#i can stifle it most of the time and like i feel 100% so like. whatever its so weird

[vote2]

its been nearly two weeks and i still have a cough this is my cross to bear ig.

[banggyu0308]

01:21AM // Choi Yeonjun

choi yeonjun x fem!reader

summary: sneaking out to the hotel pool after it's closed is probably the highlight of you staying with your boyfriend while his band is on tour

genre: smut

warnings: pool sex, nipple play, dacryphilia, slight scratching kink, creampie, yeonjun talks about himself in third person a couple times, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, exhibitionism, yeonjun calls reader 'baby', i wouldn't want to swim in this pool afterwards

word count: 2k

a/n: read the rest of my 'like our summer' fics here!!

taglist: @sunnibearr @dido-of-the-endless @tyunkus @boba-beom

"C'mon, no one's gonna see us, and even if they do, it's not like we're gonna get in trouble!" Yeonjun grins at you in the semi-darkness. His hand is wrapped loosely around your wrist, tugging you closer to him. Before you can protest, he continues. "The hotel can't kick us out, we're probably the most famous people that have ever stayed here. And it's so late that no one is gonna even be awake right now!"

You're still not sure. Someone COULD be awake, someone COULD see you, and if they can't prove you're Yeonjun's friend, they're only gonna guess that you're dating.

But... The wide smile on his face makes you roll your eyes and give in, slipping your hand so instead of his hand around your wrist, his fingers are linked with yours. Yeonjun pumps his fist in the air once and hisses a small excited "yes!" before dragging you outside.

The air is hot and it's more than a little humid, as expected. You pull your t-shirt over your head to expose your bathing suit, then tug off your shorts as well. You slip into the pool as quietly as you can, stifling a shocked yelp when Yeonjun cannonballs into the water next to you.

You grab his arm when he surfaces with a stupid grin plastered on his face. He pulls away easily from you, water making his arms slick, and you grab his shoulders instead. "I thought we were supposed to be quiet!!"

He submerges himself completely under the water and swims away, the water lapping at the edges of the pool from his movements. "But quiet is no fun."

You glare at him and he purses his lips, rolling his eyes at you this time. "Fine. No more cannonballs. But-" Yeonjun swims closer to you, then wraps his arms around your waist, trapping you against his chest. "You have to promise to lighten up. It's supposed to be fun!"

You rest your head against his chest and close your eyes, exhaling softly. He's warm and you can hear his heartbeat, the sound making a small smile tilt the corners of your lips. "Can we just stay like this though? This is comfy..."

You're whining a little, which is NOT usually your look, but Yeonjun rests his cheek on the top of your head so... You guess it works. "Just for a little bit, since it's late and we should be sleeping, but then you have to swim!! What's the point of doing this in the first place if you're not going to swim?"

"Let me remind you, this was your idea," you mumble, only half listening to him.

"Yes, and it's a great one."

You scoff lightly and press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Sure."

The both of you are quiet for a moment, the only sound the pool pump draining more water into the pool, and the grates on the edge of the pool taking the old water out.

Yeonjun lowers his lips to your ear and for a second, your breath catches like it did whenever he got this close when you just had a crush on him. He can 100% feel the way your heart races at the proximity, and the idea makes your cheeks grow hot, but you wait for his words.

"You look really pretty in this lighting..."

Your face gets even warmer before you realize something that makes you sputter out a laugh, water getting in your mouth and making you choke momentarily. Yeonjun looks so confused and you wave him away while you recover. "In the dark, Jjunie?? You think I look pretty when you can't see me???"

His eyes widen and his cheeks go pink in the almost pitch-black night. "N-no, I meant, I can see you just fine, the sky, and the- I..."

The flustered look on his face is worth everything, and you leave a reassuring kiss on his shoulder. "It's alright, I'm just messing with you..."

You're quiet again, eyes focused on him for a moment before you kiss him gently, hands on either side of his face.

You can feel Yeonjun's heartbeat speed up when he kisses you back, lips chasing yours when you break the kiss. His hands find your thighs and you let out a slight yelp when he tugs you farther onto his lap. You recover quickly, a slow smirk finding its way across your features when your hips roll down against his.

Yeonjun's eyes go wide again and his jaw goes slack. "Yn..."

His tone is more breathless than warning. You can't help your amused expression, instead trying to cover it by leaving a small line of hickeys up the side of his neck.

Your name falling from Yeonjun's lips again makes you look up, and you're met with Yeonjun looking down at you with more than a little lust in his eyes. That surprises you, but when he shakes his head to stop you from continuing, you smile. That's a little more in character for this situation.

"But Jjunie..." You pull your lips in a pout, thumb brushing over the corner of his lips. "Weren't you the one who said no one would see us~?"

"W-well, yes, but swimming in the pool is one thing, this is another..."

You silence him with another kiss, prepared to take the lead this time, but Yeonjun's grip tightens on your hips. Wordlessly, he slips one hand between your legs, lips practically battering yours. He tugs your bathing suit to the side, fingers finding your slick clit under the water and making one smooth circle.

You're incapable of anything other than stuttering when his pace picks up, a small whimper slipping from your trapped lips.

Yeonjun tsks, free hand moving to tilt your chin up. "Thought you said we had to be quiet... Can't have them finding us, now can we? It'd be so humiliating for you for them to see how fucked out my pretty baby gets on my cock..~"

The tone of his voice catches you off guard first, and by the time you comprehend his words, your mind is unable to think anything clearly. You can only tug at the waistband of his swim trunks, a small noise of amusement coming from his throat.

"Even more humiliating when she's whining at just my fingers..." He raises his eyebrows, moving you off of his lap and hooking his thumbs under his swim trunks. He makes a show of tugging them lower on his hips and tugging loosely at his cock once. Yeonjun pulls you into his lap once more with a grin, red tip of his dick pressing against your leaking entrance.

He doesn't make a further move, instead busying himself with running his pointer finger over your clothed nipple once, twice, and again. Your back arches into his touch, inadvertently taking him further into you, and Yeonjun lets a shadow of a disappointed emotion flicker across his face before one of pity takes its spot. "Baby's so greedy... when did you get so selfish? Let Jjunie take his time, hm?"

You bite your lip briefly before nodding, letting him lick and pinch at your nipples while your head rocks back at the pleasure.

Minutes go by and he makes no sign of wanting to stop anytime soon, enjoying your whines and moans and how tears of frustration well up in your eyes at the teasing. Your hands claw at his hair, whimpering out a small, "Jjun, please, need more..."

He smirks lightly, letting his hips fit just a half-inch closer to yours. "Better~?"

You cling to him, face in his neck, breathing ragged. "N-no, please, please, 've let you have fun, need..."

Yeonjun lets out a huff of impatience before suddenly pinning your hips to his pelvis, his pace slowed by the water, but still brutal enough that your nails dig into his back from the sudden stimulation. A choked sob wrenches itself from its place in your throat when he does, the tears that had previously built up in your lash line finally spilling down your cheeks.

Your rapacious walls are eager for everything you can get, tightening around him the second he's fully inside you, and Yeonjun hisses through his teeth. Obviously, he expected you to be tight once he finally had his way with you, but not like this, nothing like this. Gummy walls clamping down around him so tight he can't breathe, nails scratching red down his back, he's sure they'll be visible to the members tomorrow, but right now, he couldn't care less.

"So fuckin' good for me, taking me so well, fuck baby..." His face is in the crook of your neck, shaky exhales heating your skin.

The water sloshing around you splashes you in the face briefly and you spit it out, a whimper leaving your swollen lips when his speed never ceases. "Jjunie, Jjunie, gon' cum, please please please..."

Usually, Yeonjun'd mess with you a bit more, but he can't resist seeing you like this. Hair dripping with chlorinated water, face blotchy and streaked with tears... he can't help giving in. "Go ahead, baby, your Jjunie's right there with you, alright?"

You nod quickly, swallowing another watery moan when your walls convulse around him, your whole body shaking in absolution. Yeonjun lets himself get lost in the feeling of you around him for just a moment, bottom lip caught between his teeth, hips stuttering and bucking into yours before he paints your insides.

You hold onto each other for a few moments before collapsing into giggles, Yeonjun holding onto your hand to help you out of the pool.

Your combined elated mumbles as you walk back into the hotel, dripping with more than just the water, include, "so much for being quiet..." "says YOU, you were the loud one, you get such a mess so fast 🙄" "..." "..." "I hope they clean the pool before tomorrow morning... soobin said he wants to swim..."

[mountainsandmayhem]

hey hun!! for your 500 followers celebration could you do 📝, of a scenario in which joel comes home to find you all cramped up and in pain since you began your period and he decides to be the comforting little man and cuddles you to death??

