#its a bit out of his arm. it tastes really good but after i swallow reality hits.

[holdmytesseract]

A cute little drabble request for baby fever in the future or for the sleepover: Y/N, Ella, and 2 year old Narfi all get sick with the flu and loki has to take care of all of them, Y/N being the sickest, feels like she is dying and Loki comforts her. Just a little cute one.

Caring Husband and Father

Warnings: sickness a.k.a the flu, fluff

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for this request, friend. This drabble turned out to be so soft and sweet! 🥹

"Dada," Narfi sobbed on Loki's arm; head lolling from side to side against his father's chest. "I know, little prince, I know..." The god whispered and pressed his lips against the top of his son's curly haired head; trying to reassure him. In vain. Narfi kept on whining and sobbing.

"Are your earaches worse, huh?" The little boy just snivelled and rubbed his snotty nose against Loki's t-shirt. He sighed, "Thought so." and shifted the two-year-old on his arm, so that he could check on his temperature. "But I think your fever sunk a bit. That's good."

Narfi had caught a nasty flu. Well, only because Ella had caught it. He got it from his big sister and well, you... You caught it as well. Everybody was knocked out by it. Except Loki. Perhaps it was his godly biology, which prevented him from getting sick easily. A thing which you were glad about, because he could look after you and the kids. A task he submitted himself to happily.

The god walked with the toddler still on his arm into the kitchen, in order to give him some meds against the flu itself and especially earaches. The boy swallowed bravely the disgustingly tasting medicine. "There you go," Loki pressed a kiss on his forehead. "You are so brave, sweet boy." Narfi sobbed once more and cuddled back against his dad's chest; little arms looping around his neck.

"Come on, little prince, time for a nap." He carried Narfi into the living room and laid down with him on the sofa; knowing that his son was way too clingy and wouldn't let go of him now.

Loki's seidr helped Narfi's earaches at least a little bit and so he slept in on top of Loki; snugly wrapped up in a blanket. It was absolutely cosy and Narfi's weight upon his upper body so comfortable, it almost lulled the raven haired god to sleep as well. He was about to doze off, when a quiet voice brought him back down to earth.

"B-Babe?"

At the sound of your voice, Loki's eyes immediately flew open; head turning to face the door. His heart broke then and there, as he saw you standing there, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. You were utterly pale and had deep rings underneath your eyes. He could see how weak you were and how bad you felt. The flu had really taken its toll on you...

Loki stood up instantly, but carefully - not to wake the toddler sleeping on his chest, "I'm here, darling." and stepped over to you. "Do you need anything, my love? Can I help you?" You coughed, which caused your whole body to shake; eyes glassy. "I-I dunno, I just... I feel like shit." Then your gaze fell on your son. "H-How's my baby doing?"

Loki pressed a kiss against your forehead; the warmth against his lips radiating from your skin concerned him. "He's doing okay; only slept in about ten minutes ago." You felt how your husband wrapped a strong arm gently around your waist. "Come, darling." You didn't argue, of course, and let Loki guide you back to the bedroom.

He helped you lay down. "Stay here. I'll be right with you. I'm just going to put Narfi down and look after our princess." You nodded and curled yourself up into a ball. Loki let his eyes roam your weak and fragile body with worry on his face, before he left the bedroom again.

Carefully, the god put Narfi down; laying him inside his baby cot and making sure he was warm enough. Of course, he took the baby monitor with him, then went to check on Ella. He hadn't heard a word from her in a few hours. It didn't concern the god much, since she's been sleeping a lot in the past days; letting her body work to get the flu out of its system.

Slowly, he opened the door to her room and peeked inside. He was right. His daughter was fast asleep; curled up underneath her blanket. Soft snores left her lips, due to her stuffy nose. On tiptoes, he walked over and placed a hand on her forehead. Ella's fever was gone. Loki smiled softly. At least someone of his family was getting better.

The raven haired god leaned down and kissed her forehead as well; tucking the girl back in properly and left the room again.

Before he returned to you, he made you another cup of camomile tea and took some of your meds with him.

He found you just like he left you... Curled up on the bed. "Darling..." He stepped over and sat down on the edge of the bed. You turned to him. "I made you some tea and brought you medicine. It's time for you to take them," Loki spoke in a quiet voice; handing you the meds and the bottle of water, standing on your nightstand.

Again, you nodded and took the medicine; along of a small sip of hot tea. Loki helped you to get comfortable then; fluffing your pillow and making sure that you were comfortable. "Is that to your liking, my love? Are you comfortable?" "Y-Yes, thank you." Your husband gave you a soft smile. "Anything else you need?" Your soft, glassy Y/E/C met his. "You... Just you... Please..." You reached for his hand; his warm palm engulfing yours.

Another soft smile grazed his lips and he dipped his head to press a kiss against the skin of your hand, before he let go of you again and quickly rounded the bed to join you. Loki cuddled up against you; curled his body against yours. "Is that okay, darling?" "Mhh..." You hummed; "Perfect." closing your eyes. "Thank you for taking care of us." Loki kissed your neck. "Of course, my love. Always."

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[autism-corner]

angry autism is the worst man.

[neckromantics]

I don't think enough of you are seeing the potential in letting Astarion drink from your wrist??

(Brief warning: this got a little more sensual than I'd intended? I think I am possessed.)

The way you could still sit as close as you want, plastered to his side even– one leg thrown over his lap while the other is outstretched behind him. It would take a little bit of maneuvering to get the angle just right, but once you do it, it quickly becomes one of your favorite ways to feed him.

You'd have a better view from this angle as well. Would be able to see the glint of bared fangs just before they sink deep into the tender skin of your wrist with a soft pop. To watch the shiver that rolls through him as the taste of you finally meets his prodding tongue– his throat working as he takes that first, careful swallow.

You trace up the curve of his spine as base instinct takes over. His body forms a shield as he hunches, pale digits digging into your outstretched arm as if you'd ever have the heart to take his meal away from him before he's anything less than sated. Happy.

Your fingers comb through the sweet little, silver curls at the nape of his neck, nails scrubbing at his scalp as a form of encouragement so gentle he practically purrs.

Gods, the noises he makes when he's enjoying himself. You can't help but squirm in anticipation when his breathing begins to pick up. Each quick inhale becomes choked off with a little moan of satisfaction– or a whine so high and strained, as if he's hurting in the best possible way. It's as if you taste so good that he doesn't know what to do with himself. His legs kick up a bit. The heels of his boots drag the ground before he settles back down. He jerks away and then towards you once more. Practically writhes in ecstasy. You have to turn your head away just to stare at something far off in the distance. A pathetic attempt to focus on anything else before you lose your mind.

Eventually, you feel your offered arm begin to grow colder. A slight tingle at the tips of your fingers slowly creeps its way up and prompts you to wiggle in an effort to lessen any discomfort. The movement pulls him out of his trance just a bit, and you can feel it.

The length of pause between each swallow starts to become longer. Every pull of your blood becomes a little more shallow, a little less desperate as he braces himself for the moment you say you've had enough.

Admittedly, you always wait a bit too long than is comfortable. It's really hard to ask him to stop when you can physically feel the satisfaction radiating off of him in waves, but you know you have to say something the second you feel that all too familiar floaty sensation begin to sneak up on you.

The moment your temple hits his shoulder, he's pulling away with a sharp gasp of unneeded air, a sad, little whimper escaping his open mouth before he has the chance to muffle it. It's only now that his eyes flutter open. A more vibrant crimson now that he's properly fed, all hazy and soft with a wonder that you'll never grow tired of seeing. He turns to meet your half-lidded gaze from where you're slouched against him.

It'd be so easy for him to slip, to give into the urge to clamp down and drink and consume until you've got nothing left to offer. Especially when you're hanging off of him this way, eyes filled with warm adoration and body so willing to let him take and take and take.

Oh, how he must be careful, now.

The vampire's eyes get a certain headiness that you know all too well, locked onto your own as he allows himself one last taste. You can only watch as he chases a rivulet of blood all the way down the length of your forearm, petal soft lips creating artful smears of crimson with each sloppy press, only to be cleaned away a moment later by the gentle swipe of his tongue.

Your thighs clench automatically around his waist in response, and if he notices, he thankfully doesn't tease you for it. Yet.

After so many feedings, he's really got the hang of biting you in a way that doesn't do any lasting damage. So, it isn't very long before the marks his teeth have left behind no longer weep openly. The familiar, dull throbbing that resonates from the twin punctures is soothed by the soft press of his mouth. Then, the cheeky bastard makes it worse by giving a harsh, cheek-hollowing suck.

It's your turn to whimper.

He pulls away with such a smug smirk. It'd have your eyes rolling if you had any sort of brain function left.

His fingers are now warm as they knead against the numb skin of your drained arm, wiggling it about for you, and bending it the elbow a few times in an effort to get the blood flowing. It's a small act of kindness that you find ever so endearing, and you thank him with a tiny smooch to the very corner of his jaw.

He thanks you right back for the nice meal, with a loving stroke of his knuckles against the side of your face. Gives you a kiss so eager that you're left in shock.

You can taste the copper you've left on his tongue as it swirls against your own, and can't stop yourself from deepening the kiss a moment later. You swallow down his responding groan like he swallowed down all those mouthfuls of your blood. Eager. Just a little desperate. Happy.

Anyway, what was the point of this post again?

[bit-odd-innit]

They’re about 20 minutes into the movie when Steve feels the familiar dip of weight against his shoulder.

He can’t stop the pulse of fond bemusement that surges through him. After all, Eddie had insisted on picking the movie this week, insisted that it was “an unfathomable travesty” that Steve had never seen it, insisted they had to watch it despite the bruise-colored circles under his eyes, the discreet flex of his hands disguising the tremors he gets when he’s over exhausted. Steve says nothing, lets the movie run, and once Eddie conks out instead of switching to something more his speed, he keeps watching.

The movie’s not Steve’s taste, but it’s not bad. He hasn’t been big into cartoons since he was a kid. The animation is strange yet fascinating, the characters’ movements equal parts natural and off-putting. He drifts in and out of the story, though enough of Dustin and Eddie’s ramblings have sunk in that he’s able to follow along. Whenever a name or location he recognizes pops up he turns to Eddie and says, smugly, “I know what that is.” Eddie replies with a soft exhale that ends in a low hum. His breath skitters across Steve’s throat. Steve shivers.

Eddie’s got this little bank of noises he makes when he’s sleeping. When he crashes after drinking too much, he snores. When he’s asleep but not deep enough to rest, he mumbles—sometimes giggles, too, which is really unsettling if you’re not expecting it. And when he’s dreaming, good or bad, he hums.

They’ve been doing this—whatever this is—for long enough that Steve can tell when Eddie is having a good dream and when he’s having a bad dream. (It’s not weird, he counters to the tiny, horrible Robin voice that lives in his head.) The bad dream hums are low, dredged up from the base of his chest. The good dream hums are high, slipping out from behind his teeth. Steve can’t read music but he took chorus in middle school and he’s hung around Robin while she learned a new piece for band so he’s got an idea of how the note…thingy works. If Eddie’s dream sounds were a song, the good dreams would be at the top of the bar, and the bad dreams would be at the bottom.

Except now, as the movie nears its end, the song changes.

At some point Eddie’s legs had curled up beneath him, his face buried in the join between Steve’s shoulder and neck. Steve can’t hear as much as feel the noises vibrating against his skin. He feels the thrum of bad rising into good, then dipping into something in the middle and holding there. They’re stuck at the center of the stanza (Stanza! That’s what it’s called!) and Steve doesn’t know where to go from here.

“Eddie?”

The arm Eddie is leaning on has gone a little numb, so Steve uses the other to sweep aside the curtain of hair drawn across the side of Eddie’s face, his fingertips grazing his cheekbone. Eddie’s lips part. A new sound, a different sound escapes him. He pushes in close enough for those pink plush lips to press against Steve’s collarbone. Heat curves around the back of Steve’s ears.

“H~eeey.”

