#it is . literally the only time i feel fully awake most days

[mariska]

and what if i just go back to bed. what then

[verycoolsnails]

How do they expect girls to go to sleep during nightime..........

[databent]

I HATE MY FUCKING NOCTURNAL WEEKS THEYRE SO ISOLATING AND BORING FUCK ALL LIFE

[momotorin]

heya @idlesana i have news to say

gp! professor!sana is the sweetest, most responsive professor you've ever had. it's so crazy that she's patient with everyone, especially you. she knows that you've been having difficulty with her class, and makes sure that you're understanding and passing everything.

she's been too patient with you and you just can't help but to adore this absolute glory of a woman— kind, beautiful, and fuck does she know how to make you sit.

well, it wasn't your fault to miss her class. it was your best friend's party, and she's your first class, so you went to her class, half-awake, half-sober.

that was the only day you saw miss minatozaki mad. (and fuck, she's hot.)

after the class, she makes you sit, stares at you with her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose and looks through it with literally the angriest (hottest) version you've seen her.

"you're late, y/n," she stood up, hands on table, still looking at you. "it's your first class of the first semester yet you're here like some drunk fuck."

"so what?" you sighed. "miss sana i do appreciate the comcern but you can't j-"

"what do you mean by i can't just?" she inches closer to you, sitting just on top of the table with her eyebrows creasing in the middle, in anger with what you just said.

"you've said it before to me," she lowly chuckles. "you," she points at your chest. "cannot," she does it again, a little more forcefully. "pass," you try to make her stop, but you just froze at her reaction. "this," she looks at you. "fucking class," she presses, a little more to make you feel a certain pain. "without me."

"i mean it's just a reaction since you've been really helpf-"

"did you think i'm just supposed to be helpful to you all the time? dumb bitch." her hands are now on both sides of your chair, looking down on you. "not even trying to listen to me, just busy with her shitfaced hangover."

"miss min-"

she puts a finger on your lips to shut you up. "don't even try to reason it out. where were you last night? out being fucked by some girl, drunk, on the streets? you look like you'd be the type to."

"no, for fucks sake that was my best friend's party," i chuckled at her. "just got really drunk and it must happens th-"

"another worth from your filthy mouth or i'm going to punish you."

you just nodded, feeling her backing away from you.

"let's make a compromise," she sighs, leaning against her table once more. "let me fuck you like little bitch you are, and i'm going to help you pass. hell, i'd even retell the whole lesson when you're fully sober. deal?"

you couldn't stop yourself, so you stood up to take her into a kiss, deep, passionate, as your tongues clash with each other.

"oh, um," you pulled away, seeing sana display a smirk. "uh.. sorry i-"

"don't be," she chuckles as she held your cheek. she comes close to your ear, whispering, "bend your ass over for me on the table like the little slut you are."

you did, as told, and she pulls down your pants, leaving you in your red, lace panties.

"pretty," she chuckles, tracing her hands on the pattern that drew along your ass. "who's got you dressing up like this, hm?"

"i just didn't have anything lef-"

"i told you, dumb slut," she faces you again, now removing her tie from her neck, pulling it to tie on your wrists. "no talking until i say so. got it, baby?"

you just nodded, complying with her condition. she unbuttons her white dress shirt, slow, teasing as you just watch her get undressed infront of you.

she humms, finally removing her shirt, unclasping her bra. she then moves on to her skirt, revealing a skintight compression boxer underneath.

"fuck," she grunts, hurrying to move the boxers to free her 10 inch cock. "hmm," she sighs, finally removing the length, so hard and ready that you heard it slap to her stomach.

"open up," she held you by the cheek, making you look up at her. "be a good girl and suck mommy's cock." she says, tapping the head on your mouth, forcing you to open. you opened your mouth for her, the length and girth consuming until the tip of your throat, choking you. she puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail as she ruts her hips, not even letting you room to breathe.

"fuck, so tight," she grunts once more, fucking into your mouth faster, making you gag on her cock. "can't take it all, hm?" she teases, making her thrusts slow but forceful.

"take it," she sighs, cumming in your mouth, pulling out to let herself see you receive her cum. "swallow, baby," she said, putting a hand on your cheek. "be a good girl."

you swallow, looking into her eyes like pleading to remove the itch between your thighs.

she then moves, going to your ass, spanking it hard enough to make you yelp.

she pulls your panties down, seeing a trail of wetness that had formed. she kneels and spreads your ass cheeks apart, letting herself see your wetness, so ready and inviting.

she licks a stripe from your clit, to your slit, making her tongue taste your arousal and need for her.

you whined, and received another spank, removing her tongue away fron you.

"so desperate," she lowly chuckles as she stood up, lining her length to your wet, needy little pussy. "i bet you're going to be so tight and warm for me, huh."

she inserts herself in an instant, her full length and girth stretching you whole. "fuck!" you screamed in shock.

she giggled as she leaned to whisper on you. "bet it's your first time to be fucked like this, huh."

you just nodded as she thrusted, slow, getting used to the tightness of your cunt.

"fuck, maybe it's your first time," she says. "is it?"

"yeah, ah," you moaned, tearing up as the stretch was really painful, but her being so deep inside you brings you some kind of pleasure you couldn't explain. she lets you hold onto her hand, as she thrusts in and out of your wetness, slow, gentle, trying to get you to be a little loose. "more."

"yeah, more?" she says, now her hands are placed on both sides of your waist as she builds up her speed. "if you're going to behave, and be my little cocksleeve, i'll give you the most, hm?" she whispered, letting herself succumb into your tightness.

safe to say her best was to let you go down the hallways limping.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Strawhats and Buggy, Shanks and Mihawk’s Preferences on how they sleep/wake up?

Luffy -

● can sleep literally anytime and anywhere

● and is awake the moment he smells food cooking

● "is that bacon I smell" he says shooting up in bed

● "go back to sleep"

● "no way Sanji is cooking breakfast already" and literally jumps out of bed

● also a midnight snacker

● with plenty of snacks hidden under his bunk

● you often get woken up to him snacking next to you in bed

● "luffy what are you doing?"

● with a mouth full of food "....nothing"

Nami -

● a light sleeper

● will wake up if you turn over or move your pillow

● she doesn't get a whole lot of deep sleep because she's always on high alert

● though when she's sleeping next to you she feels a lot safer

● usually wakes up before you and reads until you wake up

● will start mumbling in her sleep when she has a nightmare but as soon as you wrap her in your arms she immediately relaxes

● she really didn't know what it meant to get a peaceful night sleep before meeting you

Sanji -

● the little spoon

● and a huge blanket hog

● you wake up all the time freezing cold because he's wrapped the blanket around himself

● you even tried getting your own separate blankets and he still ends up with both of them by the morning

● loves when you sleep in his clothes

● and loves to be woken up by you kissing his face

● it gets him in a good mood before he has to get up to make breakfast for the crew

Zoro -

● the only normal sleeper really

● sleeps the average amount

● perfect balance of cuddling without overheating

● snores a little but in a cute way

● and he's a morning person so it's easy to get him out of bed

● if you're docked on land then he goes for a morning run before breakfast

● if you're out at sea he has some boat deck curated workouts to do instead to keep his mind and body in sync

Usopp -

● talks in his sleep a lot

● like sometimes you genuinely think he's talking to you but he's fast asleep

● also the most difficult to wake up in the morning

● says "5 more minutes" twenty times

● and wakes up in the weirdest positions

● sometimes even on the floor

● and he drools

● "Usopp you need to wake up we have so much to do today"

● "5 more minutes"

● "you've been saying that for the last 2 hours"

Buggy -

● the most restless sleeper

● he tosses and turns all night long next to you

● and boy does he snore

● sometimes you have to smack him awake when he gets too loud

● "no I didn't trip the trapeze artist - huh what?"

● "Buggy you were snoring again"

● "was not!"

● can easily sleep for a full 24 hours if you let him

Shanks -

● the cuddle addict

● he bear hugs you in his sleep with his leg thrown over your waist

● sometimes his cuddles are a little too aggressive and you have to push him off of you in his sleep because it's too hot

● and in the morning he's fully on top of you again

● if he wakes up first he'll watch you sleep and admire you with hearts in his eyes

● likes to relax in bed and have a nice chat with you before you guys have to get out of bed and start your day

Mihawk-

● needs very little sleep to function

● like it's kind of concerning how little he sleeps

● he is always awake before you

● you'll wake up and he's either sharpening his sword or training

● though occasionally he'll make you breakfast in bed when he's feeling romantic

● "how much did you sleep last night?"

