#i can try to write a gn reader version if you want anon

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Something tells me AK!Jason could be pretty much into cuddlefuck

⚠️ cw: softcore smut (⚤)

As long as the sex doesn't trigger his migraines, then absolutely.

He loves the intoxicating smell of you after you're spent: your sweat, your perfume, your pussy.

Loves the sticky warmth of your skin pressed against his as your bodies remain entwined after making love.

Loves the steady beat of your heart against his scarred chest—a coveted reassurance in his world of uncertainty.

Loves the softness of your breast gloved in his disfigured hand. A poignant contradiction you've taught him to ignore.

Loves the hardness of your nipple pressing into his drill-punctured palm, as if seeking the protection his calloused, violence-shaped hand can provide.

Loves how your legs remain locked around the curve of his back, as if you'll never let him go.

Loves how you still hold him deep inside you, even after you reached that apex together and your conjoined euphoria has ebbed away.

Loves how you occasionally press your heels down into his skin, encouraging languid, additional thrusts.

Loves how the wetness of your walls—coated in the cocktail of his seed and your still-flowing juices—engulf his now flaccid cock like a velvet glove.

Loves how you smile up at him, cheeks still flushed with pleasure, eyes still shining with want. His breath catches for a heartbeat as it hits him once again: she wants me, and that overwhelming rush of devotion to you surges up inside him, overtaking him like a tsunami, smothering all of his feelings of inadequacy, leaving him scraped clean. Becoming something new in your gaze.

Loves when you praise him for making you feel amazing once again, loves how your words tickle his belly as prideful butterflies take flight.

Loves to run his nose along the line of your jaw up to your ear, loves to bury his nose behind it and drink in your sweet scent. Loves to retrace his path with his tongue back down to your neck, tasting you until he finds your collarbone, then loves to dip his tongue in the hollow of your throat.

Loves to thread his fingers through your sweat-damp hair, to push stray locks behind your ear before pressing his lips to yours.

Loves when you wrap him up in your arms and hug him tight to your chest until you both drift off to sleep.

Loves that when your bodies are entangled, his nightmares can't seem to find him.

[stayteezdreams]

Wooyoung + Subtle ways he shows he loves you

Scenarios/Headcanons: Subtle ways Wooyoung shows he loves you

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Gn!Reader

Requested by: Anon

A/N's: Banner photos are simply for aesthetic, everything I write is a Gn!Reader/Non detailed Reader insert!

Warnings: Mentions of food/cooking. Physical Affection (mild/playful).

Words: ~380

Other Versions: Yunho || Mingi || Hongjoong || San || Seonghwa

In true Wooyoung fashion; love bites. Quick nips to your neck, ears, hand, shoulders, etc, anywhere he can get to in the moment. (Don't bite him back though, unless you want to start a war)

Aegyo at you from across the room to make you smile/laugh.

Showing you he is there by touching you in some way at all times. Holding your hands, arm around waist, arm across shoulder, cuddles up against you, etc.

Bringing you snacks and food back from various countries, for you to have snack taste tests with together.

Cooking for you when you've had a long day, or cooking for you in the morning to surprise you.

Leaving you his shirts or jackets on purpose so you can wear them when he is not there.

Leaving you random cute and funny notes around for you to find.

Or sending you random voice notes throughout the day, so you don't forget his voice (as if you ever could).

Inside jokes just to make you laugh, especially if you are in an uncomfortable situation or are upset at something.

Gets lost staring at you, often mid conversation with someone else, but he saw you so now you are all that is on his mind.

Alternatively, accidentally stops listening when you are talking to him, and instead just admires you with a big grin as you talk.

Having your back no matter what, even if he has no idea what is going on. A real ride or die.

Cheek pinches (face or butt it doesn't matter)

Tells you anything and everything. All the tea, all the drama, everything. If he knows, now you know.

Has a list of restaurants and fun places to take you to on his day's off and on date nights.

Also has a list of things you've mentioned that you like, dislike, want to try, etc.

Matching bracelets you made for each other with a craft kit he bought you "ironically".

Random bear hugs from behind, often with you being lifted off the ground.

Playlists made for you, and playlists that are inspired by you (he listens to them and thinks about you and your relationship while he is away from you for work).

Sending you a food delivery while you are at work/school to make sure you eat.

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[gloomwitchwrites]

You're having a bad day so they do their own version of Magic Mike for you

ANON! This ask sent me into a fit of giggles. I am so happy to do this. I had a lot of fun putting together some quick writes. I know you've been waiting a while. I hope you have a good laugh out of this, and maybe even giggle and/or kick your feet with glee. I know I did!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, dancing, singing, striptease, lap dance, brief non-descriptive nudity

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

"Everything okay, love?" asks John from the bathroom.

"Just a headache," you reply. "Had a busy day."

"Busy? Or bad?"

He knows you too well.

"Bad," you sigh, propping yourself up on an elbow.

John is no longer in the bathroom. He stands inside the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with one hand.

Freshly showered. Towel hanging on his hips.

"What?" you ask, noticing the smirk on his face.

John lightly pushes off from the doorframe. In a sultry sway, John begins to approach you, both hands reaching as if to undo the towel.

"John?"

He doesn't drop the towel, just teases the undressing. Your face grows hot as he nears. John comes to a stop just in front of you, the towel still perched on his hips.

"Go on," he purrs with a heated stare.

You tug and the towel falls away.

"Plan to fuck away my headache?" you cough out, gaze darting upward, focusing on his face and not what’s behind the towel.

John grabs your forearm, helping you to a seated position. "Not yet." He places one knee beside you on the bed. John holds your chin with thumb and forefinger. "No touching until I say so."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"I’ve had a bad day," you sigh. “I’m tired.”

Turning your head away from Simon, you glance out the window.

As you exhale, something soft and large lands on your head. You yank it away. It's Simon's shirt. As you turn to address him, something else comes flying in your direction.

With a yelp, you snag it out of the air before it hits you. Simon's jeans. Belt included.

"What—"

Simon stands ramrod straight with arms at his sides in nothing but his boxer briefs and socks.

Perplexed, you fail to form words as Simon starts to saunter over to you. It’s stilted. Odd. The man has no rhythm but clearly all the confidence in the world.

"Oh my God," you murmur, clutching Simon's clothes to your chest, sinking further into the couch.

He's trying. He really is. But all you can focus on is how intense Simon’s face is, and how stiffly he…dances?

"Are you okay?" you ask.

Simon blinks. Frowns. "Yes." He glances down at himself. "Do you not like this?"

Whatever foul mood you were in has vanished, replaced with soft amusement and disbelief.

“Just…cuddle with me on the couch.”

“Clothes off?”

“Clothes off,” you confirm.

John "Soap" MacTavish

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

When you glance up, Johnny has a devilish grin on his face.

"What?" you ask cautiously.

Johnny pushes off from the kitchen counter and reaches over his head, removing his shirt. Your mind promptly forgets its previous concern. All it cares about is Johnny's broad chest and muscled stomach.

"What are you doing?" you laugh as Johnny twists the shirt and grabs either end, placing it behind your neck.

"Helping," he coos.

Now in only grey sweatpants, Johnny pushes in. You lean back, a bit startled.

"Helping how?" you giggle.

Johnny rocks his hips, swaying them slightly in a semi-erotic rotation.

"You look ridiculous."

"Maybe,” he agrees. “But you're smiling."

You are. To the point that your cheeks ache.

"I could keep going," he teases, rolling his hips again.

You playfully push at his stomach and Johnny takes that moment to sink down into your lap. "Nope," you laugh. “Absolutely not."

Johnny does an exaggeratingly awful impression of a lap dance. It sends you into a fit of giggles, and he doesn't stop until you're wheezing.

"Better?" he teases.

The bad mood is gone.

"Much."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"My brain is static," you groan. Kyle grins and starts to hum. "What are you doing?"

He saunters over to you, the humming turning into singing.

"Is that Pony by Ginuwine?" you laugh, disbelieving.

“Girl, when I break you off,” he continues to sing, removing his shirt, spinning it over his head like a lasso. “I promise that you won't want to get off.”

"Oh my god," you mutter, covering your face, cheeks flaring hot.

You peek through your fingers only for Kyle to toss the shirt at you. It lands above your head.

“If you’re horny, let’s do it,” he sings, reaching for the front of his pants. “Ride it.”

Your mouth is open, staring at Kyle as more of his clothes disappear. He’s in nothing but boxer briefs. Placing his foot on the couch, his hips flex forward, giving you a clear view of what’s beneath the fabric.

"Stop," you giggle, covering your eyes with one hand. The other extends to cover his junk.