He doesn’t want to wake him if this is a good dream. Eddie’s an open book. Eddie’s told him he’s been sleeping like dogshit, that the night terrors have been particularly horrible this week. It’s a joke, a little. The two of them share weird hours. They create bits about how bad things are, how awful they feel about their relationships with people they love, how awful they feel about themselves. It’s fun, until it isn’t. Steve’s seen Eddie’s whole personality swallowed by the wet sand of sorrow. He’s seen him sink into himself and surface with something else, something bright and exuberant and loud and false. If Eddie feels good Steve doesn’t want to ruin it. But if Eddie feels bad—

“Hey.” Steve hooks his palm to rest beneath the ridge of Eddie’s jaw, his thumb pressed into his dimple. “Eddie. Wake up.” Eddie’s eyebrows cinch, a sigh gliding across Steve’s knuckles. His eyelashes flutter, dark and spidery, his lids hanging low over hazy eyes. He blinks, owlish, then tilts up to meet Steve’s gaze with a slow, dreamy smile. “Hi,” he whispers. “Hi,” Steve chuckles in reply.

“W…” Eddie’s mouth works like its full of sunflower seeds; deliberate, purposeful. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Why’dju stop?”

“Stop…what?” He glances to the muted blue static of the screen. “The movie’s over, bud.”

Eddie blinks again, slower. He’s so sweet like this, soft and syrupy, so when he breathes a laugh Steve can’t help but mirror it. “Oh,” Eddie exhales, then leans forward and kisses him.

The hum of Eddie’s dreams are now against Steve’s lips. Those lovely little middle sounds are now inside Steve’s mouth. He swallows them, feels them knife down his throat, wedge between his ribs, twist into the open valves of his heart. He pulls back.

Eddie giggles again. Pouts. “You stopped again.”

“Oh, honey,” The endearment wrenches out of him, involuntary. He smoothes the worry lines out of Eddie’s forehead. “You’re tired, huh?” Eddie makes a non-committal noise. “Okay.” Steve sets his feet and secures his arms behind Eddie’s back. “Okay,” he groans as he lifts him, spins him towards the stairs. “Okay. Time for bed.” Eddie’s still in a half-conscious limbo as Steve navigates him upstairs, mouthing indelicately at any piece of Steve’s skin he can find. It’s untenable, and Steve’s not proud at how he launches Eddie in the direction of his bed, sprints to the en suite to splash cold water on his face before helping him undress. “Take it,” Eddie murmurs when Steve unbuttons his jeans, and Steve needs to sit in the center of the floor for a moment before proceeding. “That’s not what this is.” “Wantchu t’aveit.” Steve shoves him into a pair of flannel pajama pants and stuffs him beneath the sheets. Eddie curves onto himself like a mollusk, and Steve sinks at his hip, brushing his bangs away from his closed eyes. Steve feels himself split down the middle: One part already downstairs; one part already nestled in the contours of Eddie’s body.

“Go back to sleep,” Steve says, and moves to stand. Eddie’s hand closes around his wrist. “Stay?” His eyes flit open, brief, earnest, pleading. “Please, stay.” And, well. They’re going to talk about it tomorrow. They’re going to talk about the movie they didn’t watch, and the moment they half-shared, and the reason its so hard to sleep apart yet so easy to sleep together. Not now. Now Steve shrugs into shorts and a t-shirt, slides in beside Eddie. Now, when Eddie’s limbs tangle around his own, he tugs him closer, lets something deep within himself settle. “Stay?” Eddie asks again. “Go to sleep, honey.”

And he does. And they do.

[throneofsapphics]

Hi I saw you were open for drabbles and I hate this idea of like reader gets sick or need to take medicine for whatever reason but wont take it because it tastes bad. So I was thinking either maybe Azriel, Fenrys or if you don't like the two you can do a poly couple having to like force feed the reader because she wont listen to them?

Its okay if you don't like the idea though.

easy decisions

Azriel x Reader

Summary: you’re sick and refusing medication, Azriel takes matters into his own hands. 

Warnings: illness, forced medicating 

A/N: thank you for the request! I’ve think i’ve written this idea before, idk why but I love it 

“Mother save me,” Azriel muttered, crossing his arms. A small mountain of pillows and blankets surrounded you, a fire still roaring in the corner of your room. You’d been ill for days. At first, Madja said you’d likely get better with good rest and food - but it had progressed to the point where intervention was necessary. 

Yesterday, you’d taken it willingly - today was proving a bit more difficult. Unlucky for him, you were the most stubborn person he’d ever met. Lucky for you, even if you didn’t think that, he refused to compromise when it came to your health. 

“I suffered through it once,” you hissed, “that was plenty.” 

“And Madja said to take it once a day.” 

Mouth clamped shut, you shook your head and slid down in the bed. Adjusting the comforters around you, you turned your back to him. 

In. one, two, three. Out. one, two, three. 

“It’ll be over quickly,” he sat next to you, running his hand over your shoulder, the other folded around the glass vial. 

“The taste will stay in my mouth for days.” 

“You’re being a bit dramatic,” he murmured, and you snapped your head towards him, eyes narrowed. 

“You take it then.” 

“I’m not sick,” he fixed you with a look, “and I have.” 

The same stubborn expression. He loved you, he really did, but right now you were making it difficult. 

“You're not going to convince me.”  

“I already have hot chocolate for you,” Azriel tried a bribe this time. 

A shake of your head. He’d give it one last try. 

“Don’t make me force you,” he said - a half plea, half warning. 

Eyes rolled, “you won’t.” 

Another breath, in and out. “One more chance.” 

You studied him for a moment, and a bead of hope flared in his chest - extinguished when you turned your head back, tucking the blankets up with you. 

Azriel didn’t like doing this, but you were forcing his hand. Either you take the damn tonic, or he has to watch you grow more ill. It’s an easy choice for him. Moving quickly, he placed the bottle on the nightstand, gently gripping under your arms, tugging you up to sit. You yelped, thrashing in his grip, but he was already straddling your hips.

A shadow floated the bottle over, he snatched it and flicked the cork off, sending it flying somewhere across the room.

“Take. It,” his jaw clenched, normally endless patience at its limits. 

Hands tried to shove at his chest, but shadows wrapped around your wrists, pinning them at your sides. Your jaw remained clamped shut, and he wondered if you were doing this just to spite him, or if it really was because you hated it. Either way, he wouldn’t feel too bad over it. 

His hand wrapped around your jaw, scarred fingers rough against your smooth skin, and he squeezed - just enough for your lips to part, and to tip the contents of the vial down your throat, before he squeezed your jaw shut. Your entire face scrunched, but your throat never moved. 

“Swallow,” his voice was firm. 

A shake of your head - as much as you could move it. Now he knew you were being stubborn on principle. He tossed the vial aside, letting it clatter over the carpet, and pinched your nose between his thumb and forefinger

A promise of vengeance gleamed in your eyes. He’d like to see you try. A few seconds passed, your face growing red, but the desire for air took over, and your throat bobbed. After taking a few seconds to make sure you actually swallowed all of it, he carefully removed his hands. 

You sputtered, sucking air in and out of your lungs. Shadows still held your arms down as he ran his fingers through your hair, one thumb brushing away the drops on your lip, before pushing back into your mouth. You glared, but your tongue swirled, cleaning the last few bits. 

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He couldn’t help the small barb - especially as he saw the spark in your eyes, the fire he loved so much. 

A healthy dose of self-preservation had him sliding off the bed before completely freeing you, ignoring the litany of curses you spit at him to retreat to the tray placed on the dresser. It was risky, giving you his back, but the illness had you weak enough you couldn’t do much to him. 

Approaching you like someone might a feral kitten, he extended his peace offering. The mug of warm molten chocolate, exactly as you like it. You huffed and rolled your eyes, but took it from him, trying to fight the small smile. 

Azriel sat a few feet down - out of your reach, and moved the blankets enough to reach under, running his thumb in circles on the inside of your knee. “I hate seeing you sick.” 

Clenching the mug with both hands, your eyes softened, “I know.” 

“Will I have to do this again tomorrow?” 

A small hum, neither a yes or no. For fucks sake. 

[kteezy997]

Chocolate Boss: part one // Willy Wonka

If I end up going to hell, it’ll be for this.

I blame @gatoenlaciudad

Warnings: smut, licking chocolate off reader’s body, nipple play, slight boss/employee power dynamic

Y/n was the chocolate factory’s most dedicated employee. She worked hard, stayed after hours, and really strived to make the business the best it could be. She was also a wizard in the kitchen, much like Mr. Wonka.

Willy admired his diligent employee, in fact, he had a bit of a crush on her. He’d seen her work with the candies, cakes, and pastries. He noticed that she had a real passion for it.

It was way passed closing, and Willy was heading out of the factory after a long day. He noticed that the kitchen light was still on, however. The aroma of fresh, warm chocolate filled his nose. It was divine. He knew exactly who was still in there.

He walked through the swinging doors of the factory kitchen. Y/n had a large pot of chocolate on the stove. She was stirring it, obviously stuck in her own head, thinking of whatever recipe or concoction she wanted to bring to fruition.

“Miss y/l/n, I don’t want you working yourself too hard. We should both really get out of here for the night.” Willy said politely, approaching her side.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wonka. It’s just that this idea has been in my head all day. It’s like a chocolate bar with strawberries and cream and ugh, it sounds so delectable.”

Willy raised his brow, “I love it. We will work on your idea tomorrow, just you and I. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”

“Oh really?! Thank you, Mr. Wonka!” she exclaimed, hugging him.

He smiled with glee as he hugged her back.

“It’s a pity that this batch of chocolate will go to waste if I go home now though.” she said.

“That’s alright.” Willy replied with a wave of his hand. “We can start over in the morning.”

“Or…” she began stepping over to the counter across from the stove and picked up a fresh strawberry by its short stem. “Maybe we could try some?” She bit her lip suggestively.

Willy’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he swallowed hard. “Oh, yes, we certainly could.”

Y/n smiled in victory, “Here, Mr. Wonka.” She dipped the small fruit into the liquid chocolate, coating it up to the tiny bit of green at the top of it. Letting the excess chocolate drip off, she held it up to Willy’s mouth.

Carefully, he opened his mouth. He felt the warm chocolate on his top lip, then there was the bright pop of the fruitiness of the strawberry when he bit into it. The chocolate coating was an excellent contrast, like a creamy, decadent blanket surrounding the fruity taste.

“It’s perfect.” he declared dreamily.

“May I, sir?” she asked.

Willy cocked his head to the side, not really understanding what she was meaning. Next thing he knew, y/n was leaning in and her lips met his. He was surprised but definitely not disappointed. He indulged in her, opening his mouth up for her to explore with her tongue.

Now he knew what she was doing. She was tasting her creation in his mouth.

“Mm,” she moaned softly when she parted from his lips. “It is pretty good. Forgive me, Mr. Wonka, I had to taste it. I-I wanted to… taste you too. I hope this doesn’t mean I’m fired.”

“Far from it, my dear.” he said, assuring her.

“Oh, good.” she grinned. "May I kiss you again, Mr. Wonka?"

"Yes, please. And as I've told you before, you can call me 'Willy.'"

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, "Willy." she giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly, running her hands down his arms sensually.

He in turn, put his arms around her as well, and their bodies became flush with one another.

She parted from his lips but remained still just an inch from them when she said, "I've got an idea." She then stepped back and started to remove her clothing.

"Wait-what.." Willy stammered.

"Shh," she put her finger on his lips, silencing him for a moment, "let me try something."

Willy could barely breathe as he watched her get completely naked before him. He watched her painstakingly. She then dipped her hand into the pot of liquid chocolate. It dripped down her hand and she gave him a cheeky grin before smearing the chocolate onto her breasts, covering her nipples.

"Oh, Willy, can you clean this up for me?" she asked, acting innocently as she brought her chocolate covered fingers to her mouth and started to lick the sweetness off of them.