(no pressure!! 🥰🤗)

-vii💗💗

Joel: Period Master

18+, but mostly fluff

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

AN: Thank you sweet Viv for this ask. This is based in the Little Dove universe, but Sarah and Ellie are teenagers and living at home. 💋 also, I 100% did not edit or proof read this. Sorry!

Joel has had a long ass day. A joke of a day really. First the concrete was late, then someone broke the powered wheelbarrow so they were moving gravel by hand. Then it started raining and they scrambled to cover everything, the job site soon became a muddy mess. He’s desperately looking forward to a hot shower and a glass of whiskey.

He pulls into the garage to see your vehicle already parked, which is strange since you had plans with a friend for after work drinks.

He trudges from the truck to the back door, mud still breaking off his work boots along the shiny concrete floor of the garage. He toes them off before heading into the back entry. Your heels are tossed on the floor, work bag and jacket haphazardly placed on the bench.

“Babe?” He calls from the back door, walking around to the family room to find his two daughters curled up on the couches.

“Hi girls. Where’s your mom?”

They both shoot daggers from their eyes, Ellie clutching the blanket tighter around herself and Sarah flipping the ice pack that’s draped across the back of her neck.

Shit, already that time.

The joys of living with all women….they’ve synced up. His usually sweet teenagers daughters turn extra moody, but Joel is the supporter of this family in every way, so he is always prepared for this time each month. Sarah, usually the sweet tooth, needs salt and chocolate milk. Ellie, usually the salty one, needs Diet Coke and green gummy frogs. All things Joel keeps tucked up in a cupboard, or in the back of the beer fridge in the garage.

He sneaks quietly back into the living room, putting the emergency supplies for the girls down on the coffee table as they watch Dirty Dancing.

Ellie looks up at him with sad eyes, tears welling in the corners. “Thanks, dad.”

He crouches down beside her and rubs her lower back through the big fuzzy blanket she’s cocooned in. “You’re welcome, kiddo. Do you need anything else?”

Sarah’s head pops up from her couch, “Mom’s not doing well. You should go be with her.”

He kisses both his daughters on the foreheads, taking a big breath before walking down the hall to your bedroom. Nothing in this world breaks his heart more than seeing you in pain. He knows some months can be worse than others, he knows about the bloating and the large clots you deal with. He knows that you can be insatiably hungry one minute and throwing up the next. He knows that your cramps can have you on the floor in the matter of seconds most of the time.

He opens the door as quietly as possible, finding you curled in a tight ball under the down filled duvet, just your hair peaking out the top. The room is stifling hot, the air almost thick, it feels like being in Phoenix in July as he pads over to the bed.

“Baby?” He whispers, carefully climbing up beside you, trying not to disturb you. A lesson he learned a few years ago when you had finally gotten comfortable, only to be brought to big crocodile tears when he moved a pillow that was tucked against your back.

A sad groaning whine leaves your throat as his large palm dips under the blanket to cup your forehead. “Sweetie, you’re burning up.”

“I’m freezing,” you whine, pulling the big blanket tighter around you.

“Ok, baby girl. I’m here now,” he says, standing and stripping down to his boxers briefs. You peek your eyes over the blanket, watching the way his strong body flexes and relaxes, the muscles ripping as he moves. The summer sun has tanned his arms a beautiful golden brown.

He wanders around to lay behind you. “Let me in, honey.”

You let go of the blanket so he can slip under, his warmth immediately sinking into you, heating your sore and achy body all the way to the bone. “You’re practically naked under here, Little Dove.”

You sink back into his heat. “Don’t look, I’m wearing the worst granny panties and one of those super pads.”

His hands trail around your slides, a large palm resting on the very bottom of your belly where the cramps are, hand sliding under the band of your incredibly unattractive panties. “You’re sexy to me no matter what you wear.”

Joel begins kneading the muscles of your lower abdomen, simulating the contracting of your uterus and the pain begins to ease. You moan and relax more into your perfect man.

“That feel good?” He says in a deep, gravel filled whisper.

“Mm-hmmm,” you hum, closing your eyes and finally feeling relief from the debilitating cramps.

Joel pulls you in tighter and kisses your shoulder. “I’m sorry you’re suffering, baby. I’m going to take care of you. Anything you need, I’ll do it or get it.”

“DAAAAAAD!!” Sarah and Ellie call in unison from the couch. “PIZZAAAA!!!”

You snort a little laugh. Poor Joel, having to deal with all these uterus’s.

“Pizza party?” You ask.

“Anything for my girls.” He hums, stubble grazing the shell of your ear.

“Anything?” You say mischievously.

“You’re not painting my toe nails again”

“Damn. I have this new hot pink that I think would really suit you,” you tease.

Joel’s quiet for a moment, still kneading the muscles absentmindedly, but with incredible care and precision. “I’ll lend you my favourite sweats and t shirt if you stay away from my toes.”

“Deal,” you say with a wince.

“What’s wrong?” Joel says, pulling you onto your back so he can look you over. Concern etching his eyebrows.

You reach up and rub the creases spot with your thumb, his eyes meeting yours. “Butt hole cramp,” you say flatly.

Joel smirks down at you, at this angle your swollen, heavy breasts are on display for him. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“You’re a menace, Joel Miller. And our daughters will riot if we don’t get them pizza soon.”

Joel lends you his clothes and helps you get dressed before sliding on his jeans and t shirt. He kisses your forehead and helps you to the lazy boy chair, brining your king sized duvet with him to wrap you up.

“I’ll be back with pizza,” he says to the group.

As soon as he’s out of ear shot Ellie pipes up, “do you think if we play this up we can get him to let us paint his toe nails again?”

[pinkaditty]

Perv!Asmodeus Thoughts (Obey Me: SWD)

hihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii this was totally 100% self indulgent it's just me thinking about Asmodeus if he was just a little more unhinged

summary: you're so innocent. he's quite the opposite.

a/n: can't really 100% say that this was inspired by anything ive just been thinking about Asmodeus and wanted to give him a little appreciation. admittedly perverted characters just... do it for me. my guilty pleasure lol <3 anyways anyways!!! answering more asks by the weekend or tmrw it depends on how much free time I have!!!! and am almost done with pervert pt 3!!!!! woo!!

cw: perverted behavior, creepy behavior, no penetration/sex but sexual acts mentioned, masturbation, non-con (no r*pe or anything just really weird scenarios in which one party is oblivious), cum eating, and other weird things that i don't really know how to tag, not proofread.

MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL!!!! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY!

You're so innocent. And god, it drives him crazy. Your eyes make the most perfect alluring expressions, your lips curve into the most perfect smiles, and your body shaped so wonderfully… he can't help it if he feels a little wanting.

At first, he attempts to stifle it… keep it under wraps as much as he can. Sure, his eyes wander, but as soon as he starts imagining what you may look like under those clothes, he quickly tears his eyes away and censors his thoughts as much as he possibly can. Unusual for the Avatar of Lust, but he knows once he starts, he will not stop.

Saliva collects in his mouth so much he has to gulp it down as he watches you eat, teeth tearing and tongue licking and lips slurping. It makes him wonder, would you treat his flesh the same? Biting, licking, and slurping, leaving marks in your wake, swallowing down whatever juices spring forth from him before he is wrung dry? He often finds himself palming himself at the dinner table, completely enamored by your idle consumption of food, leaving his plate to grow cold from neglect. Even watching you walk is pure torture. He watches as the fabric hugs and rubs against your thighs, your ass, your torso, and your waist especially… He imagines how easy it would be to tear it apart, to simply lose control and throw the useless fabrics to the side, caring much more about the skin underneath. Sitting behind you in class proves to be a challenge, much more so when you're wearing that perfume he recommended. He bites his thumbnail until it bleeds, gripping his uniform pants, trying his hardest to resist the alluring scent of your perfume. The perfume is fine on its own, but mixed with your natural scent, it tears him apart.

As far as you are concerned, Asmodeus is a close friend, one you can come to in any scenario. He's proven himself worthy of your trust in your eyes, so you find it fit to spend time with him. Little do you know that while you suspect Mammon is going through your trash to sell things, it's actually Asmodeus, stealing this morning’s finished coffee to lick off the remnants of your saliva on the rim of the cup. While you suspect Belphegor of stealing your pillows, it's actually Asmodeus, humping into them at night, creaming to the thought of you sleeping on the same pillows he's used for personal pleasures. While you suspect Satan of nicking away your magazines, it's actually Asmodeus, taking note of which pages you licked your fingers to turn, carefully licking those edges. While you suspect Beelzebub of stealing some of your open snacks, it's actually Asmodeus, jerking off pointed directly at them, leaving his essence there for you to enjoy but be oblivious to. While you suspect Lucifer of taking your pens on occasion, it's actually Asmodeus, writing on his body how much he craves you, and then using that pen to pleasure himself, leaving his scent all over it. While you suspect Leviathan of stealing your underwear, it's actually Asmodeus, burying his face in them at night, wearing them, jerking off inside of them, all until he sees fit to return them to the wash. He just can't stop. He especially loves it when you visit his room with your guard down, having no idea how much of him you've consumed, touched, and felt just from doing your daily activities.

