit.” he gave you a soft pat on the back and went to fetch your little things.

there were things that you absolutely had to have when you were little, items that couldn’t be taken away if it came down to having to punish you for anything. your favorite blanket, the plushie austin bought you for your first anniversary and a rainbow colored teether. there were many other items that you loved dearly, but only a select few were your comfort items. he noticed how often you were biting at your nails recently and opted out on bringing your paci, he didn't need you ruining your teeth by chewing on it.

he filled your sippy cup with your favorite juice and your favorite snack from your little snack drawer, returning to you in the living room patiently waiting for austin’s return.

“alright. plushie, teether, blankie, sippy cup, snack….” he listed off as he placed everything out on the coffee table, handing you the blanket, plushie and sippy cup. “am i missin’ anything?”

“i think just one more thing….”

he raised an eyebrow, “what did i forget?”

“you!” you reached for him, patting the empty seat next to you.

“silly.” he chuckled, sitting next to you and pulling you on his lap. “my silly lil’ baby.” he cooed, giving your nose a small tap with his finger.

you giggled softly, burying your face in his neck. “daddy’s silly.”

his lips perked up at the nickname, well aware that you were little or close to it. “is that right?” he rubbed your back softly. “y’still love me though.”

you hugged the plushie tightly in your lap, “mmhm. love daddy lots.”

he placed a kiss to your temple, brushing your hair back. “bluey time?”

you situated yourself on his lap, getting comfortable and putting the blanket over the both of you. “bluey!”

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Good Night, Little Darling

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: You tickled Loki silly, now it's his turn to mess with his little dove.

☆ Word Count: 852, sorry, I'm still burnout, but good news I'm free! for the rest of the year.

☆ Notes: Mini sequel to "Push my Nightmares Away" I had a bit of free time and finally peace of mind, so, here it is. Part two!

☆ Warnings: Short, that's it, it's short tooth-rotting tickle fluff. Kinda sexual tension? I guess? Not very proof-read..

“But I would like my revenge first.” 

“Oh, noho! No, no, no, no, no!” you warned him “No, Lohoki no!” 

You grabbed Loki’s wrist as he began to skitter his fingers over your side. Not that you were really upset about it, or really fighting you off. 

“Ehehe, no Lohohoki!” you giggled softly. “Wehehe’re gohonna wake-up, sohohomeone!” 

He seemed to agree as he settled his hands above your waist, resting them gently yet firmly enough not to tickle you. 

“Don’t worry then, dear” Loki smiled teasingly, “I can be very gentle… maddeningly gentle…” 

You bit your lip to hold back the laughs as he sneaked his hands underneath your shirt, knowing how much it flustered you. Your smile began quivering it’s way on your lips. 

“Ah, darling, your skin is so warm… and soft… it’s so… delightful” he whispered as he leaned to gently rub his nose against your neck. 

Now this was just cruel, he knew painfully well that when he spoke softly and slowly like this his breaths tickled you silly. You tried squirming away. 

“Ah ah ah… pet” he purred gently his tongue with a grin. “Do not squirm away come back.” 

He wiggled his finger, commanding you to return towards him. And for some unknown, unexplained reason… your body obeyed, it was beyond reason, you just felt safe with him, and you wanted to feel him close to you… so, before you thought about it, you had obeyed his tender request. 

“Such a good pet” he teased you . 

“Dohon’t call mehe pehehet, jerk!” 

“Sorry, darling, getting on your nerves is too entertaining” he chuckled as he sneaked his fingers to gently scratch underneath your arms. “Like when I do this.” 

He laughed evilly as he went back to giving soft bites to your neck as he went squeezed and prodded your sides and ribs, making you cave into silent whispery laughs as he continued to trace his fingers against your skin, filling you with kisses and loving praise throughout it all. 

Maddening for sure, but god damn, you wouldn’t trade this playful torture for all the treasures of the world. 

But when he sneaked his hands to tickle the back of your ribs you went to hold his wrists while tapping his forearms. 

He relented and gently wrapped his arms around you, turning the tickle trap into a warm hug, as pressed his forehead against your shoulder, breathing deeply as he felt your body still convulsing slightly from the residual laughter. Rubbing your skin firmly to help you get rid of the tingly sensation. 

“I love you” he sighed. 

It always melted your heart when Loki said «I love you» first, it had taken him a long time to get used to hearing it on a regular basis, let alone saying it unless being told first. 

Thor said it was like his little brother had been beyond reborn, being more affectionate than way back before his downfall. Smiling more than he had ever in his life, and even making him laugh was so much easier since your relationship. You’d always respond that it wasn’t because you were special, Loki had grown a lot and it had been everyone’s acceptance that allowed Loki to feel safe. 

But maybe, a part of you did feel special for getting to see such a vulnerable side of the devious and devilishly handsome God of Mischief. 

“You’re such a kitty cat” you giggled. 

Loki growled and with a soft green beam a pair of pointy fuzzy ears and a furry cat tail that was wagging happily. 

“Like this?” he asked smugly. 

“Sort of, yes, you dork” you smiled, “gosh, what am I gonna do with you?” 

“I have a few things in mind…” he said seductively. 

Before you could return the comment, a yawn interrupted you, quickly passing on to the former prince. 

“What about sleeping?” you suggested sheepishly. 

“I’d like that very much, love” he yawned, eyes already closed. I hope you don’t mind me holding onto you like this, princess. You’re deliciously warm, I really meant that.” 

“You’re awfully convincing,” you turned and squirmed to get comfortable. 

You were laying on your side, facing Loki, chest to chest, and you curled up to rest safely in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Good night, baby” you smiled” 

“Good night, little darling.” 

As you were relaxing, you felt your hand brushing against Loki’s stomach, and you could resist the urge of giving his tummy a gentle, playful scratch. 

“Hehey…” he smiled, “Do not cause trouble pretty minx, I’d like to sleep.”  

“Not even a threat?” you mocked him, “my, my... Someone’s in a good mood.” 

“I suppose you're right,” he chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss against your nose, “you can thank my little darling for that.”

You started at him lovingly, as he stretched with a little yawn, his breathing relaxed as he fell asleep once again. And once seeing your beloved trickster sleeping soundly, you allowed yourself to sleep as well.

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[bluelolblue]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @tobytheeggo

I wish you all the best for your birthday! I really enjoy talking to you and being silly with you :3. I'm sooo glad I got to meet another Santino (and Riccardo) enjoyer, like that's really rare, and you're just so silly and fun and amazing! We're far away from each other, but it's like we share the same brain cells most of the time HEHEHE! I hope all your wishes and dreams will come true and continue being amazing and slaying every day! 💙🩵💙🩵

I appreciate you a lot and I made this fic for you as my little gift for you! :3

It's Santino x Chidi because YES! I hope you'll like it <3 🩵💙

Early Mornings

Everything seemed so peaceful and warm, not a sound other than soft breathing. And it seemed too good to be truth. Living life in constant rush and danger of getting killed is exhausting. A good sleep feels almost unreal.

