#i might switch brushes u guys :(

[samsrosary]

since some posts abt sastiel blood drinking have been going around

[meanbossart]

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Hi, I'm RJ (Male, 27 years old) I'm a -usually- horror oriented artist and collaborator alongside my partner and better-half @barbatusart, though I'm currently on a Baldur's Gate 3/DnD streak with both my art and writing, specifically centered around the Dark Urge I created for my campaign and his antics, so that's most of what you will find here!

I want to leave a warning right here that I occasionally venture into delicate topics in regards to character lore and history - though none of it strays too far from what the game already delves into and I try to give a heads-up ahead of time whenever I feel like something might catch someone off-guard otherwise.

PATREON WHERE I POST WIPS, SKETCHES, UNRELEASED ART, ALL OF MY NSFW CONTENT, ETC : patreon.com/meanbossart/

BLUESKY WHERE I PUT UP FULL VERSIONS OF *SOME* OF THE NSFW THAT I CAN'T POST HERE: bsky.app/profile/meanbossart.bsky.social

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PSA: I get a lot of asks and I'm slow to go through them, please don't take it personally :U

Anyway, here's the guy of the hour:

🚨FAQ BELOW🚨

Q: Does your Durge have a name? A: Nope! I named him "drow" when I played the game because I didn't feel like thinking up anything special. His lack of a name has become part of the character's lore and you will find him to always be tagged with "DU drow", or referred to as The Drow or just Drow.

Q: Where can I read your BG3 fan-fiction? And what is it about? A: Right here! The main plot follows DU Drow, Astarion, and Shadowheart on a new adventure that fractures into a couple of different directions, but mainly focuses on the aftermath of the spawn that Astarion has released and the personal development of the main cast, alongside a number of original characters that get involved in the narrative. My goal was to create a kind of "DLC" experience, so you can expect a lot of themes that parallel the main game.

Q: Can I draw one of your characters, a scene from your story, or any of your characters interacting with mine/other characters? And can it be NSFW in nature? A: YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN, AND I'LL BE DELIGHTED TO SEE IT IF YOU CARE TO SHARE. I'm equally fine with NSFW as long as everyone involved (in the art and otherwise) is an adult.

Q: What drawing software/tablet/brushes do you use? A: I draw on a Wacom Cintiq 22, using Clip Studio Pro. I switch around brushes quite often but most of what I use comes from the DAUB super-bundle by Paolo Limoncelli.

Q: Where can I find more of your work? A: You can find mine and my partner's comics here, but please bear in mind that most of it is highly violent stuff and you should read the content warnings on the store page carefully before making any purchases - if in doubt of whether or not any of it could be detrimental to your mental health, DON'T BUY IT. Stay safe!

Q: Do you take commissions? A: I am not currently taking any new commission inquiries, sorry!

[shinjisdone]

Female! MC and Friends - Deuce Spade

[What's it like to hang out with Deuce and be dragged into his Events as a female]

(Very much and I mean very much and I mean super duper, incredibly unbelievably, HUMONGUSLY AND GIGANTICALLY based on my oc's reaction)

Oh, sweet, sweet Deuce.

Your meeting may have been rocky and awkward but he quickly grew on you as he realized that he can be himself around you without any judgement. He's sweet and thoughtful, a bit dumb but such a great guy that it is impossible to dislike him.

Though it was really, uh, surprising to find out that the guy who first wouldn't look you in the eye, would stand frozen in your presence or stutter like crazy because he doesnt know how to be around girls, to vehemently threaten to beat two guys black and blue for cracking eggs - and never did you think he'd become one of your closest friends.

You consider him your best friend and vice versa (but don't tell Ace or Grim).

As much as you enjoy being around him, this...'gap' that he has of switching between a hard-working good boy and straight up delinquent is...uh...

Well, you do end up in odd situations due to it.

At Helloween...

At Helloween, Deuce was eager to show his best.

No matter your costume, Deuce will let you know that you look good - er, scary!

Even if it objectively sucks and Ace is laughing at you, Deuce will compliment the effort you put into it! That's what counts!

If you dress up in a way that's anything but scary (maybe stylish, cool or cute?) then Deuce might be...confused? It's Helloween. You're supposed to be scary.

Like; You could be the cutest witch or the trendiest ghoul but Deuce is like ???? Where's the blood and gore??? Where scary???

Will support your decision no matter what though even if he doesn't get it!

But when he gets possesed during the night, crying and calling for his mother, you were concerned and maybe a bit weirded out.

"Would you like to talk?" You place a hand on his shoulder and he's grateful for it, though too embarrassed to show it.

Once everything is settled and normal, you talk before Deuce feels good enough to go out there again.

Maybe there's more to discuss but he's happy you were so considered. Might be squealing inside and tear up (Deuce no, you just stopped crying) before wiping it off and proclaiming to be the scariest monster tonight! He'll scare the shit out of everyone, they'll forget what happened earlier!

Might invite you to trick-and-treating. Well, it's Helloween and it's fun and you are his b-best fr-friend, so...

Whether you can do that or not, be sure to share some sweets with him (those with eggs or egg-shaped will make him happy!) After your spooky tour.

If you are spooked easily, Deuce will first be like "??? For real?" But then explain to you that no one really wants to do you harm. It's all in good fun!

But...if someone takes it too far with scaring you, be sure that delinquent!Deuce will teach 'em a lesson! Switches his personality real quick, good boy to 'haaAAAH? WHAT DID U SAY TO HER?!" real quick.

Goes full into his scary costume persona and threatens people to bury them alive.

When others try to brush it off as a joke or him just playing his role, they are playing with fire. Deuce is more serious than they think.

'Dude...calm down, you're living the role a bit too much!'

'Hah? A gravekeeper gotta do his duty and yer being too loud for a corpse...'

You're his best friend...he won't allow anyone to talk to you or mess with you like that!

Plus, Deuce is especially protective of you since you are a girl.

Please stop him before he ruins Helloween (and worse, Riddle finds out...)

Haunted house? Sure, Sounds like fun! Let's go, my besuto furendo! Ah, but don't tell Ace and Grim, they're just gonna keep making fun of you two and ruin the atmosphere by 'booohing~' all over the place, thinking they're scary.

Deuce would enjoy it much more with only you two. :)

Cmon, lets take this haunted house on!

He first says with great vigor but feels himself get unnerved real quickly by all these effects and spells.

N-no, he aint scared! N-n-not at all, what are ya talking about????

Will jump silently at each spook and unwittingly get closer to your side. Please don't tease him OR promise to protect him. He's not scared after all! HE'S NOT!

If YOU get scared, Deuce got a problem. He says he'll look out for you no problem...! But has to act like he's not pissing his pants as well...!

Gets kinda in front of but also next to you, holding his fists up. Eerily quiet as he acts like a Bodyguard while trying not to squeak in fear.

However, if somehow something's targeting you especially, Deuce will once again go into delinquent mode.

Screaming profanities while also shaking to the bone. HUUUHHH? W-Whaddya think you're doing, t-targeting his best f-friend! Don't get on his nerves...!

Really wants to get out of there.

At New Year's...

You make sure to keep being a regular for him and be his gREATEST SUPPORT AND FAN, YOU WILL BUY EVERY PRODUCT HE RECOMMENdS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW FAR YOU WILL GO FOR DEUCE

My man is so humbled and touched, like he just wants to keep giving you discount after discount with the goofiest smile. Sam has to stop him before he loses profit.

Will. Do. His. Very. Best. Until dawn. Deuce feels so supported by you, he feels like he could carry mountains!

Shows off his new Yukata to you. Did you know that you can hide things in those sleeves? And look how many layers these clothes have! Really interesting, he never has worn something like a Yukata before so he gushes about his experiences of it with you.

Oh, would you like to wear one, too? Sam can surely prepare one. Oh, would you like a kimono instead?

Looks forward to your visits - ahem, patronage! Sam probably told him how to speak with customers so he puffs out his chest, clears his throat and adresses you with 'Miss' or Ma'am' (the latter you found funny. Bro, we are both first-years.). He might play his role really well and bow to you and recomend you things that a 'Miss' like you might want or need. It's humoring but there's a chance he might slip up and talk to you like usual.

If old-school stuff like that makes you laugh, it makes his experience as a shop clerk 100% better. Hearing you giggle recruits his spirit on times where he feels tired.

Might get all sappy and genuinely thank you for the support, not only as a customer but for all that you've done for him this year. He looks forward to the next...! And hopes you'll still be there with him.

When he cooks...

People will keep you from being the judge because they just know, THEY JUST KNOW you're gonna be nice to Deuce even if he presented you actual garbage on a plate.

No judging for you! Giving a nine for a undercooked dish with bits of eggshells in it is lying, dummy.

Nevertheless, you cheer Deuce on! Ace sarcastically calls you his 'cheerleader'. And you can bet Deuce turns his head and cheers back with a big grin, waving around the utensil in his hand (he's getting food all over the place and the stove is burning - but his homie is cheering him on!)

If there are leftovers, Deuce will give them to you. Now you have to be nice because he's really looking forward to your critique and will take it very much to heart.