Willy cleared his throat. His cock was already hard, pressing against the fabric of his trousers. "Fuck." was his only verbal response at this point, but he was able to answer her with a head nod.

He sunk down a little bit to be eye level with her breasts. He licked his lips and put his mouth around her right nipple. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it as it puckered in his mouth, making sure to get every last bit of the sugary goodness off her tit. He couldn't help but moan at how delicious it was. Oh, how it turned him on. His two favorite things: Y/n and chocolate.

"Mmm, don't forget the other one, my sweet." cooed y/n, cupping his face as he suckled her.

He obliged and switched to her left breast, clearing up the rich coating with his tongue and lips. He looked up at her as he was latched onto her nipple, sucking softly on the tender bud.

"Willy, feels so good. You're getting me so clean." she praised him, giggling and running her fingers gently through his curly hair.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Can you do a post about nonhuman au floyb?? I love that little fucker

Ah yes, Floyd. The not so little, little fucker.

He still has his ear and arm fins even with the potion. He can make his ear fins wiggle and droop and they will sometimes do it unconsciously, perhaps because of how he’s feeling or or he’s eating or sucking on something. After the time he caught you laughing when he was sucking down a smoothie, he will wiggle them on purpose to make you laugh. 

He can make the arm fins flare out and go down so he can get shirts on easier but doesn't like covering them.

Still keeps some of his eel coloring and stripes along with his claws. His hands starting with that not-quite-white he has and becoming more of that green-blue going up.

His fingers have little bits of webbing and...are kind of creepily long. 

Doesn’t blink as often as a human should and his eyes glow in the dark, along with his habit of staring it can be a bit startling. 

Is very instant on getting you in the water with him for some reason. If you can swim, he'll offer to let you ride him but...keep in mind that when in the water either tween can out speed a flying broom. The guy is a living jet ski and you will zoom. Although he won't let you drown that doesn't mean he won't do stuff to scare you and make you think he is.

If you go out to the sea or a lake together expect him to bring back a fuckton of sea creatures that he expects you to eat. He's a very good hunter and plans on taking good care of his shrimp.

Has no belly button or nips.

Is very interested in your belly button.

You're his little shrimpy and he’s touchy when in the mood for it but especially likes how different you are. Small clawless hands are so fun to hold, likes comparing yours to his. Putting your hands on his face cuz it feels warm and nice, enjoy the ear-fin rubs. Body soft n smol, good for hugging and squeezing…and biting…but not too hard cuz his teeth would hit bone very easily. 

Skin feels different from what humans have but isn't quite the same as when in his eel form. It's soft but also…thick. There’s no way you would be able to break his skin with your bite or scratches, dull little human nails and teeth can't do much. He’ll think it's funny if you do it to try and get away from him but will want to bite back.

It is actually a good thing you can't break the skin since along with eating fish, crabs, and octopuses moray also eat very toxic creatures and as a result, the blood and flesh of a moray are very toxic. They accumulate high levels of ciguatoxins, which can give humans ciguatera fish poisoning (CFP) if eaten. There will be times in a fight where he’ll get his blood on the guy on purpose and Jade has used his blood for…things before. Part of why Jade wants to test “special” mushrooms on others is because the poison won't affect him.

A moray will often eat anything small enough to fit in its mouth and is capable of taking a chunk out of bigger fish. As a result, Floyd will also try to eat…not food things if he can fit it in his mouth. Keep an eye on small nicknacks. Might also just, like, catch a bird and just freaking eat it. He’s learned butterflies taste really bad.

Everything about you just triggers his prey drive. He really wants to bite you…and chase you…and squeeze you…but also protect you cuz you're his little shrimp. Who would rub his face and tell him a good boy if he let you get eaten up? 

Can open his mouth scarily wide and his teeth are longer than OG Floyd's. Very long tongue and will lick the side of your face to gross you out. 

Has pharyngeal jaws which are a second set of smaller jaws located in the throat of the moray eel, behind the normal jaws in the mouth, complete with tiny teeth. This set of jaws gets launched into the mouth cavity during feeding, where it can grasp onto food, and pull it into the throat to swallow. Morays are unique in using their pharyngeal jaws to actively capture and restrain prey in this way.

Certain eels have been shown to be surprisingly affectionet with divers they recognize and enjoy petting, rubbing, and gentle hugs. Though with how Floyd is it's a little less surprising.

His gills are still present so his rib area is a weak spot. Getting hit there would really hurt and really piss him off.

Is nocturnal and prefers dark places, especially when sleeping. He also likes being snug and wrapped up for sleepies. In the sea, he would like to sleep in small places with his brother.

Moray have a spongy, sluggy texture from their lack of scales. To top it off, these fish are covered in a thick mucous layer. Believe it or not, mucous serves a very strong purpose in nature, typically providing a protective barrier over otherwise vulnerable layers of skin. Your stomach should have a thick mucous layer to protect it from the acids inside, and similarly, a fish without scales can make good use of this snotty, slimy substance to keep it safe from toxins and physical damage as it occupies its rocky habitat.

The green moray eel is actually brown under all the snot; it’s just covered in a thick green layer of mucous. In some species, this mucous is even toxic, making them a particularly nasty prey item. Luckily what Floyd and Jade have isn't the toxic kind and will make your skin pretty nice. Floyd will use this in his favor to get more cuddles. Though if feeling playful he may perform what is known as a slime attack by slapping someone in the face with his tail, it is very unpleasant to get in your mouth.

The smallest moray, the Snyder’s moray, is around 12cm (4.5in) long, and the largest is more than 3m (over 10ft) long and weighs up to 30kg. A huge moray eel in Indonesia has been witnessed feeding on sharks and I like to headcanon the tweels are pretty big in their mer form and not just because of tail length.

Morays actually have pretty bad eyesight and have a keen sense of smell to make up for this and rely primarily on chemoreception such as smells and tastes to navigate their world. I do wonder if the twins need glasses but don't use them or maybe wear contacts. 

 Floyd is very good at tracking you down by scent and likes it when you smell like him and him smelling like you. Though he loves cuddling and hugging you, it isn't just for affection. He’s giving you that eel stank, plenty of the others are weary around him and you smelling like him can help keep others away.

Him leaving clothes at your place honestly was out of forgetfulness but does it on purpose now since that time he caught you wearing his jersey…it was so big on you and you looked so cute and its smelled like you and….

The moray can form a true knot with its body, that it uses as leverage to pull on prey items like slippery fish. They can also use this method to create strong pressure to break food items into smaller pieces. It’s thought that the skill is passed on between individuals. So if you want to escape eel cuddles…good luck but it's probably not going to happen. Even in his more human form his long arms and legs will be wrapped around you. Kinda funny thinking of the tweel's parents teaching them how to become living knots though.

Certain types of eels can change their sex. The leaf-nosed moray born male, transitions as they age, switching to female later in life. This transformation determines them as “sequential hermaphrodites” I like to headcanon that the tweens can also change sex or already have both in their mer form. 

Morays can have around 10,000 eggs at a time, and when the larvae are hatched, the eels are fully translucent. I like to think the boys started out as tiny little things you can hold in your hand.

Regular eels do seem to have some courtship rituals. Some of which being displays of behavior, such as graceful movements and vibrant color changes and I already like that headcanon of the tweels being bioluminescent. Maybe he convinced you to come down to his dorm's special pool one night and decided to show off for you. Showing off that beautiful glow while doing these cool tricks in the water. A positive reaction will likely be taken as acceptance, so unless you tell him no, you will receive some wet slimy eel-loving.

Male eels may compete with each other for the attention of females showcasing strength and health to impress a potential mate. I can imagine he’ll be very insistent that you come to his games and watch, though with how he already is and him wanting to impress you further it would be a good idea for a nurse to be present. The other team's guys are going to need it. I think he might also get a bit more…bitey with the other guys around too. You will also be picked up and carried more often. 

Eels also release pheromones into the water to attract and communicate with potential partners but..hmm you're just a human and on land. With the others being beasts and all they would be able to smell it easily and know to stay the hell away from him but would his little shrimpy notice? I think at most that if it's something that you can smell it probably just seems like Floyd has just smelled a bit…musky lately. He is probably around you even more and keeps close to see you reaction to it. He probably gets sad if you tell him he stinky and takes it as you not wanting him. If you compliment it? Very happy eel time.

As for the rest of what he does, it's pretty much normal things that Floyd already did when you were just friends. Bringing you food, little trinkets that made him think of you, getting territorial around others, biting.

[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ YOU SAID FOREVER, OKKOTSU YŪTA

yūta’s never been one to back down easily. especially not after you told him you’d be together forever. soulmates. you can’t expect him to just let you go.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. ex-boyfriend yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. dubcon. exhibitonism. dry humping / grinding. breath play - he puts his hand over your mouth. alcohol mention. previous fwb mention (not yūta). aged up characters. wc, 4.9k.

note. repost, the first yandere yūta fic i posted :)

this was not your preferred way to get over a failed relationship.

you grumble to yourself as you rest in the kitchen of the party your friend maki dragged you to— you know she meant well, opting to get you out of the house rather than letting you sit alone feeling sorry for yourself. but honestly, at this point you don’t know what you’d prefer.

the atmosphere in here is buzzing, full of intoxicated bodies with red plastic cups in their hands and loud music blasting through the halls of the house. the liquid in your own cup is a little questionably coloured— something maki had mixed, although bartending was never her strong suit— but you still grit your teeth before bringing it up to your lips and knocking it back anyway.

the concoction hits your taste buds immediately and you try not to gag as you swallow it quickly— feeling the burn set fire to your throat. you cringe at the drink, but honestly you need to loosen up somehow.

it’s not that you were heartbroken over your situationship, he had simply been something to pass the time. he was handsome enough, a good fuck and a decent guy— he helped you forget, which was really the main focus and reason behind spending so much time in his presence. but you still think it’s annoying that he just disappeared without a trace, not even shooting a quick text like hey, thanks for sucking my dick so many times, it’s been fun. 

you find yourself rolling your eyes again, before you’re pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check the notifications, huffing when it comes up empty apart from a few instagram story updates and spam emails.

now you’re alone, you’re only stuck with the memories you try hard to swallow down, they still sting a little— ache across your chest and you find yourself shaking your head side to side like it’ll rid you of them, even just for a few hours.

“hey, quit feeling sorry for yourself! you gonna mope around all night?” you’re thankfully snapped from your own thoughts when maki wraps her arm around your shoulder, letting a fair amount of her weight lean on top of you until you’re both stumbling slightly. but she manages to steady you as she sends you a frown.

“i am not moping.”

“you’re totally moping.” your bestfriend sighs before she takes another swig of the drink that’s currently swaying a little too much in her other hand, and you’re glad that she’s atleast strong enough to keep you both upright despite being the one about to take you down.

“loosen up a bit, relax~ he’s just a guy.” she tries again, but you can’t help the way your body seems to stiffen with her statement, she feels it too,

“it’s not about the guy.” but still you’re quick to reply, brushing it off as you let your eyes roll slowly over the crowd of people shoved around the kitchen island. a lot of them pre-occupying themselves with different things such as raiding the fridge, setting up beer pong and—

“it’s not about that guy, but it’s about a guy.” maki’s words are matter a fact and you know she’s right despite the way you wish she wasn’t. it’s not about your failed situationship but the one that came before that, the one you’re trying to forget. you shoot your bestfriend a glare, and she pulls her arm back from its place over you before she’s squeezing at your shoulder, sending you a reassuring grin as she backs off.