Until... waking up to a high pitch beeping noise.

Santino groaned in frustration, burying his face into the pillow and pulling the heavy silk sheets over his head, waiting for the sound to be shut off.

Chidi reached for his phone to turn off the alarm. It was 5 am. Just like every morning. Being a bodyguard means getting up at 5 am every morning because that's your job. Protect rich, powerful people. Although, in this situation, Chidi is not Santino's bodyguard. He is Vincent's bodyguard. Santino's ex.

"What time is it?" Santino muttered tiredly, now lying on his stomach as he hugged the pillow, still not opening his eyes.

"5 am." Chidi replied, his voice a bit husky in the morning. Santino sighed into the pillow, finding all this too difficult to handle at 5 fucking am.

"Are you insane?" Santino asked, finally opening his eyes enough to glare at Chidi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing him.

Ah. His back. It almost looked like the red scratch marks were painted, but they were indeed real and were left by this moody Italian. "Maybe I am. Not as insane as you, though." Chidi said, looking over at his shoulder with a small smirk.

Santino made another annoyed noise and turned over, pulling the sheets with him. "You know, my back still kinda burns." Chidi complained jokingly. Well, half jokingly. The scratches still burned a little. "You deserved it." Santino muttered.

"Did I?" Chidi asked, leaning over the bed to press a kiss on his lover's neck.

"Either go to the bathroom or stay here..." Santino said tiredly, but he let Chidi kiss his neck. "Oh, so you want me to stay after all, huh?" Chidi teased, admiring a love bite he had left on the Camorra prince. "You're just good in bed." Santino said, switching with some effort onto his back to cup Chidi's face and to press a lazy kiss on his lips.

He's still so tired. And sore from their night together.

"You were loud." Chidi said after the kiss, looking into Santino's beautiful, tired green eyes. He looked even more handsome like this, with messy hair, sleepy eyes and still exhausted. Santino hummed and smiled halfway, one hand tracing down the scratch mark. "And you were so stubborn." Santino said, slightly digging his nails into the marks to tease him.

"You liked it. Loved it even." Chidi pulled back with a soft chuckle. He was not gonna let Santino have his way now. At least not at 5 am. Santino hummed again and turned into a small groan as he tried to stretch. He's gonna feel this for a week, if not longer. Week if he's lucky.

"I won't be able to walk." Santino breathed out, sagging on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as Chidi made his way to Santino's luxurious bathroom. "You wanted it that way. Begged me for it as far as I can remember." Chidi smirked at him, leaning against the door.

"Shut up." Santino murmured and rubbed his face with his both hands.

Santino hates that he got woken up at 5 am, and he wanted to take a nap while he waited for Chidi, but now he couldn't.

In the bathroom, Chidi took a nice warm shower that helped him feel relaxed and relieved. And it felt so good on his scratch marks on his back. Santino can really get wild when he wants to. Or when someone drives him insane to that point.

The room was still somewhat dark which just made him sleepy again but just as he closed his eyes again to nap, Chidi returned.

"I have to go now before it gets too suspicious." Chidi said as he put on his shirt. "Not gonna stay just a little longer?" Santino teased, now lying on his side with a smirk and watching Chidi. "You know I can't do that." Chidi told him, knowing what Santino wanted.

"Mm... fine. It's too early for anything. You're just crazy like your fucking boss." Santino couldn't hold himself when he mentioned his boss. Vincent.

"Bodyguard's life, what can I say." Chidi was just doing his job really. Although, his job wasn't Santino last night but he's gonna keep that a secret. Because it is a secret.

How to make life more difficult for your toxic ex?

Sleep with his bodyguard.

Santino watched as Chidi put on his clothes, his tie, how he looked more serious again. Fuck. He looked so hot in that suit. Good thing Santino didn't tore it off him yesterday.

Just as Chidi got fully dressed and was ready to leave, Santino got up and tugged on his tie, face to face with the assassin. "Tell your boss to keep his distance... otherwise, I'll have to steal you again." Santino's voice made Chidi almost shiver. This soft, gentle, and attractive voice he used was enough to make him kiss him again.

Humming in agreement while kissing the Crime lord, his soft lips felt better than anything right now. "I will." Chidi said after the kiss, admiring him in this position.

No one really gets to see Santino this way. Relaxed, calm, submissive but still having control. It's rare but beautiful sight.

"Now go back to him like a loyal dog you are." Santino patted his shoulder, turning away with a smirk and getting into his bed. "It's almost 6 am, I want to sleep while I can." Ah, of course, Santino has to be a bit bitter in the morning.

"I'll see you again soon. Mr. D'Antonio." Chidi gave him a smile and nod before opening the door to leave.

Santino felt like he won. Sleeping with a bodyguard of his ex to spite Vincent. But still, Chidi is hot and so fucking good in bed. He barely stood up to hold his tie and kiss him, his legs and hips hurt. He's going to feel this for a long time.

Santino D'Antonio gets what he wants no matter what. Even things like this.

[rosileeduckie]

Haunted Safehouse

Yes, I’m aware my house is haunted; this ghost, I did consent to rooming with.

Jon and Martin have a discussion about costumes. Projecting only a little how excited I am getting dressed up for the occasion. 😋 Happy Halloween! 🧡🎃

SFW. Potential warnings: none. TMA JonMartin tickle fic.

Word count: 1,942

~*~

“I’m just saying, it’d be a brilliant costume. Especially since I wouldn’t need to go buy a lot; could just wear what I usually do. What do you think, Jon?”

Jon would have replied, but he found it necessary to dedicate the entirety of his focus to the fitted sheet in his hands, which was being very stubborn against his efforts to capture the corner of the mattress with it.

“Jon?”

“Hm?” Jon replied, not looking up from the fabric he was wrestling with.

He heard a chuckle, and then, in the next moment, Jon found himself nearly falling forward onto the bed when Martin yanked hard on the end of the sheet opposite to the one Jon’s hands were white-knuckling. The archivist caught himself, only to feel his stomach drop and his heart leap into his throat when he looked up to find Martin smirking down at him. “I was asking what you thought of me dressing as a tickle monster for Halloween,” Martin clarified, as though Jon hadn’t heard him the first time and wasn’t just trying to keep his face from catching fire.

“Uh-huh,” Jon said, clearing his throat and standing, smoothing out his jumper and the fitted sheet that suddenly wrapped snugly on all four mattress corners. “Well.” He went around the bed to the pile of somewhat-folded bedding that lay at the foot, gathering the top sheet into his arms to give himself something new to grip when he puckishly replied, “It sounds to me like you just don’t want to come up with a real costume.”

Still smiling, Martin narrowed his eyes, moving slowly to where Jon stood at the end of the bed. “I think it’s creative, actually,” he reasoned. “Simple, but smart, and effective for all those who get it.”

“‘All,’” Jon echoed with a roll of his eyes as though that gesturing was louder than the flush of his cheeks.