Kyle takes your wrist and draws your palm to his chiseled stomach. "How are you feeling now?"

The static is gone, replaced with a soft affection that warms your everywhere.

"I'm better,” you laugh.

[yunnimilk]

hey :D if you're accepting requests can you do domtop amab reader with subby amab gojo with them secretly dating? Hcs or a small drabble is fine

If you're alright with it, you can do a satosugu version if ot3's aren't against your rules! If you can't dw you can just write gojo :3 (if you do write satosugu then it's the same as the just gojo one!)

tyty for your time

⋆.˚ ★ ᝰ.ᐟ ; 1st p. ; AMAB! SUB! BOT! Saturo Gojo x AMAB! DOM! TOP! GN! Reader + 2nd p. SUB! BOT! AMAB! Satosugu x DOM! TOP! AMAB! GN! Reader VERS.

. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ | kinks \ tags ; orgasm denial, brat taming, spanking \ impact play, sex toys ; both parts !

,. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ | two sets of headcanons ; cw : none, I have two versions for this! Satosugu + you vers. and you + gojo only! I am just assuming that you wanted geto and gojo to be sub . AMAB LANGUAGE , reader has gender neutral prns. there will be a nsfw vers and a sfw vers, I should update my rules for ot3 , and hope you have a great day, anon, you are so sweet xoxo

BEWARE OF NSFW UNDER THE CUT !

Gojo x Reader vers. ;

SFW ;

Dating Gojo was quite the adventure, especially if you're doing it in secret. He pops in your place randomly, awaiting the affection that you give him ,

You two have mini dates in the breakroom, he likes making matching bentos for you both. Caressing your hand while he tells you about his day ,

Sometimes, he's not so subtle about your secret relationship, everyone assumed that you two had a crush on eachother, at the very least. You still kept it a secret notheless, no one needed to be in your business

sometimes he feels bad about not giving you any attention because he's so busy ! So expect to be smothered in kisses after his shift !

Gojo loves having shared showers / baths with you ! It doesn't even need to be sexual, he just feels relaxed with you in a bathtub !

Before you two go to work, you both go to a cafe that isn't really visited by anyone, no one familiar can see you two there so he can flirt and cling onto you all he wants !

You leave little notes in his lunch when you can't hang out with him during it, seeing them melts his heart, so he decided to do the same to you !

Whenever you call him he acts like you're his grandma or a doctor, but he's kind ofna good actor so everyone actually believes him for the most part !

NSFW ;

Behind closed doors it's anything but wholsome, if Gojo decided to act like a little brat, you'd stroke his wet cock and only stop if you felt it twitching which indicated that he was cumming ,

Spanking and fingering him over your lap, giving him a pillow to bite on and moan in. You slap his inner thighs, dangerously getting close to his cock, it leaks of pre-cum as you jerk it off for a second but then rob him of that pleasure !

But he still acts like such a little brat, being condescending on purpose, you slide a vibrating cock ring on his dick, then he sobs from the pleasure, screaming so loudly. The best part is that he can't cum, so he just squirms in your lap while you get harder from the sight ,

You stroke his white hair while his back arches and his body fidgets from the vibrations, Gojo grinding his cock pathetically on your leg. His drool seeping into fabric of the pillow, his mind was too far gone !

Using a little ball gag to block off his whimpers while you abuse his prostate with your cock, his thighs are shaking and his hole is getting more puffy ,

The pink hole looks so adorable trying to take you. When you take it all the way out, you can see it clench around nothing, then when you're about to put the tip in, his hole tries to desperately suck your cock in !

Satosugu x Reader vers. ;

SFW ;

Geto's more calm and collected than Gojo in the relationship, not to say that he doesn't have the same thought process, I mean, the two boys have been with eachother since highschool. It's nice to have a mix of peaceful and chaotic energy in your life ,

It's best to keep this relationship a secret since Geto is trying to get rid of all non-jujustu sorcerers, which makes him a major enemy to jujustu high, it'd go hellish if anyone found out about this poly dynamic ,

They love to suffocate you with kisses in the morning, no matter how 'ugly' you think the drool dribbling down your cheek looks or the crazy bed-head that you get is, it's the minimal time you all have together before starting the day

Geto actually looks so amazing in the mornings while Gojo looks like a wet cat, the raven haired man has such a princess look while he's sleeping, but when you look at Gojo, he just looks very messy ..

When they both get home, they just want to cuddle with you, not letting you go, even for the bathroom. Probably planned to pounce at you so you wouldn't escape their grasp !

Movie nights! You guys have one at least once a week, watching knockoff Disney movies with popcorn. You lay on Geto's chest while Gojo places his head comfortably between your thighs .

NSFW ;

Imagine you sending nude photos at work, Gojo basically mewling at the sight of your bare stomach and cock while Geto already getting hard, dick straining against his pants ,

When you all get home, they're already fighting to suck your cock, fighting to yank off your underwear, looks like you have to punish them for fighting ~

You make the other one watch while you fuck one of them, not letting him touch himself either, but you make sure that the one that's reciving treatment doesn't get to cum, he doesn't deserve it anyways

Gojo getting on top of Geto to make out with him, you spread both their legs to push the head of your cock inside their velvety hole. Spanking both of their thighs until it turns red, and teasing their holes, they both whine from the minimal pleasure they receive ,

You make sure that they don't get to reach their orgasm, you pull out your fat cock to see their cute holes wink at you, basically leaking for you ♡

You take turns to fuck them, but they cry when they don't get attention from your dick. You have to fuck the brattiness out of them until they're both babbling from the amount of cum covering them and filling them up !

Geto gargling on your cock and Gojo sucking your balls, they look so cute! Hearts in their eyes while they try their best to please you ,

The pleasure bekng so intense that you shoot gallons of cum, the white liquid dribbling down their chins making sure to drink up every last drop !

You make sure to shove buttplugs in their spasming holes so none of your seed can escape, taking care of them by feeding them with your cum !

[temis-de-leon]

Dateables realizing their feelings for reader

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Main Masterlist

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Demon Brothers version

Romance Anon: Could I request headcanons for Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon realising his feelings for gn reader?

A/N: I think the reason why this one took so long is that I already described part of their crush in Part 2 (originally Part 1), so this feels just like an "extra". I don't really like it and it feels very OOC and incomplete, but it's the best I could do <3

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Diavolo

He has always been thankful for his ability to read emotions. It helps him distinguish between those who try to take advantage of his positive nature and other, more honest, people willing to open their minds to his ideas, even if they disagree. 

This gift tends to leave him drowning in isolation as if he were observing a party he wasn’t invited through a window. Would he rather live amongst lies and blissful ignorance? Would he prefer not knowing when someone has intentions of hurting him?

Those are drastic thoughts, he knows, but they roam his mind nonetheless. 

Diavolo is painfully aware of the main root of his recent ruminations; not a traitor amidst his court or a threat from far away, but, instead, something more heartbreaking: his new human friend. 

The moment his daydreamings begin to include you more and more, the dread of realization stops his heart. He’s never fallen in love, let alone with a human. What is he supposed to do?

The possibility of letting you go so both could find a better fit crosses his mind, but his unwillingness to lose you doesn’t let him entertain the idea. 

Would you fall for him as well? You, the one who treats him like a friend and not a loyal servant? The one who, after seeing the leathery wings behind his back and the ornate horns above his head, still pushes him to become what he could be? To reach what he yearns to achieve?

He’ll have you if you allow it, and he’ll wish for it if you don’t.

Barbatos

He'd like to have more time to evaluate how strong his feelings for you are, but, ironically, there's no such thing for him.

Your smile stays in his mind while he runs errands and the melody of your laugh follows him in silent moments. He writes your name instead of food while listing groceries and your voice stands out the most when everyone is reunited.

Attraction; the birth of affection.

He thinks (hopes?) those aren't stable enough to evolve into something more frightening, but how wrong he is.

In reality, Barbatos is as jealous as Mammon, but his resentment towards said demon doesn't appear until the brothers start to argue about you when you aren't around.

Is it true? Is Mammon "your first"?

Although composed as ever, there's no denying his change of heart. He feels frustrated, but not at you, and the sourness fills his mouth no matter what he eats.

When the misunderstanding is clarified, after another one of Mammon's fits and Satan's exasperation in retaliation, the sense of relief leaves him dizzy.

It is serious then, isn't it? Nothing he can escape unless wanting heartbreak.

Forcing and rushing your reciprocation is not something he feels comfortable with; what would be worth if it weren't natural?

He's willing to wait, being the patient demon he is, and while his longing grows with each passing day, enjoying the journey feels just as exciting.

Solomon

The human sorcerer falling for the other human exchange student?