He's on cloud nine with how deeply you trust him, enough to feed you various snacks during your weekly spa session. He watches as you lick the icing off a pastry, oblivious to how most of it is his cum, simply enjoying the sweet-salty contrast. He is impressed with how much you'll let his hands wander as he gets a general feel of your body while you're in a robe. He's choosing the cutest outfit he can think of, but first, he needs to get a feel for your body to know what looks good on you, which is a total lie. He's letting his fingers drift awful close to your chest, dragging his fingers as they gently graze over your waistband, and pausing for an unusually long time when his fingers reach your ass. He's hard as a rock, but who can tell?

When you leave, having used his body products - to the point where you smell like him - and having consumed various amounts of his bodily fluids, he dreams of you laying on a pillow that he used to masturbate, eating snacks that he's creamed all over, using pens to doodle that are covered in his essence, reading magazines that he's licked every corner of, and having no idea about it at all.

You're just so innocent. And god, it drives him crazy.

a/n: this is short but regardless I enjoyed writing it. if I have any more insane thoughts about perverted characters ill post more.

reminder that i love likes, comments, reblogs, and asks!! tell me how much you liked it or ask for more! I'd love to hear your thoughts! <3

[eggluverz]

halloween with the hsr boys

pairing: dan heng; jing yuan; blade x reader

sof's note: guess who is in a halloweeny mood :> meee! and i'm sure a lot of y'all are as well so let's bask in these autumn vibes together LOL special shoutout to the anon who suggested dan heng would watch like 15 vids before he carves a pumpkin fhsjkghdf that is so accurate <3 pls enjoy and happy fall!!

dan heng

not big on the spooky parts of halloween, but he loves getting in the halloween/autumn spirit by watching twitches and halloween town with you

you host a pumpkin carving contest on halloween eve between the two of you and dan heng 100% takes it seriously

days of prep before the big night, hours of youtube videos in his history… he even reads up on the origins of pumpkin carving—just to be fully immersed and prepared

when the time comes, dan heng has his tools lined up in the most efficient order as he readies himself to make his design

he, of course, wanted to carve a tree with maple leaves falling in the night sky

you stare at his template with wide eyes, quickly scrapping your happy face idea to think of something more creative…

noticing this, dan heng chuckles in amusement. “you don’t have to change your design to match mine”

you shake your head. “and risk losing the competition? no way”

“then may the best carver win”

when the two of you are done, you take a photo and send to your friends to vote

it was a close call, but dan heng ends up winning by two votes

“maybe i should’ve joined your pumpkin carving research…” you pout, staring between your finished product and his

“there’s always next year,” dan heng soothes, giving you a hug. “besides, you’re always the winner in my eyes.”

jing yuan

he would make all the pies for you

pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie, sweet potato pie, apple crumble pie…you name it 

he doesn’t even know how to make pie he just googled a bunch of recipes and winged it

you think something tastes off but you try to encourage him anyway 

of course, jing yuan sees right through it

“it‘s not that i don’t like your baking, i really do, but i may have some suggestions for the future…”

“there is no need to sugarcoat your distaste, y/n,” he says with a laugh. “we can redo them together.”

the pies turn out even better the next time

the two of you end up picking up pie making as your fall-time hobby this year and bake pie for all your friends

he tries to make a mimi-safe pie as well

mimi hates it (pumpkin spice is not good on the lion’s tongue) 

but you think the effort is cute :> 

he ends halloween night off by sharing a yummy slice of apple crumble pie with whipped cream on top with you

“so sweet!” you state happily as he feeds you the first bite. 

jing yuan leans forward and smiles. “not as sweet as you” 

blade

goes all in for halloween

is dead instead most of the year, comes to life for the halloween spirit

he likes to decorate the house with you, even making a mini “haunted maze” in the driveway for the trick-or-treaters

accidentally makes a kid cry in it…

really, he just went in the maze to do a quick maintenance check, but he looked so menacing in his costume that a kid saw him and started crying 

blade is too confused about what happened to feel bad 

you give the kid extra candy and apologize to their parents while stifling a laugh at blade’s blank expression

“i didn’t even say ‘boo’,” he murmurs curiously.

you just pat him on the head and give him a kiss on the cheek

after the trick-or-treat shenanigans, you and blade relax and unwind on the comfort of your couch

his definition of unwinding on halloween is watching old horror movies

[or, if you cannot handle horror like me: he watches the barbie movies with you to help you take your mind off the halloween scares and go to sleep :3]

you cuddle him as you doze off while eating leftover halloween candy 

blade carries you to bed and tucks you in for the night bc you deserve a good night’s rest <3

[lincolndjarin]

this is a request!! i would loveeee to see desperate din and him begging. he’s always in the suit and never really around people so it would make so much sense for him to be touch starved and needy. like he meets reader for the first time and all his needs and feelings he ignored for years come to the front and he’s just down bad 😩

a/n : sorry this took forever to get around!! i haven't written drabbles before so i hope this is okay <3 thank you for the request !! (i read online that some people get annoyed when drabbles are over 100 words if that is true feel free to tell me to knock it off LMAO cause some people say its just a short fic so idk i'm lost and know nothing.)

anyways, i changed a little bit of your request to keep it short, hope that's okay!!

pairing : din djarin x afab!reader

word count : 0.6k

warning : 18+ mdni, smut, no plot this is just porn, sorta sub!din, begging, din's lowkey a boob man in this, nipple stuff idk the proper tag here sorry, praise, premature ejaculation lowkey (din gets a little over excited), handjobs

It was surprisingly easy to convince him to take the armor off. Almost like he was waiting for you to ask, from there he was putty in your hands, crawling into the sleeping cubby, panting before you've even touched him.

It's too dark to see him but you can feel how different this is from the quickies in the cockpit or the stress induced sex against the side of the ship from a mission gone wrong. His kisses are hot and feverish against you skin as he latches onto your nipple with a whimper. You've never felt his mouth on your flesh and suddenly it's your greatest regret. Denying yourself such a thing. Attentive is an understatement, his tongue lapping at the meat of your chest, wanting feel the weight of it in his mouth.

"Maker, Mando, slow down..." You laugh breathlessly, nothing could have prepared you for the whimper against your breast. You feel the line of spit as he pulls away briefly.

"Please?" His voice has never sounded like this, an unfamiliar breathy whine is stifled as his lips wrap themselves back around your nipple, lewd wet sounds filling the tiny space. His cock rests fully erect between your thighs, the warmth coming off of him is suffocating as he groans against your breasts, burying his head between them.

You feel the vibration on his lips as he moans against you.

"M-More, more, please." He drags his mouth from your chest to your throat, settling there now, it's like he's trying to find your pulse with his tongue.

After that it's like the words are being pulled out of you, you aren't sure where they come from, you've never talked like this before.

"More what, sweet boy?"

His hips snap forward seeming involuntarily, you can feel him starting to grind against your thigh, desperate for whatever he can get.

"More you." He mumbles, high pitched and demanding.

You let your hands touch everything.

The parts of him no ones seen, let alone touched, in decades.

It's like every single inch of his skin is sensitive. You scrape your nails down his back and sound you draw from him is downright pornographic.

He gives up on any attempt to keep his mouth on you, he's too busy writhing and begging when your hands travel southing, running your fingers through the dark thatch of curls that starts on the bottom of his stomach.

"Touch me- please touch me. I'll be good, I promise to be good just touch me." He's positively breathless by the time you wrap your hand around his stiff and aching cock.

You watched him kill three people today, with zero hesitation. The most ruthless killer you've ever known. And right now he's humping your leg and biting your shoulder to muffle the obscene sounds he's making.

You let one hand travel back up, pinching his nipples, trying to draw more of those delicious noises from him.

With that he's trembling. There's no more words as you start to stroke his length, alternating between his nipples with pinches and soothing rubs of your thumb over the pebbled buds.

You don't even have to move your other hand, you simply hold it still as he fucks it, his head resting beside yours, the only sounds you can hear are his gasps for air and soft airy moans.

It takes a minute at most.

It's the fastest he's ever finished with you.

Normally he finishes with a low groan but now the only sound filling the cubby is a drawn out, shaky whine.