“Even if it’s just you,” Martin allowed with a sigh and a happy shrug. He picked through the sheet in Jon’s arms, looking for an end to take hold of and assist with, his lips widening into a grin as he did so. “Will have to try the costume out before Halloween, of course. See what you think before the day of. Though I have an idea already of how you’ll like it.”

The sparkle of mischief in Martin’s gaze that was so fondly and evilly fixed on Jon was too flustering for the poor archivist. He didn’t have to Know Martin’s thoughts to know exactly how his teasing costume would be broken in, but Jon, too, had an idea of what that process may entail, and he couldn’t bear the thought of it, nor the fact that it wasn’t happening at present. A hopelessly happy smile longed to spread across his face, and Jon bit his lip, knowing Martin would only tease him more for it. A minute ago, Jon had nearly burrowed into the top sheet in his arms, but, now, he implemented the defense another way, throwing the fabric up and over Martin’s head. “There. A ghost. Simple, but classic,” Jon said with a huff, praying the sheet was just thick enough that Martin couldn’t see through it to see how Jon was unable to curb the giddy smile at the thought of having his own personal tickle monster for Halloween. The novelty and silliness of it all was too sweet. “If you’re going to half-ass costumes this year anyway,” he tacked on, hoping to sound less excited and more of his usual calm and grumbling style. That effort was as fruitless as biting down his smile, which he didn’t know if Martin could see, but Jon knew he could hear Martin giggling beneath his shroud, and the archivist couldn’t help the soft smile that warmed his cheeks at the sound.

“I’m genuinely curious,” said Martin. “Is it less flustering when you can’t see me?”

And Jon could hear the grin in Martin’s words. His smile went wobbly and his cheeks went rosy at the familiarly teasing lilt to Martin’s voice, and the sensitive nerves under his arms and in his chest and behind his knees tingled in anticipation. Jon scoffed, glad Martin couldn’t see him pouting either. “No,” he admitted, reaching up to pull the sheet off Martin’s head.

The avatar of the all-seeing Eye realized several things simultaneously, and all of them too late. Firstly, his lifting of his own arms offered the perfect unintentionally opening for a very impish Martin to attack. If Martin were still in front of him. Because, secondly, Jon realized that there was no one under the sheet. It was like a middle school or social media magic trick, except Jon was never one for magic, and he certainly hadn’t conjured any hocus pocus to make his partner vanish. Thirdly, he realized Martin hadn’t vanished. Exactly. He’d teleported, in his invisible Lonely way, right behind Jon. And from where he stood just behind Jon, Martin took good advantage of Jon’s elevated arms, striking under them with wiggling fingers.

Dropping the sheet with a yelp, Jon’s arms crashed down against his sides, effectively trapping Martin’s hands in the archivist’s armpits. The rest of Jon crashed as well, prompting him to stumble back against Martin’s chest as laughter burst from his own lungs. “Martin!”

Martin withdrew his hands from Jon’s armpits, drawing him in for a hug that allowed him to hold Jon close whilst scribbling his fingers into the archivist’s belly. “Maybe I could be the ghost of a tickle monster,” he mused as though his boyfriend wasn’t cackling in his arms. “Seems I’ve already got the characteristics for both down pat, don’t you think?”

Jon was sure his being adamant in not answering Martin’s earlier question was the reason Martin now was tickling him too hard to let him even think about forming a response. When his fingers drifted to Jon’s hips and the poor chortling man’s knees buckled, Martin did pull back, just embracing Jon from behind until he could stand again and his breathing had slowed, even if the dizzy smile he wore was still beautifully present.

The mischief was far from over, it seemed, as Martin leaned in to chuckle into Jon’s ear. “Remind me again, Jon,” he said, the brush of his lips against Jon’s ear making him shiver, and the sudden vanishing of his arms around Jon making the archivist gulp. “Is it less flustering when you can’t see me?”

It took a brief glance for Jon to realize he was the only visible occupant in the room, and the unknown but inevitable promise of Martin’s next attack had butterflies winging in his stomach. “If you expect me to finish this bed by myself—” Jon said, trying hopelessly to sound stern despite his eager grin.

“Oh, I wouldn’t recommend staying in one place,” Martin teased, his voice fading in and out, louder and softer, as he presumably moved around Jon to keep his hackles raised. “Tickle monsters belong to the Hunt, you know.”

The words had hardly left Martin’s invisible lips before Jon had dashed out the door. He hardly had an avatar tailing him that wasn’t out for his blood or general destruction, so it was something of a relief to be able to run and know he was still safe. Fun. His heart pounded in his ears and his cheeks ached from the grin he wore. The corridor ended all too soon, and Jon screeched to a halt in the living room. Curse their flat for being so small. He couldn’t run far, and his options for hiding were scant. Subconsciously, Jon could feel Martin’s mind as it flitted and faded in and out around him, sashaying in close before darting away, keeping Jon from getting a grasp on his location. Curse the Lonely for having such helpful power. Curse the Eye for having no physical power to help Jon now. Having no course of action before him, Jon swiftly turned around, hoping against hope he could beat Martin to a room with a lock and that the Lonely would be too polite to warp inside. He felt Martin’s mind go amusedly blank in surprise, which was satisfying both for the expression Jon imagined on Martin’s face and for the fact that the archivist could See clearly now that Martin was at his back. With the tiny advantage he had, Jon ran.

Only to slam straight into Martin’s chest upon rounding the corner to duck back into the bedroom.

“Ah—!” Jon gasped, Martin’s thumbs catching the belt loops of his jeans before he could try to flee once more. “You— you knew where I’d go.” Jon definitely wasn’t pouting again.

“You Knew where I was going,” Martin replied, only a little accusatory.

“Thought we were going all out with cheating and powers,” Jon huffed, half crossing his arms and half shielding as many tickle spots as he could.

Martin chuckled, pressing a kiss to Jon’s forehead. “Would you like to know where I’m going to go, Jon?”

“No.”

“You sure? You’re welcome to, if you like.”

Jon couldn’t resist. Martin’s lips still rested on his forehead; it was as familiar and easy an invitation to follow as anything. The softness of that kiss juxtaposed harshly against the images he saw in Martin’s imagination—of Jon, breathless and howling, as Martin pinned him to the unmade bed and tickled him until there were stars outside the window to see—and Jon buried his face in Martin’s sweater. “Fuck.”

“Albeit,” said Martin, easily lifting Jon up to carry him to bed, the archivist naturally melting into the hold like a koala, seated at Martin’s waist with his arms around Martin’s neck, face still hidden, “I could be nice if there’s somewhere you’d rather I go.”

“To the store to get a real costume,” Jon replied, hoping the fabric of his new sweater mask didn’t dull the sarcasm in his words. It certainly didn’t muffle his squeak when Martin gave a chastising pinch to either of the backs of his thighs.

Martin lay Jon on the bed, quick to squish him to the fitted sheet and pin his arms above his head. “Nice offer rescinded,” Martin smiled, shaking his head. “The nicest I’ll be now is that I didn’t make you wait for this. Not to mention, waiting until after we got the bed made; we’d have to redo it all with how much you squirm.”