It's a slow process and he doesn't notice the change until it's too late. One moment you're just acquaintances and the next he can't do anything without thinking about you.

He has a book you might like, why not go to Purgatory Hall for a quick visit?

Are you okay? Do you feel lonely? He knows the brothers can be a handful sometimes, so don't worry and talk to him whenever you need to.

He supposes it makes sense, but that doesn't make it less disheartening.

How cliche of him to develop feelings for the only person in the Devildom he will outlive.

The memories of past long-lost lovers haunt him as he ponders the idea of giving you a chance. He knows loving you would feel wonderful, but do you even like him back? Is the risk worth a chance?

Will it compensate for the pain that your eventual passing would bring?

As time passes and the potential of your powers arises, Solomon decides that he'd rather try and lose than not try at all.

Who knows? Maybe fate will trick you both and let him have you for the rest of eternity.

Simeon

From all the things Simeon thought he would learn while living in the Devildom, experiencing love was not one of them.

The feeling per se isn't foreign to him, he knows it in many forms, but what he finds in you doesn't resemble anything he's ever seen or felt before.

It fills his heart until it's bursting at the seams and, yet, he still wants more.

He daydreams a lot, captivated by your image to the point of losing awareness of his surroundings. He blushes and humms, doodling and making romantic interests for his stories according to everything he sees in you, both the good and the bad side.

Simeon has a positive mental attitude around his growing infatuation towards you, since, while the possibility of not being reciprocated is there, he knows your friendship goes beyond that.

Perhaps that is why you settled so easily in his heart: the roots of platonic love wouldn't go to rott if being rejected were the case.

This is new and exciting for him, an unknown path he's willing to explore regardless of the results.

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[theofthevalley]

could you do a headcanon of hermes’ with a reader who is insecure about dating a god? like they think they aren’t enough for him cause so important and stuff?

GN reader would be great aswell!

luv ur writing btw

“Divine Insecurity.”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hermes Headcanon’s with Insecure GN!Reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ It was safe to say that you were, in fact, a bit shy when it came to being in a relationship with Hermes. You weren’t embarrassed by him, oh no, it could never be that. But you thought you were good enough for him. How could a god like him fall in love with a mortal like you? What did you have that made him fall in love with you?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ He could have had anyone else, so why you? He can be with plenty of other mortals in high places, even other gods. There’s no way he would love just you, right? He’s busy and does so many important tasks, so why would he even give you the time of day?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ That’s how you were feeling at that moment. Your head was swirling with bad thoughts about maybe you’re not enough for him. He could do better than little ol’ you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hermes had just arrived back from delivering messages and was about to pull you into his arms and shower you with kisses when he noticed the way you looked at him, like there was something on your mind. Which, in truth, there was, but you couldn’t tell him, it would just be embarrassing to let him know!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But, being a god of communication, he gave you some space, he thought he may have done something, or you’re just in a bad mood because of another thing. Even so, he gave you some space until you reached out to him yourself.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ This resulted in you sitting in his lap, burying your head in his shoulder as he rubbed circles around your back. He then spoke softly to you as you continued to cling to him.

“Are you alright? Did something happen? Did I do something? Do you want to speak about it?”

“Mhm, I’m fine…sorta. It’s just, why me? You can do so much better than me, so—!”

In that moment, he cut you off with a small huff and squished your face together with his hands. You then sit there with him doing that, trying to shut you up.

“Stop that, Hermes!”

“Nope! Not until you get those silly thoughts out of your head. How could I not love you?! Your voice, your laughter, your smile, the way you talk when you like something, the way you take care of things so delicately. I could go on and on, darling!”

Your face was warm as he stopped squishing your face in his hands. You were flushed with his words. Does he love you that much? But why? You just couldn’t wrap your head around it. It seems like you won’t ever will, but at least you know he loves you and cares about you. He cares a lot.

“Mhm…okay, I understand. A little. This is hard, y’know, being with a god and all, sometimes I feel like since you’re so important that there’s something or someone else that you can be putting time into.”

“Well, just so you know, that’s not the case; this god has only thoughts of you! Even when I’m off duty, all I can think about is how my lovely partner is waiting for me.”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ And so he places a small kiss on your head to comfort you even more about it. He adores you, and now you know that you shouldn’t have doubted your relationship. He loved you and only you. And to him, there was no one else but you, and that made your heart sore with affection.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You then wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips in response to how he unknowingly touched your heart. He giggles into the kiss and holds you close. You were just as divine as him. 

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Advertisement: Hey you! Yeah you, the person who read this whole thing, do you like Hermes? Well this blog is THE place for Hermes fanfiction. Check my bio if I have requests open and my rules. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

A/N: Yahoo!! Another one down. 😋 I hope you liked this Anon!! And anyone else who see’s this. Also there was an ftm!version of this that someone else asked, but I felt like I’ll just do this version since it’s gender neutral and it can be interpreted as such!

Word Count: 642 words

[daydreamerswriting]

hii!! could you possibly do something with you having OCD and how the gang (separate ofc) would handle it? Especially Ponyboy. Thank youu, ilysm and your writing 💗💗

(if you need more specifics or an example, i personally have to do certain actions multiple times until they “feel right”. just randomly when i do something, ex. put a cup down, i may have to do it a certain number of times or else it will drive me crazy cuz it feels wrong. tysm ily 💗)

an: okay I'm dumb and thought you, anon, meant platonicly and did this whole thing as platonic so... if yall want a non-platonic version, request when i reopen my requests. Sorry!! yall I did research for this one. Before ~1967 ocd was thought to be impossible to treat. So, if you're on meds or in therapy rn, you're not in this.😔 Doing this as headcanoans

W: gn!reader, OCD, insensitivity, some swearing

If you like to have stuff organized, Darry loves that you help clean

When you get stressed out cause one of the guys mess up something you just organized, Darry gets stressed out for you too

Ponyboy is the most chill about your repetitive

If you're on a walk and have to go around something, and suddenly you're circling it 4 more times, he just stands and waits

He always counts how many time you do something in his head cause he made a habit of it accidentally

Then he'll ask if you're good afterwards

Sometimes it stresses Darry out watching you repeat things. Of course he doesn't tell you though, it's not your fault.

Sometimes Soda and/or Two-Bit will cheer you

In a modern au, they'll all get annoyed when people say they're "so OCD" cause they like to have stuff organized

If you're having disturbing intrusive thoughts, Pony offers to read to you to distract you

It takes every ounce of Darry's self control not to deck someone after they ask if you're crazy, or say you belong in an institution

Dallas doesnt have self control like that, so he does deck them

Steve will sometimes start repeating the action with you ?? Youre picking up and putting down your fork? So is Steve.

If you have it where you're super worried about germs and illness- good luck

These boys are gross I'm sorry

I'm stressed for you

Maybe you can convince them to wash their hands more

Sometimes Steve, Two-Bit, Soda, and Dallas will take bets on the number of times you'll repeat something

The longer you're friends with them, the less attentive they are to it, and the more they ignore your repetitive behaviors

They all (expect Darry and Soda), offer you cigarettes when you're stressed and/or having obsessive/intrusive thoughts

Dallas and Pony offers you weed sometimes too

Dallas used to purposely fuck up stuff you'd just organized in a particular way just to mess with you, but then he realized how bad it actually stressed you out, so he stopped

Johnny and Dallas get frustrated with you scare of the girls they're trying to pick up my chanting a phrase or stepping on a creak in the pavement 12 times

But it's okay, there's better broads out there, you'll tell them

Two-bit: "if you can't handle them at their circling a street light several times, you don't deserve them at their best."

You tell them an intrusive thought you can't stop thinking and jaws hit the floor in horror

All in all, they're surprisingly understanding and chill about it

An: thank you for 200 followers!! ❤️❤️

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This was actually requested on my discord, by my beloved 🌸 anon. I sure had fun writing this, from an ace to another, I hope u enjoy this (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, sexuality talk, coming out (as asexual), gn!reader

Vil watched you pace nervously, his eyes following your every movement. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice he had been speaking to you mere moments ago, his questions and jokes promptly ignored by you.

'What had happened? Had someone upset you? Were you troubled and in need of help?' He thought so many things, his heart beating faster with each negative thought crossing his mind.

Finally, after what seemed like years, you sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding as you stared at your hands. The room was bathed in the soft, fading light of the evening, shadows dancing on the walls as the last rays of the sun slipped through the curtains. Vil could sense the tension in you, the way you seemed to be rehearsing your words, overthinking every syllable - you were like a newbie at acting, trying to conceal your face behind a mask, yet you didn't realize that he could see you behind your mask.