“gotcha, let me grab you another drink. stay put.” she knows you better than anyone.

it only takes a few minutes before you begin to finally feel the affects of your last drink, you’re not quite where you want to be yet but you feel a little hazy— a little softer as you let yourself float around the room in your own blissful trance.

although you can’t help but feel like someone’s eyes are on you, feeling goosebumps burst along your skin every so often— like when you almost bump into someone or you’re helped by a stranger when you stumble. their hands will be on your skin to steady you but your gut is screaming for you to look over your shoulder, but there’s never anyone there when you do— not paying enough attention to you atleast.

maybe the alcohol is just making you paranoid. 

you find yourself fading in and out of conversations, not really absorbing any information as you sway from your place between panda and inumaki. they’re talking about something you can barely make out, a little too enthusiastically as your eyes scan the room again— wondering where the hell maki is with your other drink.

inumaki moves slightly, waving at someone from across the room and you can’t help the way your gaze follows the movement— blinking slowly until you feel something twist in your gut. you catch a glance at a familiar looking figure, hair pushed back into a relaxed sort of style and a gaze that feels like it cuts through you.

it can’t be, right?

you don’t cast it a second glance to check when it makes you stumble back, because you already find yourself pushing your way out of the room as it suddenly becomes a little harder to breathe.

it’s warm and stuffy, sweaty bodies cramped together in the hallway but you’re drowsy and most likely hallucinatingat this point, atleast that’s what you’ve convinced yourself as you round the corner. you’d make your way to the bathroom, but when you see a considerable amount of people already queued up and looking like they’ve been waiting too long already, you opt to push your way into the backyard instead.

you're thankful for the decision, when you finally push your way into the dimly lit garden— sighing when you feel the cool air roll over your shoulders in waves and it has you taking in a deep inhale.

it’s quieter out here, the music is more of a faint sound that only fades even more as you take a few steps deeper onto the grass— letting yourself bask in the glow from the moon and the fresh air. the backyard wasn’t big, it was only littered with a few plant pots and a single bench— there was a corner to the side that led to the gate and the back entrance to the house, and plot of grass in the middle.

but it was small enough for people to very rarely want to come out here, especially at a party and you’re pretty sure the smokers have opted for out the front when you hear the faint chatter of voices over the fence.

you like this though. another slow breeze pushes through you and despite the haze of your mind, you let your head fall back as you sway with it, letting your eyes rest closed. you almost forget about the whole reason you were seeking the outdoors in the first place,

almost, because it’s only a few beats later when your peaceful alone time is interrupted by the soft sound of the back door closing behind you. your eyes are suddenly wide open despite the way you don’t dare to look behind you just yet.

you find yourself listening, intently— hoping that maybe it was just that same breeze that was to blame for it. maybe some drunk party-goer stumbled into it and didn’t realise you were out here, it was dark after all. yeah, you were just being paranoid. so you let yourself exhale the breath you didn’t even realise you were holding before you perk up and go to turn again.

“you’ve been avoiding me.” the words are low, but they take a soft sort of lull that makes your movements halt mid turn. your eyes are wide and something familiar to a shiver seems to race it’s way down your spine before you’re easing your head in the direction of the sound.

“you know why that is, okkotsu.” your words come out a little harsher than you intend them to, and you watch the way your ex boyfriend picks up on that too as he shuffles on his feet. his brows furrow and he bites on the inside of his cheek as he looks away from your gaze.

okkotsu yuuta was your ex boyfriend and the reason you were even in that stupid situationship in the first place. he was overbearing and protective, to the point where you couldn’t even go on a study date with a classmate without him bumping into your boyfriend in the library and suddenly they’re requesting a new project partner. everyplace you ever went to without him, he always seemed to end up there anyway.

although if you asked him, he would deny that you guys were broken up in the first place. he would always rather say that you just needed some space, you just needed a little time to relax but you’ll come back to him because you said you were soulmates afterall. why wouldn’t you? 

which is why, yes you’d been trying to avoid yuuta— tryingbecause he always still managed to find his way to every, single party you attended anyway, insisting that he was there for you, because he’s your date. you’d been avoiding this confrontation since the last one, and the one before that. you’d changed your phone number, but he knew your schedule, he knew the places you visited on your days off and the places he could find you because he knew you.

“baby, please don’t call me that.” his voice is tender as he takes a careful step into your space but he stops immediately when you meet him with a step back.

“i thought you’d be happy to see me. i’m here for you.” yuuta speaks again but he emphasises the way he says it’s all for you. like you’re making him act this way, it’s yourfault. you take another step away from him as you frown, opting to walk around the side of the house as you head towards the gate— you weren’t doing this right now. not tonight when you don’t have a clear mind.

you hear him call out a don’t leave as you retreat away from him, but it was always unnerving how quickly he seemed to move— feeling his hand wrap tightly around your wrist before your back is almost slammed against the brick wall of the house and he’s looming over you.

you hiss at the slight, sharp sting of pain you feel up your body at the impact and you hear yuuta gasp at the sound before his hands are reaching over you with a “sorry. i didn’t want you to leave me again.” but you’re quick to slap away his other hand when it reaches for your face aswell, earning you a pitiful, puppy eyed look.

“i’m not doing this tonight.” you try to argue, trying to shake his grip off your wrist but it’s tight, and you feel suddenly too warm underneath his stare as his lidded gaze crawls over your features. he leans into you, his free arm that’s now just resting in the air between you opting to rest against the wall instead as he keeps you caged beneath him. he’s close enough for you to smell the faint, familiar scent of his cologne.

“is it because of that guy?” yuuta asks, softly, like he’s sympathising with you— like it’s a touchy topic that he doesn’t want to bring up but it’s a question that fills you with unease when you finally find it in yourself to lift your eyes to meet his.

“what?” your words come out slowly, hesitantly and the dark haired male over you looks away as your gaze narrows, “how do you know about that?”

“hey, it’s fine. i don’t blame you.” a soft reply, like a lover consoling another— like he’s about to wrap you in his embrace and keep you there, but the smile he’s wearing is a little too happy for the subject. his eyes close with the close lipped grin as his hand squeezes around your wrist. like a reassurance— a reminder that he’s got you there. you can’t go anywhere else.

“you’re safe now. i got rid of him, we can be together again.” yuuta hums, like he’s being careful with his words— although he can still hear the way your breathing picks up. maybe if he leaned in a little closer he’d be able to hear your heartbeat, he wonders if it beats for only him. would you let him have it if he asked? he lets his hand against the wall fall slightly, resting on your arm as he strokes at the skin but the stare you’re giving him now is cold as he tries to soothe you with his touch.

“it was you?” your words are deliberately harsher now, sharper as you try to pull yourself from his touch but despite his appearance he was stronger than you’d expect. he doesn’t have any trouble holding you there as he tries to shush you, casting a few quick looks over to the gate to make sure you’ve not caught the attention of the people on the other end. it’s quieter now than it was when you first came out.

“he was in the way of our love.” this was okkotsu yuuta. he still remembers how upset he felt seeing you with that other guy, laughing and smiling so prettily when it’s only supposed to be for him. it was your fault. it wasn’t hard, he didn’t have to hurt him too much before he decided to give you up— to give you back, you deserve someone better than that. someone who would give up his life to keep you, and you have him for that already. you don’t need anyoneelse.

although he still had to teach him the consequences of touching what’s his. he’d do it as many times as he had to. they don’t stand a chance against him.

“i’m all yours remember. all of me. that means you belong to me too, doesn’t it? we’ll be together forever.” it’s unnerving how honest yuuta’s words sound, there’s no waver to them and his dark, lidded gaze is sharp as it holds yours. “you promised.” he brings your hand up to his cheek as he presses your fingertips into his skin, leaning into the touch but your fingers don’t stroke softly like they usually do. they’re rigged, stiff while your hand falls limp in his hold. you stare at him, and it makes him shift uncomfortably opposite you as he takes a loud swallow.

you can’t deny you feel scared, bile turning in your gut as you begin to blink a little more with your exhales but he picks up on that.

“i missed you.” yuuta tries again as his hands squeeze at your skin— his fingers around your wrist loosen slightly, but only so he can try to intertwine them with your own. he presses his chest into yours, pushing you harder against the brick behind you and you try to push yourself back against him as you huff.

“yuuta, stop it! are you crazy?” you try to argue because you’re mad at him, try to push against his chest but you can already feel the way his lips are grazing along your jawline, nibbling at the skin. his fingertips cold as they push underneath the hem of your shirt to touch your bare skin.

“sorry, it’s been so.. so long.” you shudder as yuuta breathes his words along the nerves in your neck next, fidgeting beneath him as he knocks your legs apart with one of his— pressing his hips into the space that’s left behind after, before they’re grinding into yours.

you’re breathing deep but yuuta’s panting into you like a dog as he ruts you into the brick behind you, it almost hurts with how it grazes along the bare skin he reveals. his hands are everywhere and you feel too hot for your skin, feeling the same bile rise in your throat as your eyes squeeze closed.

“please.” he gasps again, but the soft, pathetic little plea is cut off by the slam of the back door as you watch it illuminate the light around the corner. you feel the tension in your shoulders relax as you hear maki call for you, seeing what you would assume is her shadow fall out of the doorway a few moments later. it’s almost too eager, the way your arm shakes free to reach out, just as your mouth drops open to call back.

but just as your lips part, you feel the hard press of yuuta’s palm across your mouth— so fast and precise it almost knocks the air out of you as your head whips towards him.

“please. don’t.” he grits and you’re pretty sure if his hips weren’t pressing you into the wall right now your legs would’ve buckled entirely with the way they’re trembling. there was a few instances where he got like this, it was like a switch flipped and some dark aura that he kept wrapped away inside of him pushed its way to the surface. his lidded gaze feels like it cuts through you and you can barely breathe with how tight his grip on your mouth is as the veins in his hands bulge.

you feel yuuta press into you again, and you can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks— accompanied by the flush of his cheeks as he suddenly avoids your gaze. he trembles over you, quietly grazing the blunt head of his cock between your legs but your eyes are still on the shadow of your bestfriend as she calls out another time.

your fingertips tremble as they reach out but your ex-boyfriend is quick to take them back in his own before you let them drop by your side again. your vision blurs with tears as you hear maki spit out a slurred curse before stomping back into the house, slamming the door closed just as loudly again before you’re wrapped back up in the shadows like you were before.

you feel lightheaded as yuuta’s fingers dip almost painfully into your skin, accompanied by the way you’re only left to breathe out of your nose right now because his palm is still tight over your lips. you try to speak, but it’s lost behind his grip and he’s so flushed and needy, he can barely hear you as he rolls his hips into yours once more— pulling a soft, dreamy whine from his lips that you cant deny makes something twist in your gut.

“i’m.. im sorry, ive just missed you.” he shivers over you as his thighs tremble at the feeling of your hips sliding along his. the look he gives you is lidded and dazed, clouded with lust as he pulls your hips up towards him, and you can’t help the whimper that would slip from your lips as he angles himself against your clit. you’re suddenly thankful that the sound goes lost behind his palm instead.

it’s insane the way yuuta moves you, dragging you along his own body as he takes control of you— making your body clap almost painfully against the wall behind you both. but you can’t deny how pretty he looks with his lower lip sucked between his teeth, his dark bangs falling slightly over his gaze as he blinks up at you.

his movements are messy and eager, like he’s trying to prove how much he’s missed you— how much he’s lovesyou in his movements. like all of those threats were acceptable, he really was just looking out for you and with every graze of his shaft along your clothed clit you consider forgetting about them entirely.

you did love him afterall, the chemistry was there— it’s evident in the way the feeling of yuuta’s body against yours is making the space where you both take a breath spin. maybe that’s why you’d been avoiding him, because you know you’d go crawling back as soon as you felt his touch, as soon as you heard his soft pants fall from his lips. that’s the reason, right? 

your mind and willpower melting away with every quick shockwave of pleasure his thrusts send through you.

“shhhh, i know what you need. i always do, i’ve got you.” his lips trail spit along your cheeks as he drools against you, whimpering against your skin and it’s almost instinct the way your arms finally relax— instead easing their way to his chest to twist at the fabric of his shirt.

yuuta gives you a look as he inspects you, slowing down his needy grinds to a slow, seamless crawl— like he’s making sure you’re not trying to trick him before he finally releases his palm from your mouth. your lips part as you take a much needed breath, but your gaze is lidded and blown when it meets his, and suddenly his palms are resting on your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“b-baby,” he gasps as he grabs at you, tongue pressing past the seal of your lips to graze against your own— messy and lewd, like a sweet little welcome home as his hips ruthlessly rut into yours. the push of your mouth makes him whine, his palms clammy against your skin as he drinks up every sinful swirl of your hips you offer him.

you’ve become so lost in your pleasure, your fingers move to twist in his hair and you feel yuuta moan softly at the sting before his jaw tightens. his hips continuing to move in sync with yours as a low, slurred praise pours from his lips like honey. he feels so lost in the familiar, silky grind of your clothed pussy. “feel—feels so good.”