You feel his release against your palm. Hot and sticky as he rides it out, rutting against you until he's finally satisfied, murmuring a slurred "Thank you, thank you, thank you." against your skin.

You turn your head to press a kiss into his temple.

"Good boy."

[uchihabbynic]

Trafalgar Law - Relationship, Intimacy & Sex HC

warnings: NSFW at the end and I definitely got super carried away 😮‍💨 🥵

a/n: I am so obsessed with this man, i just kinda spiraled here so I need others to indulge in this with me 🥺💗 Also, I’d love to hear others’ HC’s of this pretty, grumpy boyyy!

For Law to entertain a romantic relationship to begin with, you’d most likely need to start as childhood friends, crew mates or an ally (being a part of the Strawhats Crew for example). 

He’d appreciate the full package of beauty, brains and strength (beauty being less important but if you happen to be gorgeous AND can hold your own in a fight or have an intellectual conversation with him - you have his heart) 💗

Being in an intimate relationship with Law would mean you’d definitely need to work for it. The first aspect being that you gain his trust because being close/intimate with anyone is terrifying and quite frankly, Law’s scared to get attached to someone. (Poor baby has been through so much loss and trauma that he would need an insane amount of therapy to even begin to unpack all of it). 

Next, you’d prove to him that you’re loyal and supportive till the end. Naturally, he’s going to be apprehensive about being in a relationship and wants to ensure you’re there for the long-haul. He’s not used to all these feelings and romance shit so reassurance will be necessary - especially in the beginning stages.

If Law has a crush on you, don’t think for a second that he’ll speak up about it. He’ll take that shit to his grave UNLESS you’re both put in a life or death situation where he worries that he may never see you again, otherwise - expect to be forward and direct with your feelings for Law if you want things to go anywhere. 

However, beware - because Law would 100% pull the “I’m not ready for a relationship” card & this could be for a number of reasons: #1 being obvious - he’s a well known, highly sought after Pirate who lives a dangerous day to day life and he doesn't know when one day could be his last but #2 there would be some anxiety around just simply being a good partner to you. He knows his trauma has hardened his heart a bit, causing him to come off as a bit cold and closed off but at the end of the day, Law wants to be everything you need him to be. He wants to give you the best but would feel unsure if he’s deserving of you.

Overall, Law would be a great partner to have once you’ve broken down those walls because he’s super level headed, intelligent, cares deeply for his loved ones and will always make you feel protected! Plus, he’s hot as hell - so there’s also that. 

(NSFW)

First of all, you’ll never catch Law fucking a random no matter how much he may wanna get his dick wet. Naturally, he’s not the most horny of the One Piece men, but if the urge hits him, he’ll find some alone time late at night on the Polar Tang to quickly jerk one off before attempting to get some sleep. Basically, committed relationships are the only time he’ll let himself be vulnerable in that way with anyone else. 

 If you’re fortunate enough to be his lover, you will thoroughly enjoy the sex as Law will take such great care of you & leave you wonderfully surprised. Sometimes, you can expect fast, rough fucking where Law overstimulates & abuses your pussy but he’s also someone who enjoys slow, passionate sex as well. In fact, he actually prefers to slow things down as it's like the ultimate, most intimate form of bonding with his partner. 

After a long night in the office, he seeks you out to relieve some built up tension. Law feels like he’s floating on a cloud when he gets to bury himself inside of your glistening folds. You watch his beautiful face contort - slowly crumbling above you, trying to stifle his moans as he bottoms out, savoring how good you feel squeezing around his length. 

Law isn't the kinkiest at first. He’ll start out pretty vanilla until you let him know its ok to spice things up. Medical role play, dumbification (he has a slight superiority complex), and choking (he loves to see his tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat) are all things that would turn the “Surgeon of Death” on.

Doesn’t mind quickies but doesn't really prefer it. He likes to take his time making a mess of you on his cock or fingers. 

Law loves when you ride him - either tracing your fingers over the ink on his chest and or interlocking your fingers with his. Regardless, the Doctor is in for a treat. He’ll enjoy watching your tits bounce in his face, hearing your ass slap against his thighs and even the lewdness of your pussy squelching as you bounce on his cock. As Law looks down and sees the juices of your arousal coat his shaft, at this point - he’s close; whimpering and begging for you to milk him dry. This rewards him with the best combo of visual + physical stimulation so you’ll have him cumming loads in no time. 

Tags: @unsuretater-simp , @hoeronoa-zoro​ ✨❤️

[127luvr]

hello i am back to request sumn again 🙏🙏 could i get a jisung (nct) x male reader. where jisung and reader are just hanging out which devolves into having an arm wrestle. they joke around a bit and the reader is like “if you win. you get a kiss from me.” and the reader ends up winning instead. and the reader is like “ig i get a kiss from you then” but is jk about it but also sort of serious internally. while jisung is a 100% serious and is like “yeah i can do that.” or sumn. yeah sumn more silly this time‼️‼️ the rest is up you!!!

Tangerine Love

Park Jisung x Male Reader

You always thought Jisung looked his best in the middle of the night. In a small shirt that landed just above his waist and hugged his biceps just right—adorning oversized sweatpants that hung just low enough that you caught sight of the waistband on his blue Calvin Klein boxers. He is biting the straw from his drink—scrunching his nose as he swerves his arms with the controller in his hand. You bit your lip, watching as his long fingers engulfed the small buttons.

“You totally rigged this game, (Y/n/n), it’s not fair.” You look up towards his face, picking at the skin on your bottom lip as his form a pout. You can’t help but watch as he stretches, hypnotized by how even his relaxed muscles seem to bulge out of his shirt. “Let’s play something else—”

“Let’s arm wrestle.” The quick response catches him off guard. It wasn’t anything the two of you haven’t done. Most of your hangouts alone concluded in fake wrestling matches that rolled into the middle of the night—where the two of you were too tired to decide who won and who lost. This time, Jisung was stunned, full lips parted as he visibly hesitated. “If you win you get to choose whatever you want.”

A minute passing feels like an eternity in the room. The video game music lonely as it makes the only noise that rings in your ears. Jisung’s face is stuck between confusion and being deep in thought as he considers what he could want from you.

“I want all the money in your bank account.” He manages to grab your arm as you shove him into the brown carpet. Faces inches apart as he descends into more laughter. You stay like this for a little, letting (h/c) hair cover your eyes just enough so he couldn’t see how dilated your pupils got the more you stared at him. “Okay seriously I wan—”

“If you win, you’ll get a kiss from me.” Jisung chokes on his tongue, followed by a long coughing fit as he manages to sit himself up. He’s resting back on his elbows as he avoids your gaze—wondering how you could be so casual when you threw in a request like that. Not that he wouldn’t want to.

The joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore as you internally freak out, silently wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Before you could think of suggesting something else, Jisung’s head is nodding up and down—brown hair bouncing around his ears as he agrees. It’s how you found yourself in this predicament, elbow firm on Jisung’s old wooden stool that he kept in his closet. The worn down legs making it wobble when either one of you pressed down too hard. You could tell the mood is different, despite the desperate attempts of trying to lighten it up from both of you. This game was a matter of life or death. It had potential to end your friendship—or turn it into something more.

You catch Jisung’s eyes, a smirk forming on the right side of his mouth as he stares at your small frame. “What? Scared (Y/n)? You know I’ll win.”

“It’s cute that you think you can hurt me, Jisung Park.” And the mood is restored.

Jisung stifled a laugh, wrapping his fingers around your hand to get a head start. You make eye contact one last time, licking your lips subconsciously as the two of you silently start going against each other. The game is touch and go, one moment you feel yourself overwhelmed with doubt and the next you feel yourself wanting to laugh. The whole situation is comical. You can’t quite figure out why Jisung would agree to such an outlandish and odd prize. You feel him stumble back a little, clammy fingers sliding down your own as he uses his other hand to ground himself. You take advantage of this, using your full body weight to bring his arm down. Without thinking you slam his hand down, letting your arms fly up in the air as you celebrate your brief victory.

“Since I won, you know, I guess I’ll have to be the one to receive the kiss from you.” Jisung is thrown again, gears shifting in his brain as he stares at the hand that betrayed him. You want this to be a joke—for your well-being—but you know it’s not. You know it’s not by the way you watch as Jisung mentally battles himself, preparing to turn you down. Or so you think.

“I can totally do that for you.” He’s serious all of a sudden, palms face down on the wooden stool as he stares at you wide eye. He pushes it to the side, scooting himself closer to you so you’re just inches apart again. “Can you close your eyes?”