Jon gave a laugh at that, and more laughter easily followed when one of Martin’s hands danced its fingers down his outstretched arm and into the exposed hollow of his underarm. He did kick, he wiggled and giggled like the devil, but all the fight had gone out of Jon after being caught. It had been fun to be chased, but now he could revel in being happy, being seen, being loved. There was something unbearably lovely about it. Aside from the obvious fact that laughter had prompted his eyes to squeeze shut, he couldn’t See through this. Couldn’t See when all he could do was feel, couldn’t Know when all he could do was laugh. The hunt, he could steady his nerves enough during to Look, but now with his nerves alight like firecrackers, his head wasn’t straight enough to recall his own name, let alone Know where Martin was going to target next. Fun as the hunt had been, all anticipation and pitting their powers against one another, this—being tickled silly by his partner, when it was just human, warm, safe, and soft—he liked even better.

[n0rdic-kn1ght]

“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 11)

(Has smut)

An hour after Alucard had left my room, I got up to go find him in the castle library. I pushed the doors open, carefully, and peeked my head inside.

“Alucard?”, I called for him, glancing around.

“Over here”, he replied, from a corner of the library I couldn’t see for the bookshelves.

I slowly walked between the shelves, and then looked to my right. He sat close to the fireplace at the far wall, a book open on his lap. He looked so very comfortable, positioned on the leather couch.

“Is everything okay?”, he asked me, looking up from his reading.

I blinked, and then nodded.

“Yeah… I-I just… I guess I got lonely up in my room”, I admitted.

“Oh, well… you can sit by me, or on the other couch next to this one, if you’d like”, he replied, with a shrug and a very brief smile.

I was thoughtful for a moment, and then I took a seat next to him, on the couch he was sitting on.

“What is it you’re reading?”, I asked.

“Oh, It’s nothing… It’s just some silly fables”, he explained, with a light shrug.

I nodded. “Oh, lovely.”

I then glanced over at the fire, and I stared into it, biting my lip in thought. I decided maybe now would be a good time to start making more conversation with him. I slowly turned back to look at him.

“What’s your favorite color?”, I asked him.

He slowly shut the book he had, and set it aside him.

“Umm… black”, he answered. “It’s a great color to wear, and it keeps you warm in the winter.”

I smiled at his response.

“That’s cool”, I answered.

“What’s yours?”, he asked me, with a soft little smile starting to appear on his lips.

“Crimson”, I replied, smiling. “It’s a color of passion, and ambition.”

He smiled. “Crimson is a lovely color.”

I nodded. It was quiet between us for about a minute, until Alucard spoke again.

“Do you have a favorite food?”, he asked me.

“Apples. Green ones”, I said. “They’re just so delicious. I like the sourness.”

He chuckled.

“How about you, dhampir?”

He chuckled. “Well, everybody would assume it is human blood, given my vampire side. But, it’s fish. I enjoy fish quite a lot.”

I smiled. “I’ll remember that.”

I found myself leaning in closer to him, as we gazed at one another, with little smiles on our faces. I giggled, softly, as our faces were now mere inches from one another.

“You know, I liked what you did earlier…”, I confessed.

“Oh, yeah?”, he answered, placing a hand on my thigh, gently pulling the fabric of my night gown up, so he could caress my bare skin.

I bit my lip and shivered at his cold touch, and I nodded.

“Mhm… I did.”

“Did you want to go again…? Maybe for a little longer?”, he asked me, snickering.

I didn’t even reply with my own words, and I pressed my lips to his, in a passionate kiss. He growled low in his throat, and I could feel his hand squeeze my thigh, roughly. I moaned into our kiss, and he pulled me onto his lap. As I felt his inhumanly long tongue slide into my mouth, his hands traveled down to grasp my backside. He squeezed it, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from me.

“Ooh!”, I moaned, softly, and smiled down at him.

He rested his head against my plump, soft bosom, and he gently kissed my breasts, through the fabric of my night gown. I started to feel something hard poking into me, and I teasingly moved against him. He moaned, and leaned his head back in pleasure as I did so.

“Oh… Lorena…”, he groaned. “If you keep going like that, I’m going to take you like the beast that I am.”

I giggled at his reaction, and kept going.

“Heheh. Come get me then, beastie”, I teased, rubbing against him a little harder.

“Fuck… this is in my way”, he cursed, before practically tearing my night gown off.

Upon doing so, I pulled his shirt off of him, revealing his extremely toned physique. I bit my lip in arousal, and started to kiss his plush, strong pectorals. He groaned in approval, and bucked his hips, wanting more from me. I undid his belt, and pulled down his leather pants. I gasped at how well-endowed we was. He chuckled at my wide-eyed reaction, and he slowly stroked himself.

“I don’t mean to use such crass language… but, I want to fuck your throat so badly, right now. Will you allow me?”, he asked, winking.

I bit my lip, and nodded in response. I took his long, hard member into my mouth, and got to work. I stared up at him as I sucked him off, moaning around his twitching shaft. He bucked his hips, causing me to gag with every thrust, but I loved it. I squeezed his finely toned butt as he pushed my head down onto his length, groaning and making desperate noises I never thought I’d hear a man make. I could feel my womanhood heating up with interest, and I kept going until he eventually pulled himself from my lips. I licked the pre-ejaculate off my lips, and got back to my feet.

“Come here…”, he demanded, before picking me up, bridal style.

He pushed me against the couch, pinning me there. He kissed up and down my thighs, teasing me relentlessly. I begged and panted for him to stop playing coy, and to just taste me, already. I tangled my hands in his long, blond hair.

“P-please… stop holding back… do it”, I begged, bucking my hips.

“Such an eager one…”, he teased. “You’re a dirty woman, aren’t you…?”

I nodded. “Yes! All for you.”

“Mmm… good”, he growled, before dipping his tongue into my wet folds.

I gasped, and my back arched as he began eagerly lapping at my womanhood, grabbing my thighs, my breasts, and everywhere he could to keep me down. I whimpered, squirmed, and whined at his tongue flicking against my sensitive clitoris. Eventually, I climaxed, crying out in pure bliss.

He chuckled as I lifted his head from my womanhood, his lips dripping with my juices. He wiped his lips and chin with his hand, and licked it off.

“May I do the honors of taking your maidenhead?”, he asked me, pulling me close against him.

I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck, and nodded.

“Mhm”, I replied, softly kissing his neck that was already slick with sweat.

“I’ll take care of you, darling”, he said to me, before he slowly began to push his length into me.

I winced at his size, feeling my entrance stretch to fit his very long, thick member. I closed my eyes tightly, and whimpered quietly.

“A-am I hurting you?”, he asked, with concern.

“N-no… please, keep going. It will feel good, soon”, I told him, gently nibbling on his earlobe.