Will keep on improving his cooking skills and chooses you as his judge everytime. It's nice to get extra free food but you're always being nice...Ace says he can't improve like that when you aren't honest. He's right but...you can't crush that big hopeful glint in his eyes, look at him 🥺

Besides, Deuce kinda gets fired up and extra careful when thinking of making food for you. It's extra motivation. It hits different when he makes things for people he cares about; his mom, grandma, friends and you.

Ngl, he has preferances and really likes to make things for you as thanks for always sticking by him. Sometimes Deuce believes he doesnt deserve it.

Expect a lot of egg dishes.

When YOU cook for him or in general, man, prepare to have him be fired up!

A five-course meal? A bento box? Or a simple sandwich? It would not matter, Deuce would eat them all equally carefully, delicately and savoring each bite. He'd give his opinion with a full, chewing mouth.

And if it makes you happy? BRO he will do ANYTHING FOR YOU. Cheer on your cooking, volunteer to even eat garbage for you, protect your food, utensils, kitchen, EVERYTHING!

It's just...so nice. No one but his mom cared enough to make him food. All he ever did was cause trouble for everyone and those he considered his 'friends' were just as shallow and troubled as him.

But you here care. And it makes him so happy.

Stay in his life forever, won't you?

(He might say that outloud all of a sudden after thinking hard and silently, the food spitting out of his mouth as he looks at you and says this. Ace is a bit flabbergasted and yells out 'OI. That sounds almost like...! Like...! Ya know?! Deuce, dude, think before you say anything! Is the food laced with some potion, is makin' ya say weird shit????'

Deuce doesn't quite get it but he didn't really mean it in a way for you to always cook for him. But these dishes are just another reminder how much you care for him.

Though once he does...and the fact that a girl is cooking for him in the first place...and who is not his mom...and he said those things right after...it makes him incredibly shy and he WILL blush.

HE - JUST...kinda got flashbacks of his mom when he ate home-cooked food, so the thought didn't cross him mind, okay?! Shut up, Ace and Grim!

When you gaze at the stars...

Very hyped and determined boy!

A good boy! So good that he doesn't get why Trey and Idia are making such a fuss about the dance and outfits. It's an honor, is it not?

Will be confused by their embarrassment and turn to you, asking if their dances and clothes are too much. When you answer no, he turns to the other two and is like; 'See? (Name) doens't find it weird either.'

Trey just shakes his head while Idia is like dude

Idia might want you to NOT be anywhere near Deuce and kinda not-subtly pushes you away. 'Listen, heroine, if you're presence turns Spade into that 'childhood-friend-crush-guy-who'd do anything for you and becomes puppy - then don't. I don't need those vibes.'

????? What's he talking about??? (Childhood friend? You met Deuce at NRC just like Idia...)

Well, let's just say that you pop in here and there and ask about the wish-collecting state. Deuce would gladly tell you of his progress (no matter if good or not).

Wants you to watch and critique his dance. You might follow along, just so you can hold the long, long, long sleeves and silks of his outfit up so he won't trip again. It's like you become his second robe.

Will blush if you end up dancing too close.

With each meet-up you have Deuce will always ask you what your wish is! He's very eager to fulfill it!

What it truly is depends on you...but if it does involve going home, Deuce will unwittingly get saddened by it. Of course. This isn't really your home.

But even so...he promises he will do his best to make it come true. If Crowley cannot find a way, then Deuce will not only try his hardest to become a full-fledged honor student, but also a mage powerful enough to send you back home!

He says all of this and believes it. Nevertheless, he tries to bury his sadness of your inevitable departure deep within him. At least for tonight.

When you dance to a masquerade...

Deuce looks soooo good!

He looks so proud of himself and really admires the work put into the outfit!

You openly tell him he looks handsome! And he kinda clams up, face red.

Handsome? Not good, not nice, but handsome? Out of all the things you could have chosen, you choose to call him handsome?

O-oo-o-o-o-oo-oh...

Blushing profusely and avoiding your gaze he tries to regain his voice.

"O-Oh, you l-look..."

He struggles. Should he call you handsome too even if you are a girl? Would you like that? Or would that be too much? How does he think you look like anyway?

He looks back up to uh, get a look at you to know how he feels about your outfit and his head is swirling with thoughts.

Cool? Fitting? Cute? Dashing? Lovely? Handsome? Good????

Uh....

He doesn't know!

"Uh, thanks. You l-look...really nice, too. It suits you...everything kinda does."

(It is not meant as a pun if you are wearing a suit by the way, he's just dumb.)

Yet...he is honest when he means that everything suits you. The Helloween costume, the chef cook wear, the Yukata or Kimono...and now this. You look good whenever.

HIS HEART WILL MAKE EXTRA LEAPS IF YOU TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A MUSKETEER!

HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT YOU SMILE SO BRIGHTLY WHILE SAYING IT SO IT MUST BE GOOD???

yEP, his heart is skipping a beat when you explain that a musketeer is a hero. Him, a hero? A good guy, like the magic police? Not a delinquent? Oh, man.

Well, compliments aside, it is time to dance. Deuce practiced with Riddle but he'd like his first dance to be with you. On one hand to get into it first with someone he is comfortable with and trusts but also because he wants to.

Just know that he only practiced the waltz and knows no other. (Oh, there's just the waltz? Phew...)

Calms a bit down since he focuses on dancing well but when he looks back up to your eyes through the holes of your mask?

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

(〃艸〃)

It'S even worse when he doesn't know where to put his hands (he does, Riddle showed him) but putting it on your waist? It's...a bit much.

Enough to make a delinquent like him blush.

And now as he looks up and sees your hands tightly holding the other...which isn't the first time you've done but here, in this very town, in this very hall, it feels different.

Deuce tries to enjoy this dance and he does. There are just new thoughts and feelings daring to distract him from time to time.

[ageingfangirl2]

Met Your Match! Shanks (OPLA)

Shanks might have met his match when hitting on you in a tavern. You give as good as he takes. Shanks x Reader (female implied)

SHANKS

Another port, another tavern, another night of drinking and good times. The rest of the crew were merry, loud and mingling with the locals while I scanned the tavern for someone to keep me company. I was very confident in my ability to flirt and swoon women into my bed, and most girls in this tavern were already eyeing me up. However, there was one girl who sat alone at the end of the bar drinking and not paying attention to anything around them.

As I approach them they turn to face me and look me up and down, before going back to their drink, 'Not interested, find someone else.'

I sit on the stool next to them and order a beer, 'why would I find someone else when I want you,' I say boldly, puffing out my chest and accepting this challenge.

They laugh, 'someone's confident. I've had a long day, and I'm pretty sure another girl in here would be happy with your attention.'

'What do you do? I'm Shanks by the way,' I ask, genuinely interested, and maybe I could get their name.

They sigh, 'I'm a carpenter, and call me y/n.'

You didn't come across many female carpenters, and now looking closer I could see bits of sawdust on their clothes and they smelt like varnish. I can't keep the smirk off my face.

I clear my throat, 'I wish you were my big toe. Then I could bang you and every piece of furniture.'

y/n turns to face me trying to suppress a laugh, 'Okay Shanks, what's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball?'

I take a swig of beer, 'what's the difference?'

'A guy will look for a golf ball,' they answer deadpan.

I throw my head back and howl with laughter, finally someone else with a similar sense of humour, 'You've been sleeping with idiots love. You're cute as U in it, but quickie has U and I together.'

y/n nearly spits out their drink, their eyes twinkling as they take a deep breath, 'what do you call a man who cries when he pleasures himself? A tear-jerker.'

I take note of a few girls around us who were eyeing y/n up with disgust, maybe because they had my attention or maybe because of their dirty mouth. Either way, neither of us cared and continued to trade dirty jokes.

I straighten up, 'how is sex like a thunderstorm?'

y/n rests their chin on their hands smiling up at me, 'You're the pirate, tell me.'

I wink, 'You never know how many inches you'll get and how long it will last.'

Resting their chin on one hand, they reach over with the other and try to shove me crinkling their nose, 'how is playing bridge similar to sex? If you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand--' they pause, eyes going wide, 'shit! sorry!'

Some stray strands of hair fall onto their face so I lean over and brush them behind their ear, our faces close, y/n blushing as I lick my lips, 'I only need one love. I've got one more for you if you think you can handle it. How is life like a penis?'

y/n gulps, 'How is life like a penis Shanks?'

'It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it,' I whisper.

y/n looks down and bites their lip, 'Why the hell not, meet me in the bathroom.'

I watch y/n get up and head towards the bathroom. I quickly finish my drink and get up to follow them, not caring who saw us and my obvious bulge. It had been a while since a girl had got me hard with words alone.

Y/N

Shanks enters the bathroom, locks the door, and before you can properly compose yourself after whatever the hell happened at the bar, he pushes you against the wall, his lips attaching to your neck quickly finding your sweet spot as if he could read minds.

You moan and tilt your head to give him a better angle, your hands reaching for the hem of his pants, while he does the same to your pants, both of you making quick work of the underwear of the other.

'Fuck me, Shanks,' you beg.

He comes up for air after switching between kissing and biting your neck, eyes dark and hungry as he smirks, 'Let me make you feel good after a long hard day.'

You squeak as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist before he thrusts inside you without warning. It had been a while since your last time so you were tight but your body greedily wanted more despite the pain.

'Faster...' you gasp.

He complies and picks up the pace, 'so tight,' he growls, 'but it's like you were made for me,' he hums.