For the first time in the past hour, Jisung’s mind is blank. There are no thoughts of backing down from this as he brings his lips closer to your own, breathing heavily as he moves in closer. The initial contact starts from the corner of your lip, leaving a hot sensation from where his lips landed first. It’s no surprise when he doesn’t move, more of a peck instead of the kiss he intended, showing his lack of experience. It’s more than enough to keep you hanging though—eyes fluttering open as you gazed at the floor, stunned. But Jisung isn’t done. He dives in for more—following your lips as you lead him. He brings a hand to the back of your neck, playing with the back of your hair as he deepens the kiss, full lips now parted against your own.

You bring your hands up to wander around his body too—aiming first for the drawstring that ties up his sweatpants so they stay up. Next is the back of his neck too, tugging a little at the hair that curls around the base of his neck. He lets out a small laugh, smiling into the kiss as you make your way up to the skin under his shirt. Another fit of laughter.

“You’re tickling me.” Even when the two of you break apart, the sensation of his lips lingers on your own. You can’t help but bring your hand towards your lips, speechless. “I could go for another round.”

You know he means kissing wise, but you can’t help but tease him a little as you stare down at his swollen lips and hooded eyes. “What do I get this time when I beat you again?”

[gyunivrse]

— taehyun imagine ♡

taehyun's cuteness is throwing you for a loop

• kang taehyun x gn!reader | 100% fluff | wc: 775

sometimes you wonder how anyone could ever think that kang taehyun is mean. he obviously has a calm and collected demeanor for the most part, but there's no denying how overwhelmingly cute he can be; even his maturity can't distract you from his tooth rotting sweetness. there are times when you’re genuinely caught off guard by how suddenly cute this boy will act.

at the moment, his head is resting on your lap and facing toward the tv, eyes trained on the newest spiderman movie. you find yourself unable to pry your gaze away from him, biting your lip to contain the smile of adoration that threatens to appear on your lips.

maybe it's his big, pretty eyes that have you so caught up, making a deadly pair with the little laughs that he lets out whenever something humorous happens during the movie. 

occasionally, he nudges himself further into your lap, attempting to get as close to you as possible. his clinginess, of course, only adds to your fondness.

you kind of give up on trying to find the cause of your feelings of endearment, shaking your head softly and reaching a hand down to rake your fingers through his soft hair. he leans his head into your touch, and you can see the way the corner of his lip turns upward in a pleased, lopsided smile.

the quiet aura between the two of you is comfortable as you continue to play with his hair, listening when he randomly breaks the silence with the soft humming of his current favorite song. at this point, his lovable behavior is enough to make your heart burst; you wouldn’t dare to say anything though, by the means of maintaining the peaceful environment.

out of nowhere, taehyun shivers, a little sound of surprise escaping him, “ah, it’s cold,” he brings the sleeves of his sweater over the palms of his hands, trying to warm himself up. his knees come in toward his chest to conserve his own body heat.

you’re barely given a chance to solve his issue, because he decides he’s officially had enough, pulling himself up from the couch to tiptoe his way across the cold hardwood floor. he makes his way to the closet, opening the door and tipping his head upward to pick the fuzziest blanket that he can possibly find. 

when he discovers a throw that fits his liking, he snatches it from its home inside the closet, and drapes it over his shoulders. now he’s stepping back over to your spot on the couch, arms wide open as if he’s waiting for something; he almost looks like bat, making you stifle a laugh. 

when he doesn’t move from his standing position, mouth agape with a toothy smile, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. it isn’t until he spreads his arms further in emphasis that you realize what he wants from you. 

you can’t help but to let out a chuckle this time, looking at him with adoration, “you’re so damn cute, tyun,” you open your arms for him, watching as he slips into your embrace quickly to hide his reaction to your words. you can still hear a tiny, shy laugh coming from him if you listen hard enough, though. 

he wraps his arms around you tightly to make sure you have a sufficient amount of blanket to cover you, clinging to your side with his legs wrapped around your middle like a koala. this prompts you to make a mental note that he’s in a needy mood, not that it even comes close to bothering you; in fact, you thrive when he has moments like these.

you turn your head to catch a glimpse of his eye-smile, wrapping one arm around his waist to pull him closer to you. he rests his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling it around to find its most comfortable positioning. you place a kiss onto his forehead, “warm now?”

“mhm,” he nods against you, squeezing you as his own way of saying thanks for the cuddles that you’ve gifted him. the lovely tone in his voice has you ready to melt, and you’re really starting to question how much more you can take.

you laugh again, “what am i gonna do with you? hm?” you ask teasingly, pulling back slightly to try and get another look at the delighted expression on his face.

he furrows his eyebrows slightly when you pull away, inching himself closer to you in an attempt to close the space that’s been made, “don’t tell me,” he grabs your hand, and softly takes it into his own, “i want it to be a surprise.”

[sagau-my-beloved]

Can we get more of venti coming to our world

I'm invested 😻‼️

Headcanons about sagau Venti with reader in the real world:

Absolutely! I'll go ahead and post those headcanons I said I was going to do under here, but I'll probably be posting another actual continuation of the work soon, hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: general Sagau, minor codependency, mentions of alcohol consumption, that's about it folks

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• You are now the owner of a very high maintenance but devoted God

• Congratulations

• He can do tricks, so that might make up for some of it

• The first month or two you completely confined him to the house

• If he's going to go out there and make an idiot of himself, he might as well not seem like he's from another planet while doing so

• Wants to know about everything, really an unsatable amount of curiosity

• "But how exactly can television content be turned into 'waves' and travel through the air in particles? How do they know what to reform as??"

• After answering about a thousand questions, you finally just get him his own phone so he can look them up himself while you're not there

• Big mistake

• You now can't get peace no matter where you go

• He's the type to call and text you over every little tiny thing

• "My lovveee, I saw a bird today :D!" *sends attachment*

• "Uhh, are you sure that's not a leaf?"

• "..."

• "My lovveeee, I saw a leaf that looked like a bird today :D!"

• At the end of the day, you're going to have about 100 messages and over 50 calls

• Also constantly steals your phone to take pictures of himself and change what you have him set as in your contacts

• "Ok why did you change your contact name 'most beloved and devoted follower'?"

• "... Am I not your most beloved and devoted follower?"

• You're going to have to take him to a few clothes stores too, he gets weird enough looks just on his behavior alone, no need to add to that

• Keeps the signature green color though, and he could never part with the braids

• Since you wouldn't let him go outside, he decides to take an interest in plant keeping

• Says that it's stifling to be surrounded by no life all the time, kinda uses that line to guilt you into staying home with him more too

• You're going to have to reel him back a bit though, otherwise your entire house is going to be covered in greenery

• "Just one more? Look how sad it looks here."

• He always gives you that heartbreakingly sad face and you really just can't deny him, as much as it's putting a dent in your wallet

• Speaking of money, that's another thing he's particularly curious about

• He's only ever had Mora, so he likes learning about the history of your type of money and how it didn't come from a God

• Was also very confused about the lack of Gods and supernatural things

• Teach him about organized religious, do it, I dare you

• If he thought it was weird still having a decent following after not appearing for a couple hundred years, boy oh boy, watch him as he tries to grapple with Christianity

• He tries very hard to help out during the day when you're not home

• All the modern appliances are kind of confusing at first, you certainly have come home to a mess a few times before

• But after a few weekends that you spend dedicated to teaching him how to use the things around your house, he gets the hang of it

• Likes to spend his time cooking and cleaning and making things

• You once joked about how it felt like the nineteen fifties when you walked in and he excitedly greeted you, rambling on about the various things he did all day which included making dinner and  trying his hand at various fiber arts

• He didn't get the joke

• I honestly think he would be pretty good at crocheting or knitting if he could develop the patience for it

• He does feel like this mundane housekeeping stuff is the least he can do for you though, not having a lot of modern day money making talents

• He snuck into a bar once to try playing for money (and get a few drinks) as he usually did, got kicked out almost immediately

• Still indulges though, you're going to have to drop a couple hundred on wine each month

• Almost cried when he learned that dandelion wine wasn't really a thing here

• You did take him to an alcohol store and let him pick out what he wanted after that incident, then practically forced him out of the building while you paid, otherwise he would have definitely be carded and you both would have had to leave with nothing

• Clings to you the rest of the day after that, going on and on about how much he loves and appreciates you, and that gets more intense the more he drinks

• One of the earlier problems was where he would be sleeping

• He spent the first week on the couch, allowing you to have your space

• For the next three weeks he acted as though he was going to sleep on the couch, and then crawled into your bed when you fell asleep

• You eventually just gave in and let him sleep there, he was much happier to be openly affectionate when he knew you weren't going to kick him out immediately (you still had your limits)

• Always wakes up first, the only caveat to that was when he drank heavily the night before

• So I guess he only woke up first about 50℅ of the time

• But insist heavily on making you something in the mornings, coffee, tea, breakfast if you'd let him

• "Oh good morning my love! Would you like something to eat? I made it just for you~"

• There are times where you can't sit down with him to eat, having to be somewhere early

• He always plays it off, but is super upset after you leave

• The food just doesn't taste nearly as good without you there

• Oh, and good luck if you have a cat

• He doesn't tell you that he has an allergy for the first couple of days, just internally dealing with the discomfort of it

• He has already resigned himself to the fact that this is going to be his fate from now on, he's come to terms with it

• You do catch on, ask him why he didn't tell you sooner that he was allergic, then offer to buy him some over the counter medication for it

• "That's possible!?"