“all mine.” follows after before he curses under his breath and you can barely hear him with the ringing in your ears. he’s rutting into you almost too desperately, you can almost feel every detail of his cock through the thin fabric separating you both as he mumbles messily against your lips, insanity intertwining with his lust. “you belong to me.”

“yuuta~ah!” you moan, so prettily that it makes yuuta’s pace stutter before he’s grabbing at your thigh to hike it up higher, to perfect the angle so you can feel him rub right between your clothed folds. he can almost feel you, his mind swirling with the thought of finally sinking into your warm pussy again— finally claiming back what’s his after you kept it from him for so long.

“i love you.” his mind and senses blur as he pushes love confessions between your lips, promises and threats that go unheard as you lose yourself in the pleasure between your thighs. “don’t leave me again. i won’t let you.” he gasps again, and you know he’s close when he pulls away to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

the press of your panties against you feels damp and if it wasn’t for yuuta holding you upright you’d have collapsed entirely as you hold onto him for stability. your breathing is ragged but you’re just as fucked out as he is, trying to meet each of his needy thrusts with mindless little humps of your own as you both near your orgasms.

“t-tell me, please.” your ex boyfriend trembles as your body claps against his, desperate hands clawing at your bare skin as you feel the shaft of his cock throb against you— begging just as much as he is with every breathless plea he buries into your throat. “please, i need it. i’m gonna—“

“i love you, yuuta.” you moan, it’s whispery and choked off just as he angles his hips exactly where you need him too, and it’s enough to have yuuta curling over you as the words ring true in his ears. it’s instantaneous the way his orgasm feels like it rips through him, his hips jerking and twitching into you as he babbles out slurred and whimpered thank yous, and his fingernails dig so tight into your skin you’re sure they’ll bruise.

he continues to roll his hips into yours, prolonging his blissful state because you’re whimpering his name, grabbing at him as you chase your own high— grinding into the mess he’s made in his pants and it only takes a few more presses onto your puffy clit before you’re going rigid.

your lips part, but yuuta’s quick to meet them with his own as he swallows up your moans— keeping them for himself as he holds you steady through your orgasm. your high hits you so hard and good your toes almost ache with how tight they curl, insides begging to be filled as you pull at the man infront of you’s dark roots and he whines into your mouth.

it’s greedy, the way you both ride out your highs until you’re a mess of limbs and agonised moans. your kiss is prolonged until it’s lewd and messy, pulling away with a string of drool despite the way your still ex boyfriends grip is as tight on you as it was when you started. he won’t let you get away from him again.

although with your dwindling pleasure and lust, you realise the weight of what you just did when you feel yuuta’s eyes on you— gazing down at you all fatuous and adoring. you clear your throat slightly as you try to move, feeling the ache in your spine from where you’ve been pressed against the hard surface but he’s quick to let his hands graze up the skin— smoothing out the area like it’ll help at all.

although the touch makes you shudder more than anything. 

“i have to go change. let’s go.” yuuta mumbles softly before his hand is intertwining with yours again, and you’re so aware of how tight his hold on you is that you know you’d have no chance to shrug him off. your lips part again, like you’re going to object and he looks at you— something a little dark twisting in his expression and it’s enough for you to suddenly forget how to speak.

another beat and he leans into press a kiss to your forehead, a whisper of a smile on his features before he’s pressing another to your lips after and sending you a soft, kind smile.

“i won’t let you leave me again.” and the confession makes your body betray you— maybe as a means of survival as you take a step in his direction on shaky legs to follow behind him,

“okay.”

love was like a curse afterall.

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[phi8]

A bit of Star Wars fanart! A conversation between Ahsoka and Anakin after The Mandalorian Chapter 13: The Jedi. This one goes along with a bit of writing, check it out below or here.

Ahsoka broke the piece of dried meat she was eating into a few smaller parts. She let her consciousness expand and felt the birds and lizards around her camp site, a singular simian alien at the edge of her awareness. The trees rustled and their anticipation for the coming change of season was apparent. She felt the Khyber crystals in her lightsabers hum and reverberate the life around them. Even the rock on which she had unfolded a clean napkin had its signature in the living force. Savoring the taste of the jerky, she thanked the beast from which it had come.

“Ahsoka,” a voice called out.

“Master,” she responded. It became easier to become aware of him each time she did. “Good to see you,” she said, right before he materialized into the world.

The pale blue visage of Anakin Skywalker shifted uncomfortably. “I told you to stop calling me that, I don’t deserve it.”

“You are the guy who’s become one with the force, not me,” Ahsoka said with a little smirk. “... Anakin,” she finished with a nod.

“Thank you,” he said, sitting down on a log across from her. As was the case with Obi-Wan and his master and Yoda, Anakin was strangely physical when he appeared like this. Ahsoka could feel how he was affected by gravity and that he would rather sit than stand. But she could also see right through his wispy shape.

Similarly, Anakin could tell that Ahsoka had been wrestling with something. “You have something on your mind?”

“Yes,” Ahsoka said. She swallowed the last piece of her meal and wrung her hands. “Grogu... Turns out he’s still alive.”

“The little kid that the council was always so mysterious about?” Anakin paused, then flickered out of existence briefly. With a pained expression now on his face, he continued, “I always figured he got caught when... When you were on Mandalore.”

“We shared a connection, apparently someone managed to sneak him out of the temple.” She looked at him. “His life hasn’t been easy,” Ahsoka said. She didn’t manage to keep all of the accusation out of her tone.

Anakin nodded. He was of the force now, supposed to be in ultimate balance with the galaxy. Ahsoka noted he really didn’t look it.

“He’s gotten himself a father figure, a Mandalorian. It’s pretty cute. But the guy wanted me to train Grogu.” She looked down at her lap. “And, and – Anakin, Grogu reminded me so much of you.”

“The little baby Yoda reminded you of me?” Anakin said a bit incredulously.

“He’s powerful, and filled with fear and passion. Fear to become lost again, to lose this new parent. We’ve seen what such fear to lose someone can -,” Ahsoka interrupted herself.

Anakin sighed. He didn’t have lungs anymore, but it still hurt. There were some downsides to being granted eternity. He was forced to be faced with the consequences of his actions, all the people he had hurt.

He leaned forward  and put his hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder. To her the sensation was one of warmth, not one of touch. “So you turned him down,” Anakin said softly.

“Yes.” She looked at him. Both being this connected to the force, they could feel the compassion they felt for each other. Healing and forgiving would take time, but it would come. “I promised to help them though, and since I’m not comfortable training him I sent them to Tython.”

“Tython? That dingy temple with the seeing stone?” He sat back a little. “But who would respond to a call from a place like that?”

“I think Luke will find them.” Ahsoka said. Her lekku twitched, and the guilt she felt was visible on her face.

“Oh, I see,” Anakin said, smiling a little. “You wanted to check in with me because you sent a potential Sith Lord to my son.”

“When you put it like that...” Ahsoka smiled as well and hit Anakin in the arm, which  fully connected. He let out a soft gasp, as he would have in life.

“Don’t worry about him!” Anakin continued. “I don’t know if you  noticed, but that young man is capable of some incredible things. In fact, it was his love, his passion, that made him a better Jedi, made him able to save me.” Anakin’s form glowed slightly as he talked about his son, as though the thought of Luke made his spirit more bright. “If anyone can train Grogu, it’s him.”

Anakin stood up, face turned to the night sky of Corvus. “But here: you called a Jedi knight from the beyond for advice and counseling?” Looking back at Ahsoka, he made a little bow and said, “just go check in on Luke at some point. You get to make sure you made the right decision, see if the kid is doing well. And Luke can needle you for more advice.”

“Yeah, he’s very eager, isn’t he?” Ahsoka said, her expression softening.

“It’s unbelievable. He won’t let Obi-Wan and Yoda have a single bit of rest, always asking is this right, what did we do in such cases... He even figured out how master Qui-Gon’s views are different and how to find the compromise between them” Anakin got a sad smile on his face and said, “he’s so much like Padmé.”

Ahsoka felt Anakin fading away in the force, like he suddenly didn’t have the willpower to maintain his form here anymore.

“Do not worry, Ahsoka,” Anakin said faintly, “Luke is more than capable, and yours is a different path.”

“Thank you, master,” she said to the chilly night.

[sugar-omi]

cove nsfw alphabet

tags : ok for masc/fem/nb readers, some ideas for bottom cove <3

*edited to add-on to ‘L = Location’ & ‘K = Kink’ & 'C = Cum' & ‘X = X-ray’

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

super sweet. he hugs you n kisses you n its very sweet n soft n loving

will get you anything you want afterwards

will carry you to the bath if you ask

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

we already know cove likes your arms and chest/boobs canonically, but i think he would also like your back. doesn’t matter if you got muscles or not he loves it.

i think he likes his arms and chest. i feel like step 3 cove is very confident about how he looks shirtless and in step 4 if he has a muscular frame, i think he works out like that bc he loves how it makes him look n he KNOWS he looks good !!!

i also think he likes legs. he likes anklets n your foot/ankle is attached to a leg so therefore i think he likes your legs as well!! doesn’t matter if you have long legs or shorter legs, he loves them n wants you to crush him w said legs

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to cum on you or in you.

in the patreon moment, he seemed to really like you swallowing his cum and so therefore he does love to finish down your throat

but i also think he loves to finish inside you. ofc if you can get pregnant, he won’t until you either prevent it (birth control, surgery etc.) or are ready for kids

i also think he loves to cum ON you. specifically on your stomach- its not even about it being near your womb/vagina if you have one, he just loves it

please cum on him as well

if you squirt? perfect, just finish dw about the mess

his whole hand is wet from fingering you? his fingers are in his mouth & tongue licking his wet sticky palms, what's the prblm again?

if you accidently cum all over his face when he pulls back from sucking you off? that's okay he loves it <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

won’t pull out n cum on your chest unless you ask or he gets the idea to lick it off your chest or smth. so if you’re sucking him off n cum falls on your chest n you swipe it up, licking it off your finger... he dies <3

can't belive I almost forgot...

cove cums a lot. and the consistency is pretty normal, but a bit more runny

also taste isn't bad, cove is pretty healthy

i think he loves loves LOVES switching dominate roles with you.

it doesn’t matter who’s taking it, if hes on top and you flip him or do something to assert domiance he loves it

like in step 3 “happiness” moment where if you push cove to the bed, when cove flips you over so you’re on your back and he kisses n touches you n stuff... i think he loved flipping you over n taking control

he’s very shy so he won’t tell you this for a long time, in fact he may not tell you at all n you have to find out on your own

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is not experienced whatsoever. even if y’all don’t date until step 4 or after step 4 (if you imagine that), he just doesn’t really date and he definitely doesn’t sleep around

if he did date other people, he’d have maybe 1 other partner before you, max 2

i don’t think he’d be eager to have sex either so he might have experience fingering or smth but thats it

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. he wants to hold you, see you while you fall apart under him...

kneeling scissors, whether your leg is over his shoulder or smth he loves how deep he can go <3

guard, he loves having you elevated/your body propped on top of him

+ if you’re penetrating of him

missionary bc he wants to hold onto you. he is very needy in this position imo

prone bone. he wants to hide his face honestly but also it makes his insides feel so good <3

cowgirl. again he wants to hold you but also he wants to be somewhat dominate sometimes

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

its a mix. hes more serious than trying to be funny, but he gets nervous so he might make a funny sounding squeak or fumble in some way.