Not wanting to be heard you cover your mouth with your hand, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. The only sounds are Shanks grunts and skin on skin. You didn't care how needy you looked as it doesn't take long for you to cum.

'Good girl, hold on a little longer,' he pants.

His thrusts become sloppier, and with one last thrust, he cums inside you. He stays inside you as the two of you come down together, and you remove your hand from your mouth.

'Being a carpenter has some advantages, Shanks,' you say playfully, lacing your fingers through his hair.

He raises a single eyebrow, 'tell me.'

You peck his lips, 'I'm good with wood and my hands.'

Shank's eyes light up, mischief the most obvious emotion, 'my ship is wooden. I could put your hands to good use love.'

After cleaning up you leave the bathroom together and it is obvious to everyone in the tavern what the two of you had just done, especially his crew who hoot and holler as Shanks leads you towards them with his arm around your waist and beaming like the cat who'd gotten the cream.

'Boys this is y/n, who wants another round?' he calls out.

Everyone cheers as Shanks sits you down next to a man who has black hair with a sprinkling of grey in it. You didn't expect to end your day screwing a pirate in a bathroom and drinking with his crew.

[mythrae]

On the Lowest

Summary: Sworn to secrecy, you and Gale relieve a bit of stress during a midnight tryst. (aka Gale Dekarios fucks)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do NOT interact), smut without plot

Author's Notes:

Thank u all for voting in my tumblr poll I hope this is to your liking

Tav is described as having female genitalia

This might be a little OOC for Gale but I definitely see him as a switch kind of guy, he's just a little more of a top in this bc ya girl is a bottom

I haven't written smut in a LONG time and this isn't beta'd so please be kind

Click here to read on AO3 :)

Usually, you never mixed your business with pleasure.

It was a dangerous game, one you knew all too well. You found yourself often thinking with what’s between your legs rather than between your ears, and in an environment where you’re working closely with others, it can lead to many awkward situations with your companions. So awkward, in fact, you feared that someone could potentially leave your party over it.

But there was something about the Wizard of Waterdeep that made you want to risk it all.

You had taking a liking to Gale ever since he joined your party. Kind, intelligent, powerful, he was a formidable ally, and a good companion to keep around.

But he first intrigued you in that way while fighting through the Shadow Cursed lands, after a particularly tough battle. Gale had made a comment to you about how he read that a brush with danger may have an effect on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation.

He understood when you told him that you weren’t looking for a long-term partner, especially with the dubious task of removing the tadpole in the forefront of your mind. But, as long as the two of you kept it a secret, you supposed there was nothing wrong with having a little fun and releasing some of your stress.

***

While the rest of the camp slept soundly at the Last Light Inn, you you found yourself tip toeing out into the night. Placing the pixies bell in your pocket, just in case, you walked on the outskirts of the safe haven, until you found the make-shift bridge made from rocks. You leaped across, being cautious to not slip and fall into the rushing water below. 

As you entered the Shadow Cursed lands, you cautiously made your way up the stairs, hand on your weapon just in case. You approached the abandoned house, the perfect size for 

“Hello?” You called out, hoping and praying no one else was there.

You approach the bedroom, pulling back the heavy curtain that took the place of the door. Gale was already lying on the bed in his camp clothes, a small candle burning on the nightstand next to him.

“Ah, there you are.” He said, sitting up on the mattress and standing to greet you. “I was starting to worry the Shadow Curse had gotten you.”

You reach in your pocket and show off the pixie’s bell as you stand in front of him. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest — it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this. Would tonight make you feel satiated? Or regretful?

“A wise choice.” He commended as you stuffed it away. “You never know what dastardly creatures could be out here, you know.”

“What, like you?”

“Precisely.”

He wasted absolutely no time, leaning in to press his lips against yours. He kissed you feverishly, like a starving dog lunging for a piece of raw meat. You could taste the fine wine from dinner left on his lips, and you felt yourself slowly getting drunk off him. Your knees grew weak as you feel his hands rest at your hips, your desire slowly starting to build between your legs.

You rested your hands at the nape of his neck, a shaky sigh escaping his mouth as your fingertips trailed down his spine. Hells, you knew the man was touch-starved, but you didn’t realize how badly…

You nibbled at his lower lip, enticing a soft moan from the wizard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He pulls you closer to him, and you can feel his arousal straining through his trousers, begging to be freed.

He broke the kiss, panting heavily. “Lie back.”

You followed his command, falling back on the soft mattress as you gazed upon his face in the candlelight. 

Dare you say, he looked very handsome kneeling in between your legs.

His fingers made light work of your trousers, untying the laces and pulling them off swiftly to reveal your underclothes. He placed a soft kiss on the thin fabric, playfully nudging at your clit with his nose, sending a dull wave of pleasure rolling through your body. You heard him breathe in deeply, taking you for a bit of a surprise as you propped up on your elbows to watch him.

“Getting a whiff of my natural musk, are you?” 

Gale let out a light chuckle, tugging off your underwear with his teeth to expose your fragrant heat to him. “Darling, there’s nothing I need more.”

Lifting your legs to rest on top of his shoulders, his mouth is on you in an instant. He couldn’t wait another moment, he had to taste you now.

You feel his wet tongue delving between your folds, lapping hungrily at your essence. Your fingers snake through his locks and grip tightly, the coils already tightening in your lower belly. Gods, how long had it been since anyone had touched you like this, let alone tasted you? You weren’t sure, getting lost in the divine sensation of Gale burying his face in you.

Whatever he was doing with his tongue must be enchanted, the way he’s making you feel right now.

Your breath hitched as you sensed two of his fingers toying at your entrance, his brown eyes looking to yours for permission. You nodded, biting your lip, as he gently pushed them inside you. A moan slipped from your lips, enticing him to move his fingers faster, more rapidly, as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Gods, this is too fucking good, you thought, tightening your grip in his hair and almost pulling Gale out from between your legs.

But the wizard was much stronger, the fingers of his free hand wrapped around your hip and keeping you in place. His ministrations continued as you felt him suckle at your clit, your hips bucking his face in response.

“Gale…” you moan softly, afraid that even though you were out of earshot, the others would still hear you.

His mouth moved away from your folds, “Yes, dear? What is it?”

The ache in between your legs intensified. His two fingers thrusting inside your sex weren’t enough to satisfy you. 

No, you needed all of him.

“I need you. Inside me.” You stammered, embarrassed to beg for him out loud.

“Ah ah, use your words,” he demanded, his fingers slipping out of you. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“You…your cock.” You confessed, bashfully.

“Mmm,” he hummed, kissing your sex one final time. “Eager, aren’t we?”

His hands move to both your thighs, lifting them from his shoulders and pushing them back onto your chest. He stood over you, quickly stripping himself of his camp clothes. You watched him intently, your eyes gazing upon his form. He was lean, but fit, almost as if you were looking at the body of a God. With the sigil in his chest glowing bright, it would be easy to mistake him for one.

As you watched him slip off his trousers, you were a little shocked at how... well endowed Gale was. You had a feeling he would be, but to see it with your own two eyes was quite the treat.

He held on to the base of his cock, stroking it as he lined himself up to your slick entrance. He looked to you, searching for your consent to sink himself in you.

You don't hesitate, nodding quickly, nearly pleading with him to fuck you already.

His slowly slides himself in your wetness, both of you letting out a delighted sigh as the two of you became one. His hands grabbed your hips, digging into the flesh as he sheathes himself in you. He didn't break his gaze with you for a single moment, his eyes growing darker the deeper he went.

"Don't be gentle," you whisper as he fills you entirely for the first time.

He lets out a groan, his breath hot with desire.

You hear him mutter something under his breath, but before you can make out what he said, he leans down, pressing a kiss on your forehead before he thrusts himself back out, only to snap his hips into yours with full force.

Nine Hells, he's like an animal.

You cry out as he pounds you relentlessly, skin slapping on your sensitive nub over and over again. The same magic that enchanted his mouth and fingers must have been at work again, the way he nearly had you at your climax so quickly. He knew it too, a small smile forming at his open lips as he reached for a clothed breast, wrinkling your shirt even further as he kneads it in his hand.

Your eyes closed tight as you turned your head away, the pleasure taking you to a different realm entirely. Sweat rolled down his brow as he continued to rock into you, his hands moved to cradle your face and spinning it back to face him.

"Look at me," he ordered, "I want to see you fall apart."

You locked eyes with him as the coils in your lower belly continued to tighten, your body beginning to shake as the hot white feeling welled up, begging to explode. He kept on hitting that sweet spot deep within you, over and over again...

You took his thumb in your teeth as he rubbed it against your lips, sucking on the digit as your eyes still focused on him. You felt his hips began to stutter, he was close to his own release. Your teeth scraped against the pad of his thumb, inciting a gasp from his lips as he bucked in response.

Oh, hells, you were done for.

You felt your walls quiver around him as you finally gave in to your climax, hot waves of pleasure coursing through your body as your vision went blurry. Gale's thumb slipped out of your mouth as he felt you around him, pulling himself out of you as you felt his hot seed pooling on your lower stomach.

The two of you panted loudly as you came down from your conjoined release, holding each other's gaze. His eyes were no longer darkened by lust, but looked rather... warm. As if he was looking upon a long lost lover.