• Small existential crisis, it's fine, don't worry about it, this happens a lot

• Eventually you do finally have to let him out, it's in his nature to wonder

• And honestly, he's kind of horrified over the current state of your world

• The political climate, the ecological climate, all of it

• It reinforces his believe that he's running his city correctly by not running it at all

• It also strengthens his resolve to eventually bring you back to Teyvat with him, it's so much nicer there, and it isn't nearly as hot, and the world isn't falling apart

• Looking past that though, he does really like going to different places, hikes and trails and beaches

• His powers do still work as well, there's just as much elemental energy in this world as in his, it's just no one knows how to use it here

• You do scold him every time he does something like that in public though

• Also he's absolutely guilty of pda

• Can't help himself

• Tries really hard to avoid phrases like "your grace" or "divine creator"

• But sometimes they slip out, and then people give you both weird looks, and you glare at him, and he looks at you apologetically

• He'll make it up to you later

• Is actually coming up with tons of new ways to make things up to you, because of how good you are to him

• He should really be the one providing for you, in all ways, and it frustrates him to no end

• He always feels like he's in debt in one way or another, but that's fine, that's the way it's always been

• As soon as you both get to Teyvat he's going to make up for it all, give you anything you want

• If you do ever end up getting there, he's gonna have some habits he might have a hard time breaking

• "Why is the Anemo God cooking for the creator?? Aren't there like 50 other people that can do that???"

• He'll find himself missing the convenience of your world sometimes

• Also, the sudden lack of one on one attention is going to completely eat at him

• If it's particularly bad, he's going to take you on a vacation back in your world for a few weeks

• (which translates to like two years there oh no—)

• Eventually you do have to tell him about the game, how you're not really "the creator", but just the person who guides the player, how there are hundreds of other people worldwide that know about him and all the others, play the game no different than you

• It takes a while for him to really come to terms with it

• Still justifies you being better than everyone else because you actually have an active religion surrounding you in the game, you're the one he came for

• And even if you didn't "make the game" you're still the reason why so many people in it are happy

• And he's still 100℅ convinced that you are a reincarnation of the creator

• Game or not, that universe is real to him and all that live in it, there are a lot of things that happened there that aren't shown in game, so that must mean it exists outside of the game too right?

• But he has an absolute day going through people posting about it

• You are kind of looking over his shoulder, doing your best to limit his exposure to some of the really horrible Internet stuff

• He prefers reading, creating, and singing your praises in his spare time anyway, which works out well for both of you

[warpfive]

HOW THEY KISS YOU

how the tng men kiss you

CW: kissing, suggestive, gn!reader

CAST: jean-luc picard, will riker, data, geordi la forge, worf

JEAN-LUC - like every aspect of his life, jean-luc’s kisses are careful and well-thought out. they are never random or meaningless (though, he never considers any kiss to be devoid of meaning). and being as patient as he is, your lips are never really his first target. jen-luc is constantly thinking strategically - a cheek kiss when he’s leaving early in the morning, a nose kiss when you’re cross with him, a chin kiss while laying in bed and he’s too content to move a single inch higher. and he saves those lip kisses for when you have his complete and utter attention, and he wants his actions to speak louder than his words.

WILL - the tax for getting a kiss from will is having to hear a joke that might hit or miss. 99% of the time, a kiss is preceded with some flirtatious remark or silly joke or even a genuine compliment on how drop dead gorgeous you are in that exact moment. will nearly always leads the kiss - he’s always the one who wants more, goes deeper, stays longer. he prefers to be touching you in some place other than your mouth, like an arm around your waist, your thighs over his hips, or even something as simple as his hand against your cheek. and of course, you can expect a lot of kisses from our number one.

DATA - honestly, you’ll have to teach him how to kiss with more fluidity and passion because data has 100% only been reading guides or watching demonstrations on how to properly kiss a loved one. he’s got the spirit, if that’s any consolation - he knows to run his hands over your arms and legs, and allow you chances to breathe before swooping right back in, and even use just a little tongue (though, he’s definitely not proficient in the more advanced levels of kissing). whether or not he’s very good at it, it’s still very wholesome to see him try and ask how you’re feeling and constantly try to learn new information. and let’s not forget that data is a very quick study - he’ll be surprising you before you even know it.

GEORDI - soft and gentle, like whispers on your skin, geordi really takes his time and makes sure each kiss is good and perfect. he isn’t a fan of rushed, sloppy kisses behind corners - no, geordi likes taking your face in his hands, says something corny to make you smile, and then kisses you while you’re still struggling to stifle your laugh long enough to enjoy it. though, as an engineer, geordi knows that there’s usually several different ways to come to the same conclusion - which, of course, is making you blush. so his kisses sometimes migrate down to the backs of your knuckles, or up to the junction of your neck and shoulder, maybe even behind your ear if he’s feeling extra. but his default is always your lips - they’re what he knows best.

WORF - i don’t have to tell you that Klingon kisses are far from what humans usually give one another. and to worf’s credit, he does try it your way in the beginning. teaching himself to slow down, be tender, don’t use his teeth so much even though his body screams at him to just bite down… he refrains, and it’s usually just in his most primal moments that he gets really rough. some tiny part of him feels bad when you need to show up for your shift the next morning with marks peeking out from under your collar - but that’s just a tiny part, and worf enjoys seeing those marks almost as much as he enjoyed putting them there. 

[losojos-decupido]

negative feedback loop? no way, i’m not negative!: fogado, anxiety, and a face more likable than himself

fogado is one of those characters that can easily trap Real Life Fans with his own facade if you’re not careful enough. most of the time, he’s very chill and fun-loving; most of his interactions with people reflect that in some way. 

HOWEVER! 

a lot of it is lies! lies i tell you!!

…well, okay, maybe not lies lies. i don’t think fogado’s ENTIRE personality is a front. but at least a large portion of it is fabricated to be in line with what fogado believes his “role” is. he only reveals this with people he 100% trusts with this information, but once you’re able to eke it out of him, the prince looks a lot more… Not Together.

to start, before we get into supports: his ally notebook entry. specifically, the B support rank blurb about his backstory:

this being the only information we get about solm’s king notwithstanding, it appears fogado’s role as a covert operator started when he was a child. when traveling with his father, he was taught the necessity of hiding himself for the sake of solm—as the country is a queendom, the identity of the prince is lesser than the identity of the princess. he has to keep secrets to protect his mother and sister.

parenting 101: teach your young and developing son that his identity SHOULD be whatever benefits his country. bound to have no repercussions!

kicking off supports with this line that sums things up pretty succinctly:

fogado leans on the idea of remaining a static character to the point where he hates the idea of being caught with his act down. he tries to make partying and having fun the only character traits people know him for so they won’t suspect him of being anything else. even the idea of him training, which is something that everyone ever does in these godforsaken games, is something he wants to keep locked down.

fogado sees his carefree attitude as a necessity to keep the peace. he doesn’t do it because he likes it so much as because others like it. concealing his identity is important, but so is being a figurehead that people can turn to in stressful times. being an amicable partier is something he’s found favor in, so that’s what he turns to most often, and he’ll go for as long as it’s needed.

however, fogado has anxieties. very very big ones. he keeps them under wraps a lot and rarely ever talks about them (because ‘i don’t want to be a burden’ means ‘i will never talk about my problems ever in my life’ to him), but there are times where they’re so big that they’re stifling, such as in his pandreo support:

he later divulges the source of his bad mood in the a support:

and… well. certainly not fun nor carefree thoughts.

one will find reading through his supports that he constantly says his personality is his “job.” he has to smile, he has to party, he has to be so visibly perfect that nobody worries about the big phony that’s leading all of them to war. the only time he lets a fraction of his guard down is when he's with the people he trusts most, and even then the only reason he says anything is because he’s caught in the act. he feels obligated to the entire world to be the one thing everyone needs all the time but hardly has anyone that will do the same for him. he has his retainers, but he tries to lie to them first. he has his sister, but he tries to lie to her as well:

fogado tries to be kind to everyone but at the same time he trusts absolutely nobody to be okay if he is not okay. he assumes that if he, the pinnacle of easygoing-ness and freedom, feels like the sky is falling, everyone else will feel the same way and everything goes to hell in a handbasket. he cannot possibly conceive of a reality where people can reassure him like he reassures them simply because he’s the one constantly watching over solm and its people.

the worst part: IT WORKS!

fogado puts on an act so impenetrable and tough that people DO fall for it. to be fair, that’s what he wants, but it must be difficult knowingly lying to people who consider you their friend BECAUSE of the fake self you’ve planted in their minds. it only adds to the stress fogado feels about keeping up the farce—not only is it important to keep people placated, but also everyone won’t like you anymore if you stop being the funny guy they know you are!

fogado lives in a constant state of fear and stress whilst simultaneously ensuring that nobody ever knows how he feels other than “happy” or “funny.” how much of it is genuine and how much of it is fake is difficult to parse because even fogado believes that his joy is all just for show. if his worries get strong enough he cracks, so he tries to lie himself into a hole in hopes that nobody questions him when he’s having an off day. remember, fogado: you may never tell people who you truly are and you may never show them your true self. if you do, everyone will freak out, nobody will like you, and then everyone will die and it will all be your fault. have fun!

conclusion: this dude needs to go to build a bear or something.