He knew he could ease your worries, he could make everything better with just a few words and snaps of his fingers. You were his most cherished person, and of course, he wanted to take care of you, to see your beauty shine alongside his, to nourish you into a better version of yourself. But first, you needed to open up to him. It pained him to see you so distant, trapped in your own world - fearing.

He could recognize the signs; the way you bit your nails, the shallow breaths, how you looked at him as if you had committed the worst crime possible, which was funny considering that he had done far worser than you ever could. Well, not that you know about all the things he did.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, your gaze shy and uncertain. His presence was both a comfort and a source of intimidation, though you weren’t sure why. Vil noticed this, and with a subtle shift in his posture, he softened his expression, hoping you would see him as someone to confide in rather than fear.

"Mein Liebling," Vil spoke gently, breaking the silence, nickname making you shudder visibly. He needed to be the first to reach out, to show you that he was there for you, ready to listen and understand. He took your hand in his, his touch gentle as he guided your chin up so you would meet his eyes. "You've been so quiet and distant today. What’s on your mind?"

It was a simple question but it carried the weight of his concern. You bit your lower lip, leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you searched for the right words.

"There’s something I need to tell you," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Vil’s gaze softened further, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. "Of course, darling. You can tell me anything."

It's now or never, You thought. Now or never!

Your fingers twisted nervously in the hem of your shirt as you took a deep breath. "I’m… asexual. It means I don’t experience sexual attraction, or at least not in the way most people do. I, uh, wanted to tell you this since we're... Interested in each other? In love? I don't know how to call it to be honest."

He couldn’t stand the thought that you might have feared coming to him, that you worried about his judgment. Vil tightened his hold on your hands, his touch warm and reassuring, as he let a soft chuckle leave his beautiful lips.

You close your eyes, afraid to face the expression that adorned your his face. Silence filled the room for a moment, the seconds stretched on, each one feeling longer than the last, your heart beating loudly in your chest. But Vil's relief was almost palpable as he realized that nobody harmed you. You were just afraid - afraid of his reaction, which he hated because he could never judge you or other aces for that matter.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," Vil said, his voice gentle and sincere. "I can see how much this means to you, and how scared you are."

A wave of relief washed over you, though a small knot of anxiety still remained. "I was afraid you might not understand or that it would change things between us."

Vil’s lips curved into a soft smile, though he felt a twinge of hurt that you’d ever doubt him. "My feelings for you aren’t based on physical attraction. What matters to me is your heart, your mind, and the incredible person you are. If anything, I admire you even more for your courage in telling me this."

Your eyes filled with tears and you leaned into Vil’s embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against your cheek sounding as comforting as a lullaby. "Thank you, Vil. You don’t know how much that means to me."

"Thank you, Vil," You whispered, a sense of peace settling over you. "I like you... I like you a lot."

Vil stroked your hair, his touch tender and comforting. "We’ll navigate this together. Your sexuality is a part of who you are, and I love you for all of it. Always remember that."

You looked up at Vil, meeting his gaze. In that moment, you realized how profound the bond you two had that could transcend even words or physicality.

"I like you too," Vil replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Just as you are."

[fire-lizard-ro]

Hi Roro, hope you’re doing well! Let me start by saying your Sunday stuff is MAGNIFICENT, oh my gosh this MAN-

I’ve come with a request for you…

Dr. Veritas Ratio x fem or gn reader. Bathtub. Sex. Like most of the time he’s only interested in reading in the tub, rejecting reader’s advances. But one day, idk, he’s in a MOOD but he doesn’t want to admit it, so he lets reader go a little further than normal with her advances, but he’s still being petty about it, kinda denying and still trying to read his book or whatever and it just Escalates eventually…

Aaaa thank you so much if you decide to do my request! Remember to take breaks and stay hydrated!

I'm ILL over this man jfc-

Dr. Ratio here to prescribe you with a dose of vitamin D-//SHOT

Veri, my love, please just one chance I'm begging just a crumb oisego-

But yesssss gimme the bathtube sex I want it- I wanna do all kinds of wild things to or with this man. Crazy.

But hehehe I know what you are. 👁️👁️

A s i m p . 🫵 (Like I'm any better.)

And thank you!!! This took a While, but I did it. I had lots of fun with it so feel free to request again~

CW and writing under the cut:

CW: vagina and cock (gasp), PIV sex, cockwarming, rough sex, hair pulling, choking (+some breath play), cumming inside (wrap it before you tap it folks), spanking, degradation+praise, objectification, kinda sorta human furniture thing???, name calling (ex:slut), use of words like "cunt" (wow that feels weird writing here-), marking, ignoring you during cockwarming, doggy position(?), cum play, holding your hands behind your back, discussion of safe wording (check-ins), kinda cum as lube?, funishment, d/s aspects to the relationship (though you are dating for romantic reasons as well), slight pussy slapping, talking to your pussy (I know this man a freak <333), crying during sex (+dacryphilia), dumbification (ofc this was gonna be here), ruined orgasm, edging, slight cum eating, a liiiiittle bit of gagging (w/ fingers), usage of "pet" exactly once

Reader gender: fem (I talked with anon separately and they decided on this when I asked for preference- I also only have one fem reader ask. If people want, I can write another version tweaked to be gn or AMAB/male reader~)

Disclaimers:

>>>Dr. Ratio will be referred to as Veritas here since reader is dating him.

>>>This was written and almost finished before 1.6 release.

Bathtub sex, surprisingly, probably isn't the norm for you two. After all, Veritas (oml it feels weird calling him that after so long of calling him Ratio-) enjoys his down time in the bath where he can relax with you and read his books. I like to think that it's one of the few times when his ever racing mind is a bit quieter. So when you are finally pent up enough at just the right time to want to pounce on him in the tub, he's a bit surpised at first. But the surprise would soon melt into mild annoyance. "Can't you just stay still? Quit it- I'm trying to read."

Of course he says it in that ever dramatic way of his while not even glancing up from his book. Speaking of said book- "You're going to get my book wet, darling-" (Yes, he's a "darling" kind of guy. It's sophisticated as he is. And you know he'd say it with that drawl of his and drag the word out. Sometimes in those more intimate moments, it sounds almost like a sultry purr with the way he says it, commanding all your attention.) "And if you do that, you know I'm going to have to punish you, hm?" You almost want it if it means he'd touch you where you want him, but you know that his punishments aren't necessarily fun. Yet still you like them all the same.

(They're more of funishments than punishments in this case- Please do know that funishments and punishments aren't the same, my dear little kinksters~ Since the reader actually enjoys these "punishments" a lot and they are done for their and Veritas' mutual gratification, it's a funishment. These are normally for bratting behavior while actual punishments are for serious things and are meant to actually discourage the behavior that earned you the punishment. Hopefully I explanied it well, lololol-)

But of course you continue to try and rouse his interest, touching him here and there. It reaches the point where you manage to wiggle your way between his arms, in front of his book. Not only does this block his view, but you're dripping water all over his book! (It was all of one or two droplets.) If you listened close enough, you'd probably have heard the sound of his reason breaking in that moment. Like you had poked a sleeping bear one too many times. (And some little part of himself that knew it was also partly because he also was getting into a mood was squashed. Of course it was just because you needed to be disciplined.)

"That's it. You want my attention, darling? Well now you have it.” There was something dark in his voice that sent a shiver down your back and made your nethers tingle in anticipation. He snapped the book closed and set it on the table by the bathtub almost gently, a stark contrast between how his voice sounded and how he was looking at you. He'd tilt his head and consider you, seemingly thinking about how best to punish you for your transgressions. "Hands on my shoulders and do not move them. Color?" Veritas was launching right into it, huh? "Green." "Good."

With hands on his strong shoulders, you watched him with eyes darting around his form to try and figure out what he'd do. Your question was answered by a hand gripping your hip and another dragging down between your breasts, then over your belly, then stopping on your mound. He didn't move any lower, fingers thrumming there just above where you wanted him. Teasing. "I can see your cunt drooling from here. Was she just so hungry that you couldn't be good and hold it until we were out of the tub?" Heat bloomed in your cheeks as he spoke. "Should I punish her? Hm?" Veritas gave your wetness a few light slaps, just enough to make you jolt but not enough to do more than just barely sting. "No- It isn't her fault she's so empty and wanting. But it is your fault that you couldn't be obedient and wait. Isn't that right, my cute little slut?" He whispered in your ear, leaned forward to curl possessively over you while his fingers slipped down to trace around your twitching hole as it tried to suck his finger in.