The thought made your cheeks flush for a moment, but you quickly shook the feeling away. You didn't have time for romance, for relationships, not with the fear of ceremorphosis at the front of your mind. Removing the mind flayer tadpole was your only priority.

And yet... the thought of Gale holding you close at night didn't seem like the worst possible outcome.

"Are you all right, dear?" He asked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"I'm fine," you replied, leaning your head in the palm of his hand. "That was... wonderful."

He smiled, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb reverently.

"But don't forget, this stays between us, all right? Keep it on the down low."

"On the lowest, darling." He smiled, moving his hand to create an X over the orb in his chest. "You have my word."

***

“Thou hast now a bosom companion.” The voice of Withers wakes you from your slumber with a jolt. “Take care that thou art not distracted on thy quest, seeking the comforts of the flesh.”

A moment passes between the two of you. You’re wondering as to why Withers was standing right above your tent, let alone why he would seek you out in the first place.

Then, the words of his message become clear in your mind.

“… excuse me?” You ask, bewildered as to how he would know what happened between you and Gale the night before, especially when they weren't even at camp when it happened.

“Recall that in time, all becomes dust and bone.”

Without another cryptic word, Withers turns and stalks away, leaving you alone to your very confused thoughts. There was only one response you could give to him:

“… okay, Bone Man.”

[elliesflwrgirl]

cw, smut, no plot rlly, switch!ellie, switch!reader, thigh riding, fingering (r receiving), some dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.)

summary: ur ellie’s best friend, which u guys r totally in a homoerotic friendship, which leads to more.

if u enjoy this pls like and reblog!! love u.

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she strummed the guitar in front of you as you watched in awe, a soft smile on your lips. ellie had been playing for hours on her bed, a small notepad in front of her as she wrote chords down that she liked. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t stare at her fingers as she changed chords, a soft sparking lighting in your stomach as she strummed the guitar. she’d glance up at you every couple of minutes to see you admiring her. this time you’d been staring at her hands a little too long, getting lost in the things they could do to you. your cheeks felt hot and you were utterly lost as you imagined her hands all over you.

ellie glanced up and saw your cheeks red, a soft smile graced her lips. “you okay, baby?” she hummed softly and you quickly nod. “oh, yeah, i’m all good. keep playing, els.” you nod your head and watch as ellie’s hands go up and down the neck of the guitar. she knew you’d been staring at her hands, that’s what made her want to play for hours and hours in front of you. she liked the way you looked at her, like you wanted her. though this time was different, the way you were looking at her was different. it made her feel different than all the other times. this time she felt something each time she’d see you gawking at her hands. she knew it was weird to look at her best friend like this, and she knew she had to address this weird feeling at some point. but she could hardly think when you stared at her like that.

you hummed along to the guitar and she suddenly stopped, making you frown slightly. “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” she asks suddenly and you furrowed your brows. “like what?” you ask as your cheeks burn. you knew exactly how you were looking at her. like you wanted to fuck her. you didn’t know it was obvious though, and now the embarrassment hit you like a freight train.

“i didn’t mean to look at you weird, i’m sorry—“ you start to stand off the bed and ellie shakes her head, grabbing your wrists. “hey, hey, i never said it was weird. i just wanted to know why you were staring at me like you wanted to fuck me,” she laughed and as your face dropped she realized her joke hit right on the nail. her hands around your wrists suddenly burned into your skin and she was hyper aware of the way you felt under her fingertips.

“uhm,” she cleared her throat as she stared up at you and you stared down at her. “ellie…” you whispered as a way to beg for forgiveness but to her it made that knot in her belly twist and grow. she wanted you, and now she knew you wanted her. at least right now.

her face inched towards yours and you let a gasp leave your lips and the corners of her lips quirked up into a soft grin. she pressed her lips against yours and you let out a sigh of relief. she tugs you forward and slides her hands into your hair, sighing against your lips. “do you have any idea how much i’ve wanted this?” she whispers against your lips. you whimper in response, “i could say the same.” this earned a grin from ellie. “yeah?” she hummed as she pulled you closer.

she pushed you to lay onto the bed, never disconnecting your lips from hers. this all felt so good she thought she might be dreaming, and she didn’t wanna let go of this. she nudged her knee between your legs, brushing her thigh up against your clothed center. a soft moan escaped your lips and ellie muffled it with a kiss. she pulls away slightly, “you’ve gotta be quiet if we’re gonna do this, okay? you’ve gotta be a good girl for me and stay quiet.” you nodded your head as you remembered that ellie has roommates.

she roams her hands down your sides, squeezing and feeling everything she can. she slips her hands under your tee shirt, humming softly as she feels you under her. she slips her hands under your waistband, earning a soft whimper from you. “this okay?” she asks softly and you nod your head. she slips her hand into your underwear running her fingers over your slit. “god, you’re soaking wet. you get this wet just watching me play? how fucking pathetic.” she mutters into your lips as you moan quietly.

she pushes a finger past your folds, gently rubbing circles over your clit. your nipples hardened at the feeling, you had never needed anyone as bad as you needed her right now. “fuck, ellie you feels so good—“ you whimper and she nods softly, “i know pretty girl, tell me what you want.” you whine softly grinding your hips against her hand and she chuckles lightly, “so needy, why don’t you tell me what you want so i can fuck you, hm?” she teased again

she knew you were too shy to ask, you’d talked about sex with her before. she knew what you liked, which made this all so heavenly. “god ellie please just fuck me.” you breathe and she shakes her head, “ask nicely.” she added pressure to your clit and teased your entrance. you clenched around nothing and you whined quietly. “please ellie, please fuck me.” she clicked her tongue, “i think you can do better for me, pretty girl, don’t you think?” she slipped just the tip of her middle finger into you and you whimpered her name softly.

“please els, i need it so bad. want you so bad. please.” and just like that she pushed her finger into you, quickly adding a second finger as you moaned, suddenly not giving a single fuck if any of her roommates heard you. her hand flew to your mouth, “quiet baby, we don’t want them knowing i’m fucking my best friend, do we?” she teases and curls her fingers into you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. you moan loudly into her hand and she softly grinds her hips against your thigh as she fucks her fingers into you.

feeling her grind her cunt against you had you edging closer to coming. she pulls her hands away from your mouth, as she whimpers softly. watching her eyes roll back was something that sent you into utter orbit. she was like a lewd painting that you couldn’t look away from. her fingers thrusted in and out of you as you bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet. you whimpered and whined as her fingers pumped in and out of you. “fuck, you ride me so well,” you mumble in between whimpers and her cheeks flush.

“does my dirty girl like praise?” you hummed and she circled her thumb over your clit, causing you to toss your head back. “fucking me so good, els.” you whimper softly and she grinds harder against you. even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, she loved the way you praised her. you clamped your legs shut as you felt your orgasm building and ellie moaning into her arm as she rode your thigh.

“‘m gonna cum” you moan softly and she nods her head, “cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” she hums, urging you to cum. you whine as you toss your head back. “cum with me.” you whine and she nods softly, leaning down and whimpering into your neck. “i’m so close, you feel so good.” she moans softly.

together you both come undone, moaning and whimpering. she rolls off of you and pulls you into her chest. kissing your head, she’d thought about this moment for a long time. she looked down at you, pushing some stray hairs out of your face. “you’re so pretty, you know that?” she hums softly and you blush. “els..” you smile and bury your head into her chest. she giggles softly, “my pretty girl.”

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[yandere-kittee]

Heyyo. I just stumbled on to your page. I love love love it. Especially the yan jock. I had a request because I don't really see this specific type of dynamic, it's usually the opposite. I was wondering if you could write Younger yan and older darling. Maybe 21 y/o yan and 32-36 y/o darling (honestly, make her as old as u want. The older the better, I just particularly just like this age range)? And darling keeps rejecting Younger yan because 1) she feels that college guys are immature and 2) she feels creepy and weird about the age gap. But younger yan doesn't care about the age gap. And I was thinking maybe u can make older darling a sweet but firm lady. Honestly u can do whatever with older darling personality. But I want younger yan to be a clingy obsessive little shit with way to much ego, who in reality got mommy issues and cry's way to easily at the thought of abandonment and rejection. That's my request, I've seen way to many younger darling and old yan and I honestly wondered what it would be like with the ages switched.

Anyways. Thank you for your time! I have more unconventional yan x darling dynamics. Let me know if you'd like to hear them! Hope you have a great day!!

First of all, ily.

Second of all, thank you for this, and honestly? Feel free to just drop by my inbox and request anything you like.

So here we go!

College student!yan xFem!Older!Darling.

🌷A/n: I don't know if making the darling a milf would be okay, so I might actually post a seperate fic for that, so let me know if you would actually like to see that, but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump.

🌷warnings: yandere behavior, clingy yandere, age gap (like about 10 years) Yan is 22 while Darling is in her mind 30s, mommy issues.

You honestly didn't know how this happened, you were just minding your own business, but it seems your younger neighbor didn't knew what the sense of proper boundaries were considering how he's always trying to cling around you.

It all started when you were on your way to your apartment when you spotted, College student!Yan, who seemed to have gotten himself locked out of his apartment and he didn't know anyone else he could turn to.