[caspersickfanfics]

*busts door open* IM BACK

I’m not gonna be too weird about this but- ironically- today was a day of much crying, and from that I was re-reminded of few things that got me thinking about the other nights rants so I have just a few more considerations~

again- not necessarily a fit for the current fic situation BUT. Types of crying. I feel like Cyno really doesn’t cry much at all. And maybe this was a given lol but I wanna talk about it anyways 😭

He’s just that kind of person and I feel like that tracks with canon. Even if he isn’t bottling up emotions, like if he’s sad and he’s letting himself feel sad, even then he may not cry that much. but if he is crying- or sobbing due to fever-addled hysteria- it’s him doing everything he can to keep it quite. Like muffled sobs, or just tears spilling uncontrollably, and so much, sniffing. That kind of crying you get when you just can’t stop crying even if you really want too. Maybe because it’s so stifled it lands in his body, so he’s stiff, or hunched or shaking a little. And! I feel like it’s so much easier to slip into hyper ventilation when you’re not breathing cuz you’re trying to hold back tears.

I think under Tighnaris care and comfort he’d be a bit more vocal? Maybe? Or!! Or when it gets really bad and he can no longer help it that’s when his sobs sound like, well, sobs. And that’s new territory for nari and cyno both. I think Tighnari would need some serious comfort after all this himself because it’s scary seeing your partner in so much distress even if you know they are okay and kinda just out of it.

I think cyno would try really really hard to communicate well, but he’s struggling cuz he’s sick enough and emotional enough that he’s not quite making the most sense? He’s stumbling over his words and he’s not quite sure how to explain what hurts and in what way- But he knows that he’s worrying nari and so he’ll try his damndest to make sense, and at the very least be honest. Maybe not at first but once they settle into his recovery I think he’d try 🥺

I also was thinking about more comical things Cyno would get upset over? Idk if it’s the vibe at all lol, but if his fever is high enough or if say the meds he’s on add to the loopy ness, I can picture him being very very distraught over just how *pretty* nari is. Maybe not full on crying but I can see him just starting and pouting cuz his partner is just…too perfect??? And if anything happened to him what would he do??? His EARS!! They are so soft- and he falls apart

idk these aren’t as fun as the ones from the other day but oh well lol 😑

WELCOME BACK AHH!!! I'm sorry you had a crying day and I'm sorry to post this so late when you sent it ages ago!!!!!!!! I hope you're feeling better now and if not, I'm sending you all the hugs!!!

This ask has me in a chokehold because I do think about characters crying a lot and I agree with you I don't think Cyno cries much at all. Even though I want to make him cry all the time LOL. Honestly though him and Tighnari both, especially in the canon world, I really have trouble picturing them crying.

100% agree that Cyno would be pretty quiet. My instinct was that he cries without realizing it and that's why he's quiet but I am now obsessed with your (paraphrased) "he is quiet on purpose which can lead to hyperventilating" like. Yes. And that progression to sobbing is really intriguing, definitely seems like something I'd like to explore if I can work it in somewhere!!!

I also headcanon Cyno as being very honest with Tighnari! I could see him downplaying stuff unintentionally - like, he's always a little banged up, so he brushes off discomfort without a second thought sometimes. And he might initially resist Tighnari urging him to look a bit more closely at that, but he'll cave eventually.

I also could definitely see Tighnari having a hard time with Cyno really crying, depending on the situation............ and at the same time I could see him actually being reassured by it. Like, finally, Cyno's letting himself being completely open. Finally he's letting himself be honest and feel things fully. But also Tighnari is going to frequently check his temperature to make sure it's not gotten to a dangerous place to be causing this. And freaking!! Absolutely to Cyno crying over how pretty Nari is and how much he loves his ears/tail/claws/etc. Maybe apologizing for "springing Collei on him" all those years ago and Tighnari is laughing because, like, he adores Collei and is so glad Cyno brought her to him.

I've also been thinking about Tighnari and crying. I picture him as a nonchalant but infrequent crier. Maybe some anxious/frustrated crying in extreme situations, but generally if things aren't going well, he compartmentalizes to figure out a solution. If something is upsetting to him and it's really shocking, maybe he'll shed a few tears without realizing, but then he'll wipe them away and do what needs to be done. If he's in a lot of pain, he'll cry but be really reassuring ("It just hurts a little, don't worry. Could you possibly help wrap this? My hands are a bit unsteady" tears running down his face) to anyone who's around the whole time, while treating his injury if he can. And... I think if he finds out someone he really cares about had something bad happen to them, he'd respond with rage. Even, like, Collei with her Eleazar - if anything worse had happened to her, I don't think his initial response would've been to cry. It would've been "I'm going to fucking murder who or what ever caused this disease." And then when things calm down he'd go to his hut, hide under the covers, curl up into a ball and sob.

Hm. I dunno if you've picked up on this by how much I wrote but. Personally..... I think this was just as fun as your previous asks sdjkfsdjksfj thank you so much for sending ittttt ily <333

[vaguely-yandere]

Congrats on setting up commissions!! Ok so you mentioned something abt chastity belt on my last ask with CEO yandere and now I’m just 🥴🥴🥴 thoughts. So: how long would different yanderes last with a chastity belt/regular edging routine ? </3

-🐓

thank you!!! i havent gotten any yet but im hoping i get one soon!

so, i think the ones that would enjoy it the most would be big bad, rival yan, girly yan, housewife and worshipper yan! they dont really mind, not really noticing it that much at first but i think playboy would crack first and beg you to take it off and just touch them, theyve been so good!! (they lasted like. a day. didnt even get to the edging.), next would be rival yan, taking it as a challenge and doing great until you start teasing them, slowly moving your leg between their thighs in a semi public area as they desperately try to maintain their composure, trying so hard to subtly grind into your palm before they finally snap and tap out, having to take a second to compose themselves before letting you take them to a private area and fuck their brains out (and imagine their shame when they cum early!! so cute!!)

big bad would be the one to break next, flinching every single time you touch them, barely able to walk and just imagine them laying in bed, panting, huffing, moaning oh so sweetly as you gently touch their sex, running your finger tips over it, teasing them about how wet/hard they are as you rest your cheek on their thigh, feeling the muscles tense and spasm as they try so hard not to fuck the air above them or shove their fingers inside of themselves and when you giggle and blow on their sex? theyre gone, unable to even squeak out a warning before they make a mess of themselves, crying out as they get cum everywhere.

girly yan would get... snappy and clingy. their craziness is dialed up to a 100 and if someone so much as looks at you, they'll chase them down in broad daylight unless you stop them. every few minutes they look at you and whimper, trying to guilt you into letting them cum and they actually last a long while until youre making out with them and you get your hands under their shirt and then their clinging to you, biting into your shoulder to stifle their cries, hips bucking and you just standing there, eyes wide as you realize they came untouched

housewife yan would be a god damn expert. youre always at work so you never really have time to tease them! theyre working hard too, cleaning the house, cooking, mundane and unsexy things so they have little to no trouble!... until they start really struggling. smelling your clothes leaves them guiltily humping your pillow, unable to get over the edge of orgasm, showering with you at the end of the day leaves them tingling all over, your kiss goodbye every morning makes them whimper, if you have them sit around with a toy inside them all day it really drives them nuts, has them grinding against their seat, subconsciously groping themselves, whining when something as small as a breeze touches their crotch and they finally just call in sick for you and spend the next few days screwing your brains out

and now, worshipper yan! edging and chastity is nothing to them! anything for their god! anything you ask and theyll do it, besides, they always edged themselves and remained celibate for you so doing it for a little while longer is no issue! they snap their wrist with a rubber band, take icey cold showers, avoid unintentionally edging themselves, they focus on praying to you when they start feeling urges and cumming untouched isnt unusual for them! theyve got this in the bag!... its a little annoying but overtime, they get desperate, esp if youve been edging them personally. they start getting brain fog, they start staring at you for hours on end just panting, they can barely walk without accidentally stimulating themselves and its just too much for the poor thing! hopefully you see it in your heart to help them relax and release all the tension theyre holding <3

[speedywombatpsychicpasta]

'Scaramouche’s Reaction To You Saving For Him’ SAGAU

'Scaramouche's Reaction To You Saving For Him' (SAGAU!Scaramouche x Reader)

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A/N- It was just too good of an opportunity to pass on. I think that after retrieving the gnosis, Scaramouche would have trouble processing his feelings. He wouldn’t know what most of them mean and would be mad about it.