"Mmmmm..." he hummed lowly, the sound vibrating against you where your chests were pressed together. He kissed the spot beneath your ear before his lips marked a path down your neck, sucking and nipping marks into the tender flesh there. Just as he reached the junction between your neck and shoulder, he suddenly sunk his teeth in and thrusted two fingers into you at the same time. Veritas had sneakily wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you still right before so you weren't able to squirm away from his teeth or his fingers that now plunged in and out of you, agonizingly slow after that fast, rough entry.

The man pressed a kiss to your new bitemark before sliding the hand of the arm around your waist up your back to latch onto your nape and hold you still for a kiss. He chuckled into it as you attempted to fight him for dominance, your tongues clashing. Ultimately, he won and was now devouring your mouth, licking into it with fervor.

At some point, his fingers began to speed up. Veritas was fingerfucking you with his palm slapping against your throbbing clit. And right as you felt yourself begin that climb- He slowed down, his thrusts going back to a leisurely rhythm. He swallowed the whine that left your throat, smirking into the kiss you were still locked in. As he pulled away, he looked incredibly smug. "Thought it would be that easy? Of course not. This is a punishment.”

He did this another time, bringing you close to the rise of pleasure (not at all that close to your peak, though) before going frustratingly slowing. The third time, however... It didn't seem that he was going to stop, and you felt it build and build inside you like a white hot flame. And right as you were reaching the end... He spanked you and ripped his fingers out, sending you over the edge but ruining your orgasm. It had tears beading in your eyes. Fuck did that make him want to fuck you absolutely stupid, but he had more control than that. Your punishment was far from over.

He soothingly ran his hand over your back as you leaned into him, body shivering. "Color?" Through your panting breaths, you managed a weak, "Green." "Good girl." He didn't let you rest any longer, manhandling you into a new position. Now you were leaned over the edge of the tub with your hands keeping you from falling out, Veritas behind you. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to take it all like a good girl, right?" At first you thought he was talking to you, but then he caressed your slit and cooed at it. That mixed sense of shame and arousal shot through you and had you clenching around nothing, making Veritas laugh condescendingly. "So honest..."

Again he started out slow, the sensual slide of his cock inside of your pussy making you close your eyes to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. But he was faster to ramp things up now that he'd already edged you and ruined one of your orgasms. It may or may not have also been because he was quite ready to slake his own lust with your body.

The only reason you didn't slam your face into the tub's edge or fall out was Veritas' grip on you when he grabbed both of your wrists and pulled your arms behind your back. You felt a hand slide into your hair and then he was thrusting into you hard, the slap of his hips slamming into your ass loud in the confined space of the bathroom. It was obscene the way you could even hear the wet sound of his cock going in and out of you amplified by the natural acoustics of said bathroom. "You like hearing how well you take me, slut? I certainly do. It's filthy. Fitting-"

Your hips are bruising from them being pressed onto the edge of the tub, bumping into it with almost every thrust. It hurt but fuck did it all feel so good because he was pressing against your sweet spot every time he fucked into your wet hole.

The hand pulling your head back by your hair let go only to wrap around your throat and pull you up so your back pressed against his chest. "Fuck you sound like such a whore right now. Are you my good little whore? Just for me?" Of course you couldn't answer because your mind was blank from his hand pressing just right to cut off some of that blood flow. Oh and because he had also just tilted his hand to cut off your air. He held for a bit, waiting until your vision was a bit fuzzy at the edges before letting you breathe, the feeling of the air rushing back into your lungs making you dizzy. You felt so close you could scream- And then you nearly did when he pulled out and stopped your orgasm.

His hands let go of you and you nearly keeled over, but he caught you. With an arm around your waist, you couldn't tell what he was doing behind you until you heard the slick sound of him fisting his cock. Right as he began cumming, he slammed back into you to fill you with it while biting down hard on the back of your neck. Another bite to mark you as his.

Veritas then pulled out so the last few spurts of cum would paint your labia in white, marking you inside and out with his spend.

You could feel the frustrated tears pouring down your face as you felt your burning arousal festering in your belly and the mix of embarrassment and thrill at his actions. Fuck this man would be the end of you. He unlatched from your neck to lean forward and lick the tears off your face with a hum. "You look so pretty like this..." He patted your ass before that same hand was sliding down to open you up using your pussy lips as he leaned back to watch as the cum he poured into you began to slip out.

Scooping up the cum that had dribbled out, he fingered it back in, purposefully tapping at your gspot a few times. He then pulled the white covered fingers out and petted your clit, playing with it a little before bringing it to your face. "Clean them off." Your tongue kitten licked some of it off before he was shoving them in your mouth. You gagged a little, drooling over his fingers while weakly sliding your tongue over them to clean them of the cum clinging to them.

"Good girl," he praised with a kiss to your jaw before he let out a sigh. "I'm going to sit you on my cock and finish my reading. Color?" "Green, fuck-" "That's a good pet."

Warming his cock while leaned forward to rest your arms on the lip of the tub while your head rested on those was hard. You desperately wanted to cum, but you now were willing to be obedient to get what you wanted. You weren't sure how much more punishment you could take. It didn't help that he had an arm resting on the back of your hips, slung over them as he leaned on you a bit while his other arm rested atop the other one. That hand was holding up his book. He wasn't touching you besides that and your ass resting in the cradle of his hips, cock deep inside your pussy which still fluttered around his thickness occasionally. Every time you squirmed he would spank you with a pointed look before going back to his book, ignoring you entirely. Any whining or talking would be met with the same treatment.

He checked in on you after a bit. "Color?" "...yellow." His demeanor changed immedately. Petting your side, he eased you back to lean against him once more. "What's wrong, baby?" He typically saved that endearment for intimate moments alone together and times like this where you might need reassurance. "I wanna see your face... wanna hold you." It seemed you might be a bit sensitive, now, after being punished for a while and needed that from him. "Of course, baby. Your punishment is almost over. I'll let you come soon and we can continue in the bedroom, hm?" You loved this man. "Okay." He kissed your forehead. "Good girl."

He slipped out, making you whine. It was met with a chuckle and he helped you turn around to slide into his lap again, this time facing him.

Veritas pulled you to rest against him, tucking you into his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Once you both were settled in, he went back to reading. He still ignored you, but it wasn't so bad this time.

You knew he was done when he set his book on the table again.

He settled his grip on your hips before going straight into fucking up into you hard and fast, what cum was still left in you from his cock plugging it in you aiding the slide of dick in and out of you. He fucked you and played with you until you felt like you couldn't think straight. Even when he asked you questions, knowing you couldn't answer, you weren't quite sure what you said. Whether it was even coherent or not.

"Such a cute, dumb girl for me."

As you came around his cock again, you moaned as you felt the warmth of his cum in you. "Did so, so good for me. Such a good girl." Veritas gave you some time to come down from your high before asking. "Do you want to continue in the bedroom or are you finished for the night?" "...m' done." "Alright, baby." He gave you some more time before cleaning you up and draining the tub. Another kiss was pressed to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. "Let's go to bed, darling. I'll take care of you."

Lololol hopefully you like it. 🙏

If there’s any typos or if it doesn’t make sense somewhere… Your honor my client claims “oopsie daisy”. It’s me. The client is me, your honor-

[froggibus]

Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)

“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)

Genre: fluff/kinda crack?

CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)

been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!

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Cassidy:

“what kinda question is that??”

looks at you in flabbergastation 

you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 

“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”

a jar????

now you’re the flabbergasted one 

jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 

what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??

somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm

somehow finds one?? 

keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm

even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”

weirdly wholesome experience would try again

Reaper

“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”

he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 

would he love you as a worm? 

“what kind of worm”

what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 

obviously the pink wriggly kind 

he has to ponder this 

sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm

“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”

????

“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”

more pondering 

“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”

better than any response you could have expected but would not try again

Genji

“would we still have sex”

please hit this man

he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 

“why would you be a worm tho”

just answer the question, Genji

green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 

will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??

“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”

“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>

“that too”

at least he’s honest?

exactly as you expected, would not try again

Zenyatta

“a worm? like the insect?”

“yes? what other worms are there”

considers this

“is everything okay?”

poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 

please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm

goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take

honestly so wholesome + cute 

“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”

good enough would try again

Ramattra 

“No”

way to sugarcoat it, babe

it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap

“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”

you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm

talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 

says he would “put you out of your misery”????

“you would KILL ME?!”

“as an act of honour”

babe….