Feeling bad for the boy, you offered him some cheesecake at your apartment till he gets his situation fixed, when he entered your apartment, he didn't expect the warmth and cozy vibes he got, the apartment wasn't grandiose but it's definitely different compared to the apartment that he lives in with his mother.

You made sure that he was okay and that he wasn't alone when he's locked out of his own home, making sure that he wasn't feeling sad or lonely.

So you could honestly guess that's where it really started, because after that, he was hanging around your apartment waiting for you to come out or come home, and for some reason, he soon later finds out where you work, to which he passes off as a coincidence, but that gives him a chance to spend more time with you.

You honestly thought it was cute at first, thinking that maybe he was just trying to find companionship with you, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought that he definitely wanted more than just companionship with the way he looked at you and the way he always seemed to wait for you, no matter how busy he got with his projects or homework.

You didn't want to be mean, so you just decided to brush it off and let him be, you even invite him to your home at times to try out some new pastry that you cooked up, you even let him help sometimes, but you start to think he's not cutout for baking when he continuously spills ingredients on you, sometimes licking them off of your skin casually.

"It's sweet!"

He would exclaim as he continued to lick your skin, even when there's nothing there anymore.

But there are sweet moments! When you guys would be out together in the park nearby taking a stroll, (you honestly just wanted to take a nap but you couldn't resist that pout of his) and since the two of you had gotten closer...Don't be fooled, he's just trying desperately hard to worm his way into your life

He opens up about his life, his dead father and absent mother, who's too busy working and going out to pay attention to her only son, who tries his best in his academics to be able to get his mother's attention.

But that's all fine now! Because he has you in his life, and there's no way you're leaving now, right?

...Shit.

🌷this is isn't proofread or edited since I was letting all those creative juices flow and I am just UGH this is why I'm a write people!! To make pathetic and clingy boys!!!!

Anyways, again, feel free to request me anything, may it be about existing yans in my masterlist or ideas that you want me to write!!

[vivaladicamillo]

I 10000% need some fluff and smut for Ryan Dunn!!!

RYAN DUNN X GN!READER HCS

okok more ryan dunn content bc lord im so whipped for him its not funny anymore, i also think there NEEDS more content of him on here i’ve scrolled to the bottom of the ryan dunn tags and im in need of content tbh, so might as well make my own for other ryan lover like me out there !

WARNINGS: nsfw elements towards the end

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SFW:

oh this man is crazy for u

we’ve seen and heard of stories of ryans past relationships

we all know he would literally bend over backwards for u

i feel like hes not to big on romantic things though

like fancy flashy type romantic stuff

date wise he would probably take u either somewhere public like the movies or an icecream shop or like somewhere u genuinely really wanna go

in public though he always had one arm wrapped around u

either around ur waist or ur shoulder or even just holding ur hand

he wants everyone in that mf to know ur his

LOVES TO SHOW U OFF

keep a little photo of u in his wallet

“yah my girlfriend is super hot.”

the guys totally dog on him for it though

everyones just praying ur not like his past relationships

he just has a habit of letting people step over him bc he care abt them too much

but ur not like le that, ur different (hopefully LMAO)

when he started growing his hair out he definitely let u brush it and style it when u could

that man barely knows how to shower on a regular basis hes definitely not brushing his own hair regularly

SPEAKING OF SHOWERS

oh lord jesus christ ur gonna have to make him shower

hes gonna be smelling like a whole can of bounce that ass sometimes

u will probably have to make a deal with him to shower

or just lock his ass up in there and tell him hes not coming out untill he does shower

but honestly if u just ask him politely and nicely he will start trying to smell better and shower more often

anything for u

he loves to kiss u

like all the time, no matter where

in public, in front of the guys, in front of a old persons home, u name it and he’s probably gonna kiss u there

also he loves kissing ur nose, forehead, cheek and ofc ur lips

he also doesnt mind kisses back (lord please kiss his nose he secretly loves it when u do that)

any joke u make will make him do his little goofy laugh

oh and he will do anything to see u laugh or smile

he adore ur smile

he could just admire it for hours on end

i feel like his mom would love u too

ur just his perfect match !

NSFW:

hmm where should i start

i feel like hes a switch but hes more on the dom side

but not like rough and mean

he’s definitely a soft dom

he loves to take it slow, gentle and calm

he wants to enjoy every minute you guys spend together

slow pace but just right yk?

but he also loves it when ur dominant

seeing u above him and seeing u have all the power when it comes to the bedroom just does something for him

he don’t discriminate

LOVESSS when u give him hickeys

he will also give them to you yes ofc but only if hes feeling a bit jealous

he does not like sharing his sex life with anyone

maybe bam but thats a bog MAYBE

ik hes stated before he likes to keep things private

so no risky public sex or threesomes

maybeathreesomewithbambutthatsnot100%

oh he loves to give u head

and hes damn well good at it

he wont stop till u at least have came twice

SPEAKING OF CUM (hehe cum)

his favorite place for him to cum is either on ur thighs or in ur mouth

SHOWER SEX!

probably one of the only ways u can get him to shower

he likes using handcuffs on u though

thats on super rare occurrences

kink wise i think hes not into a lot

maybe hair pulling, spanking but not much else

hes always down to try some stuff though if u really wanted too

just nothing that involves him hurting u or u hurting him

i also feel like hes not one to joke during the deed

unless u both are in a silly mood then maybe theres some giggling and jokes

but otherwise he wants it to be more intimate and loving

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE ALL DAY

“ah yes ur doing so good for me baby.” “u look so good with my cock inside u darling”

i feel like hes into being called a title

like sir or master (maybe)

i feel like he would be icked out by daddy though

his after care is amazing though

you want him to run u a bath? get u food, drinks? a magically gay unicorn? hes getting it for u no matter how tired he is

LOVES TO CUDDLE AFTERWARDS

he thinks its so cute when u fall asleep in his arms first

he just loves u so much and wants to see u happy

if ur happy and satisfied hes happy and satisfied

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hope u enjoyed!! i kinda just did a bunch of cute and spicy headcanons for this bc i just wrote another ryan fic abt a similar topic sooooo yea!

[narrators-journal]

Tatsujun having rough sex Top!Jun and bottom Tatsuya or make them both switches :0

Don’t ask me why it’s such a challenge to really capture a guy being dominant vs a girl for me. I’ve written so many femdom!Margaret stories, femdom is thoughtless. I fluster myself when a dude is dominating, just a lil lol. So, I’ll admit this might be a bit of a miss of the mark, I kinda just went feral with this one bc it gave me SO much trouble to think of a properly hot set up. Anywho! Hope u enjoy!

CW: Dub/noncon, tentacles, I hope Joker comes off as at least SLIGHTlY dominating here. Monsterfuckery (bc of the tentacles), a LIGHT touch of degrading enery. If u feel something else needs to be warned, I’ll add it. Rough sex, Jun’s in his joker era, but. It kinda counts lol.

For once, Tatsuya Suou’s bedroom was blissfully quiet after the sun had set. The normal chaos of nosey demons gone, no calls or texts from Eikichi or Lisa to inform him of the latest implosion of chaos and disaster, his brother gone on a case. Nothing but the soft buzz of nightly insects outside his open window. So, he was content to snuggle under his comforter and bury his face in his pillow. Finally able to get a full breath into his lungs without some vaguely snowman-esque demon to remind him of Joker’s hatred for him, nor puddle of living goo to get in his face and try to suffocate him.

He was free to take a deep, slow breath, and let it out so that his body melted into his mattress like a pad of butter on a fluffy pancake. His stress and anxiety washed out of his head by the usual drip of nonesensical thoughts and memories of a rail-thin ravenette he used to be friends with. Of their games, the gifts they swapped, the secrets they shared up until Jun had been transferred out of Sevens.

Yet, while the pale, soft-faced boy had left Tatsuya’s class, he continued to drift through his head when the sun went down. Allowed to haunt his dreams like a bittersweet siren, or some sort of succubus. One with a body that never seemed to be male or female at a glance, large, dark eyes curtained by thick black lashes on an annoyingly effeminate face. Did Tatsuya think so much of him because he was attracted to him as a dude? Or did he simply like shorter-haired girls who let their bangs hide one of their eyes so dramatically? It was a question that would haunt the brunette when morning came, but for the night, his subconscious was free to conjure some playful mimic of Jun to sit on Tatsuya’s lower back and run his delicate fingers up the backs of Tatsuya’s arms.

A mental image that, was rather vivid. Enough so, that it began to pull the tall brunette back out of Hypnos’ grasp at the gentle brush of the ravenette’s smooth skin over his own.