● "I got a full three hours can you believe that"

Cabaji -

● the deep sleeper

● can and has slept through cannonballs being shot off

● has a morning and night time routine for his hair to keep it looking flawless

● says he'll join you in bed in a few minutes

● but takes him a full hour to get his hair contained so he can sleep without messing it up

● snores only if he sleeps on his back

● and the first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning is check his hair

[sprout-fics]

I think abt this all the time so I need to ask you. // whumpy ask ahead

Do you think simon’s ever afraid to sleep with/near his partner bc he gets violent night terrors and he’s terrified he’ll hurt them trying to ‘defend’ himself during a ptsd episode? I don’t think he’d ever be intentionally violent or scary, but I mean the man has been through a metric fucktonne of shit and clearly has survival instincts that rival a grizzly bear, what if he had a night terror and that self-protection instinct kicked in before he could register that he’s safe, he’s not in danger, that someone he loves is on the other end of his self defence? What if he hurt them on accident? What if he’s really as rotten on the inside as he pretends not to be? What if he shatters their trust? The trust he never deserved anyway? What if he’s a monster?

Anyway this thought consumes most of my waking moments. I love him. Put that man in a Shituation

Dark Vision

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OFC 'Fix')

(Of Shadows and Bones Masterlist)

Rating: PG-13 Wordcount: 1.5k Tags: Established Relationship, Sleeping Together, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Second Person POV Warnings: PTSD nightmares A/N: Anon I literally could not resist not only putting that man in a shituation, I will put that man in a shituation with my beloved Fix

He’s talking in his sleep again.

Strange half-mumblings, words with no meaning that you can hear from behind you, curled as you are on your makeshift bedroll. The abandoned cabin on the rise overlooking your RV point does little to insulate against the chill that comes just before dawn. Both your forms are swallowed in darkness as Soap sits outside on third watch, vigilant for any approaching trespassers who may have followed you from the village the three of you had cased for traces of Makarov. Simon had taken the first watch, and you second. By the time you’d come inside to lay down he’d been curled on his side, solidly asleep and clutching one of his blades in a steadfast grip.

Almost as if he was protecting himself not from his pursuers, but from dreams.

“Tommy-”

Your worried frown deepens as the garbled, cracking call from the soldier behind you. You’d situated yourself not far from him, hardly touching except when you’d stretched out your legs. He’d twitched when your boots had grazed against him, and you thought for a moment he’d wake, levy a snarking remark at you. Instead he sucked in a deep breath, released it, and once more fell still. Now, you can feel him twitching in his sleep- little jolts and shudders as he bodily tries to fight off whatever shadows haunt his mind. 

You shouldn’t wake him. You know better than that. Simon isn’t one to appreciate coddling, would merely buck you off and be sour for the next day until he forgot about it. Really, you should just go sit outside with Johnny, feign an excuse of sleeplessness and leave Simon to his restless dreams. 

“F-Fix-”

You nearly startle at that, eyes blinking as you’re suddenly wide awake. You sit up, twist to look at Simon’s shuddering form, curled around the knife in his hands with a death grip. He arches, groans at some unseen entity, the sound dragging low in his chest. Again, he calls your name, and whatever phantom clutches at him feels as if it bleeds into your own marrow, whispering fear and ruin.

You shouldn’t wake him.

You really shouldn’t.

You feel your heart race as you gently lay a hand on him anyways, a soothing touch to his shoulder that he doesn’t notice. 

“Simon.” You whisper softly, gently scooting closer to him. “Simon, love, it’s just a dream.”

The shiver in his limbs seems to abate a bit at that, and you watch as the grip loosens around the blade. You breathe in relief, feeling him grow lax as you continue to whisper to him in reassuring murmurs, trying to ward off his demons that haunt him even in sleep. 

“It’s alright, Simon. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You lean over him more fully now, hesitantly arranging yourself closer to the curl of his spine. Perhaps the proximity is what he needs, the comfort of another’s touch that he’s always so hesitant to ask of you. Nevermind that Soap is outside. Johnny understands to some degree the relationship between you and Simon, and you pray he’ll ignore any murmurs he hears at least until he can needle you about them later. 

You’re careful as you quietly press in behind him, your hand on his shoulder hesitant, and then firm as you adjust your weight-

You feel him stiffen a moment too late.

Simon awakes with a snarl, a wild, feral beast in his fear as he twists towards you, rolls you under him in one swift, powerful motion.

You bring your hands up automatically, years of close combat roaring to life as you try to protect yourself from his violent reaction. Fortunately his movements are weighted with sleep, sluggish to some degree, allowing you to block the hand that moves for your windpipe, seize the wrist holding his knife and drag it well to the side. 

It’s still sheathed.

Simon struggles for a moment, and you watch as he sucks in air, chest rising and eyes bright as he tries to make out the figure below him in the darkness. His instincts are on overdrive, adrenaline fully fueling his blood before he was even awake. You know he doesn’t see you, he sees a threat, something that tried to rouse him for ill-intent. For all he knows you could be an enemy, an ambusher, someone trying to kill him in his sleep. 

You could be Roba, one of his men.

He grapples with you, twists your hands with a little grunt even as you try to shove him off. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, but there’s a part of you that knows that this is Simon. Simon, who has slept near to you a dozen times, who has been in your bed, who has saved your life, who knows your real name, who once smeared blood from your cheek with a fondness that had stolen the air from your lungs. 

“Si-” You try as he hauls your hands above you, forcing yourself to go into limp surrender so as to show you aren’t a threat. “Simon, it’s me. It’s Fix.”

His shoulders are heaving as he finally stills, the blade planted on the floor next to your head. You can see his eyes glinting in the darkness, wild and unfocused, slowly dawning with realization at the sound of your voice. 

You force yourself to swallow the rush of startled surprise in your throat, trying to even your breathing and show him you’re alright. He tenses as you speak. 

“It’s alright, Simon. It was just a dream.”

Simon stares down at you in the darkness, past his mask, eyes wide with shock. There’s a flash of something you can’t name, one that passes over his eyes quickly as it too fades behind the facade of something forced. 

“Fix.” He rumbles, voice hoarse. 

You summon a shaky smile. “Yes, love. It’s me.”

“You’re-” He starts, before biting off his words, unwilling to finish whatever sentence has poisoned his mouth. 

He releases you then, his adamantium grip slowly sliding off your wrists as he braces above you, staring. 

“You were having a nightmare.” You tell him in the silence that follows, and it doesn’t truly touch the words you want to say.

You called my name in your sleep. You were afraid. What did you see? Tell me, please, so I can make it better.

He rolls away from you so his back is once again to you, and you want to chase him, press yourself to his spine as if you’re a shield for his peaceful slumber. 

“Go to sleep, Fix.” He tries, and he sounds so tired, weary in a way you want to aid. You observe him, the way moonlight catches on his shoulders from the open window, the hunch of himself as he tries to shake the remnants of his forbidden vision. 

“Not tired.” You tell him in return, and he sighs- with annoyance or with resignation, you aren’t sure.

You reach a hand for him. He tenses. 

“You shouldn’t have woken me up.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He’s silent at that, and even with his back turned you know he’s fidgeting with his gloves, a sign of distress. 

“I could have hurt you.” He says, and it’s almost angry. Not at you, but at himself. 

You observe him silently, seeing the steady rise and fall of his shoulders, the way his demons chase him into wakefulness.

“You’d never hurt me.” You tell him, and you watch him sink at that, head bowing forward. “Would you?”

“No.” His answer comes quick, and to anyone else it sounds only prompt. To you, it sounds almost desperate.

“Simon.” You murmur, and stretch forward to touch him again. You lay a hand on his shoulder, and he sucks in a breath, pauses, before he gently lays a gloved palm against your fingers. 

“It was just a dream.” You tell him again. He doesn’t nod, but he understands, this you can tell. 

“You should sleep.” He replies, softer now, tired and tender. 

“Only if you try to sleep too.” You offer, and scoot forward so your cheek now rests on his shoulder, feeling him fully relax against your touch. “Just lay down with me. You can stay awake if you want.”

Simon is silent for a moment, and you hold your breath in anticipation. At last, he turns towards you, arranges you in his arms with his back towards the window, his head tucked at the crown of your head.

You rub gentle circles into his hip as he lays your head on his arm as a pillow, curling around you protectively, almost possessively, as if daring his nightmares to touch you.

You don’t speak. There’s little else to say. You know someday he’ll tell you the thing he saw, the vision of you that had him cry out your name from his nightmares. You trust him to carry it until he’s ready, to keep you in his trust until then, and far after. You curl closer to him with a soft sigh, let your eyelashes flutter into a soft doze. 

The knife remains in its sheath, beyond his reach.

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[urhoneycombwitch]

im gonna be at work for high night 🙄 so save my self-indulgent idea for later lu

reader who keeps hitting the snooze button on their alarm and groans knowing they need to get up for work but they just really cannot find the motivation to. The bed is warm and they're so comfortable and what's the harm of calling out....