He growled and moaned as I nibbled on his earlobe. That seemed to drive him up the wall, because he started to thrust into me at a steady pace. His face was flushed as I stared up into his golden eyes. He had a look of wide-eyed surprise, and ecstasy upon his face. He panted, and moaned, looking like he was about to pass out with all the pleasure. I held onto him tightly, as he started to move faster. My heart hammered in my chest, and I clawed up his back with what little nails I had. I felt so safe, so loved, so full…

“Ah! Oh, god!”, he cried out, before he climaxed deep inside of me, completely filling me with his fluids.

I kissed him, passionately as he spilled himself inside of me. He returned the kiss with an equal passion, and then pulled away to smile at me. He very slowly pulled out of me, panting. I felt sweat rolling down his back and neck, and I giggled softly.

“Oh, Alucard…”, I said to him, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “You sure do fill me with love… literally.”

He laughed, and then gave me a peck on the lips.

“Shush, pixie…”, he replied, shaking his head.

After cleaning ourselves up, I snuggled up to him on the couch, resting my head against his chest, as he had me in his lap.

“Are you hungry?”, he asked me. “It’s almost dinnertime.”

“Oh… yeah, I could eat”, I replied.

He smiled. “I might have some fish, still.”

[death-in-a-handbasket]

crawls over. kind of hooked on these interpretations if i may so humbly request the doa trio

Absolutely you may (I am 2/4 tasks done and this is my silly little treat for doing my work)

Fyodor

-more deep set heavily lidded eyes, very much dark circles, there is a hazy sort of shady look about his gaze and his eyes are a dusty light violet

-pronounced nose with a bump in the bridge <3

-pale, but less porcelain pale and more ashen pale, he looks a little washed out and frail in that sense

-high cheekbones, thinner chapped lips that he frequently bites to the point of bleeding

-he has two modes of smile, one soft kind of docile smile that makes him look kind of unassuming, and one thin smile with teeth that makes him look eerie and sinister. let’s just say his rat logo fits him

-shoulder length straight black hair, kinda greasy tbh

-very thin and kind of frail, not much in the way of muscle mass when it comes to this man, you can see his ribs and hipbones when he’s got no shirt on

-thin hands that shake with short bitten down nails and scabs where he’s relentlessly bitten at his hands

-prone to aches in his hands and spine from sitting at his computer for so long, bro cracks like rice crispies and groans like an arthritic old man

-runs cold and bundles up a lot because he’s always freezing, bro has hands like ice cubes

-smells like the air out the computer vents, dust, and the smell after it rains

-has a softer mellow voice harboring an accent, never a loud man, always softspoken and sweet even when talking about the most gruesome things

-has the same energy as a hermit you encounter in passing while on a walk that you’re sure knows more and has more secrets than you do just from the the look in their eyes

Nikolai

-dimples man, with sharp teeth and a wide jester grin that tells you he’s no doubt up to something

-broader more squared off face, nose has a bump at the tip, angular but with flushed apple cheeks

-his eyes damn near disappear when he smiles, half moon shape angled upwards with the left eye being gold and the right eye being silvery blue, always has that crazy gleam in the pupils

-likes to wear rouge, dabs it on his lips, cheeks, and the tip of his nose, sometimes uses makeup to accentuate his scar, there’s also always glitter on him. somehow.

-silvery white hair with a warm undertone to it, you can see a little bit of a dark blonde/tan at his roots and other missed strands in his hair

-built broad and built BIG. broad shoulders, thick thighs, smaller waist, definitely strong arms and legs, definitely built like an acrobat, bro is DENSE

-big strong hands, short nails because it bothers him while he’s working

-has a loud jester’s cackle reminiscent of Mozart from the movie Amadeus, very loud and airy voice, higher pitched when he’s joking, but when he’s talking normally it’s surprisingly deep, slight accent

-smells like lipstick, funnel cake with powdered sugar, and specifically spent fireworks

-runs warm, somehow always toasty, won’t hesitate to start stripping off parts of his getup because he’s sweating

-is a bit like staring into a whirligig firework, it’s beautiful, it’s out of control, you like it at a distance but if it starts zooming towards you you’re gonna shit your pants in fear

Sigma

-softer more delicate features, nice lips, pointed chin, very straight nose

-round eyes that are slightly downturned, always has a somewhat concerned look, like he’s the only one in the play (life) without a script, pale gray eyes that look lavender in certain lights

-flawless skin without effort, smooth and soft as cream

-built lithe, low muscle mass but not scrawny, graceful and perfectly proportioned, built like a nymph fr fr

-very silky split color hair but strands from the other color cross over to the other side at his roots, so sometimes his purple has white strands in it and vice versa

-soft flawless hands, long nails, has the occasional light freckle on him and sometimes a papercut from working with cards and money frequently

-doesn’t smile as much as he’d like too, any time he does smile it’s always slightly tinged with melancholy

-can present a calm and charismatic face but when he’s not interacting with people he always carries a kind of focused stressed look about him

-neutral, never too warm or too cold, but gets cold very easily, somehow has a higher tolerance for being warm than being cold

-softspoken and straightforward, is not loud unless he’s panicking, has a voice that puts you at ease, like a neighbor you’ve known forever

-smells like cucumber, the textiles at a craft store, and money

-has the same energy as a hitchhiker that you know must’ve run away from a worse home just from the caged animal look about them, something worried yet slightly hopeful despite the pessimism that’s been ingrained in them

[many-lovely-queer-creatures]

The VHS:

"Hi dearest<3 My name's Vivianne. Vivianne Vex~ (They/Pony/She) Trans femme butch/futch/femme Ponygender Cyborg/Cybernetic Unicorn succubus enby, but who I am doesn't revolve around sex and violence (anymore). It revolves around humor, VERY silly memes like that barely qualify legally as memes, MLP, Fallout, Halo, and loving and supporting the people around me, not least of all my 15-year Partner and love of my life, Cole/Panza<3 I'm a surrogate mom to a lot of people, and will do almost- and will do *anything* to protect trans kids, trans people, or any marginalized folk. I love you. And I'm proud of you. I'm glad you're here<3"

"Hey! My name's Colton or Panzara(depending on my current gender) Zander Marluxia They/He/She/Bug I'm a toric/achillean transmasc bigender genderfluid girl boy! I'm a mage from the tropics, I'm very soft-spoken, and I bugging love everyone, and try to be kind and understanding towards everyone, as does Vivi my Wife and love forever<3 I like Half-Life, lil bugs, boys<3<3 fresh fruit, Halo, and being outdoors! Uweh<3"

"uh uhm uhm uhh uh H-hi, my name's um... Willow or Wren or Ren, still kind of uhm.. Experimenting, uh, I'm just a lil trans pony girl who loves her friends and is kinda silly and trying to do better and find out who she is. I love you<3 Uhm, I think."