even when you’re older and hes more confident, its still light hearted n he might make a joke or smth if theres one to be made. not something knee-slapping hilarious but light hearted

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

carpet matches the drapes ofc!!! i think he keeps it trimmed as a teen, not really short but its definitely not long

step 4 n older though i think he keeps a tighter trim and probably shaves it at least once in his life

i also dont think his body hair grows that fast or gets unruly either

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

hes always romantic n loving, always going for kisses n holding you

even when hes turning your insides out he does it lovingly

if hes bottoming, its still the same maybe even more so. please give him kisses

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t get off often even during/after step 4. maybe a little more often than before because he doesn’t feel self conscious about doing it anymore

he might get off once or twice a week

although i do think he can go awhile without getting off/having sex

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise him, please praise him <3

a little bit of pain

if you like degrading, at first he just cant do it at all. but by step 4 he can’t go further than occasionally calling you dirty/naughty and VERY rarely calling you a slut

although i think as he gets older he’d be more comfortable w degradation that isn’t calling you names (like saying youre needy or that youre so wet for him or that you’re making a mess of his/your clothes <3)

OVERSTIM & EDGING.

he loves when you edge him n make him wait to cum bc you wanna keep having your way w him <3

he would n will make you finish more than once, he loves tasting you

he has an oral fixation, idc how small he has one

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bed is obvious

but the couch is definitely second.

he definitely wouldn’t do anything besides kissing n a little groping in the kitchen/dining table, when things start to get touchy he does carry you to the nearest reasonable surface

hes a klutz, someone will get seasoning on them or hit by a spoon

loves doing it outside. ofc not if its public, but on the beach? oh yeah, PLEASE fuck him on the beach

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

whenever you wear anklets obviously; he knows you’re doing it because you either :

like them n wear em all the time, wearing it for a date, trying to tease him, or tryna get lucky

besides that though, i think he likes whenever you sit on his chest n act all flirty n touchy

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

absolutely won’t hit you harder than a few spanks

and don’t even bother asking abt anything harsher than that, hes not listening babe im sorry

also we already know anything that isn’t spit n cum is outta the question so don’t ask abt that either!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

after the patreon dlc we already know hes a master w his mouth

i dont think he has a particular preference, but if he had to chose he’d give

but i also think he loves receiving. like if you edge him in the dlc he says he wants more n quite frankly i think its deeper than that being the only option left after giving him a handjob

he craves n loves feeling your mouth on him

ofc he won’t force you n if you don’t like it he won’t ask unless you offer

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he usually keeps an inbetween pace

but if y’all are really hot n bothered though n cant keep your hands off each other, it is definitely faster n harder than usual, but if you prefer him to be more gentle than he does make you finish more than once <3

if you like it rough though, he definitely fucks you slow and deep on the usual. 

+ if he is bottoming

the first time he bottoms, he prefers it slow n sensual

after awhile he wants it slow n deep but in the end he ends up wanting it more rough <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

if you’re both desperate, he’ll have a quickie

and if you’re both busy n have to go to work/school n won’t see each other until late, quick morning sex <33

definitely doesn’t do it often though, he wants to take time and be close with you n take care of each other properly

would n will give you oral at least bc yk i think he has a bit of an oral fixation 👁️👁️ 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

okay lets just get this out the way: he doesn’t want anyone else in your bed or watching. im sorry my baby is just not a cuck

in the wedding dlc when he says “-Unless its me again for a second wedding.” he meant that shit

but having sex outside/in the car? only if no one is around and theres no chance of getting arrested or anything, he’d die of embarrassment n shame

now in a public place, like having a toy inside you or him, i don’t think he would. now if you were on a long drive together maybe a hidden vibrator

as long as the windows are up n our clothes stay on he’s okay <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh lord have mercy. he can go at least 3 rounds penetration wise n he will happily give you oral if you want to keep going/he needs a break

if you haven’t done it in awhile or youre edging him, hes more sensitive so he definitely finishes fast but otherwise i think he lasts a reasonable amount of time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

hes so embarrassed to use toys the first time omg- if you have some and you tell him or he sees them, hes redder than usual n i think theres steam coming off his head...

but as time goes on n he gets older he uses them on himself too

when you move in together, if you have toys of your own he does use them on you and he loves it bc he can make you squirm n stuff this way

but also he wants you to get off on him from his cock, fingers, or mouth

when you’re older tho n have tried more stuff/he’s ready for more stuff, he uses toys on himself

i think vibes are his best friend, whether theyre on you or him is up to you but yes y’all own many of them

also nipple stuff.... thinking abt cove w his nipples pierced mm

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he usually isn’t a tease, but as he gets older he is such a tease

he’ll walk by n pinch your butt, make a dirty joke or otherwise subtle comment, 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

do i really need to tell you he’s loud?

he groans and moans loudly

he’ll especially whine if you’re penetrating him

definitely growls/lets out a growl type sound when he finishes

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he won’t ask for it, but if you send nudes he loves it

also loves if you send videos

at first he doesn’t bring up video/phone sex but he does suggest it one day when you’re both needy for each other n are at a distance for work or school (if you dont bring it up first ofc)

he’s too embarrassed to do it on the phone at first, and y’all send videos back n forth n sext

the 2nd time though he texts you, asking you to call n you definitely have phone sex that day

i think he’d also get on the soonest plane and come see you bc he misses you in every way possible

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

above average

n im not just saying this bc the average is 5 to 5.5in

he’s at least 6 to 6.5 inches, not big but not little either

long AND GIRTHY

definitely a shower, i also feel like between his long legs n dick he has a hard time finding pants that aren’t baggy but arent tight n show his dick, unfortunate for him but fortunate for us!!! (please get him grey sweatpants)

also im thinking he has tattoos on his thighs... as he gets older he’ll get tattoos of his/your guys late fish

or your kids hand prints if ya have them

definitely gets something for his parents, just like “ily” their hand writing or a small flower they drew

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i think his drive matches yours as you get older

but it's still high

even more so if you've been apart/busy, he just cant get enough of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will fall asleep right after if you let him n neither of you need anything

unless the sheets are SOAKED, hes sleeping on the same sheets you did it on

you better ask him to run you a bath or smth otherwise he’ll ask why you’re changing the sheets n if he’s cuddly then you wont get it done and you will sleep on a naked bed

he does stay up for awhile and talk to you n stuff

[myfavoritesstuff]

So there was this dialogue about Z's choice of dress, pointing towards the "weird body modifications to his teeth" and y/n said she wonders, "if they hurt?" I knooow she might've meant it must have been painful for him to get his teeth like that but, what if we took it the other way? What if she unconsciously voiced this thought in another situation? Would they really hurt? A neck bite? Smut please.

Embrace of Shadows

Pairing: Z (from Favor) x Reader

Prompt: How did it lead to this? Being curious leads to something more.

Note: This is a smut! I hope I understood this request correctly. Sorry if I didn’t, but either way, I had a lot of fun writing this. Please read all the way through, it gets better, I promise! NOT PROOFREAD

I wonder if they hurt…

"Curious, aren't you?" Z's voice was a whisper, “why do you stare at my teeth?"

You blushed, realizing you had been caught. "I apologize," you stammered. "It's just...they're so different. I've never seen teeth like yours."

Z tilted their head, studying you with eyes that seemed to pierce their very soul. "Sharp teeth are a necessity for survival," they said. "For feeding. For protection."

Your heartbeat quickened. "Would it hurt?" they blurted out. "If you were to bite me?"

Z's lips curved into a half-smile. "Ah, the curiosity of mortals," they murmured. "You wonder about pain, about pleasure. About surrender."

Your mind raced. They hadn't meant to reveal such thoughts, but now the question hung in the air like a forbidden fruit. "Would it?" You pressed, their heart now pounding in their chest.

Z got up from the opposite side of the table and stepped closer, their breath cool against your skin. "Pain and pleasure," they whispered. "Two sides of the same coin. To be bitten by a demon is to dance on the precipice of both."

Your heart still pounded. You should run, flee from this dangerous allure. But something held you in place—the pull of forbidden desire, the thrill of surrendering to the unknown.

And then Z's lips brushed against your neck, and all rational thought fled. Their teeth sank into your flesh—not cruelly, but with a hunger that ignited every nerve. Pain flared, then melted into something else—an ache that bordered on ecstasy.

You gasped, your fingers tangling in Z's hair.

You could feel Z start to bite a little harder, starting to drink from them, drawing sustenance from their life force, and you surrendered willingly, lost in a dance of pleasure and pain.

When Z finally pulled away, You swayed a bit, dizzy and sated. Their neck bore twin punctures, a mark of Z's possession.

“Z…” You let out a soft whisper.

“Y/n…” his voice was deep. Your breath caught in your throat as Z pressed their body closer to yours. Z’s touch ignited a fire within you that threatened to consume everything.

“Y/n” they whispered, “keep your eyes on me, okay? I only need you to see and think only of me.”

A devilish smirk made its way onto their face. “You think you can do that, darling?”

Swallowing, you nodded. Their smirk turned into a small smile. “Good because after tonight, I won’t ever let you go or see anyone else with those precious eyes of yours.”

Z’s words made you feel warm inside. You never had someone talk to you this way before. Your thoughts were interrupted by Z speaking once more.

“I’m going to be taking what’s mine now. I hope you’re up for a few rounds.”

Your face flushed at their words, yet you did not stop them when they grabbed you by the arm and turned you around so you were facing the table. Their claw-like nails then proceeded to rip your clothing apart, leaving you exposed for them to see.

While the air was cold, your body felt hot. Just imagining the things Z could do to you made you feel excited. Z then began to strip themself of their own clothing. Once fully striped you could feel them start to trace their fingers along your body. You shivered as Z’s fingers started to travel lower.

“I want to taste you so badly”. As they said that, they kneeled down with one hand pushing you down so your ass was spread for them.

Their fingers made their way down to your hole, and started circling it. You gasped as they then stuck their forked tongue into your hole, stimulating the area inside. You grasped onto the table, as your legs started to shake from the pleasure you felt. Their tongue worked wonders as all you could do was grip onto the table.

Z seemed to notice this, for they suddenly pulled themselves away from your hole, stood up and turned you around. They then started to passionately kiss you and their hands made their way under your legs, signaling you to wrap yourself around his waist.

Your mind was in a haze. All you could focus on was him. Suddenly you felt something around your hole once more. As you felt them slip in, your immediately clenched around them. Groaning in response to you, they gripped hard on your legs, making you gasp.

They took this opportunity to slip their tongue into your mouth, making its way around your own tongue and to the back of your throat.

You slightly gagged on it but didn’t mind as you were overcome with an immense amount of pleasure.

Their thrusts hadn’t helped either as their hips angled themselves to hit a certain spot inside. Feeling the way their cock spread you open had you moaning their name. It was almost as if they were shaping your inside to the shape of them.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt an intense sensation wash over you. Moaning out their name again, you felt yourself come down from your high. Z however did stop, in fact; they kept going and increased their pace, trying to reach what you felt moments ago.

Whining from overstimulation you placed your head on their chest, letting them continue with their pace until they eventually reached their end. And it wasn’t long after until Z did. However once they were finished, you could feel a trail of their cum going down your leg.

You heard them make a sound of displeasure as they started thrusting back into you pumping the cum back into your hole. You gasped as you groaned from the pleasure that started to build up again, and you gently grabbed onto his shoulder.

“I hope you weren’t thinking that I was done with you, cause I told you that we were going for a few rounds.”

[zhonglisbeloved]

Zhongli; Mirror Sex [modern au]

it's a bit rough but its something? I don't really like it tho lmao

Zhongli x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, slight degrading at the end, dildo, mirror sex

You gasped as you felt the dildo stretch out your hole, you were too horny to wait for Zhongli to come back from work you had done your best to control yourself but now you couldn't so here you were, fucking yourself with a dildo desperately trying to make yourself cum. You whined in frustration because no matter how hard you tried; you couldn't get yourself even close to an orgasm.