Eddie who notices they're still laying down, eyes closed and in that fighting off being awake state and he knows there's only so many snoozes they can hit before they're definitely going to be running late so he sneaks under the covers....

and he doesn't come back up again until reader is awake, a tired, but satisfied smile on their face as they blink up at the ceiling. He presses some kisses to their lips/cheek/neck, slick and smelling like them, going "Hi, pretty. Ready to get up now?"

nauuurrr anon 😞 we will miss you but hope u see this after ur shift 💖 eeeheeeeheeeheee I’m literally kicking my feet behind my back sleepover-style giggling at this. that ellipses is so sinister I gotta help it out

+18 mdni

cw: R receives oral + fingering while sleeping (has been previously discussed as a 👍), somno, Eddie’s a soft!dom

___

Eddie’s always so attentive to your needs and state of being- he’s naturally super empathetic. by no means a morning person himself, he learns quickly that the rhythm of your day is usually set by how you wake up.

he’s dealt with the consequences of you having been off to a bad start, before- it takes a huge amount of cajoling or kisses or swinging by the diner for waffles to shake you out of a grumpy funk. and based on the way you’ve been tossing and turning this morning, you’re about to have the most miserable work shift ever.

what he doesn’t have this morning, though, is a lot of time- waffles will have to be for another day. he’s got an even better idea for a sweet wakeup.

he moves slow, weight in his hands on either side of your sleeping frame, kissing as he moves down your body. first to your bare shoulder. then to the side of that pretty nightie’s strap. one for your pebble nipple, peaking through the silk.

Eddie trails his kisses down- one on your stomach, one for the bump of your cunt- pulling the sheets away as he goes.

with fingers nimble and dextrous, he feels for the band of your underwear while keeping his eyes on your face, careful to pause if your expression changes. the goal is to keep you pliant, for this next part…

he gets his head under the edge of your nightdress, pussy fully exposed to the eager lappings of his mouth. with one hand on your stomach to keep your center grounded, Eddie slips the middle two fingers of his other hand into your slippery cunt.

a soft shift of your hips, a whimper, and Eddie moves his hands with your pelvis, using the momentum to dip and catch your clit in his mouth.

he follows with his head as your hips sink back down into the mattress, sucking hard on your beating clit as he goes.

you must’ve been having a dirty dream, ‘cuz you’re already so tight around his fingers, slick pooling in his palm. he laps noisily into your cunt, wet squelch of his fingers bringing you to bleary consciousness.

“whuh- uh- oh fuck, Eddie-”

your legs jerk close on impulse, trapping his head between your thighs, and Eddie thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. fully clothed, about to cream his jeans from eating his girl out. sure, he’s down to meet god, but can it wait a second?

“was dreamin’ you- ah, yeah, there- dreamin’ of you doing this to me. fuck…” your voice ends in a hoarse rasp, your hands shooting into Eddie’s hair, tugging at the roots.

he ruts into the mattress, cock leaking steadily into the fabric of his briefs, humming with pleasure against your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, he hears that tell-tale, breathy little gasp, and you’re gone- clenching around his fingers like a vice, flooding against his pistoning fingers.

he’s gone just as soon as you, coming in hot spurts with each upstroke against the quilt below, moaning into your pussy.

he kisses a sticky trail back up your body, sliding your nightie strap into place, loving and firm- “morning, princess. go take a shower, and no complaining. as a thank you for the wake up gift- ‘kay?”

you wouldn’t dream of complaining, nodding easily to his command, sleepy and sated smile on your face. your arms reach to encircle his shoulders, and Eddie leans in for a kiss- he tastes like you.

[nrdmssgs]

Little things, they do 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) (headcannons)

Masterlist

Part 1 (Alex, Soap, König) here

Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.

Captain John Price

Knuckle kisses. That's it.

Praises you not only when you succeed, but also when you fail. “I know, you tried so hard, love. This doesn't make you lesser. You don't have to prove anything to me. I'm proud of you. You're enough.”

Compliments you at the most random times. You've just woken up with an absolute mess on your head, or you walk around the house in old faded sweatpants and a dirty T-shirt because the rest of the clothes are being washed? John takes your hand, brings it to his lips and whispers "You are incredibly beautiful." or “How did an old git like me ended up with the most gorgeous, hottest  human being out there?”

He has this habit of going behind your back and leaning close to your very ear while telling you something. Maybe he just likes to feel you close and uses it as an excuse, maybe he wants to “envelop” you in a way, hide you from the whole world, sharing his knowledge, feeling, how interested you are in a topic.

One of those people to actually use paper and envelopes, that some hotel still provide their rooms with. You get these long 3-5 page letters from different corners of earth every now and then. They can be absolutely platonic - he can literally describe, what he's seen or overheard on the streets lately or rant about how he wants to hear seabirds voices, but they are interrupted by the unceasing roar of engines and roadworks here… But you see it: every line screams “I love you. I freaking love you so much, it's almost 4 am here, and I'm still wide awake, because I need to write to you, to communicate in any way that will be safe for you.” 

Simon Ghost Riley

He is no stranger to triggered stress or panic. So if you have any phobia, and he finds out about it - he starts protecting you from its triggers. Let's say, you're scared of spiders and scorpions. Even a picture of one can absolutely freak you out. Simon goes above and beyond to shield you from any type of appearance of these creatures in your life. In summer, he'll escort and even tiniest spider out of your apartment, before you see it.

He even shares a googledoc with trigger warning time codes for every piece of media, you wanted to see. Even if it's a long series - he just checks every episode of it on a fast rewind and writes you, if it's fully safe to watch or not. 

Ghost has a wealth of experience in dealing with insomnia and is willing to help you, if you come across this issue. Just don't hesitate to ask - he is ready to spend all the night helping you out. Will definitely start with pressing your back to his chest and guiding you through a breathing exercise.

If you had a bad day and dropped him a message - he`d surely call you as soon as he can to talk you through everything that happened and soothe you. 

“I`m always there for you, you know?” “I know, Simon…” “No, thats not the way, we do that.” “...” “Come on. Say it.” “I remember, ok?” “Say. it. I need you say it out loud.” “You are always there for me, no matter what.” “And?” “... and I can call or text you any time and you'll reach back asap.” “Good job. I'll call you again before you go to sleep.”

Despite his ascetic way of life, he likes nice things and gradually accustoms you to the same preferences. 

It all starts with tea. One day, you go grocery shopping together. You walk between the rows of shelves while Simon stays by your cart. Returning to the cart, you find him skeptically examining the box of tea you dropped into the cart earlier. "What is this?" "It's tea, Simon, stop pretending you can't read." Ghosts gaze eloquently demonstrates his attitude towards this product. "It's trash." He pulls out a simple but elegant box from the top shelf. "This is tea." You try to convince him that with the money spent on that "good" box, you could drink tea all year, but he is relentless. Simon ends up buying the tea himself and brewing it at your place. When you first try it and roll your eyes in pleasure - he smiles contentedly. “Told you.”

Kyle Gaz Garrick

“Babe this is delicious, wanna try it?” - say yes and firstly he will kiss you. You absolutely need to try that ice cream, his tongue is just a nice bonus. Ofc shares his food with you afterward.

One of the most supportive human beings out there. Encourages every your hobby, hella proud of you and not shy to demonstrate it. “Have you heard her singing? RNs got a voice of a songbird!” “Kyle, please, I just went to a few vocal lessons and learned like… 2 songs.” “Those are my favorite ones from now on, love.”

If you work from home, he'll walk into your room randomly (but only when he is 100% sure, you're not on the call), sit beside you and just stare silently at you. Ask him, what's up, and he'll give you a quick kiss on the forehead and walk away grinning. 

Slow dances with you on streets, when you two pass by street musicians. Doesn't care if everybody looking, even if someone pulls out a phone and starts filming this wholesome scene. It's only you in Kyles hands, that matter right now to him. 

If you have a pet - he definitely becomes its new dad. When Kyle is around - your four-legged friend absolutely forgets about your existence, because Gaz is an expert in best scratches!

By the way, your pets birthday is now Kyles official holiday!

[thatgirlstrawberry]

NSFW Alphabet

Smut warning

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

A-Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

After being rough, he would clean you up

Make sure that you’re not hurt and if you are, he would message you anywhere you needed it

He would put you in the bath or shower and wash your body and hair

After he would apologize profusely if he thought he was being too rough on you

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to-“

“Spencer, shut the fuck up. Your dick is magical.”