"Hai!!! :D My name's Pinkie Pie, and I'm a kinda ace-spectrummyy bisexualish lesbainish pony with she/her and im trying out pink/pink pronouns!! Im the most recent member of the system, and i love everypony here! They're all so nice and friendly and supportive, oh, I really like sweets and parties and Twilight and soda and baking and making friends and candy and everything! Everywhere! If I could, i'd give everypony in the whole world a biiiiig hug!! I LOVE ALL OF YOU, DONT FORGET TO SMILE AND DO STUFF THAT MAKES YOU SMILE! LOVE YOUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

"Hello/Hallo. My designation is LSTR-512. I go by Elster. I am a fictive, of some definition, from Signalis. I am a he/him lesbian. I am... Incredibly dedicated to my partner. I love her. Very, very, very much. She is the light of my life. Meine shatz, meine leibe, meine sonne und meine mond und mein sterne der nacht. Ich liebe dich. Du vervollständigst mich. I enjoy very much classical music, wine, Bavarian food, and Centaurworld."

"Hewwo!!! bork bork! X3 My name is Koda she/her and i am doggy girl. i like u and biting and smothing peoples in my chest floof and i love you!! brrruf :3 das about it love u byeeee ||3 *waggywaggywaggy*"

"hey. my name's Jonas. Jonas Kujo. some of my friends call me Shen, or sometimes Jojo. Aroace, he/they pronouns please. im a pretty soft, quiet dude. but... i love trans people. Mogai people. my people. I'll do anything, and fight anyone for you. Pinky promise. i have a fire in me that won't go out. I will burn down the world if it means keeping the folks i love warm for another winter. I will not fail you. You are my family. You are my strength. You are my heart. My name is Jonas. and I'm gonna save the world."

Not pictured/without comment: Smiley, a Yes Man fictive who helps out when other folks are under a lot of emotional toil, and has repaired me several times after stress damage<3 -Vivianne

"Howdy! Ah'm Workhorse, an Applejack fictive, she/her. I'm just now startin' to stretch my legs, but y'all might hear from me soon. Take care, y'all! :D"

Raer Gorebeest, It/Its/Itself, is a cryptid who enjoys drawing with crayons, scaring people, biting things, and and many other violent possibly triggering actions, but don't worry!! It's actually very sweet and lovey, and kinda just a big kid! -Colton

All others didn't want a spotlight, but are still as much a part of the family as an others. Feel free to ask about us and stuff, we're pretty open, friendly folks.

[dhampiravidi]

❛ i think i'm caught between who i am and who i want to be ❜ (Pogue to Jayn)

She knew he'd seen the picture Cass had texted her. It was their celeb crush--the lead singer of a band the girls liked. He was about thirty, with soft, chin-length hair, piercings, and a gorgeous collage of tattoos decorating his toned body. But Cass hadn't sent Jayn the picture to discuss those lovely physical features. No, she'd sent it so they could giggle about the guy's eyeliner. Black eyeliner, glasses, and button-downs with the sleeves rolled up were just a few of the things that always made hot guys look even hotter.

Anyway, Jayn had been sitting on the bed, practically cackling as she texted Cass. In the meantime, Pogue was using the bathroom. She hadn't heard the toilet flush, what with how distracted she was. So she didn't know that Pogue was behind her until he cleared his throat.

"Who's he?" Crap. Between she, Pogue, Cass, and Caleb, Pogue was always the most likely to get jealous. His temperament probably stemmed from how he'd grown up, with a dad who randomly blew up over fairly small issues, and a mom who never really told her son that she loved him. Oh, and his longtime girlfriend (now ex), Kate, had repeatedly cheated on him. In other words, he was affection-starved, and when he didn't get what he needed, or he thought his partner(s) was planning to leave him, he got really upset.

"Oh, him? He's just a guy from a band that me and Cass like," Jayn quickly explained, scrambling to face Pogue, "She wanted me to see what the eyeliner does for him." Not a complete lie.

"Huh..." He plopped down next to her, glancing over at the picture. "You really like that stuff, don't you? Eyeliner's the only makeup I see you with." Jayn was surprised that he hadn't huffed or started an interrogation.

"Yeah. I mean, I guess. I mess mine up a lot, but if you're already doing it thin, it doesn't matter."

"..show me. Please?" he asked in a whisper. She blinked.

"I'm wearing some right now."

"I meant, on me." He was gritting his teeth, then biting his lip, then looking away, as if he enjoyed studying the floor. In other words, Pogue was trying very hard not to cry. "I-'m always...think I'm caught between who I am, a-and who I wanna be..."

"Sweetheart. Look at me...please?" Just getting him to understand that keeping his hair long had been a bit of a struggle. Jayn knew how many years it'd taken Pogue to admit he loved Caleb and actually openly date him, much less move out of his parents' house (he had the money, he'd just always feared what they would do when he left planning to enter a polycule with his boyfriend).

She carefully rested her hand on his cheek, and let him turn to face her when he was ready. Gods, seeing those beautiful hazel eyes burdened with tears would never stop hurting her. He swallowed down a sob, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

"Jay--"

"We can take it off if you don't like how it looks." She softly pecked him on the lips. "You know I already think you're hot, right?" He smiled a little.

"Yeah, babygirl. You tell me all the time." Jayn pulled him into a fierce hug, only pulling away when his breathing had steadied. Then she grabbed a bag of M&Ms from her drawer and tossed it onto his lap, giggling at how eagerly he opened it.

"I'll be right back." She went to her bathroom and got her eyeliner pencil, a damp (warm) washcloth, and a soft dry cloth, then returned to where Pogue was looking intently at the picture on her phone. Hehe, he's got a crush too. "Hey. We can do this two ways: you turn to face me, or you lie down and I straddle you. Whatever's--" He'd already flopped onto his back, arms wide and face silly. "Oh my gosh," Jayn mumbled, "What am I going to do with you?...Alright, but you gotta stay still until I'm done." He nodded.

She sat on his hips, then leaned down. He immediately grabbed her boobs, because Pogue was a little shit. "Hi," he said, flashing a cocky grin. He only let go when she tried to get back up. "OK, OK." He moved his hands to her hips, so he could keep her steady. Once she knew he wasn't going to squirm, Jayn gently touched under his eye with her free hand.

"It'll feel weird while I'm drawing, because I have to touch your bottom eyelid..." Somehow he managed to stay perfectly still while she applied the black liner, and she managed to do it without messing up on either eye. "Oh, shit."

"What?"

"C'mere!" Jayn tossed everything to the side, took Pogue's hand, and led him into the bathroom, in front of the big mirror. His eyes widened as soon as he saw himself. He blinked experimentally, like he was trying his face out for the first time. And then, slowly but surely, he smiled. He grabbed Jayn, spinning her around as she screeched. Then he carried her back to bed, kissing her passionately. When she was dazed, he took pictures of both of them, sending them to Cass and Caleb via their group chat.

"You were right: hot guys look hotter with eyeliner," Pogue said mischievously. "Now c'mon, we're gonna be late."

[imagine--if]

Yandere Edward Nashton request pls!! Reader hasn't seen the Riddler’s face yet and Edward trusts her enough now but is a lil insecure 🥺🥺 ty in advance x

A/N: Am I the only one who cries because a fictional character they're in love with is FiCtIoNaL 🥹

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluff, brief mention of violence 💚

Words: 793

You’ve felt him, heard him, and will always be loved by him, but you’ve never truly seen him.