0/10 would not try again

Hanzo

“why”

idk bro just answer the question 

lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose

“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 

only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm

probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 

“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”

has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 

lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 

“…yes”

cute in the end but would not try again 

Lucio:

“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”

that’s not the question 

somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 

he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 

“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”

“ok and??”

says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil

“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”

makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 

honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again

Baptiste:

“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”

honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 

“but what if I want to be a worm”

“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”

fair enough

insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 

makes a lot of jokes at your expense too

finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 

“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”

“love is a strong word”

good enough, would not try again

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

Gn or fem reader x Anya NSFW HC or one-shots (whichever you prefer)

Showering Anya (with consent 😌) with love but it slowly turns intimate, which she doesn’t mind.

Or something like that, I haven’t requested anything nsfw before. I’m sorry if my thoughts did not come across correctly

Showering HCs | Anya NSFW

Sure thing hun! ☁️

A/N: wait fuck I realized you meant showering Anya not showering WITH Anya. Feel free to re-request if this is not to your liking! AFAB btw!

NSFW under the cut!

I honeslty think the first time you and Anya shower as a couple I think that's when her flirty side tends to come out.

She has an idea of various common erogenous zones across the human body, so you bet this is the time she wants to try them out.

When she's washing your hair, she'll let a finger graze your neck and along your ear, and she pays close attention to the little reactions you give under her touch.

I don't think Anya would be particularly fond of receiving in the shower since I get the vibe it might feel a little too claustrophobic for her to really get into the mood for receiving, but she loves the effect of watching you relax under a nice shower while being able to add her touch into it.

She does pay close attention, and she'll check in with you before hopping in with you to see how you're feeling about it and vice versa since showering is a deeply private and vulnerable time in everyone's day.

When you give Anya the go-ahead once hygiene has been taken care of. Expect her, you gentle corale, you to the corner or a wall in the shower, and nudge your body into a position where she can support you against the slippery walls.

OR another favorite of hers is having you away from the stream of water, so you get a little chilly while she gets down on her knees. She'll lift one of your legs onto her shoulder and eat you out like that. Forcing you to shiver and rely on her warmth from below.

Avid handholder during most cases of intimacy. Steamy shower sessions included.

Anya loves when she's behind you and teases you to where you grab her hand and guide her motions to where you need her most. Gives her a special feeling of being wanted and needed (this also plays into part of what she loves about being a nurse)

A silly headcanon is that I feel like Anya spaces out if she catches glances of your chest. Small or big, her eyes are locked on and engaged and the way she plays with them almost makes you laugh until she brings her mouth to them.

God what she can do with that tongue goodness gracious 😳

Loves hearing your sounds bounce across the bathroom walls. She ABSoLUTELY loves hearing how much her touch does to you and is very pleased she can get to you an earth shattering release like that.

Sometimes, if she's feeling particularly naughty, she'll push you into more than one orgasm. She's got a thing for overstimulating her partner if they're up for it. She just wants to see and hear you fall apart

A/N: Honestly someone please request SFW versions of this too bc I want to write MORE ✍️ ALSO that mean anon that's harassing my pages really brought me back from the dead to post something at 5AM hope everyone enjoys!

[st4r-th0ughts]

.☘︎ ݁˖ to-write list

I need the pressure of the public to write my fics /j I welcome reminders but pls don’t harass me for a certain draft

❤️> nsfw/ suggestive territory

🖤> dark content/ possible dead dove do not eat

💛> headcannons/ short drabbles

🩶> angst

🤍> fluff, lighter hearted

݁˖ req!

@kuniihoonii aventurine x gn! reader ❤️🤍 (body worship, gentle sex) I’m so sorry I’m being slow I’ve lost interest in hsr for a while

@rxzennia aventurine x gn! reader ❤️ (finger choking, rough sex) the duality of the two aven req is amusing

🕳️ anon welt yang x m! reader ❤️ (aphrodisiac induced sex, age gap)

݁˖ personal writings!

mk11 x Shinnok’s Spawn reader intro pt.3 🩶💛

mk11 x Shinnok’s Spawn reader intro pt.4 🩶💛

mk1 Liu Kang (plat), Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden and Kenshi x various readers 🤍

Mk11 and Shinnok’s Spawn reader relationship chart (romantic Takeda and Jacqui) 💛

two versions of you fucking hsr men (Mydei, Phainon, Anaxa, Sunday, and Aventurine) ❤️💛

collared sex with aventurine ❤️💛

݁˖ song lyric fic!

You hate that you want me. (Mk1 Kenshi x m! Former mercenary reader) ❤️🩶🤍

Cause you can be the beauty and I can be the monster. (Mk1 Liu Kang x amab! fox deity! Medic reader) ❤️

I knew you in another life. (Mk1, Union of Light and Order of Darlness Liu Kang and adopted child reader) 🩶🤍

I feel so fucking numb. (Mk1 Liu Kang and mind controlled adopted child reader) 🩶

Seek them out now one by one. (Liu Kang and adopted child reader and reader’s evil twin apparently) 🤍(it’s only a smidge bit comedic tbh) 🩶

I said, ‘I miss you so… bad.’ (Mk11 aftermath! Liu Kang and aftermath! Shinnok’s Spawn reader) 🩶

In another life, I would be your boy. (Mk11/ Mk1 m! oc x m! Reader) 🩶

Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave. (Order of Darkness Kenshi x mk1 former mercenary reader) 🩶

You have died to this world. (Mk1 Scorpion and Harumi x destined sacrifice reader) 🩶

The Sun asked the moon to marry them. (Separate Lin Kuei Trio x reader, who is the Sun and moon in the relationship?) 🤍💛

Love is not for me, I lost my heart quite some time ago. (Yakuza! Kenshi x mercenary reader) ❤️🩶(just a bit, it’s more of Kenshi wallowing in self pity)

When I’m fucked up that’s the real me. (Mk11 Revenant Liu Kang x fox healer reader) ❤️🖤(? Does fucking rev Liu count as necro? Anyway he does freaky shit) 🩶 (reader misses their actual Liu)

And now that I’m without your kisses, I’ll be needing stitches. (Sektor and Bi Han x former Lin Kuei reader) 🩶

As the world caves in. (Mk1 characters x tragic fated reader, how they react when you pass) 🩶

A convenient child, I don’t want my life to end. (Mk1 Liu Kang and Chaos infected! adopted child reader) 🩶

Kisses to my exes who don’t give a shit about me. (Wushi academy Kenshi x mercenary reader) 🤍 (despite the title it’s more of reader being a pathetic puppy trying to get Kenshi back)

Dear Witches, when I get to Heaven. (Reformed Shadow Milk Cookie x Redeemed Beast Reader) 🤍🩶

Papa, ooh, I don’t wanna die, but sometimes wished I’ve never been born at all. (Cecil and possessed child reader) PRIORITY 🩶

>still finding a song<

Truthless Recluse x Ancient reader 🩶❤️(?)

Mark Varients x Cecil’s child reader 🤍❤️(?)

alternate cecil x doc reader x cecil ❤️💛

comic cecil and child reader (comic spoilers, post possession fic) 🩶

Cecil’s child variants and Cecil 🤍

GDA director! child reader and og Cecil 🩶

[wriothesleybear]

Helping Wriothesley relieve his stress

~summary: You want to help your stressed boyfriend relax by giving him a massage, but it turns into something more..

~a/n: I realized I messed up the previous massage anon request 7 hours after posting it. So I will repost this version of reader giving Wrio a massage and write a whole new one where Wrio gives the reader a massage. I'm so sorry to the anon who requested it!😭 I will make a new one and post it soon!I promise🥺❤️

~warnings: Massage that turns into sex, grinding, hand job, blow job, cursing, a bit of consensual face fucking, mentions of cum, tried to do gn!reader, MDNI!

Word count: 1,069 words ;)

Sitting on his lower back near his hips, your hands glide over the expanse of your boyfriend's muscular back, gently massaging every sore muscle. You add more pressure to the parts that are the most tense, making your boyfriend moan from the relaxing massage you were giving him. You noticed how stressed and overworked Wrio has been lately so once he finally had free time, you suggested giving him a massage. He had no reason to decline an opportunity for you to pamper him and give him your undivided attention. Just the gentle touch of your fingertips was enough to send shivers down his spine but when you started to explore more of his back, he couldn't help himself from getting a bit turned on.

Your next main focus was his buff arms. You were able to massage one side of his arms but not the rest. You removed yourself from his back, moving to sit beside him. Confused from your weight suddenly disappearing, he opened his eyes and looked at you. "Turn around on your back Wrio so I can massage your arms better." He listened and gladly flipped over. You moved yourself back onto of him, now straddling the front of his hips. While getting into a more comfortable position, you didn't notice that you slightly rubbed against his crotch. He slightly sucks in a breath, which went unnoticed by you. You grab one of his arms and begin massaging starting from his bicep. Although you looked focused and calm on the outside, you couldn't help yourself from getting naughty thoughts while massaging your boyfriend's body. You slowly work your way down his arm towards his hands. You make sure to spend extra time massaging his hands, given he uses them the most for fighting. He notices the soft texture of your hands against his calloused ones. While thinking about the feeling of your hands on his hands and body, his mind wanders to your hands massaging other things..