B-Body part (his favorite body part of yours)

Definitely your thighs and your hands

He likes gripping your thighs when his head is between them

He just lies grabbing them in general

Like there isn’t a time when he’s not touching your thighs sexually or not

Your hands bc he loves when you wrap them around his dick

Or when he has you in missionary and your hands are squeezing his biceps

C- cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves it when you tel him to cum inside you

He’s more than happy too really

When he doesn’t finish inside, he pulls out and comes on your stomach or back— whichever way he has you

D- dirty secret (😈)

He secretly likes it when you take control in bed

He also secretly likes it when you can barely form words when he’s inside you

When you try not to moan but end up failing miserably

When your nails tear skin as they claw at his back while he fucks you

E- experience (How experienced is he?)

Honestly, he wasn’t very experienced before he met you

He had only had sex with four or five people before you

He was a natural though

He knew how to pleasure you by asking you

Spencer is an obedient man— when you tell him you need something, he’ll do it

F- favorite position (what’s his favorite position to have you in?)

He absolutely loves missionary— seeing your face change with every thrust

But he also likes it when you ride him so he can look down and see his dick disappearing inside of you

He also likes when you’re face down, ass up gripping the sheets and arching your back

G- goofy (is he serious or funny during sex?)

When the moment is right, he will definitely laugh with you during sex

Like if one of you laughs, the other one will too

The giggly sex is most likely gonna be in the morning— don’t know why it just seems like that

He’ll be wayyyyy more serious at night

Like after an argument or on an anniversary

Or to celebrate something one of you achieved

H-hair (how well groomed is he?)

He’s not completely shaved down there but he’s not like wild

I’m gonna stop there bc this one is just awkward to me lmao

I- intimacy (how intama

He’s literally the most romantic man during sex

I just can’t like stop thinking about how he would hold you hand against the bed as he went a little slower than usually if you had a bad day or something

When he’s feeling a little down that day, he’d pull you close, chest to chest

His face either hidden in your neck or his eyes closed focusing on your proximity and the way you feel

J- Jack off (when does he get himself off?)

Any time he’s away on a long case

I fully believe that at some point, y’all were having sex and this man just like whipped out a Polaroid camera, took pictures and stuffed them in a secret pocket in his go bag

He’d call you when he knew you were awake and asked if you could face time and show him your 🍒

He’s more subby when he’s masturbating because he’s desperate

K- kinks (what kinks does he have?)

Dirty talk

Praise link

Overstimulating (you)

Dacryphilia (idk if this is a kink but he loves to have you in tears)

You calling him doctor— Ik it’s weird but he’s literally a nerd 😭

Semi-public (I’m talking like bending you over a desk in an empty private office at the BAU)

L- location (where?)

Like I said previously— in an empty private office

Mostly in bed tho

Or bent over the kitchen counter

Or the bathroom sink, making you watch yourself in the mirror

M- motivation (what turns him on?)

You

Literally just you

You could be watching tv and he would be turned on watching your tongue poke out the corner of your lips

He gets turned on when you’re washing dishes

When you’re eating

Literally doing anything

N- no (something he wouldn’t do)

Hit you— he would never inflict pain on you, that’s stepping over a line

Letting someone watch y’all do it/3somes— you’re enough for him

Toys— he wants your orgasms to be from him and him only (and yourself if he’s ever away on a case and you need release)

Spitting on or in you— he thinks that’s weird and a great way to spread germs (and so do I)

O- oral (what’s his preference on oral sex?)

He absolutely loves giving you head

He’s a god at it

He can literally make you come with his tongue in lest than 3 minutes

He loves the way you taste— he thinks you taste better than coffee and sprinkled donuts

Spencer also loves when you give him head

Loves the feeling of your lips and tongue wrapped around him

Thinks that it’s the second best feeling in the world (your pussy being the first)

He loves the way your mascara runs as you take him almost touching the back of your throat

P- pace (is he fast and rough or is he slow and soft?)

A little bit of both

He likes going rough when he needs it- like when he’s mad or frustrated with someone or something (obvi if you ask him to go fast and rough he will— mans will do anything for you)

He’ll go slow if he’s stressed or sad

And if you want it slow he’ll give it to you slow

Basically it depends on the situation

Q- quickies (his opinion on quickies)

He doesn’t really prefer quickies but if he has to leave for a case for a few days he’ll get one in before he has to leave

He likes to take his time therefore, quickies almost never happen

R- risk (is he willing to take risks?)

As long as you want it and it’s not one of the No’s, he loves to experiment

The riskiest thing you’ve ever done is handcuff him to the file drawer in the BAU and suck his dick, almost getting caught by Derek

Laughing when you guys experiment bc he’s all like “this is what I’m supposed to do, right? Are you sure?”

S- stamina (how long can they last? How many rounds can they go?)

Spencer has built up stamina from the start of your relationship to now

He used to only be able to last about 4-5 minutes inside you

Now he can go up to 10 minutes if you go straight to the penetrative sex

If you fore play, he lasts about 7 minutes

He can usually go three rounds before he has to stop

You’re usually a wreck after he’s done

T - toy (does he use toys?)

No

U- unfair (is he a tease? How does he react when you tease him?)

Spencer was too shy to be a tease in the beginning of your relationship

So you were the first one to do the teasing

You walked out of his bathroom the morning after your first time having sex in a towel and dropped it right in front of him

You pretended to not know that his eyes snapped to your dripping wet body and hair and walked towards his closet picking out a pair of his boxers and his shirt

“If you out those clothes on your body before you let me fuck you, I will lose my mind.”

His first time he teased you he called you good girl when you threw a crumpled piece of paper into the trash can from your spot at the kitchen table

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I get on my knees will you call me that again?”

V- volume (how loud is he when doing the deed?)

This man is LOUD

Not like the whiny loud tho

He’s the deep, sexy kind of loud

He’ll breathe all heavy in your ear

He’ll groan loudly and throw his head back when you on your knees for him

Sometimes Spencer will even bite his lip to try not to be loud but It never works

He’ll praise you and then moan low and deep right after

W- wild card (random)

When he plans to have sex, he’ll crate a playlist

“Good girl.”

“Keep those pretty eyes open, for me.”

Loves hearing your moans—

Loves it when you say please/ when you beg him for something

Will turn into a sugar daddy bc he can’t say no to you lmao

He’ll buy you anything you want or even glance at while you guys are walking around a store or a mall

Thinks buying you lingerie is awkward so he just asks you to get a certain set and gives you his credit card

The king of worrying

“Are you okay?” “Does that hurt?” “Did you come? We can go again i swear-“

X-ray (what’s going on under those pants!?)

8 inches

Literally didn’t expect it but after you got used to it you were like

“Oh yeah this is right.”

Y- yearning (how high is his sex drive)

This man can’t go a couple hours without being horny

He’s always wanting you

He always imagines you moaning his name

Long story short, he’s always horny and your sexy ass is to blame

Z- zzzzz (How quickly he falls asleep)

He waits until your comfortable and asleep before he even thinks about going to bed

He scoots closer to you and wraps his arms around your chest and falls asleep a while after

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OMG WHAT IS THIS—

Oky sorry i love you babes! Hope you enjoyed this and I don’t totally suck at writing HCs. There’s a SFW one coming soon tho!!! Stay tuned for that and chapter 12 of Sick Surprise :)

Love youuuuuu!

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[seattlesellie]

HIHIHIHIHI CAN PLS U WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cq4ZwkQJLEM/?igshid=MTIyMzRjYmRlZg==

ELLIE WOULD DEFINITELY DO THIS JUST TO ANNOY AT U FIRST THEN IT KINDA JUST STUCK AROUND

PLELALALSE anon this is so silly and so ellie coded 😭

laying in bed with ellie, just chilling and watching tv, probably family guy (i hq ellie as being a cartoons lover. i already said shed be a sucker for spongebob…. shed probably be like “im sooo squidward dude” when she’s literally spongebob in human form) laying on her chest while shes caressing your head <3 listening to her cackling at silly jokes and throwing out random “that was so funny” and “babe did you hear that? you’re literally meg” which makes you go like????? what are you talking about. you can feel yourself slowly doze off, eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, no longer focused on the screen. now, ellie usually gets pissed when you fall asleep because she wants you to stay awake with her, she has this thing where if she shows you something, whether its a show or a movie she likes she would quite literally stare at you the entire time to see your reaction, like if you dont laugh at something she finds to be the most hilarious thing in the world (watching superbad with her was an experience) she would literally roll her eyes at you and get mad 😭 (this one time she was fully side eyeing you throughout an entire one and a half hour movie and you were like “ELLIE i can see you looking at me”)

but, you look so peaceful and cute laying on her that she almost doesnt nudge you, almost lets you be and allows you to sink in to a deep sleep…. almost. but its ellie. and she cant. so she pokes you lightly till you open your eyes and shes just fixated on you. she looks so serious and goes like “babe. i have something super duper fucking important to tell you” and youre all concerned and ask her what happened. n she almost feels bad but she pulls you in to sit next to her.