Edward says you’re seeing him in all his glory as The Riddler, and to look beyond the mask. You know he’s right, in a way, and that his mask lets him be free to be himself, but as the weeks of being in his apartment pass, you just can’t help but grow curious and wonder exactly who Edward is.

He’s told you his first name, at least. And whenever you tentatively bring it up, you’re reminded again and again that it’s not at all that he doesn’t trust you, but he can’t be too careful, and doesn’t trust anyone else.

So why does he sound so nervous when he says it? You can hear his boyish voice all too clearly when the mouthpiece isn’t on, deep green eyes refusing to meet yours when the subject’s brought up.

Is he nervous? The Riddler, who always seems so sure of himself, nervous?

You’re jolted out of your thoughts as he comes into the bedroom, stopping in the doorway and staring fondly at you as you lie lazily on the bed, going in and out of apps on your phone absentmindedly.

“You’re always so tired, aren’t you, angel?” He mumbles with a soft chuckle, going over to the bed and crouching down opposite you, his masked face so close you can feel his warm breaths. An ungloved hand reaches up to play with a strand of your hair before stroking your cheek, admiring you like a painting, and you watch with a slight smile, searching his eyes before your own eyes move to look at the smooth skin of his hands.

“Do you…” you start, trying to figure out what you’re going to say before you say them, and the Riddler’s attention is immediately on you, “think I’m pretty?”

The Riddler stares at you for a moment in surprise and confusion, before he laughs, shaking his head at you.

“I think your beautiful, my darling,” he coos in between giggles, “don’t I tell you every day? Don’t you think you do?”

“Well, you say that soulmates have a lot in common,” you respond slowly, and he nods, “so… can I see how pretty you are too?”

Edward pauses, taking in your words as his hand moves away from your face, his eyes fixed on the floor in thought. When he looks back up at you, he already seems doubtful.

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea, sweetheart…”

“Please?” You persist gently, smiling as cutely as you can at him, and you see him already start to waver and melt under the look you give him. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You trust me, right?”

“Of course, I…” The Riddler sighs, his hand returning to you as he goes back to playing with your hair, shuffling a little closer. “Do you really want to see? I might not be what you’ve been wanting to see.”

“Don’t be silly,” you shake your head dismissively, “you won’t disappoint me, Eddie. I promise.”

“Well, alright,” he gives in finally, and you bite back the wide smile that threatens to pull at your lips, “if that’s what you want, angel. Hold on, then.”

And so The Riddler gets up and leaves the bedroom, fumbling around in another for a few minutes, until he’s pulled his mask off and ruffled his hair back up a bit, replacing his glasses before lingering in the doorway again.

You take in the sight in wonder, your gaze trailing down from his sandy brown locks to his round face and naturally nerdy expression. An anxious blush tints his cheeks, his fingers fiddling with the green cotton material of his thick hoodie.

He’s everything you expected, but nothing you’d imagined. You could hardly imagine this man bashing in skulls and screaming at the world, twisting puzzles and riddles into something much more fatal than just fun. The only things that make you see it are those clear-framed glasses and the hint of madness laced in his soft, forest-green eyes.

He watches you hopefully, cautiously, and smiles back at you in relief and adoration as you smile happily at him, admiring him in almost the same intense way he admires you.

“You were right, then, see? We must be soulmates after all.”

Tears prick at Edward’s eyes at your words, widening desperately as he goes over to you and sits on the floor opposite, looking up at you with big eyes and an even bigger smile.

“You- you think I’m pretty?”

You nod, running your fingers delicately through his soft locks, a sensation to which he immediately leans in to, practically purring.

“I think you're beautiful, Eddie.”

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[lem0nshark-writes]

"The City of Ruins"

Thranduil x Male (elf) Reader

Word count: 2344 Summary: Lost lovers reunite 🌙☄

Warnings: angst at first then fluff w/ smut later on, the begining of smut is marked tho so don't worry, reader's a bottom

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After the battle for Erebor you stayed behind in the city of Dale, it wasn't on your own accord, no. If it were up to you you would have returned to Mirkwood with your king, but you were banished from your home.

Such events came to be because you defied your king's orders to fall back and leave the dwarves to deal with orcs on their own. But you weren't gonna let your friends die, you weren't gonna let them fight on their own, even if it meant going against your king's will.

So you stayed behind, betrayed look on your king's face coming to haunt you more often than you'd like to admit. But you knew you did the right thing.

Many moons passed since the battle and you managed to fix yourself a home, it wasn't much, just a lower floor with a fireplace and a spot to lay on, but it's all you could muster up from the city in ruins.

You took it upon yourself to slowly clean and build around yourself, salvaging what you can of the city. And short trips to Laketown took care of your need for food and liquids.

It was a decent life, but terribly horribly lonely.

Your only friend being your thoughts and a bittersweet longing for your rín meleth*.

(*crowned love)

You feelings didn't come as surprise to you, they've been lingering for a while now but you've never acted on them, fearing he wouldn't feel the same and you'd cross a line. And besides, you were just a regular elf, no royalty, why would you ever be a match for him.

Dark stormy clouds gathered around the mountain and the city of Dale, heavy rain moments from being released.

You rushed to your small home in the heart of the city, arms full of twigs and branches, racing the time against the rain. And you made it in in the last second because just as you closed the door the sky came crashing down in big droplets.

You let out a sigh of relief and made your way to the fireplace, placing the newbrought wood at the side of it and started the night's fire. After making sure it's well lit and strong, you moved the remaining wood on the side for later.

You got up and took off unnecessary layers of clothes and your boots as the room started to fill up with warmth, setting them on their spot near the door.

Fixing your hair up in a messy bun you sat down on your bed and just as your were about to lay down for your daily rest, an unexpected knock on the door broke the comfortable silence mixed in with the crackling of the fire.

You looked up at the door and slowly got up, wondering who could it be as no guests announced themselves for the following days.

Creaking the door open your eyes widened in surprise. There in front of you, soaked in rain head to toe, stood none other than your ex king.

Your shock was soon pushed away by reminiscence of betrayal and old memories that came flooding your thoughts.

"How could you do that to me?.." pained expression pushed it's way through on kings face, trying to overcome the angry one that he tried so hard to keep.

"I already told you, but I guess you've gone deaf on your ears, I wouldn't and I won't let my friends die because you were too much of a coward to fight!" you started slow and calm but by the end of the sentence got louder and angrier, fire of the old argument rekindling fast.

"I am no coward! I did that to save the lives of our people! To save your life!" he growled back.

Anger gushed through your body but you said nothing, staring at his icy blue eyes.

"You might be-You maybe were my king, but my friends' lives are more important than your orders," you turned away, walking deeper into the house.

Thranduil followed, doors closing after him, and looked around a bit, feeling bad seeing how you lived since he threw you out of your home.

"You're so stubborn.." he sighed heavily, "What if something happened to you? What would I do then? What would I do without you??"