You could feel a hardness below your ass. You know it's his cock getting hard but you don't say anything. You finish with his arm and move on to the other one. Every now and then you would move around on top of him, making up an excuse about you just trying to get comfortable. In actuality, you were trying to grind on his bulge that would just get harder and harder the more you grind and massaged. You couldn't lie. You were getting a little turned on yourself as well. Once you finished with his arms, you move your hands to his chest. Starting from the middle, you rub up to his neck then back down towards his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his chiseled abs and pecks. Your fingers tease the band of his pants. Fingers trailing above it, sometimes slipping inside them and snapping the pant's band to tease him. You look up and make eye contact with him. You both notice the desire and lust in each other's eyes, knowing you both want the same thing.

You place your hands back on his stomach and move yourself right above his crotch as he places his hands on your hips. You start grinding, slowly rubbing yourself on him, circling your hips and adding pressure. Wrio guides you by the hips, helping you set a desired pace to give you both more pleasure. You keep eye contact with him and quietly moan as the lust grows more. He growls lowly as he feels your wetness soaking through your underwear, staining his pants. You quicken your pace causing him to close his eyes and groan as his head falls back on the pillow. You can tell he's getting close. You still your hips, causing him to open his eyes and look at you. He's confused and disappointed that you stopped. You smile. "Don't worry. I'll help you finish. Just in another more pleasurable way."

You hook your fingers on the band of his pants and pull them down. His cock springs out. The cold air hitting his hot, red tip makes him hiss. You bend down, face close to his cock and wrap a hand around it. The massage oil still covers your hand, making it easier to jerk his cock. The pace starts off slow as you twist your hand up and down his cock, making sure to add extra pressure on his tip. He groans and whispers "more." You giggle. "As you wish." You remove your hand and replace it with your warm mouth. You tease the tip of his cock with your tongue, then wrap your lips around the head and suck. He watches closely as you slowly take him into your mouth and down your throat. "Fuck, that's good," he moans as you begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. He rests his hand on the back of your head and gently guides you. He enjoys the beautiful view of you sucking his cock, not wanting to look away and miss a second of it. Eventually his head falls back on the pillow again and moans when the tightness of your throat and the warmth of your mouth drives him crazy. The pace you're going at isn't enough though. He pushes on your head, urging you to quicken your pace. You moan around his cock, sending tingles up his spine. He finally loses control when you begin massaging his balls, adding more pleasure. He growls and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding your head in place and thrusts up into your mouth. You relax your throat to prevent yourself from gagging and breathe through your nose as you let him use your mouth as he pleases.

He finally falls over the edge, moaning as his cum fills your throat. You happily swallow what he gives you. His thighs twitch as he feels your throat swallow and tighten around his cock, overstimulating him. You remove your mouth with a pop, breathing heavily. "How was that for a massage?" You giggle. He smirks, petting your head. "Good. I feel like all the stress has left my body." You get up but notice his cock is still hard. "Are you sure? I think your thighs are still a little tense as well as your cock." You tease. "Well, I wouldn't mind another massage," he says as he rubs your thighs. "Anything for you."

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Omg thank you for writing for Hal!! I’m honestly in love with your writing, especially since you’re writing for some characters that don’t have too much x reader content, you do us all a service! After reading your dom Hal post, I immediately thought that he would definitely use his ring if you were being difficult, whether to bind and maneuver you to whatever position he likes, or making a copy of himself to stuff your throat while he rails you from behind, or just creating sex toy constructs to edge you until you’re begging for his real dick—

Anyway! Yay comic men are my fav!! 💚(Pls forgive my degeneracy…)

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓…

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, dom Hal, heavy non-con elements, bindings, gags, mentions of biting, spit-roasting, edging, vibrators.

No, cuz what do you mean I’m the only person writing for some of these characters, SOBS. I guess I gotta be the one to feed the masses.

Your degeneracy pleases me. I couldn’t think too much about his ring initially, cuz then I started getting some yan reader thoughts, but let’s finally get into it.

Yes. Binds are a must. Sometimes, he’ll preemptively use his ring to hold you still even when he’s just talking you into it. This is very prevalent if you’re particularly defiant; you squirming against glowing green chains as Hal sits next to you on the bed, gently petting your thigh and offering sweet words of encouragement.

“Come on, sweetheart. How long has it been since you felt good, hm? I can do that for you… just stop fighting. You know it’s useless.”

Shibari rope constructs? Yeah. Shibari rope constructs. Hal likes to tie you up as intricately as possible, drinking in how the emerald light bounces off your skin. Don’t ever say Hal Jordan isn’t a creative man. His imagine is very vivid when it comes to you.

I can also see him constructing gags. Not to hide your sounds; he doesn’t give a shit who hears. Rather, if you have a tendency to bite him, he’d rather not deal with that while manhandling you around. Does that make him a hypocrite? Maybe. But it’s different when he bites you. It’s a way to mark you, to taste you. When you do it, you’re just trying to get him to stop, and like hell he’s letting that happen.

God. Being spit-roasted by Hal Jordan and a copy of him. Anon, you are nasty. Good work. A-plus. He’s obviously putting the construct version on the mouth side, because A.) no biting his dick off, please, and B.) he goes apeshit for back shots. As much as he likes to take you from behind and shove your face into the mattress/cushions/ground, he has to admit, taking you from behind and hearing you choke on his dick just hits different.

Hal 100% edges as a manipulation tactic. You don’t want him? Fine. Not only is he taking what he wants anyways, but you’re also not getting your release. Let’s see if you still don’t want him after he has you in tears from his vibrator constructs. After fucking hours of this shit, his cock in you will be a damn mercy.

Being a Lantern is great. So many ways to keep a darling in line in your literal fingertips.

[ciginatree]

Scars- Vinny Mauro x gn!reader

Anon Request: could you write something about Vinny seeing his partner's sh scars for the first time?

Content Warnings: mention of self harm, self harm scars, angst, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: I scrapped a lot of different versions of this story. This one was difficult to write due to everyone's sh experiences being different, so I did the best I could with the experiences I've had myself. I hope this reaches whoever needs it right now <3

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.

You shuffle into his bedroom, his foot kicking the door closed as you stumble along the carpet. The heated kiss barely falters as Vinny grabs your waist and pulls you closer, moaning into your mouth. You grab at his hair, chest flush against his. He breaks the kiss to pull off your zip up jacket, reconnecting with you the second it hits the ground. Your arms wrap back around his neck, fingernails lightly scratching at the flesh beneath his hairline.

“Fuck, baby,” Vinny mumbles into your lips. He pecks kisses down your jaw to your neck to suck and bite as you moan. After a minute of him caressing your neck with his lips, he pulls back to look at you. His lips are ticked up and parted, breath heavy as his eyes trail over your face. His gaze flicks down your torso and he freezes.

“Vin?” You follow his eyes and realization hits you like a block of ice. “Shit, I’m sorry, I-” tears start to fill your eyes as you pull away and lunge for your jacket. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it as he gently grabs your wrist to stop you. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He pulls you back to him, wrapping both strong arms around your shoulders. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he whispers again. 

You lean into him, trying to hold back the tears, but the way he gently shushes you tips you over the edge. Tears drip from your eyes in an unbridled flow and you sniff into his chest. Your arms are squished between the two of you, it’s a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. His arms stay securely around you for a few moments as he ever so slightly rocks you back and forth. You pull away first, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. You grab your jacket regardless of his reassurance and slip it over your body, sitting on the edge of his bed. He sits next to you, leaving nearly a foot of space. You look at your hands, unsure how to proceed. In all honesty, you feel like running out the doorway and never speaking to him again. You’ve never been good about sharing things like this, preferring to keep it to yourself. People never really know how to react when they see the scars that are obviously self inflicted. They always infuse an air of tension and taboo into the room and everyone opts to ignore it lest they overreact. 

“When was the last time you- uh…you know? I’m sorry I shouldn’t ask-” 

“It’s okay,” you cut in. “It’s been a few weeks, maybe a month and a half; I don’t really remember,” you mumble.

“Do you- do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head, arms still crossed over your stomach. Vinny looks away from you to the floor. He takes a breath, about to speak, before closing his mouth and swallowing the words. Your eyes start to water again and he looks back to you when a small whimper of a hiccup escapes from your throat. “Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Vinny can see your resolve crumbling and he scoots closer, wrapping a tender arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him once more.