“i need to do something” she says w her raspy voice and youre gone because why the hell is her voice so dreamy?

she slowly moves her face closer to yours, puts her hand on your cheek and kisses you. and its so sweet and so delicate, that its almost believeable that this is the only thing she wanted to do.

“awww…” you peck her again. “just wanted a kiss?”

shes like, swallowing in her grin now. and she looks so stupid because god knows ellie cannot hold her laugh like, ever.

“mhhm” she says, and she moves closer to kiss you again. this time, she just BLOWS HER FUCKING LUNGS OUT INTO YOUR MOUTH and bursts out laughing like a fucking idiot. youre stood there like 😨 and shes wheezing “oh my god - you should see your face dude” wiping away her dumbass ellie tears. safe to say ellie keeps doing that over and over again till one day you decide to do it back to her, which makes her go like “woah… did you just” looking like a kicked puppy 😭

[igotanidea]

Snow: Jason Todd x reader

Christmas bingo day 20: snow

No one was truly expecting a white Christmas that year.

It was rather wise to not get ones hope up because the weather forecast on every channel were only predicting rain instead of snow.

But-

There's this saying that Christmas is a time of miracles.

The first flake was almost shy, landing on the windowsill of their apartment. Quiet and curious almost as if it was trying to take a peak of what was happening inside and stirring Jason awake when he opened his eyes the most amazing and magical view came to his eyes.

Dozens and dozens of little pieces of snow falling from the sky turning the dark, gloomy landscape of polluted and crowded city into a real winter wonderland.

Jason smiled to himself observing it for a moment enjoying the moment of peace and quiet. A luxury he didn't get to indulge in very often. But just for now everything was good in the world. Just for a moment he wasn't a vigilante but travelled back in time to happier times, to his childhood at the Wayne manor. He was a boy playing outside the walls of his house with Alfred, laughing and just having fun, being carefree and content.

No Batman, no robin, no villains and vigilantes.

Just a boy and his grandad making a snowman and warming up in the kitchen with a cup of hot tea each.

This memory was so vivid that Jason could almost see that little 12 year old rascal waving at him in a funny gesture trying to tell him to not be so serious.

And it made him sigh in reverie shifting position to get a bit more comfortable and able to observe the weather.

"Hmmm...." A groggy, half asleep voice came from the right side of the bed.

Y/n.

His y/n.

His anchor in the world full of awfulness and coldness.

His Ariadne leading him back to himself when he was getting lost in the twisted paths separating Jason Todd from Red Hood.

His saviour. His light in the darkness.

His voice of reason.

He sighed again, but this time for different reasons.

This woman. This wonderful woman sleeping so peacefully next to him, due to some miracle feeling safe in his presence.

She would never fully comprehend how much she meant to him.

How she saved him from himself.

Staying despite all the blood, pain, hurt and worries.

'what time is it--?" She muttered rolling on her side rubbing her eyes in that cute manner she had since teenage years. The lightness coming from the window made her squint but her gaze immediately moved back to Jason's face and all that loving and caring she saw in his eyes sped her heartbeat immediately. "Hi..."

"Hey pretty girl." Second later she was being hugged and held close to his chest learning that his heart was beating equally hard and fast "missed you." Jason couldn't help nuzzling into her hair breathing the sweet scent of her shampoo. Of her.

"We literally slept together."

"Even worse!" Jason laughed "I spend the night with the most amazing woman to walk the earth and cannot remember it!"

"It was just a couple hours -'

"Too long." He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers welcoming that familiar tingling that always came with her closeness.

"What time -" she tries again but he only repeated the action. To hell with the time.

"Too early babe. You're not going anywhere -"

"Are you keeping me captive now?" She teased raising an eyebrow

"Can't see you actively fighting love-"

Smirk.

A seductive brush of his hand on her leg moving up, up, up...

Such a nice prelude to a very nice morning...

"Daddy! Mummy!"

Such a lost opportunity.

"It's snowing! It's snowing!" Their little 5 year old daughter rushed into their bedroom not realising that she interrupted something very personal, jumping on the bed and pressing her little hand and her cute tiny nose to the window admiring the white landscape. "Do you think Santa will find a way to us with all that?" A slight frown appeared on her pretty face and both Jason and y/n laughed at the confusion.

"You're so thoughtful aren't you little one?" Y/n opened her arms inviting her daughter for some morning cuddles.

"I just want presents..."

"Aren't you just like your father..."

"Hey! I'm here!" Jason hissed playfully before grabbing his child and retrieving it from y/n, starting rolling in the bed and tickling both of his girls at the same time. "You'll get your gifts kiddo no worries. Santa got his ways. But before that..." He layed d/n on his chest "were gonna get the sleight and have some fun outside, how does that sound ?"

"Yay!" D/n jumped in excitement and hugged him closely "love ya daddy!"

"Did you hear that y/n?" Jason smirked and looked at the older girl "you got competition"

"I'm not giving you up that easily!" Y/n snuggled into his side "but maybe can share"

Jason wanted to say it.

To tell them both how much he loved them and that he was never letting them go.

But the lump in his throat made it impossible.

Or maybe it was because of that 12 year old looking at him, and feeling proud of what he achieved.

[angelkissiies]

pls do abby x reader thigh riding 😭

and they were roommates

abby anderson x reader

cw : smut ,, thigh riding ,, choking / breath play ,, praise ,, friends to fucking p much lejsks

wc : 2.2k

a/n : the title made me giggle ,, that’s all ,, jk ,, I don’t proof read like literally anything so ignore any spelling mistakes or errors I’ve been writing this for too long

The hair stuck to your face wildly as you rutted your slick cunt against the balled-up sheets. It was late. Half past twelve, as the clock read. You’d been aching all day, some unsettling urge dampening your panties as you attempted to go about your daily duties. Something within you snapped, sending you into somewhat of a heat. You were insatiable, your thoughts being clouded most of the day with lustful scenarios of your roommate. Someone you knew would be coming home soon- as you frantically tried to relieve the ache in your cunt. 

“Goddamn it!” You huffed, falling back down onto the plush mattress. It was not the first time you experienced such frustration, seeing as it all traced back to her. It seemed silly, but she managed to push all the right buttons by just existing. Her sheer presence was enough to send a gush of arousal straight to your cunt. She was so tall, so strong, and so fucking dominant. Her physique and attitude demanded respect, and that had begun to mess with your head. You shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, it was wrong. You shared a living space with her for Christ's sake, not to mention the fact she was due back at any second and you were sitting pantless on a pile of wet sheets with the most sexually unappealing pout on your lips. 

Abby Anderson was a plague, once you got it the diagnosis was terminal. Only a little left to live before you died of the frustration she bubbled inside of you. You were sure it would eat you alive, the negging feeling returning as you quickly moved to your dresser to grab some underwear. The last thing you needed to add to your list of misery was being caught half-naked by the woman. It was hard enough seeing her every day, catching glimpses of her muscles as she changed in her huddled corner- back straining against any fabric she tried to cover with. Your eyes found her everywhere- she was like a flame. You the moth. Somewhere along the way, you were surely going to get burned.

The lock clicking made your heart skip a beat, dashing back over to your bed as you tried to collect the soaked sheets before they could be seen- stuffing them under your bed haphazardly as she burst through the door. 

“Oh, hey. You’re awake.” She hummed, closing the door quietly as she threw her key ring down on the counter. Her hair was doused in a light coat of rain, making you glance towards the windows- seeing that it had begun to storm outside, how that didn't catch your attention before escaped you. “My stupid key keeps getting stuck.” 

You nodded, sitting down on your barren bed- pulling a pillow over your lap to cover your indecency as she moved further into the room, heading for her bed. “You could, uh, take mine if you need. I don’t really use it anyways.” You replied, trying to make yourself seem as small as possible as she halted slightly in front of your bed. 

Abby’s eyebrows knitted together as she glanced at your bed, seeing a thick tuft of sheet peeking out from underneath the edge of your bed. Laundry day wasn’t until Wednesday, right? It was only Monday. “Yeah, thanks. That would be really cool.” She began, before nodding down at the crumbled ball. “What happened to your sheets?”

You kicked yourself mentally, face instantly flushing as you shook your head in the most nonchalant way you could. “Oh, nothing. Just spilled something on them, no worries.” You lied, using a foot to gingerly kick them fully under your bed. Something about the way she narrowed her eyes at your statement had your stomach knotting, seeing the hesitation before she eventually made her way over to her bed. 

“Are you gonna tell me what's going on with you?” She asked, letting her backpack fall to the floor before sitting down on the edge of her bed to untie her boots. She spared you a glance, peering up at you through her heavy blonde lashes as she waited for your answer. 