Too smooth of skin, actually. Tatsuya had felt Jun’s hands before, and they were smooth, but the warmth he felt crawl along the skin of his wrist was far toosmooth. More akin to the smooth, almost slimy skin of a frog rather than actual human skin. What the fuck…

So, the brunette opened his eyes to try and see an explanation in the thick shadows of his quiet bedroom. Which, seemed undisturbed at a first, bleary-eyed glance. However, as his eyes began to clear of the sleepy haze, a figure at his desk came more into focus. And, it didn’t take long for Tatsuya to recognize the snowy white of the familiar uniform, or the burning ember of blue flames that dimly glowed with dark amusement. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Joker mocked, the hiss of his gleeful voice like the scrape of metal upon metal. Yet, when the brunette shoved himself up in a panic, all it took was a firm yank from the thing at his wrists to flatten him back into his bed. “Oh, no no. Don’t bother squirming.” The demon giggled, the flower at the tip of his thin tail bobbing as he waved it at the brunette who snarled back. At least, until he honked like a car at the feeling of more heavy, smooth tendrils worming their way under the waistband of his pajama pants and pushed the fabric down to Tatsuya’s knees. “Hey!” The brunette yelped, but his attempts to fight away from the slime-drooling tentacles that trailed themselves up the backs of his thighs were useless. Well, to him. Joker seemed to enjoy the panic in the tall man’s voice and wide, brown eyes. “Oh yeah, I suppose you expect me to kill you, don’t you?” He asked, or more accurately, mocked in amusement, his tail asway behind him, as casual and calm as someone out for tea. “Sadly, that would be too merciful for someone like you, Tatsuya Suou. No, I can’t let you get off that easily. So! Instead, I’m going to break you down. Slowly tear down each and every ounce of pride and ego you have, until you’re nothing more than my personal bitch. Until you’re all mine.” He explained, his layered voice lowering into a dark, feral tone as he continued.

Each dark word like a fresh shot of adrenaline in Tatsuya’s blood, but no matter how he pulled and squirmed in the hold of the heavy tendrils, his wrists couldn’t escape their hold. Despite how smooth they were, the ink-colored tentacles were like a vice grip on his limbs, so all Tatsuya’s panic got him was a demented giggle from Joker. “It’s useless to fight, my cursed star. You can barely survive an encounter with my underlings. Just give in and submit to me quickly.” The demon purred, his words punctuated by the abrupt thrust of a tentacle into Tatsuya’s ass.

The pain of sudden penetration not at all softened by the thick lubricant-slime-pre-cum substance that the dark appendages had been using to draw desings over the tanned skin of his thighs and ass cheek. Nor by a grace period before the first thrust. Instead, once the thick tentacle was buried inside the brunette, it almost instantly began to pull out in order to slam back into him.

It wasn’t until the third ruthless thrust, that the slime it leaked seemed to finally work to ease the painful drag of girthy muscle against Tatsuya’s walls, but it also allowed the tentacle to thrust quicker. Which, translated the friction into pleasure all too quickly for the tall brunette’s comfort.

Yet, the feelings of shame and arousal only mixed together into a melancholic mess of emotions. On the logical hand, Tatsuya knew he couldn’t help but feel his stomach clench whenever the tentacle slammed against his prostate, and thus shouldn’t be all too ashamed that the cruel pace excited him so much. On the other, though, he didn’t want to cave so easily into Joker’s whims. So, he kept his face in his pillows and sheets as much as possible, and swallowed the noises that the ruthless waves of pleasure threatened to loose. But, his sheets and pillows didn’t seem to do much to fully silence the rogue noises that slipped out of the brunette. Much to the Joker’s sick amusement. “It’s so cute to see you fight so valiantly, my cursed star.” The demon purred, his layered voice simultaneously screechy, and melodious as he continued, “Just makes your eventual submission all the sweeter,~” But, Tatsuya refused to answer the monster that watched him, in fact, he all around tried to ignore the demon’s presence in the room. Not only because of the humiliation of being watched while smooth tentacles threatened to awaken something dark and shameful in him, but because it was simply painful to see the doppleganger’s smile. Jun’s smile, in the dark.

So, while Joker giggled, the brunette simply kept his face buried in his bedding until one of the demon’s tendrils wrapped around his throat to lift his face and let him breathe. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t think you can just suffocate and escape. That’d be too nice for you.” Joker said, and Tatsuya couldn’t help but glare at him. But, the dirty look didn’t do anything but earn the brunette a cruel grin and harsher, more targetted thrusts from the thick tentacle that filled him up.

And, with no pillow to muffle the renegade hums and gasps, all Tatsuya could really do was stew in the shameful pleasure that rippled through his body each time the thing brushed against his prostate and claw into his sheets. “That’s a good boy~ Make plenty of noises for me, Tatsuya.” Joker purred, the tendril around Tatsuya’s neck shifted slightly to trace a heart onto the tanned man’s cheek with the odd lubricant-slime-pre-cum slime that they produced. Which, he tried to focus on instead of the painful increase of smog that threatened to empty his head of any other thoughts but the desperation he felt in his belly. But, it was near impossible to escape the twisted pleasure that lapped at his skin like the flames of a house fire. Worsened, when Joker continued to offer praise for Tatsuya’s ‘good behavior’.

So, to some extent, it really was futile as the demon claimed, to fight against the weight of the tendrils around his limbs and waist. With the way the tendril relentlessly thrust into him, writhed and flexed against every sensitive spot in Tatsuya’s body until his shame burned into thoughtless need. “That’s it, cursed star. Be good and loud so all the demons know who you belong to.~” “Good boy.” “Cum for me, Tacchi. Cum like the whore you are.” All fed the fire in Tatsuya’s skin along with the friction. Until, finally, Tatsuya couldn’t help but succumb to the flames of hell.

Not that his weak whines did anything to stop the tentacle that pistoned into him, but for a brief moment, it did give him a brief burst of pleasure to dull the shame and pain. At least, until Joker’s jumbled, layered voice bled back in through the haze of euphoria. “Naughty little brat, who gave you permission to actually enjoy yourself? As selfish as ever, I guess. We’ll break that, though.”

[princesseevee06]

can u plz elaborate on hinako and maples sisterly relationship! i would love to know more.. especially cuz it'd make the fact they swapping the yabusames even sadder 😯

for sure! they’re a super sweet (and super angsty *sweats*) dynamic to me, so i’m happy to elaborate!

sort of the main ‘kick off’ for their interactions is in the first trial. basically, hinako has the same first main trial (having to cooperate with someone else over another floor) but instead of being paired with alice, she’s instead paired with maple who handles the situation a lot differently. maple is very adamant on finding a way out for the two of them together, and so they’re both able to make it out alive! hinako is utterly baffled that someone actually wanted to help her so she’s stuck halfway between being grateful and being upset. meanwhile, maple is super concerned when she then wakes up with everyone else and hinako isn’t there (she went to hide in the locker 😔) because she thinks something must’ve happened.

when they do meet, though, maple sees this young girl who is clearly frail and struggling and her Big Sister instincts instantly kick in. she’s already used to caring for others in her daily life, so helping hinako out sort of helps her feel more ‘in her element’ (plus, she heavily empathizes with the girl)

hinako, on the other hand, is also in desperate need of a Big Sister figure as she’s been estranged from her actual big sister (fake hinako, who i dubbed hana) (because i didnt realize there was a manga character Also named hana.) (do u guys think i should just keep it or change it to something else 😭), and like. she was literally in the middle of running away from home when she got kidnapped. she’s overall just having a rough go of it

so they get along really well, and sort of end up being each other’s comfort as the death game progresses ^^ maple ends up being really protective of hinako when hana shows up (because she takes the place of ranger) and acts really cold, because she’s like “hinako doesn’t deserve any of this >:(“ (she doesn’t know hana was basically psychologically manipulated into suppressing her true emotions)

when maple gets switched out in the room of lies, hinako is the first person to notice something is off, but sort of like alice she brushes it off and chalks it up to maple being rightfully stressed in a dire situation. she figures, maple is maple, and she’s still a super kindhearted lady, so obviously nothing must be wrong.

aaaaaaand that of course brings us to the chap 2 subgame. i haven’t really talked much about the maple/hinako split route, but i think it’s interesting to me because of how Emotionally Devastating it is.

on the route where maple lives, she has to watch this 14 year old girl she came to see as her little sister Die in front of her. and of course she blames herself for it. because hinako was worried and coming to look for her, and she literally couldn’t do anything. i don’t think maple is ever really “the same” after this point, obviously she’s not a different person or anything but hinako’s death really alters her because it makes her realize her prior mentality of looking at the bright side just…doesn’t work in a situation like this. she is Super angry and vengeful against the floormasters, specifically (i haven’t really worked it out yet, but there might be a similar scene with her to the one where alice attacks gashu)

but the hinako route does Not lead to any salvation for these girls either because hinako has to watch both 1. her twin sister and 2. her big sister figure die in the span of…a minute, maybe? the girl she grew up with and always longed to reconnect with, and the girl who believed in her even in her darkest hour. she’s definitely Not happy about it. i do think the route takes a tiiiiny bit more of a positive spin though, because this marks the turning point of hinako steadying her resolve to fight for herself and others just like maple did.

sorry anon you probably wanted to know more about the fluffy parts of the dynamic and i just ended up supplying angst again 😔 i swear i’m not always this sad it’s just easy to make angst. but they really do have a sweet relationship (somehow i feel like it would be similar to what nao and kanna would act like together if they…ever actually had many interactions together.), it’s just cut short by the Narrative being the Narrative.

[sunlightandsuffering]

I'm fiercely attracted to Cabin Eren because in my mind besides being a perfect husband, he's also the most buff version of Eren. Hobo Eren was living off rations as as an eldian living in the internment zone & Manbun Eren spent an entire month living in a jail cell. Both of them weren't eating well or doing much physical activity. Meanwhile you know for a fact Cabin Eren was eating full meals with Mikasa after spending the day, chopping wood, hunting, fishing, etc.