“I’m sorry I ruined the moment,” you sob and his heart aches for you.

“You didn’t ruin anything, baby,” he says sympathetically. “I’d be perfectly happy just sitting in silence with you if that’s what you wanted.” He supports you as you cry for a few short minutes, not bothering to say anything more until you straighten up, eyes itchy and sore. He takes a piece of your sweatshirt between his thumb and index finger. “Can I take this off, sweetheart?”

Reluctantly, you nod, slipping your arms through the sleeves and leaving it discarded on the bed. With your head turned away, you don’t notice Vinny’s hand raise, running the tips of his fingers over the scars. Some are more healed than others, some almost faded completely. He feels the differing texture, mapping it with his hand. With a quick glance to your regretful face, he leans in, pressing his lips across the marks. 

You gasp, head craning to look at him. He trails his right arm to your waist, squeezing it reassuringly. He kissed every scar like he would lose you if he didn’t, as if his wet lips could soothe and heal the wounds until they disappeared completely. His eyes are closed, brows creased together like hands in prayer as his kisses trail along your arm to any blemish he could find. To anything in his reach you might be insecure about. He leaves one last lingering peck on your shoulder before resting his forehead against it. 

“I’m sorry you ever had to feel like this. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you did,” he says in a penitent whisper. Your hand travels to cradle his head, cheek pressing into his mousy hair. He removes himself from your shoulder to kiss your lips. He kisses you tenderly, pouring all his protection and love into you through it with a soft yielding noise. When he breaks the kiss all he wants to do is hold you. He pulls back the gray comforter adorning his bed and lowers you down onto his chest, arms securely around you. 

“Promise me you’ll let me know if you ever feel like that again, yeah?”

“Promise.”

“Good.” He kisses the top of your head. “I love you sweetheart, I don’t want you to feel like you have to go through anything alone. I don’t care how small or insignificant you think it is, I promise I’ll be there for you. And I don’t care if it’s two in the morning or if I’m out with friends. If you need me, I’ll be there, I promise.”

His fingers draw idle swirls on your arms as you lay together. The last trickles of evening sunlight ooze through the slats in the blinds, warming you both as your eyes grow tired. 

“Thank you, Vinny.”

“For what?” “For caring.”

Tags: @miss570 @rumoured-whispers @abiomens @Shilohrosechicken @joyofbebbanburg @exitwoundsx

[i-smoke-chapstick]

I was grazing through the jervis x reader tag when I stumbled across your account. I read over your rules and what fandoms(characters) you write for and was wondering if I could either get headcanons or just a story, whichever is easier, if Jervis tetch (Benedict Samuel’s version) spotting fem or gn reader who has dwarfism( and if you’re not sure with writing this, it can just be a really short reader), hanging about with Jim (Either can be Jim’s sibling or close friend up to you) and is instantly just “😍🫣”. This can be during the breakout episode with the j squad. He starts trying to get close to them without getting arrested by Jim, leaving rhyme like letters for them, flowers, etc. Reader takes the letters to Jim who instantly knows who it is cause who else rhymes like that? Reader is then unsure about Jervis’s actions, thinking they aren’t real feelings since he is technically mad and messed up in the head and they are hella shy and insecure for obvious reasons.

I just realized I’m reflecting a little here. Sorry 💀. Basically I have dwarfism and it’s lovely to read others interpretations on people who have it. Not just readers who are short but actually have the disability.

You can either continue from here or cut it to an ending btw. Sfw or NSFW is both fine with me. Thank ya tons! And I’ll understand if ya can’t or just don’t want too!

'WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW,

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X DWARF!READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Jervis is intrigued, obsessed, and very deeply in love.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x dwarf!female reader. Anon who sent this- thank you for entrusting me!! I absolutely love obsessed Jervis teehee. warning for pretty obsessive behavior. (jer has no sense of boundaries)

♫ “Tonight, you're mine completely. / Can I believe the magic of your sighs?” Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? by Amy Winehouse

You've heard the whispers from Jim. He's been freaking the fuck out, for lack of better words. Not just one mad man on the loose- but three. You tell him there's a mad men on the loose every other day...it's Gotham. He just sighs.

Three of the big bads escaped Arkham last night- only one of which who you'd met personally a few months back. Though, you remember it like it was yesterday.

You were in the GCPD with Gordan and Harvey when it happened. You typically avoided the place- the guys there were assholes. You heard all the same comments before, about how you looked. Thank god for Harvey and Jim- especially Harvey, who had chewed a cadet out for laughing.

Jim had holed himself up with a girl named Alice Tetch. He had advised you came to the GCPD that day, horrible idea, you had to admit. "It's for your own protection." He said, but had left you out of the interrogation room by yourself.

You facepalmed as you watched the officers do there work awkwardly. Every now and again you'd catch one staring and you'd grimace.

It came to a head when you heard a strange circus-like music playing. And then your jaw dropped when two wrestlers stood up on the desks, followed by the loud intercom of a voice overhead.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is with great excitement that we welcome you to our show..."

And then a cop fell from the top floor and splat on Harvey's desk. Yep. Great idea Jim.

You felt yourself shaking- watching the scene unfold before you in chaos and horror. You backed up into the door- unable to move or run.

Suddenly- turning to your left, a man came into your vision. You had to look up to see him; tall and dark with a top hat.

He cocked his head as he looked down on you, eyebrows pulled together. You swallowed, and after a beat of silence, a strange smile broke out on his face.

He seemed to be studying you, paused in his movements.

"Hello." He greeted, curtly. It was as though he was making a mental note of you. Before you knew it, you were being pushed to the side- and made his way right into the interrogation room.

You feared for Jim, but he always had it handled. So...you ran towards a back exit and booked it.

Your luck would have it that now, in the present, Jervis Tetch (that's what you eventually learned his name was) was fiending for a new obsession. That just happened to be you.

The Arkham breakout happened just earlier last night, and you've found numerous letters, flowers, even an antique pocket watch, and light blue dress tailored to your size. Every where you went in your day-to-day a gift was tastefully and subtly placed.

"With every beat, my soul's unrest,

In dreams of you, I am obsessed,

In Gotham's night, you're my desire,

My precious door-mouse, in this world of fire."

Okay- well, a bit cheesy. The letters read...interesting poems. You found it strangely flattering.

You hadn't figured who it was until you begrudgingly went back to the GCPD to tell Jim- who gaped at you. At first, he was hellbent that this was Jervis trying to lure you in, kill you as punishment for the whole Alice situation.

You too found the whole situation confusing. But as the days continued to go by with more and more and more unique gifts and oddly heartfelt poems, it was getting a tad too real.

No, Jervis was most definitely infatuated with you.

Now, you're in your apartment. And you hear a gentle knock at the door.

You open a single latch, allowing you to peak out the creak before letting the visitor in.

You have to look up once again to see him, and you're blood runs both cold and hot and the man. He must stand at least two feet taller than you- looking deep into your eyes with the smile of a gentleman.

"May I come in?" He chirps, gleefully. Against your better judgement, you step away from the door, standing on your toes to unlock it.

He makes his way in, hands clasped together. He scans your apartment, noting his gifts strewn about. Even the flowers he bought you in a vase. His smile widens.

"Hello, my dear." He turns to you, happily. "I see you've gotten my gifts."

"Um, yeah." You manage to speak, sucking your teeth and fidgeting. Before you know it, one of your small hands is being engulfed by his own. He kneels down before you, so you're on the same level.

"Well?" He prompts, squeezing your hand gently. "What do you think, my dear door-mouse?"

"They were....really nice, actually." You speak- and flinch out of his hold. His brows furrow when you do this.

The first thing to run through his mind is that you don't reciprocate the feelings of infatuation. That's how Alice was. He wouldn't have any qualms hypnotizing you, that's for sure. But it would be nice to be appreciated.

You can tell by the offended look on his face what he's thinking, and rush to explain.

"No, no! I...I loved them. I guess, I'm just not sure why you're interested in me?" You nod to yourself. Not just referencing your disability- but your lack of any real conversation with the man.

His face lights up again in understanding.

"Ah! Trivial, my dear. On the contrary, I find you maddeningly lovely." He speaks- and forces his hand onto yours again.

All you can do is nod- a million thoughts racing in your head. You're sure he's crazy, but you find it...kind of nice.

He's incredibly handsy, sitting on his knees in front of you, manhandling you a bit. Before you know it, he's pulling you into him, spouting words of affirmation and nuzzling into you like a cat.

Briefly, you think of what Jim might have to say if he finds out about this and tense.

You realize this is just the beginning.