Fuck you, Abby Anderson, and your irresistible fucking attitude.

“It’s nothing. Nothing is wrong.” You coughed, clearing your throat to sound more even, legs squeezing together as you shivered under her gaze. So dominant, even when she probably shouldn't be. Like now, when her roommate wanted nothing more than to jump her bones. “Why do you think something is wrong?”

Abby rolled her eyes, standing up and pushing her boots to the side of the floor as she unbuckled her belt and pulled it off in one single swoop- letting it fall to the floor with a loud thunk. “I know more about you than you think.” She murmured, taking a couple steps forward- coming in reach of your bed as she did so. “Your eyes are dilated, sheets gone, no pants, and-,” She chuckled, now standing almost too close to you. “It smells like sex in here.”

Your mouth opened and then closed again, words escaping you as you looked up at the overwhelmingly intense aura that was Abby Anderson. “I, uh, I don’t know what you mean by that.” You said, shaking your head as you felt the heat rise in your face. You wanted to crawl into your sheetless bed and pretend this didn’t happen, praying she was just teasing you again, not wanting to risk ruining your friendship for something that probably meant nothing to her. 

“Was someone else here?” She asked, her large hand coming to rest on the soft cursive of your neck- thumb tracing over the protruding of your muscle. She could feel your rapidly beating heart, chuckling to herself silently. 

What? Why would that matter? 

You shook your head, confusion and arousal clouding your thoughts as you kept your gaze locked onto hers. It was like some twisted competition, who was going to break first? “N-no, nobody was here.” You clarified, clearing your throat. 

Abby let her hand explore the soft skin of your collarbone, fingers lightly caressing the dips in your skin as she found herself growing more and more impatient. The tension in the room was enough to kill, and she was tired of it. “Were you touching yourself?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, fingers dragging down to brush against the hem of your T-shirt. 

“Yes.” The words came out before you could stop them, kicking yourself for being so easily manipulated by the woman. She was like a drug to you, clouding your mind and inhibitions with some feral lust. You wanted to be embarrassed, but as her fingers drew harsh lines into your skin- you felt the heat in your core pulse, sickly wishing she’d make a move. 

A soft groan left her lips, finally allowing herself to indulge in the urges she’d had since being assigned roommates. She was much better at hiding her intentions, never letting you see just how badly she wanted you. It was as easy as breathing when she was out, but as soon as she came home and smelled your sickly sweet scent it was like she’d been collared- mind completely taken up by you. “What were you thinking about?” It was a push, a disguised beg, for you to tell her it was her you were thinking of. It was her that you wanted. 

You leaned into her touch as her hand moved to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing over the flushed skin of your cheek. You hesitated, not wanting to be read this the wrong way- though the look in her eyes was more than telling, you more so didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself. “Well, nothing really, just sex?” You spoke aloud, the words coming out sounding more like a question than an answer, biting the inside of your cheek as you watched her tilt her head knowingly. “Fuck, okay. You.” 

Abby chuckled, nodding her head as a rush of need washed over her. “Yeah? What about me, pretty?�� She asked, thumb coming to skim across your bottom lip, soaking in the hitch in your breath as she did so. The things she'd do just jump your bones now, having you underneath her writhing around as she finally got to touch you the way she wanted to. 

Your thoughts flickered back to earlier, the images of the woman before you clouded your memory. It was so silly, she would think so too, considering there was no real reason. It was just her. “Just you, Abby. I just couldn’t stop thinkin about you.” You mumbled, taking a small breath as you squeezed your legs together- trying to dull the ache in your cunt as you watched her closely. Even now, the looming sight of her was enough to send a pitiful rush of lust into your stomach. 

“Fuck.” She hissed, not being able to hold her composure anymore, hand coming to the nape of your neck- pulling you into her as she dipped down to meet your lips. Her fingers were needy, twisting in your hair as she swallowed all of the little noises of surprise she drew from you. She was never good at waiting, even worse at stopping. She slid her free arm under your hips, lifting you off of your bed as she took your place- settling you on her lap roughly. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this.” 

You practically moaned at her words, chasing her lips as she pulled away to press wet open-mouthed kisses down the flesh of your throat, hands exploring her solid torso. You didn’t even know what to do, your entire mind blank as you melted into her feverish touch. “‘Want you so bad.” You panted, eyes blown as you ran your nails over her muscled arms, aching for her to do something- do anything. 

Her hands detached from you for half a second before she found the soft curve of your hips, hands latching onto them as she settled you onto the thick muscle of her thigh- her legs parting to account for your knee. “You’re so pretty, god.” She huffed, pressing your cunt down onto her tensed thigh. “Just wanna see you fall apart.” 

The sensation was like a shock to your system, making your mouth fall open as she drug your hips against her- the ridges of her muscles creating a delicious friction against your clit. “Abby!” You gasped, hands gripping onto her shoulders now, as you attempted to buck your hips- aching for more of what she was feeding you. You could feel the wetness from your cunt soaking through the thin underwear and onto her jeaned leg, almost making you embarrassed had you thought about it any longer, mind-clearing almost instantly as she moved a hand to grip your chin. 

“Look at me, pretty.” 

You forced your eyes to open, focusing on her flushed face as the pleasure made you dizzy- rutting mindlessly on her thick thigh with her help. It was unlike anything you’d felt before, bundle of nerves swollen as she pushed your hips down- the pressure drawing an obnoxiously loud whine from you. It was like your body wasn’t yours anymore, cunt gaining a mind of its own as you submitted to its will. “Oh god.” You whimpered, nails digging into her shoulders hard enough to leave marks. 

The only pleasure like this you’d ever gotten had been from your pillows, making your mind fuzzy as you reminded yourself that this was real. The woman beneath you was real. You weren't dreaming again, her thick hands explored your body like she was there for something specific yet they never found their destination- sending chills down your spine as you felt your stomach tighten. “I won’t last, I'm close, Abs.” You whined, thighs attempting to squeeze together despite her blockage. 

“Already, baby?” Abby chuckled, hand creeping down to rest on your throat- encouraged by a small noise from you, fingers finding your pulse points almost instantly- clamping down to cut off the blood. It was cute, she thought, how easy it was to please you. She could feel your thighs trembling around her, making her smile as she peered up at your lust-blown eyes. They were all pupil, big and doe-like as you silently begged her to cum through broken gasps for air. “Cum on my thigh, pretty, c'mon.” She urged, loosening her grip to let you breathe before tightening again. 

That was all it took, the rush of pleasure sending a white-hot pulsing into your cunt, spilling cum into the soaked fabric of your underwear before it seeped out onto the wet jean that was now sticking to her thigh. Your body folded, limply laying against her as you let out whiny noises of contentment against her neck. Her hand came to rest on the nape of your neck, coaxing you out of your high gently as she leaned back onto the soft mattress- keeping you secured to her chest as she did so. “Good girl.” She hummed, ignoring the dull ache in her cunt, willing it to fade. 

“What about you?” 

“In time, pretty. In time.”

[tia-222]

Hello, first of all, my English is not good. I've been dealing with the law of void and assumption for a long time. I tried a lot of methods but still can't enter void. I have no clue what the problem is. Help

Hii love 💗, Aww don't worry . I perfectly understand what you are saying<3 .

My advice :

✩ STOP OVER CONSUMING INFO ABOUT THE VOID STATE.

✩ STOP PUTTING THE VOID ON THE PEDESTAL , LITERALLY. HOW CAN YOU PUT A MEDITATIVE STATE ABOVE YOU?

✩ YOU NEED STICK TO A METHOD THAT IS COMPATIBLE WITH YOU.

✩ FOLLOW WHAT RESONATES WITH YOU OTHER THAN THAT , JUST LEAVE IT.

✩ THERE IS ONLY PROBLEM HERE, YOU ARE NOT ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT YOU ARE THE MASTER OF THE VOID!

✩ THIS IS YOUR REALTY AND YOU CREATE THE RULES. EVERYTHING IS EASY FOR YOU.

✩ DROP THE OLD STORY ABOUT THE VOID. AND PERSIST INTO THE NEW STORY THAT YOU ARE A MASTER MANIFESTER AND A MASTER OF THE VOID STATE.

✩ PERSIST IN YOUR NEW ASSUMPTION THAT YOU WILL ENTER THE VOID INSTANTLY.

✩ The fact is the void is the most easiest thing to accomplish , but we somewhat have one fail attempt builds an assumption that entering the void is hard. When we should have just , assumed that every attempt we had takes us closer to the void state.

Take a break from entering the void state( Depends on how long you want too). And stop over consuming info on any platform.

I can recommend you to do a void challenge that will help improve your void concept :

7 DAY VOID CHALLENGE :

THIS CHALLENGE WILL BE USED TO REPROGRAM YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND AND WILL THEREFORE IMPROVE YOUR VOID CONCEPT.