I bet he got so broad and beefy and Mikasa definitely loved it! Mikasa drooling over how much bigger he's gotten, how much more of the bed he takes up and how easily his body completely covers her when they fuck. Her just admiring his naked back in the morning before hugging him from behind trying to wrap her arms around him 🥰

OKAY U ARE SO RIGHT FOR THIS THO!! LIKE UR SO CORRECT ANON!! THATS WHY HE'S SO BEEFY!! This si so funny tho i was writing this in switch last night lol 😂

One thing about Eren that Mikasa has always liked is his gym obsession. 

It’s hot, there’s no sugar-coating it.  A boy who goes to the gym and works out is hot. 

Even hotter because it shows, shows in almost everything he does. Eren might be on the leaner side, not built like some of the linebackers he’s always yelling about on TV, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a wall of solid mass these days. 

He’s built subtly and in a way she likes more than some of the massive guys she sees at the gym, getting a peak when he wears shirts and the sleeves stretch just a little tight around his biceps and the muscles of his back, leaving the lower part loose. 

It’s also in how confidently he can lift her up, not even flinching when he drags her onto his lap, throws her over his shoulder, how he manhandles her. 

God, it gives her the shivers just thinking about it, and he’s so much taller than her these days, she gets butterflies when she has to look up, when she can’t so easily brush her hands through his hair, has to stand on her tippy toes to tease him now.  It’s hot, he’s hot, and so Mikasa will take absolutely any opportunity offered to accompany him to the gym, even more so because Eren going to the gym is an almost otherworldly experience. 

As a resident gym rat Eren partakes in many gym rat things such as pre-workout and protein shakes and as Mikasa watches him dutifully from the kitchen counter, she counts her lucky stars that she gets to watch. 

He’s currently scooping a suspicious looking white powder into water for it to dissolve, wearing a t-shirt that’s stretched taut around his biceps, forearms on display as he mixes the substance into his cup.  “So, what’s that again?” Mikasa asks for the tenth time and Eren shoots her an exasperated smile, “Baby I told you it’s Creatine.” 

“That tells me nothing.”  He hums at her, shutting the large cannister and grabbing another one from the cupboard, now scooping a different substance into a blender bottle.  He humours her questions though, answering with more patience than she’d ever have, “It’s basically a supplement that helps me bulk up, good for muscle growth and if you’re going to the gym a lot people tend to use it.”  “But you already look really good,” she breathes shyly, the words almost unconscious as her eyes catch on where his biceps strain against his grey t-shirt. 

[number-onekidqueen]

ok so the thing u just posted about belly having a dream about cheating with conrad. in the book she has a dream about conrad the night she gets engaged to jeremiah so maybe they'll switch that one out for a more sexual one?

Ok, just to clarify: technically what they were doing in the dream was cheating if she was still dating Jeremiah, but that’s not the point of the dream itself. I don’t think in the dream she’s conscious of it cheating.

The point of the dream is to point out the fact that she still has strong, burning feelings for Conrad. Basically, she still loves him even though she’ll brush it off. And she still wants him.

However, yeah, that’s entirely possible and likely even. However, that dream is more symbolic and I think that that symbolism and hidden meaning is important to the story and Jenny will want to include that.

I’m pretty sure the dream is where her and Conrad are swimming in the ocean, and he sees a storm and tells her they have to go so she refuses and he stays with her until it’s literally upon them and they’re both running home and scared. And she begs Conrad to take her home and is crying but all he keeps saying is that he’s as scared as she is and he doesn’t know where to go because he’s lost too. This might not be entirely accurate, but I think that was the gist of it.

When Belly has this dream, she wakes up in bed and just starts crying, because i think she knows that within her this is a metaphor for her relationship with Conrad.

They were both happy and in love. The storm is probably Susannah’s death and Conrad’s grief and mental health which Belly brushes aside in the dream to keep playing. And when she realises that she has to get out, that this isn’t safe anymore, they’re both scared and crying and they don’t know how to fix it.

I don’t know if this is was some dreamt delusion or a hope I have, but I think after she called it off with Jere, she had another dream they found their way home and Susannah says something like “we love you, I’m so glad you guys made it home after you were lost,” To be fair, I think that is a delusion my brain made up, but I really would like some confirmation about that from Susannah in the third season in another dream Belly has.

I also feel like if this bad idea right dream were to actually happen, it would be at the beginning or middle of the season. Belly would sort of wake up with a gasp and feel really guilty because she’d feel like she’s cheating on Jere and she’d deny her feelings for Conrad, because she still is in that delusion.

And I think after the actual dream in the book, she wakes up and she just feels so sad because I think within her she knows she does love Conrad but in her head she has to marry Jeremiah.

And that’s an important plot point, so I’m hoping they keep that dream and have Out of the Woods playing over the top, and also have the bad idea right dream at the start. It’s a lot, but I can dream 😂

Thank you for the question, I hope I at least made my opinion make sense.

[deanncastiel]

2024 Book #159

Title: A Stealthy Situation Author: Saxon James Genre: Romance, Contemporary, LGBTQIA+ Series: Franklin U 2, Book 2

Harrison My life’s goal? Make plants fun! I’m gonna be fighting for flora when I’m older and it all starts with auditing stats so I can level up for my masters, and lucky for me, the intriguing guy in my class is a math whizz. He’s standoffish at first, but after a class where I bet my sitcoms can make him laugh, one bet leads to another and we’re hanging out all the time. Even though I know he’s interested in me, we’re easy friends, until I start to think I might be a little interested in him, too. The only problem? He seems like a totally different guy in class to when we hang out. I brush it off as him trying to concentrate, but then I spot something I can’t explain away. A scar. On his palm. One I’m positive Benny has never had before. Benny Since we were little, my twin brother and I have always switched things up–literally. It started as funsies, and now we’re college juniors and still taking each other’s classes. I suck at Math, he sucks at English, and we both have a rule not to make friends in class as the other person. Our system is perfect. Only Emmett has the audacity to get sick right before stats and I have to actually show up for my own class–where I meet my future husband. Harrison is smart, weirdly into plants, and we instantly hit it off like old friends. Only of course the gorgeous mountain of a nerd is straight. Just when I’m telling myself to let my dreams of matching rings go, our text messages become constant, flirtier, deeper than I’ve had with any other guy before. My butterflies have butterflies every time we catch up. And then I get a text from Emmett: I’m so sorry. I think I messed up.

Rating: 3.5 ⭐

Quick thoughts: cute! not my favorite of this universe but solid enough.

[rintoki]

okokok, now that i know you only take thirsts (yes i meant request in my apology 😭😭😭), lemme thirst abt what i sent in.

so i feel like putting a vibe on hanma would result in MASSIVE whining. Like, in public he would still walk up to you, hug you from behing while grinding on you and whine in ur ear, this mf has NO SHAME 💀. But tell him that hes not allowed to show his reactions in public otherwise he wont be allowed to cum? Just imagine the repressed shivers and the held back moans, and the glazed over look in his eyes as he cant focus on anything else but the vibrations>>>>> (But ofc this mf is still composed when talking to people, lil bitch) And when you guys get home? he's desperately humping everything, hell, he'll kneel as ur sitting in the lounge and hump ur leg, sucking and licking at ur thighs to try and win you over. overall, no shame.

Mikey cant handle it, he'll be all whiney and probably have mist in his eyes. He wont show it in public, in fact, he'd be stone-faced except for a few twitches here and there, but because he's generally quiet it wont show. But once you guys get home? He'll be begging and crying to just cum, but he wont beg out-right until you edge him a bit longer, he'll probably try to convince you to let him cum.

Kazutora? HAHA good luck. He REALLY cant handle it, he's moaning mid-sentence to the cashier, almost falling because his knees are too weak so he's leaning against you. Poor baby hasnt had much human contact except for himself so hes SO SENSITIVE. He'd send you pleading looks when you turn on the vibration, and then his eyes'll cross when you turn up the vibration. When you guys get home, the first thing is he'll collapse on the floor bc his knees are too weak, and he'll moan and twitch so prettily and you cant help yourself.

Izana, he would handle it a lot like mikey, but he'll be able to handle conversation and talk to cashiers well, and he probably handles it the best so far. But, what really gets this mf? Overstim. Make him cum w the vibrator in public and keep going. Now he's stuttering and his hips are twitching. He'll lean against your shoulder, hair covering his face and he whispers for you to "Please stop the vibrator" AWOOOGA

Rindo would be silent, as in he'll talk less than he already does, but he'd still muffle his groans n shit. He would let you do all the talking as he's trying to shift in a way that his pants dont rub against against his cock, and make it more sensitive than it already is. He'd fail ofc, so you turn around and all you see is him shifting on his two feet, trying to stop his shuddering from holding back.