You were sitting in front of the floor-length mirror, you looked at yourself, needy, naked, and covered with a thin layer of sweat as you moved the dildo in and out of your tight hole, your hips bucking in pathetic attempts to feel more pleasure.

Suddenly, you felt another hand on yours, and just like that, the dildo was gone. You gasped when you opened your eyes, in front of you was Zhongli, with the dildo in his hands and a smirk on his face. "What? Couldn't get yourself to cum? Pathetic" he scoffed and kept the dildo aside, he then stripped himself and moved to sit behind you, his legs on either side of you.

His hands moved down to your dripping heat, and he started rubbing your clit in slow, lazy circles. "Faster please~" your whine was cut off with a high-pitched scream as he slapped your pussy.

"Eyes on the mirror, little one" he growled and got back to playing with your clit. He hovered his finger over your entrance but didn't do anything more than prodding and rubbing a little before going to squeeze your inner thighs which made you whine, "Please- do something! ~"

"Needy little girl" he scoffed and entered two of his fingers in your sopping cunt and curled them at the right angle while his other hand was busy caressing your body and playing with your nipples. "No no no no- pleasepleaseplease-" you whined as he pulled away just as you were about to cum. 

A few hours later, tears were streaming down your flushed cheeks as you begged him to let you cum, he had been edging you mercilessly and you were desperate to cum. "Poor girl, fine, I'll let you cum~" he cooed with faux pity and thrusted the dildo inside you.

His actions took you by surprise you moaned loudly at the sudden pleasure, he thrusted the dildo in and out of your gaping hole at a fast pace as your eyes rolled back and legs shook violently.

You felt a coil in your lower abdomen, and you immediately knew that you were going to cum, you started bucking your hips, "Ah- close- 'm gonna cum please- please can I cum?" you choked out through whimpers and moans. The moment you heard him say yes in a raspy tone, your vision went white as you came hard, gushing around the dildo as he continued to fuck you with it, riding out your high.

He pushed you forward gently for you to get on your all fours, your eyes widened in the realization of the fact that he wasn't done yet. He pulled your hair so that your back was against his hard, toned chest. 

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, okay? I want you to see how your cunt takes my cock, yeah?" his dirty talk wasn't helping as you grew needier, and your juices dripped down your inner thighs despite the edging and orgasm. He thrusted his hard cock in you, and you went cross eyes immediately as he snapped his hips forward.

You gasped as you felt his cock in you, it was even bigger than the dildo, "Mhm- Morax- Feel so good" you whimpered as you saw your cunt swallowing his cock in the mirror. He grunted as your tight clamped down on his veiny dick, he wrapped one of his arms around your waist to keep you up as his thrusts got sharper.

All you could do was nod your head in response, your mouth was open as moans slipped out one after another. Zhongli then used his other hand and took ahold of the dildo and thrusted it in your mouth.

"Suck it clean, whore" he commanded, and you wasted no time in rolling your tongue around the fake cock and gagging on it as you tasted your own essence. Your eyes rolled back, and your head fell on his shoulder as you felt the heat pooling in your abdomen.

With a few final sloppy thrusts, he finally released his hot seed in your hole, you too released your juices with a muffled scream. He pulled the dildo out of your mouth and tossed it away before standing up and carrying you to the bed. "Did so well for me baby, get some rest while I clean you up" he said gently and kissed your forehead softly. 

[lemon-jellybelly]

watchin' you just ain't enough (I wanna taste the way you say the things you say)

The party is fun, but you and Jeremiah can have more fun on your own. Things get heated once you find some privacy.

title from the song "Taste" by Sawyer / crossposted to ao3 / gif by bethereforya

Shayla and Nicole were practically shouting in your ear to be heard over the music, but you could still barely pay attention to what they were saying. It was hard to focus on anything when your boyfriend was across the room, knelt down, golden curls flopping back as he tilted his head to catch the liquor from the ice luge. You were mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed and couldn’t help but grin on your own as he wiped an arm across his boyish smile. He was so gorgeous that you weren’t the least bit ashamed when he glanced up and caught you staring. The wink he sent lit butterflies in your stomach, and you tried to cool down by taking a sip of your drink and turning back to the girls in an attempt of nonchalance.

It didn’t work. “I didn’t realize I was being so obvious,” you laughed as they watched you in amusement.

“It’s adorable.” Nicole insisted. “You guys are like, the perfect picture of young love.” A blush warmed your ears as you took another, longer sip.

“And besides, who can blame you?” Gigi added, having joined while you were distracted. “Jeremiah looks really good tonight.” Her eyes lingered a bit too long as she continued, “he always looks really good.”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

Gigi nodded in response, lifting her arms in a show of retreat.

She was right, though, of course. While Jeremiah was always eye-catching, his white shirt was crisp enough to make his summer tan glow and just short enough to offer a glimpse of his lean torso every time he lifted his arms. Which, thanks to the current round of beer pong, was often.

It wasn’t long after you finally tore your eyes away from Jeremiah that he came in search of you. You were mid-laugh when a familiar pair of arms circled around your waist and hugged you to his body.

You let your head loll back onto his shoulder so that you could look up and greet him quietly. “I brought you a drink.” He said, tapping your thigh with the red cup in one hand.

“I have a drink,” you said, holding it up as proof.

“Yeah, but this one is fresh.” He enticed you, raising an eyebrow. “Only the best for my girl.”

You couldn’t help but beam back at him. “Well, who am I to say no to that?” You exchanged cups, Jeremiah handing you the full drink and chugging your half-empty one in its place.

When he finished, he ducked his head down to kiss your exposed shoulder, your neck, below your ear. A shiver ran through your body and though you hid behind your drink, you soon gave up on trying to keep a straight face for the girls. There was no question of who had your attention, and you wanted to soak it in without an audience.

You barely even finished asking Jeremiah if he wanted to take a lap around the party before he was tugging you by hand out of the room, and you waved mischievously at your friends as you left. You said brief hellos as the two of you made your way through the house, nodding to Steven as he mixed a drink and cheering on Belly as she crushed Conrad in flip cup. You knew the upstairs was technically off limits, but you said nothing as Jere led you up and through the first open door he found.

“Is this Haley’s bedroom?” You asked, examining the walls as Jeremiah locked the door. You’d never met the host of this party, but the girl in the photos looked about your age. You took a final sip, letting the buzz course through you, before placing your cup on the white vanity.

“I would assume so.” Jeremiah shrugged, taking your hands and turning you to face him. “But that’s not really my focus right now.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh? So what is?”

With a smirk, he cupped your chin to lift your lips to his own. As much as you loved to tease him, you loved to kiss him more, and so you gave in. As you made out, Jere slowly walked you both backward, until his legs hit the bed and he lowered himself down. His hands trailed down your back, shoulder blades to spine, hips to thighs, where at last he gripped you and pulled you down to straddle him. You giggled but the laughter quickly faded away as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

One hand remained at the back of your thigh and the other grasped your waist, holding you flush against him, as your own arms slid to lock behind his neck. “Jere,” you whispered against his lips, and he hummed.

“Sounds so good when you say my name.” He murmured, lips tracing down your jaw to attach to your neck.

“Jere.” You repeated, a bit more insistently, tugging gently on a curl at the base of his skull. He moaned quietly against your throat before sucking the skin, hard, eliciting a gasp that had your back arching into his chest. One of Jeremiah’s hands crept tantalizingly up your shirt to slide under the band of your bra, pressing you even further into him, if that was possible.

He was moving back up to kiss you when a knock reverberated on the door and you froze, faces barely a centimeter apart. Neither of you moved, hoping whoever it was would walk away, until a second knock pounded on the door and you glanced over your shoulder.

“Ignore it.” Jeremiah whispered, and you stood no chance against his sparkling blue eyes. You hesitated, but his fingers pressed lightly into your skin, bringing your focus back to him. With practiced ease, he peeled off your top, stroking the bare skin revealed along the way. If another knock came after that, you didn’t hear it.

You kissed him urgently and he responded so, deftly unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. His hands were warm as he cupped your breasts, thumbing over your nipples until you whimpered. “That’s it,” he encouraged between kisses. “Let me hear you.”

“Feels good,” you sighed. But it wasn’t enough; you needed to feel his skin against yours. You sat back just enough to reach for the hem of his tee and pull it over his head, tousling his hair in the process. There was a moment before he pulled you back in, in which you admired his taut muscles and smooth skin, only to realize his eyes were combing over you the same way.

“I love your body.” He said, fingers now trailing up and down your sides. “I love you.”

You bit your lip, still shy in front of Jeremiah despite it all. “I love you more.”

For a beat, he could only gaze at you in admiration. Then, with a slight shake of his head, as if in disbelief at his luck: “come back here.”

You obliged gladly, rolling your hips back onto his lap and feeling him, hard, underneath you.

He raised his pelvis slightly to grind harder against you. Your ensuing moan was all the permission he needed to reach for your waistband. The button on your shorts released easily, and Jeremiah wasted no time in slipping his hand down the front to press against you through your panties.

His fingers easily found your clit and worked up a steady pace that had you whining into his mouth. “Fuck, baby, please,” you babbled. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough to make you cum and he knew that; he reveled in making you beg for him.

“Please what?” He asked innocently. You dropped your head to his shoulder and moaned as he increased the pressure and therefore friction against the dampening fabric. “Tell me, sweetheart, what do you need?”

You panted as he continued toying with you. “Need to cum. Please make me cum, Jere.” You could see his pupils dilate in the time it took for him to close the gap and kiss you again, harder and messier than before. You were getting so, so close. He could feel it, your body trembling against him, so it was entirely cruel when he stopped suddenly. You let out a cry. “No, no, no.” You begged. “Please don’t stop.”

“Just for a second.” He promised soothingly, tugging down your shorts. “Just want to get you out of these, want you to come around me.” True to his word, it only took a moment to rid you both of your remaining clothes and grab a condom from Jeremiah’s wallet. Then you were back in his lap, hot skin on hot skin, and then, with matching sighs, he was inside you. Your bodies fit together with ease, the once-burning stretch as he filled you now comfortably familiar.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you exhaled, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling lightly. “You feel so good.” His response was a broken moan, and the sound had your stomach fluttering.

With the guiding help of his hands on your hips, you built up a rhythm that had you both keening as you rocked back and forth. “God, you’re so tight.” Jeremiah muttered breathlessly. This only encouraged you to pick up your pace, and he tipped his head back, exposing his throat for you to lick. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s my girl.”

The words had an unexpected effect on you, and you nipped at his throat before speaking. “Say it again.”

He tilted his chin enough to eye you. “You’re my girl. Always.” He didn’t wait for a response but brought your lips back together. Your movements were somewhat limited by your refusal to peel your upper body away from his, but both of you were satisfied by the depth he reached every time you sank back down on his cock. In fact, you may have been able to cum just like that, but you weren’t one to complain when Jeremiah wet his thumb on your tongue and brought it down to circle your clit. A steady chorus of gasps and mewls fell from your mouth at the added stimulation, but Jere wanted more. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby,” he urged. “It’s so loud out there, no one can hear, tell me how good you feel.”

You immediately acquiesced, letting your jaw relax and the sounds flow out. “I feel so full,” you whimpered. “I want this all the time, wanna be able to feel it tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” He egged you on breathlessly. “Want to walk around with a reminder of me? You can’t get enough, can you?”

“Mm-mm.” You hummed. “Always want more of you. Next time, want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

You could feel his abs clench at your words. “Oh, fuck.” He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna make me cum now if you’re not careful.”

“Want you to.” You encouraged him, but he was determined to get you off first. He dropped his head to lap and suck at your nipples, fingers speeding up below, and it wasn’t long until Jeremiah could feel you tightening around him. As you got closer, his movements lessened in skill but increased in passion, until he had you right on the brink, chest heaving, thighs trembling.