@fatuifucker​ I hope you like it. As a Scaramouche wanter as well, I can’t wait for 3.3.

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Here you were again, farming primogems like you usually did. Just to ensure that when his banner finally comes you'd have enough to get him. 

It was funny, really, how enthralled the players were when they first encountered him. How he was the character who gained the most popularity in the shortest amount of time, despite not even being announced as playable yet. How everyone seemed to adore him, even though his appearances in the game so far have been short and scarce. He had everyone's attention. And there you were, dutifully farming once again for none other than him.

In the beginning, he didn't pay you much attention. He still didn't like to admit it, but with time you had grown on him. You and your stubborn determination to farm for a character whose banner has not even been announced! How much foolish can you get? He would stifle a smile whenever he thought of it. Has it never occurred to you that he might not even become playable? Did you really want him that much that you saved for months only on the off chance that one day he'd get his own banner?

The irony of it was ridiculous. The defective puppet, discarded by his own mother, stripped of his very heart, now adored by so many. And most importantly you. So single-minded in your pursuit of gathering enough to have him join your team. He did so much wrong, going as far as being responsible for the death of that NPC you were friends with. What was his name again? He honestly didn't even remember. And La Signora too. Didn't you like her as well? Either you were the stupidest person he's ever met or the most forgiving. The first. Definitely, the first… 

So why did it make him feel so wrong? He couldn't make much sense of human emotion, but this was different. It wasn't like the anger he had been acquainted with for so long. This feeling was new, and it made his chest hurt whenever he saw that big, dumb grin plastered over your face after you obtained enough for another pull. He'd have time to figure that out after he'd join you. 

After he ran away with Ei's gnosis, he's been experiencing a lot more emotions that he's unfamiliar with. It was the first time he's ever felt fear. Or anxiousness.

Rumors were floating all around. And then it happened. The news of the redesign. His element was said to be changed to Anemo. Scaramouche scoffed. He clearly looked more suited for Electro. The players were unhappy. More and more stopped saving for him. 'He's wielding the wrong element,' they'd say. 'I wanted an Electro catalyst! I have no use for another Anemo unit!'

Abandoned once again. The few who stuck around were skeptical. Not only was he said to have an Anemo Vision, but some spoke of a potential redesign. He didn't want one. He was happy with his current outfit, and the players seemed happy as well. It was a disaster. He watched most of them slowly give up and spend their savings on other characters. Then there was you. Stupid, stubborn you. Banner after banner, you resisted the temptation to pull. Instead, you kept saving and saving, going past 100 Intertwined Fates and still not stopping. 'I want to get his weapon too!' You really were something else. 

His banner was said to come in version 3.3. Reruns of your favorite characters came and went, and still, your will didn't falter. What if he was Anemo? You still wanted him. What if he got a redesign? You knew you'd like him regardless. Hell, he could even become a healer and you'd still main him! It made Scaramouche's 'heart' ache. 

There was still a long way until 3.3, and perhaps you'd change your mind about him. He didn’t think he could bring himself to hate you, even if you did. But you gave him hope- something that he never thought he'd have and he found himself latching onto it, afraid of what would happen if it would be ripped away. Unbeknownst to you, with every new pull you saved for, he was there, cheering for you.

'You can do this!' 

'Come on, that commission is not even that hard…'

'You're skipping Childe's rerun? Hah! Suck it, ginger!'

'Spiral Abyss, really? You can't even beat the 11th floor? I bet I would clear it in no time without breaking a sweat. That's why you need me!

So wait for me…

Don't you dare leave me too!'

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[nevalizona]

Rusty Atwood

•30 years old

•Lesbian.

•Goes by he/him mostly but isn't bothered by she/her. (His family mostly calls him she/her, but I'll go into that more some other time)

•Born in raised on a farm in Wyoming.

•Possibly born in 1943, not 100% sure when I want the story set yet.

•Is the youngest of the family.

•Has probably three older brothers.

•Rusty's dad wasn't disappointed about having a daughter but made it very clear she wasn't being treated special or different than how he treated his sons.

•Rusty was was expected to help around the farm the same way his brothers were.

•Rusty's mom is pretty similar to Rusty's father. She is not the most personable and certainly didn't coddle her kids.

•She’d never admit it, but when she found out she was having a daughter, she was very nervous. She had only raised boys and only knew how to raise boys. She knew that she was not the most gentle and was terrified she'd raise her daughter "wrong."

•Rusty gets along with his mother better than his father but doesn't mind his father too much.

•Rusty vowed, though, to never end up like his father, who let his difficult life harden him. Rusty wants to stay a person and feel full of life even though life has been difficult.

•Rusty has always been closest to his brothers. Always tried to look like them. Always tried to act like them.

•His family doesn't know he's a lesbian explicitly, but they sure as hell know he isn't marrying a man. They don't mind necessarily. The Atwoods believe that blood is thicker than water, and you never turn your back on blood. Mom Atwood and Dad Atwood will love Rusty no matter what because he's their daughter, and that's all there is to it. It's a genuine love, too. Not just there because it has to be.

•It should be known that the Atwoods are known for having a mean streak of anger. Everyone in the family. Dad, mom, the three brothers, Rusty. Grandpa Atwood and Grandma Atwood were also known to get real nasty when they were angry. Mom Atwood has always told Rusty that she wasn't like that before she met his father. He allows her to feel things she may have had to stifle back home. Rusty respects that, acknowledges it, wishes he knew what his mother was like before she met his father.

•Rusty is trying really hard to wrangle in that temper. He doesn't like it unless he can use it to be productive.

•Rusty is outright cold to men unless they are family. He just doesn't like being around them. Doesn't like wasting time on them. Avoids them at all costs. When he works outside the farm, he talks to his co-workers, who are men as little as possible.

•When it comes to women, Rusty is the biggest flirt. He just loves women so much, and he just loves making them blush and smile. He is charismatic and knows it.

•While yes, Rusty is a natural flirt he knows how to stop when he has a girlfriend. He just lays his charm on thick instead, which his girlfriend usually enjoys anyways.

•Rusty actually met his girlfriend when he was holed up in some small town. She worked at the diner he frequented. What started out as simple hooking up turned into a full-blown relationship that neither can live without.

•Rusty's girlfriend packed up her things and followed him to his next destination.

•Rusty likes to travel a lot but is never gone from the farm for long. He always returns no matter what.

•He does though, really wanna buy a cabin up near the PNW with his girlfriend. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere,deep in the woods, so they can just live in their own little world, but he can't bear the idea of not going Home for all that long.

•Rusty's Girlfriend’s mom does not like him. She does not like that he travels so much. Does not like that her daughter is attached to his hip. Does not like what she's heard of the Atwoods, from Rusty himself. She just thinks he's no good.

•Rusty's girlfriend has tried to explain to her mom that they'd get along if they just talked a little, but her mom won't hear it.

•Rusty isn't too torn up about his girlfriend’s mom not liking him. As far as he's aware, she just doesn't get him or his family. All that matters to him is that Mom Atwood gets along with his girlfriend, and she does.

•In fact, the Atwoods really like Rusty's Girlfriend. They welcome her into their odd family with ease.

•They know without needing to be told that Rusty's Girlfriend is well, Rusty's girlfriend. His brothers WILL ask at some point, though. And they will be glad that he's finally told them. (Tbf he probably has *kinda* told them, but they wanted to hear it directly, no beating around the bush. But that's also the Atwood way. They do not like flowery language. Say what you mean and mean what you say.)

•While the Atwoods sound intimidating, they are fun in their own way. They fiercely love each other and genuinely enjoy spending time together.

•Rusty definitely has nieces and nephews living on the farm. Definitely from his oldest brother, who surely is married. But maybe the other ones as well. The Atwood farm is a bustling little place.