Reprogram subconscious :

1. In the morning , once your wake up your subconscious is mostly awake for 30 minutes ( it's like morning Sats). Do this reality shifting Meditation, it help will help you Shift into your desired State. When you start to think and act from your desired State, your thoughts will naturally align to your beliefs causing the entering the void to become natural for you.

Affirm and Persist :

2. Throughout the day for at least 10 minutes , Affirm " Regardless of everything , I always enter the void within minutes", " I have mastered the void state ". Choose any one. Keep an alarm to remind you to affirm. This is your new Assumption. "This assumption, though denied by the senses, if persisted in, will become fact."

3. YOU ARE GONNA FALL ASLEEP IN THE WISH FULLIED STATE.

Firstly, Reach a point of relaxation and Drowsiness. Then start to think and imagine from the point of view of being easily to enter the void state. Think how wonderful it feels to have all your Manifestations after the void. You can even say " isn't it wonderful , I entered the void and manifested my dream life". Repeat this until you fall asleep. Doing this entering the void will become natural for you and overall help you with your void concept♡.

You can listen to one of these subs overnight :

Sub 1 , Sub 2 , Sub 3 , Sub 4

( Note all of these Subliminal's have success stories )

Repeat for 7 Days.

This challenge will make entering the instant and a fact for you to accept ♡

[ur-dad-satan]

MC was helping Solomon test some potions for their class when he hands them a bright orange potion in a sciency looking flask and tells them to drink it. Once they do, there are no physical changes, but MC feels strong. Through trial and error, the two find out that MC is now inhumanly strong, and they just had to show everyone. This is how I think the brothers (and Dia) would react to MC picking them up and putting them on their hip.

(the youngest 3 bros and Dia)

*.*.*.*.*.

Asmodeus

MC walked into Asmo's room, and he ran and hugged them as if he hadn't seen them in days. It had literally only been a few hours since they last saw each other but whatever. MC picked him up, spun him around and placed him on their hip.

Asmo would be in complete shock.

"MC! I didn't know you were so strong!!"

Asmo audibly loves it and is having the time of his life.

Of course, he would ask how it happened and be absolutely amused.

"Imagine if you were this strong all the time! We could have so much fun!"

He would let his mind wander and squeeze MC tight.

He would not let MC leave his room until the effects wore off.

(If the effects even do wear off)

Beelzebub

MC went past the kitchen and saw Beel rummaging around the kitchen. MC tried to tell him to get out of the fridge, but he complained that he was just looking for a snack. Unfortunately, for Beel, MC physically pulled him out of the fridge and placed that giant beefy boy on their hip with an exasperated smile.

"... MC what the fuck?"

Beel was completely perplexed and slightly scared.

MC would explain how it was Solomon's fault and Beel would be slightly less perturbed.

"I'm not going to lie to you, MC; I'm terrified right now."

MC would eventually calm him down and he would realize it's not that bad.

Beel would slowly notice that he kinda feels weightless and ends up kinda liking it.

"I still don't understand this completely, but I guess it's not that bad."

He'll hug them to show no ill will but ask to be put down. He'll even mention that he would rather lift them up.

And he would do so and MC would kiss his cheek

Belphegor

Belphie was asleep in the middle of the floor in the common room. The only reason MC knew, was because they tripped over him on their way to their room. MC tried to wake him, but he barely opened his eyes; that is until they lifted him up by his armpits like a small child and put on the human's hip.

Belphie's eyes would shoot open as he's fully awake now.

"I know I'm smaller than most of my brothers but how the fuck?"

MC would explain and Belphie would swear to kill Solo if it left any permanent effects.

Then he would realize how this would look to a prying eye and immediately hate it.

"Put me down. Right now."

He would probably try to wiggle and push away a bit but end up being too tired.

He would stay mad about it until he realizes he can sleep on MC like this.

Immediate mood change; Belphie would wrap his arms around MC and go back to sleep with a contented smile.

Diavolo

MC was walking past the student council room at RAD when Dia's voice rang out to them. MC knew that was the chance to surprise him with their new strength. They walked in and asked Diavolo if they could show him something which, of course, he agreed to. He was not prepared to be picked up and placed on the human's hip when he stood up.

His eyes lit up when it registered where he was.

"MC! Why are you suddenly so strong?!"

Dia is loving it. He's ecstatic even though he knows this isn't normal.

"MC how did this happen?"

MC will explain and Dia will listen intently listen.

For some reason, the whole situation would be absolutely hilarious to him. He would be cracking up for a hot minute.

"While this is very humorous, I am curious as to whether or not this potion will have any long-term effects on you as a human."

He's still made no move to indicate that he wants to be let down. In fact, he would wrap his arms around MC and pull them in tighter.

"This is so exciting! May we stay like this for a bit longer?"

He's also using this as an excuse to not do his paperwork.

15 notes and I'll do the last 4 undatables (sorry no Thirteen, Raph or Mephisto bc I don't know enough about them)

[iamthecomet]

You can't just say Aethdew sexting while Dew's on tour and get away with it

I'm so glad you asked about this. It's been plaguing me for literal weeks. (@miasmaghoul can back me up on that). Enjoy. <3

Aether's phone buzzes late. Well after midnight, like usual. He doesn't know what time it is where Dew is--earlier by an hour or two he guesses. He'd like to say he's keeping track. That he knows exactly where they are. He kept track for the first week or so. Looked at all the pictures, watched the videos. But that started to crack something painful open in his chest. Loneliness. Jealousy. He made the right choice--he knows it. But man, it doesn't make the ache for the stage any less. He wants to be there with them. Mostly, he wants them all here with him.

The message doesn't wake him up. Sleep has been elusive since his pack went on tour. He finds himself awake most of the night--sleeping in fits during the day. Curled up in sunspots. Dragging Sunshine into a nap with him. His mind wanders less in the sunlight.

The TV is on low. Still on the show Sunny left it on when she went to bed, kissing Aether on the temple and telling him not to stay up all night. The light flashes over his face, he's watching, but he isn't. It drones on, something about baking that Cumulus probably loves.

Aether looks at his phone. He knows it's Dew before he really looks at it. He's the only one who texts him in the middle of the night. Heedless to time and basic human decency. Aether is grateful for these middle of the night texts. He gets one almost every night. He probably won't mention it to Dew--then he runs the risk that they'll stop.

Droplet: Can't sleep.

Aether shakes his head. He thinks about asking what time it is. Asking more details. Asking him why, exactly, he can't sleep this time. But he doesn't really want an essay on the shitty hotel bed and the scratchy sheets. Or how the bus is too loud. He just wants Dew. A: How was the show?

D: hot. Good I guess. A show. You know?

Aether does know. They run together after a while. Blending until it's hard to remember what happened in France and what happened in Spain. He doesn't miss that part, the exhaustion, the bone-deep fatigue that you have to push through every day.

A: hotel?

D: yeah. Rooming with Swiss. Wanna help me sleep? Aether looks at the text. Tries to smother the desire already curling in his gut. Of course he wants to help Dew sleep. He wants Dew to be here so he can press him into the couch and kiss him breathless. Wants to sheathe his fingers inside Dew's over-warm body and finger him until Dew begs.

A: you could ask Swiss.

D: don't want Swiss.