You turned around slightly and looked over at him. Worry of past events and what-ifs ridden across his face mixing with anger towards your stubbornness.

"You did just fine.." you muttered almost inaudibly, looking back away to hide your tears, old feelings starting to become too much.

He looked at you in shock for a few moments before regaining his ability to speak, "What… You think I enjoyed banishing you?? You think I enjoyed returning home without you and spending months an months with you nowhere in sight?? You think I like that?? .. When people ask me where you are?? .. Not seeing your face ever day??…"

"You think my soul isn't tearing into pieces without my meleth.." he looked at you, sadness twisting his face into a pained expression.

Your eyes widened at the last part and you turned around swiftly, standing there with your mouth agape for a few moments before speaking, " . . . Your meleth?.."

Thranduil's eyes widened a bit as well after he realized what he had said but then closed slowly as his expression melted into one of saddened agreement.

"You loved me?.." you asked softly.

He nodded, ". . . I still do.."

"Why didn't you say anything?.." you took a few steps towards the taller male, closing the gap between you two almost completely, and searched his eyes with your own.

"I feared you wouldn't feel the same.. and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you if that were true.." he finally gazed back at you.

"Silly king," you muttered through a slight smile forming on your face, " I loved you for hundreds of years, and I still do," you took his hands in yours and held them to your chest.

At your words his face lit up like forest in spring waking up from a long winter dream and he leaned I swiftly, locking his lips with yours, something he's been yearning to do for so long.

Without thinking you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace and he did the same, his strong arms washing away all the worries and making you feel like the whole world around you disappeared.

"Return home with me my meleth, rule as a king by my side, let's never part again," he whispered into your neck.

Your lips spread into a warm smile as you gazed upon his eyes, "I'd like that very much."

((smut continuation from here on))

The two of you settled down on a crapet by the fireplace, setting your journey back to Mirkwood for tomorrow, when the storm hopefully calms down.

You forced the king to take off the outer layer of his clothes to put to dry by the fire and he undid his wet hair too, allowing it to dry easier on the warm air.

The two of you rested in each other's arms for a while, letting the fire warm you both up as you chatted exchanging some old stories and talks of your lingering feelings.

He smiled down at you, arms wrapped around your body as you rested your back against his chest. You looked up at him, returning the smile, "What?"

"Nothing. I just am wondering why we didn't confess sooner," he placed a warm kiss onto your jaw.

"Me too," your eyes instantly closed as he did that, "I guess we are two completely oblivious idiots," you added with a chuckle.

He let out a chuckle as well, "That we are." He grinned and kissed you deepy, passion spilling out from his lips.

You smiled into the kiss and returned just as passionately, cupping his cheeks in the process.

The bigger elf moved slightly, allowing your bodies to face each other, before wrapping his arms around you again.

The two of your kept on kissing, the kiss turning from slow and passionate to yearning and with a lot more tongue.

His hands started roaming your body and soon enough your vest was off, and shortly after your shirt too.

At the motion you parted your kiss and the two of you exchanged a knowing look. And just as quickly his lips were back on yours and your hands now undoing his top.

Once you won the battle with his shirt he moved his lips to your neck, tracing kisses and licks before the same turned into bites and sucks, leaving hickeys behind that ended up littering your neck and your chest.

You moaned on his actions, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle thug on each bite he left on your soft skin.

He moved his attention to your lower stomach, leaving warm kisses there as he slipt your pants off with a single swift move.

You looked up at him, the two of you locking eyes, as you bit your lower lip. His gaze trailed around your body, taking in every bit of it, "Y/n.. you're beautiful.." he said, lust-laced desire dripping off his words.

The tone he spoke in made you shiver under his touch. He gave you a deep kiss and then proceeded to take his pants off too and soon enough both of yours undergarments followed.

He laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you deeply once again.

Your eyes stayed locked with his abs and, well, lower parts, being slightly taken aback by how good he looks.

He quickly caught up on your thoughts and smirked, making you in return blush like mad.

"Like what you see?" Thranduil smirked at his smaller lover who by the looks of it was about to burst into flames from the redness his cheeks reached caused by his words and that smug smirk Thranduil proudly wore.

He chuckled at his lover's sudden shyness and let his hand trail to his already errect memeber.

You gasped softly at the feel of his fingers on you and your eyes closed from pleasure, hand rushing to your mouth to silent the escaping moans.

Thranduil's hand reached for yours and moved it from your mouth, pinning it above your head, "I like your moans, don't hide them," he smirked and left kisses across your yaw and neck once again, as his hand worked magic bringing you all the way to the edge before abruptly stopping.

You looked up at him in wonder, unpleased and yearning for the pleasure to come back. He smirked softly at you and pulled you by your thighs closer to himself and his face went down.

You looked up at what he was up to and gasped in pleasure when you felt his slick tongue move against your hole. You fell back and your eyes rolled in sweetness as his tongue made it's way into you. It twisted and turned inside you, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body, his hands squeezing your butt cheeks as they held onto them.

Once again you were on the edge of an orgasm and once again he pulled away just as you were about to reach it.

You whined slightly this time, pouting at his repeated action.

"Shhhhhh you'll like what comes next better-," he smirked at you and sat himself up again, grabbing at the sides of your thighs as he positioned himself at your now wet entrance.

You propped yourself up just enough to reach his lips and kiss him deeply, which he gladly returned, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Ready?" he smiled at you warmly as you two held your faces close to one another. You gave him a soft nod, bracing yourself for what's about to come.

He slowly started pushing in, giving you enough time in-between each little push to adjust to him in you, moans rolling off your tongue along with rugged breaths.

Once he was all the way inside you he kissed you deeply, distracting you from any lingering pain till it all melted away into burning pleasure.

Holding at your sides he slowly started moving his hips pushing his big length in and out of you, at first slowly before picking up the pace. Moans streamed out of both of your mouths mixed up with muffled breathing between kisses.

"Ahhhh hhhhhngggg…" moans left your mouth one after the other as he picked up the pace even more, hand back on your ass and squeezing it.

Your finger nails raked his back in pleasure causing him to moan your name out between paced breaths, "Y/n… ahhh-."

You moved your lips to his neck, leaving the tall elf an even bigger moaning mess as you left hickey upon hickey against his skin.

He slapped your ass in the moment as he pushed in even deeper, reaching that sweet sweet spot, making you moan his name out even louder than before. He picked up on that and started hitting that spot repeatedly with even greater strength making you melt completely underneath him.

He could tell you were very close and so was he, and with a few more strong thrusts both of you came hard, moaning each other's names and spilling, you on his and yours stomach and him inside of you.

Panting he brought himslef down and placed a loving kiss on your lips, exhausted with pleasure and still riding your orgasm you returned.

He gently pulled out and plopped down next to you, pulling you close into his warm embrace.

You two stayed like that for a while, hugging and unable to reach your breaths.

Once your breath returned to your lungs you snuggled up into his chest and kissed his yaw, "I love you my king."

He smiled down at you and hugged you tighter, placing a long kiss onto your lips, "I love you too meleth."