Thank you for ur time and i hope you enjoy my little thirst! ❤️

AJSJDJWKDJ AHHHH THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN EBBDBEBDBHSJS HEEHEE

hyjgjjfjr i feel for hanma he’d be such an ass it would not just be one (1) vibe on him, it’ll be like multiple bullet vibrators taped to his stiff cock, even on on his perineum and on his hole. it would absolutely ruin him to switch the vibrations around; first turning it on for the ones on his cock, bringing him to the verge of an orgasm from that. only to switch last minute to the one on his perineum and hole and leave his cock high and dry. he might even have a ruined orgasm from that; his poor cock leaking all over in his pants. way past being shameless in public, he’s damn near on his knees begging you to take him home and fuck him stupid and press the bullet vibrators deep into his hole.

and for mikey he’d pretend to be ok but he’s definitely pouting and trying to convince you to bring him home. tugging on your sleeves and trying to hide his obvious boner. absolutely ruined if you even brush over his cock, bucking his hips and whining into your ear. constantly trying to pull u away to take care of him, king of keeping a straight face though, even if there’s precum dripping down his thighs you won’t even be able to tell, save for the slight red tint on his cheeks.

tora definitely wouldnt be able to take it, probably not more than an hour or two before he’s basically begging for you to take him home. he might even seriously ask to stop because he’s not confident of being able to conceal his moans or what not. like the idea of doing stuff like this in public is arousing to him but not the if people actually found out. it’s only the risk that makes him horny, so when it becomes to hard to hide he gets scared people will find out. instead preferring to have intimate moments in the privacy of your own home.

mmmm izana yes i think overstimulation would get him. especially if you have multiple on him, as well as one you hold on your person. sneakily running the little bullet vibrator over his crotch, watching him shake as you draw little circles with it through his pants. press it against his tip and you’d see him tense, body going stiff before you feel a warm wetness on your hand. izana having just cum in his pants while you continue to trace shapes on his cock. thankful for wearing dark coloured pants because it won’t be his only orgasm as you continue to tease him throughout the day with both the vibrator in your hand and the ones taped to his cock.

oh my darling rindou, he’d have on taped to the underside of his cockhead and another one nestled in his hole, snug against his prostate. alternating between either one throughout the day to extend his suffering and it’s game over if you turn on both at once. he’s the sociable type so it’s would be odd for him to be so quiet in public. chalking in up to feeling unwell, when in fact his belly is tight with heat and his legs wobbly. his walk is all funny as with every step he can vividly feel the bullet vibrator rubbing on his sweet spot in his ass, even worse when you have it on, he has to stop walking completely then.

[kiss-inthekitchen]

all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson

summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting

wc: 1.5k

warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic

a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !

It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.

Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.

You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.

“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”

“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”

You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”

“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.

“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”

“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”

“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.

He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.

Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.

He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”

“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”

“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.

Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”

He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.

“Loki!” you gasped.

“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You’re being so difficult.”

“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”

You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.

“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.

“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.

“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.

“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.

Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.

“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.

“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”

That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”

“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”

“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.

“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.

You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.

“Pathetic,” you chide.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.

You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”

[dokifluffs]

Dada’s Home | Oikawa, Atsumu

Pairings: Oikawa X Reader (female), Atsumu X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffy domestic haikyuu goodness

Author’s Note: oh to be y/n 

Dada’s Home | Kenma, Iwaizumi // Dada’s Home | Ushijima, Tsukishima

Warnings! All post time skip! Spoilers to manga end for Iwa! and also they have kids

OIkawa: 

"Yoohoo, Y/N~” Oikawa’s silky voice sounded from the front door, immediately pulling you from the sleep you were about to fall under as he shut the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes and letting everything drop to the benches near the door 

Your head that was slowly falling, suddenly jerked upright against the couch, baby monitor still on before you on the table still giving you a view of your baby girl fast asleep in her crib upstairs 

“Welcome home, Tooruuuu,” you stretched out every word as well as his name as his smile brightened the room even more as he jogged a little to the couch where you sat 

“I’m home, Y/N~” he leaned down, cupping your head as he kissed you all over, repeatedly to your cheeks and forehead, fits of giggles erupting from all his affection tickling you 

“And how’s our little angel?” He plopped himself down beside you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer 

“She’s sound asleep,” the two of you looked fondly to her through the night vision camera as she laid still, asleep with a bit of her tongue sticking out, a small habit of hers already developed 

“Hm, we should sleep too. Thank you for waiting for me, but next time if you’re about to fall asleep, I don’t mind if you go to sleep first,” he smiled gently, leaning close to peck his lips to yours 

“I might just take you up on that,” you yawned, almost losing balance as you stood but Tooru steadied you 

He smelled so fresh as you walked beside him, you couldn’t wait to sleep 

especially since tomorrow was a rare day off where Oikawa didn’t have practice and you had finally convinced him to rest

tomorrow was going to be one of the first days in so long since the three of you would spend the entire day together as a little family 

You playfully swung his arm as the two of you held hands, walking up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom 

He twirled you around as he nudged the bedroom door open with his foot

“Oh my god, I’m so excited to sleep,” you practically threw yourself into the center of the bed, pulling and burying your face into the comforter and pillows, letting the silky fabric rub against your skin 

“I’m gonna change, don’t fall asleep without me just yet,” he hummed as disappeared into the closet 

“Mmhm,” you could barely keep your eyes open at this point 

By the time Oikawa came back out, donning a loose alien tshirt and pajama pants

and you were basically asleep at this point, your body laid on top of the covers 

“Y/N, you need to actually get under the blanket,.” he laughed as he got onto the bed beside you, laying on the blanket as well as he draped his legs over you 

but just as he did this 

sad cries sounded from the baby monitor 

“Aw, D/N,” you yawned as you naturally gravitated to her nursery whenever she cried 

“Don’t worry, I got her. You get some sleep, alright?” He scooted himself off the edge of the bed as you melted back to your spot. “But asleep beneath the blanket” 

He walked down the hall towards the semi-lit nursery as a nightlight cast dim stars and moons across the room’s walls

“Oh, oh oh, my sweet princess, what disrupted your precious sleep, baby?” Oikawa carefully lifted his daughter from the crib, his presence immediately able to soothe her cries 

“Shh, it’s okay, papa’s here,” he chimed quietly as he swayed side to side, wiping her tears away as her cries got reduced to sniffles 

“Papa’s here,” Oikawa repeated, his voice no louder than a whisper as his daughter leaned close, her tiny hands clinging onto his shirt as he rubbed his hand in a small circular pattern on her back 

her small head resting on his shoulder, her short brown hair that matched Oikawa’s, tickled his jawline and cheek 

“My sweet angel,” he hummed as he just absorbed this moment

Atsumu: 

Atsumu let out a deep yawn as he entered through the sliding door of the side door the two of you mainly used, slipping out of his non-practice shoes, feeling the cold floor through his fresh socks before he slipped into his slippers, scattered around the smaller shoes of your guys’ children

Glancing at the time as he stepped into the main hallway, he was glad he showered back at the gym now since it meant now that he could go straight to sleep

Or so he thought as he plopped his bag down to the side near the coatrack in the corner of the hallway near the front door yet instead of being met with a dark house, the lights were still on

“Didn’t Y/N say she was goin’ ta sleep?” He scratched the back of his neck as he pulled out his phone, rereading the last messages the two of you sent to each other but he was right

That’s what what your last message had read, so why were the lights still o-

And then he saw it as he reached for the light switch, turning off the light to the main hall

“Hey, baby,” his voice was gravelly as the little nickname for his little girl as he locked eyes with his princess

He shuffled his feet over the wooden floors as he walked around the couch where you laid fast asleep, half a blanket draped over your legs as your son laid on your chest, fast asleep with his cheek squished to your collar

“Hm, lucky,” he thought to himself, envying his little son as he knelt down, nuzzling the back of his index finger to the infant’s cheek

You slept peacefully, body and face completely relaxed in the couch cushions, one of your hands draped lightly over the little boy’s back

But before Atsumu could continue giving any more admiration, his finger was suddenly latched by his little girl as she babbled, whining for not having her fair share of attention from her beloved dad

“Shh, I got ya,” he smirked as he plucked her, from her spot not he couch as she wore her little onesie, holding her beneath her bottom, over his sides

She continued her little babbles as she looked up to him with wondrous eyes yet he looked at her with the stars in his eyes as all he could see was her as he held her

“It’s sleepy time, princess,” his voice was even softer as he brushed his hand over her soft, silky hair

He knelt down as she let out a small yawn, resting her head on his shoulder

“Mama,” he rest his hand on your arm, his skin rough meeting yours

He gave you a light squeeze, shaking your arm, rubbing his thumb repeatedly. “Mama,” he called, his voice the slightest bit louder but careful to not wake your son

You took a deep breath in as your eyes cracked open, your eyes burning now that they were open when they should’ve been closed

“Welcome home,” you whispered as you carefully sat yourself up, Atsumu’s hand on your back, helping you up

“Let’s head upstairs and sleep,” he stood, bending down to kiss the crown of your head as you repositioned your hold on your son

The two of you switched off the lights, making your way up the dark stairwell as you tiredly walked up the stairs, anticipating the feel of the bed sinking beneath your weights with Atsumu by your side

You each held a twin as he walked behind, holding his daughter as the warmth transferring from his body into hers began to lull her to sleep The two of you brought them into their rooms, setting them in their cribs on the opposite sides of the room, tucking them in

You leaned on the edge of your son’s crib as memories from the day they were born, from the day the two of you brought them home flooded your mind until a pair of hands snaking around your waist pulled your attention back to the present

“Bedtime for us too,” Atsumu’s voice was velvety in your ear, his chest rumbled against your back as he spoke

He led you by the hand, the door closing behind, his hold never leaving you and it never did the entire night

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