Aether stares at the message. Three words and he's already chubbing up. Show me he texts back. Slipping his free hand into his sweatpants and wrapping his fingers around his cock. Let me help. The next thing Aether knows his phone is ringing. He fumbles with it, trying to answer the video call and keep his hand on his dick. He half expects Dew's face to fill the screen, instead he's met with his cock. Hard, already flushed red at the tip and shiny with pre. Dew's spidery fingers are wrapped around the base. Aether watches the way his stomach muscles jump as his fingers contract and release. Dew's sweatpants are pulled down to his thighs, bare toes pressed into the white tile floor, already curling. "Tell me what to do," Dew whispers. "Are you in the bathroom?" Aether asks, narrowing his eyes and trying to get his barring. Dew snarls. "Does it matter, come on, Aeth. Please." It's the please that gets him. Always is. It's a rarely used weapon in Dew's arsenal, but it's lethel. Aether can't deny him when he asks nicely. Why would he want to? "Go slow, tell me what it feels like." Dew's breath stutters. Aether watches his hand drag up the length of his cock. Watches it kick in Dew's palm. "Better if it was you." "Wish it was," Aether says. He's fully hard now, heavy in his own hand. He matches Dew's pace, mimics his motions. It's almost enough to pretend it's Dew's skinny hand. Aether bites back a moan as Dew rubs the palm of his hand over the flushed head. "Aeth," Dew whines after a few minutes. He's shaking a little. "Need more." Aether knows the feeling. Body screaming for him to just move, for more, for something rough and desperate. "Yeah, yeah, faster now. It's ok." Dew groans when he finally lets loose. Aether matches his rough pace, precum soaking into his sweatpants. Listening to Dew pant and whine as stands, dick in one hand, phone in the other. Aether watches Dew's pre drip from his cock and onto the tile and he thanks Satan for good internet connections and better phone cameras. Dew makes a noise Aether knows too well. Gut punched. Desperate. He can see his toes curling. Can see the fine shake in his thighs. Aether longs to reach out and touch him. To be the one with his hand wrapped around that cock, to feel the pulse of it. He squeezes his own, balls drawing up tight against his body as he watching Dew drag himself closer and closer does him in. "Aeth--" "Me too, let me see it. Come on Dew, make a mess for me I wanna--" Dew swears, his rhythm falters. His cock kicks in his hand and Aether watches as he cums across his own knuckles and onto the floor. The video shakes as Dew tries to keep the phone in his hand as he cums. Gasping. Aether wishes he could see his face--could watch the way his eyes roll back in his head--next time. He doesn't need it, the sight of Dew cumming is enough to send Aether over the edge. Groaning, spilling into his sweatpants and over his hand. He digs his teeth into his cheek and tries to keep his eyes open--watching as Dew wipes his hand off on his pants and pulls them up. Aether drops his head back against the couch cushion and tries to breathe normally. Dew's face fills the screen next. Flushed, still panting. His hair is a mess. He smiles at Aether, wide and dumb and sleepy. Aether can't help but smile back at him. He feels insane. He feels like if he tried hard enough he could reach through his phone and drag his fingers over Dew's cheekbone. "Better?" he asks. Dew nods. "Still miss you though." "Few more weeks, Firefly. And it'll be my hand, I promise." "Hopefully more than your hand," Dew grins. He tries and fails to stifle a yawn. "Go to sleep, Dew." Dew frowns. But he steps out of the bathroom and kills the light. Dew's face is illuminated now by only the light from his phone and the TV, droning in the background just like it is for Aether. "Same time tomorrow?" Dew asks. Aether nods, "I'll be waiting."

[kittencomicslol]

Awake at night again unable to sleep. Decided to write another snuggle/comfort fic with Gyutaro but this time w demon Gyutaro!! Hooray :3

No TW’s, it’s literally just more tooth rotting fluff. It’s a little short but it’s nice. Did my best to spell check this one too but Y’know I was sleepy so if there’s any errors just lmk >_<

With a small little huff, Gyutaro laid down next to you on the bed. It had been a rather long day… Daki handled a Hashira rather immaturely. Though everything ended up fine after Gyutaro came quickly to defend her, and their secretive location didn’t get it out, it was still upsetting for Gyutaro. He tried to explain to Daki that she needed to be more careful about dealing with high ranking slayers and per usual, Daki got upset and whined about how he needed to let her be ‘more independent’.

Gyutaro didn’t try to push much since the last thing he would ever wanna do is upset his dear little sister, but he was still rightfully annoyed after their fight.

“Hey..”

You spoke out softly, your voice ringing in his ears in a way he could only describe as comforting. Somehow, your presence was always able to help him calm down even when in a fit of blind rage, and oh how he loved you so for it.

Gyutaro was still upset, and since he didn’t know how to properly handle or express his feelings he just let out an angry huff as he kept his back turned to you. Fortunately for him you knew him well enough to understand what was going on and how to help.

You weren’t pushy, and you didn’t ask him a bunch of questions or berate him. You simply scooted closer, gently wrapping your arms around his thin body and resting your head against his back. Gyutaros heart ached.

He loved how sweet you always were with him, how you handled him so gently as if he were the most precious thing in the world. He loved you dearly and if there was one thing he didn’t want, it was for you to be uncomfortable. He hated being the little spoon when you cuddled or having you up against his back. He knew his body wasn’t perfect.. he didn’t exactly mind. He was proud of his ugliness and how much of a monster he was, but he still knew that it would be less appealing to touch. He knew you claimed it was fine but he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable due to his weird protruding bony spine or hips.

He grumbled slightly, flipping over and gently pulling you against his chest. He made sure to not bring you too close though, out of fear his ribs might make you uncomfortable. But you didn’t seem to mind all that much when you gladly snuggled yourself up against him, resting your head against his weird skinny chest.

Gyutaro didn’t think he would ever fully comprehend how or why you were so comfortable with his deformed hideous body.. but it’s not like he was upset at you for it. If anything, he was impressed and thankful that someone could actually love him. He had grown up accepting the fact he would always be alone and became content with making Daki his top priority.. but then you came along.

Gyutaro grumbled, nothing coherent or of meaning; just a habit he had when thinking about something or having overwhelming feelings. He wanted to scratch himself since even thinking about the fact you loved him overwhelmed his senses.. but he didn’t. He wanted to keep you safe and comfortable, and right now that consisted of holding you close.

“It’s nice to see you, Gyutaro.. seems like you had a long day, hm?..”

Your voice was something he would never get used to either. But that wasn’t a bad thing at all, because he would never get tired of how soothing it was. He huffed in an upset manner and nodded slightly, seeming to be in a frustrated almost nonverbal state.

He was glad you never pushed when he was upset, because even if he knew he wouldn’t ever lash out or harm you because he loves you too much, he still got frustrated from questions when he was upset. He always found them so hard to answer when he was overwhelmed which only always caused a spiral into more anger.

A content sigh escaped the demon's lips as he felt your hand gently run along his back in a tender manner, selfishly indulging into all of the pampering you gave him despite his knowledge he did not deserve such love. It was only natural after all.

“Well, don’t worry.. we don’t have anything to do at all tonight… we can just relax.. sounds good?”

Simple yes or no questions were always better in moderation during such situations, especially if it was context to help him settle down. Gyutaro let out a grunt and nodded again, giving you a slight squeeze while keeping you held close.

You couldn’t help but smile, grateful he was trusting enough of you to confide in your comforts when he felt vulnerable. Hell, he didn’t even do this sort of thing with Daki.. he didn’t want her to think he was weak or unfit to protect her. Besides, Gyutaro knew very well she was just too young and immature to properly understand or handle his complex feelings. Gyutaro still loved Daki dearly and allowed her to confide in him when she was upset, but he never wanted to stress her. He only ever wanted the best for her, willing to overwork and stress himself to the bone just to make sure she didn’t have to raise a finger.

He was able to find solace in calmer moments, and was always able to push through even if he was ticked off and overwhelmed after extensive work. Your help was also another thing that helped keep him more stable.

Every time you helped him calm down or showed him love, Gyutaro seemed to understand why Daki enjoyed him helping her so much.

No wonder Daki confided in his assistance if being tended to and pampered felt this good.

“M’ proud of you, Gyu.. always working so hard.. you’re such a sweet man, you know that?”

Your voice cooed, causing his stomach to do flips from the simple words of praise that acknowledged his hard work. The words ‘sweet man’ were definitely not fitting for him in any other circumstances or around anyone else, and he knew that he wasn’t sweet. But he could care less, always brushing off the rationality and letting himself comfortably melt into your sweet words of affirmation and love. As long as he was with you, he was more than fine being a sweet man. Anything that made you happy, anything you wanted to call him.. he would love all of it, just seeing you smile is enough to make his heart race. He never realized how emotionally sensitive he was until he met you, but.. he doesn’t really mind it.

At first Gyutaro was worried and even intimidated by how you made him feel. fuzzy, comforted, calm.. all were signs of weakness to him, which was something that he couldn’t be based on what was instinctually ingrained into his head. At least.. that was until he actually started working with you and becoming more comfortable with the idea of feeling comfortable. He still hated the idea of being weak.. but he didn’t mind being calm for a little bit, even if it meant showing some weakness. He felt this way because you would be there, someone he knew that he could show these ‘weaknesses’ around without being viewed as lesser.

He grumbled softly, pulling you closer just ever so slightly. Gyutaro made sure to be gentle, always aware of his weird boney physique and always worried of hurting you, or even just making you uncomfortable.

“You did good today, Gyutaro.. so good. I’m so lucky to have you, and so is Daki.. you make us the luckiest souls in the world..”

These words were ones that he would never forget; Akin to whenever else you praised him. He would just never get over it, and never fully get used to how good and relaxing it truly felt. Despite what you claimed about you and Daki being the luckiest souls alive because of him, he felt the opposite. Because despite his misfortune, he honestly and truly believed he had to be one of the luckiest men alive to have gotten to meet and form a relationship with you. He was the luckiest man alive to be able to provide and care for his sister and you, and it was a task that made him feel something nothing else could.

Lying peacefully in your arms listening to sweet words of affirmation, for once Gyutaro truly felt at peace in this hectic life he upholds.