“So goddamn gorgeous.” He said, taking you in. “Come on baby, come for me.” He fucked you through your orgasm, swallowing your cries and supporting your shaky body with an arm across your lower back. The overstimulation was beginning to border on painful when his own muscles tightened and he came, too. You loved the way he looked like this: a sheen of sweat at the root of his messy curls, ocean eyes two shades darker than normal, jaw strong despite his open lips. He may have hooked up with other guys and girls before, but now he was yours, all yours, only yours. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but this? This was just for you.

Satiated, you were both catching your breath and neither of you made a move to separate yourselves. “Love you,” you told him again, nuzzling into his collarbone.

He cradled you against him with both arms, pressing his lips at the top of your head. “I love you, too.” You rested this way for a moment, listening to his heartbeat and inhaling his scent: a sweet mixture of sweat, sunscreen, and shampoo. Above you, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, resting his cheek against your head. This was comfortable yet exhilarating, safe but bold. This was love.

The spell was broken by a sudden pounding on the door, followed by an determined attempt to turn the locked handle. When this failed, a desperate voice came through the wall: “whoever’s in there, you better not be fucking on my bed!”

You and Jeremiah caught each other’s eyes with matching guilty grins. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” And with one last kiss, you sealed the deal.

[milawritesstuff]

Back To December (Pedri’s Version)

A/N: The much anticipated fourth part is here! I hope you guys like it. You can find parts 1-3 here:

Babe (Pedri’s Version)

I Almost Do (Pedri’s Version)

Girl At Home (Pedri’s Version)

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Pedri's POV

-Vamos Pedri, just for a bit.- Said Gavi as I put on my shirt. Gavi next to me in the locker room putting on his clothes after practice.

-I don't really want to go out.- I said sitting down and putting on my shoes. Gavi rolled his eyes and sat next to me.

-There's a small cafe I found a few weeks ago. You'll love the food.-

I looked over at him and shook my head. I knew it was impossible to say no to him. He would start to whine and complain like a small child until you gave in to whatever it was he was asking from you. I also knew it was his way of trying to take care of me since I had secluded myself for the past few months.

-Vale.- I said agreeing.

We drove to a cafe on the other side of town. We ordered small appetizers and sat back waiting for them to be ready. I missed coming out with my friends but the past few months my routine had been practice and going back home. It was almost as if I was punishing myself for the last time I went out. Trying to undo my mistakes, an impossible task.

They called out our order and Gavi stood up grabbing the plates from the counter. He put the food in between the two of us.

-This one is really good.- He said pointing to a plate of meat. I reached my hand out to grab a small piece when I heard it. The laugh that would forever be engraved in my brain. I looked up and my heart began to race. The food in my hand dropping back to the plate as I looked down trying to cover the side of my face with my hand.

-Don't look.- I said to Gavi who had just put food in his mouth. His back to her.

-What am I not looking at?- He asked.

-It's her Gavi, its Y/N.-

Her brown hair now longer than before, swinging as she walked in her arm interlocked with his. A light blue dress perfectly hugging her curves. The two walked towards a table at the entrance of the cafe and sat down. They continued to talk while she laughed.

Gavi couldn't resist and as soon as I said her name he turned around.

-Joder, Gavi. What did I just tell you?- I whispered causing him to turn back to face me and say sorry with his facial expressions.

I looked up again and my heart dropped as I saw her and the dark haired guy sitting so close to each other. I felt the need to cry build up but I just looked at the table. The perfect fuck you that the universe could send me, to see her here happy and with someone else while I couldn't move on. Gavi sat there in silence but somehow knowing exactly what was going on in my mind.

-It doesn't mean she's with him, you know.- He said. I shrugged my shoulders. I sat there thinking how I knew nothing about who she was now. Months had passed since she was mine and I knew everything, her routine, how she liked things, who she knew, how she tasted. Now someone sitting next to her who I had never met in my life, the blue dress she was wearing I had never seen on her before. Even the way she wore her hair now was different. But one thing I knew, that smile on her face wasn't genuine, it wasn't the type of smiles I used to bring to her face.

-She's not with me Pablo, so it doesn't really matter if she's with him or not.- I said as I grabbed a plate of food and began to eat. My eyes fixated on the food in front of me, a knot in my throat making it difficult to swallow anything.

Gavi sat there looking at me almost disappointingly. His plan to bring me out and change up my routine had resulted in this. We both ate quietly.

-Do you want to head out?- He asked as he took the last bite of his food. I nodded and took out my wallet to leave the money for the food.

-Let me just use the restroom first.- Said Gavi as he stood up and walked to the back of the cafe.

I sat there in clear view of Y/N trying to keep my face down so she wouldn't see me if she looked my way. I decided to move over to where Gavi was sitting so my back would be to her while I tried to think about how Gavi and I would walk out of the cafe without them seeing us. I couldn't sit still and decided to message Gavi that I would wait for him outside. Hoping I could quickly walk out of there without her or her friend seeing me.

I hit send on the message and stood up and turned around when our bodies met. I stepped back almost as if touching her would break her. Her familiar scent overtaking me. We stood there in silence, my heart feeling as if it was going to explode out of my chest.

I tried to say something but I couldn't. Her eyes locked on my face, she began to play with her hands which I knew she would do when she got nervous.

Behind her I heard her friend yell, -Y/N, you were going to the restroom not to make friends.- He said. I looked over at him and then back at her. She looked down at the ground and then back up at me. She offered a small smile.

-He's ... he's my friend.- She said referring to the person she had walked into the cafe with.

I smiled. -Yeah?- Was all I could say, immediately regretting such a stupid response. After months of not seeing her and not being able to talk to her, after what I had done to her all I could say was yeah.

Before I could say anything else Gavi walked up to both of us. Her eyes diverting to him with a smile on her face. -Pablito, it's been so long.- She said as he took her in for a hug. I stood there trying with every bone in my body not to be jealous of my friend in that moment. He was able to just hug her and tell her how much he had missed her without feeling any sort of regret or blame for the situation.

Seconds later Y/N's friend walked towards us. -Joder tia.- He said with a smile. She turned around to look at him. -Jordi, this is Pedro and Pablo ... old friends.- She said. I stood there thinking how fucked up it was that now I was introduced as her old friend, everything we had been through meaning nothing anymore. But what was she supposed to say? My ex who cheated on me and his best friend? Both Gavi and I shook Jordi's hand and greeted him.

Jordi invited us to sit with them.

-We were just leaving.- I said quickly wanting whatever was happening to end as soon as possible.

-But come on Pedri, we don't have practice tomorrow. I'm sure we can stay for a few more minutes?- Said Gavi. I looked at him with eyes that could kill for doing this to me. That's when I was caught by surprise, I head Y/N's voice.

-A few minutes won't kill you.- She said.

I agreed and the three of us walked back to the table while Y/N went to the restroom. I'm sure asking herself why she had just said that.

-Y/N didn't tell me she had friends that were as gorgeous as the two of you.- Said Jordi which caused Gavi and I to chuckle. I felt a relief in my heart knowing that Y/N and Jordi were probably not together.

When she came back to the table she sat next to Jordi while Gavi and I sat across from them. Jordi and Gavi began to talk about the food while she and I just sat there in silence.

Finally I decided to talk. -It's hot out.- I said immediately kicking myself in the head for deciding to talk about the weather. She looked up at me and smirked. -The summer is almost here.-

-How have you been?- She said, not knowing really what to say.

-We won La Liga.- I mentioned with a smile wanting to tell her I wish she would have been there with me to celebrate.

-Did you?- She responded letting me know in a few words she had not been keeping up with my team or myself. Her guard was up and and who could blame her.

-I'm happy for the team.- She said.

Gavi and Jordi were talking most of the time, Y/N sometimes adding a little. I sat back and took her all in. Wishing I had realized what I had when she was mine. Realizing how much I missed her tan skin more than I thought I did. Her smile still making my heart skip a beat like when we were children. Knowing I would give everything in the world to go back to December and not do what I did. Wishing I could go back in time and change it, knowing I couldn't.

The four of us stepped out of the cafe. Gavi giving her a hug and telling her she missed her. Jordi shaking both of our hands as we said our goodbyes. I smiled at her and began to walk away without saying anything with Gavi behind me.

-Are you serious?- He said.

-What?-

-That's it?- He asked.

-What do you want me to do Gavi? Tell her that I'm sorry? That I miss her? That life without her is just me missing her?-

-Minimo.- At least. He said. I turned back and saw as her and Jordi walked in opposite direction. -Joder, go.- Said Gavi giving me the motivation that I needed, telling me with his actions that it wasn't all in my head, that the past half an hour we had spent with her had been difficult for her as well because there was still something there.

I ran towards where she was and yelled out her name while grabbing her arm and softly pulling her back. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with tears causing mine to do the same.

-Can I walk you home?- I said. She looked over at Jordi who offered a half smile and pushed her towards me.

-Vale.- She said agreeing. I let go of her arm and we began to walk next to each other. The warmth of her body next to mine being exactly what I needed even in this hot day.

We walked in silence. Me trying to muster up the courage to tell her everything I had wanted to for the past few months. Trying to swallow my pride.

We walked for a few blocks until we reached a small park. We walked in and sat on a bench which faced a teeter totter like the one she and I had played in countless of times as children. I took a deep breath and looked over at the girl who sat next to me.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for that night. I'm sorry for not realizing what I had.-

She looked at me now the tears falling from her eyes.

-I know you hate me but- she interrupted me.

-Don't you get it? For months I have tried to hate you and I can't. Pedri. I didn't respond to your messages because I wouldn't have been able to say no to you but you broke me. I couldn't risk it again. I can't get you out of my mind as much as I have tried. Eres el puto amor de mi vida.- She said.

Hearing her tell me I was the love of her life should have made me happy but it didn't. It made me feel worse knowing she had given all of herself to me and I had taken it for granted. She gave me all of her love and all I gave her was a goodbye.

-I wish I could go back to December. Change everything about that night. Make it all right.- I said.

-But you can't.- She responded in between tears.

I grabbed her hands, a sense of peace filling me knowing she was so close to me, that she didn't pull herself away from me.

-Please, let me make it better. I can't sleep, I stay up all night thinking about what I should have done differently. Fighting every bone in my body not to go out and look for you. Resisting the urge to message you. I'm sorry. Te amo.-

She sat there in silence.

-Please, I swear I'll love you right this time.-

She didn't say anything. Instead I felt her lips press against mine. The sweet taste of her lips in between the salty taste of both of our tears. Her hands on my jaw as my tongue parted her lips allowing me to go inside. Her lips as soft as I remembered. I felt my chest fill with the familiar warmness that I had been missing since December when she left. Her hand traveling down to my neck as my hands cupped her face. Us kissing felt like the silence around us exploded. My heart racing at the thought that she did more than not stop me, she kissed me back.

I wanted to pull away and tell her how I was feeling, continue pleading to her. But I couldn't. I didn't want this kiss to ever end. I had months to make up for not having her by my side. I continued to kiss her hoping that my kisses would show her what I desperately wanted her to know.

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[bluegalaxygirl]

If the reader is sick (the one with the snakes), would he snakes come out too and just plump down next to her and be a little dramatic? I need some distraction because I’m sick and nobody to look after me and wanted to know what they’d do. Sorry if this is a stupid question. 😅❤️

I hope you feel batter soon and i'll add some Zosan taking care of reader for you for good measure.

Warning: Snakes, being sick, bad language and gross stuff.

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they are also connected to her emotions. Iv also deiced that the snakes are genderless.

You're not one to get sick, you avoid it the best you can but when Zoro got sick he hid it very well and now you were sick. You avoided being sick for a reason, it didn't matter what the sickness was your snakes would get it too and your arms itch like crazy because of this. Chopper has wrapped your arms in bandages, given you cold packs for your arms but your already freezing even with a fever so you lay in bed itching your arms resisting the urge to rip the bandages off. The bed was comfy and warm but you couldn't sleep to focused on your shivering body, blocked nose and sore throat. Sanji had been coming in and out to check on you while Zoro stayed away since the cook yelled at the man for not telling anyone he was sick and for getting you sick, even though they were in the kitchen at the time you could hear their argument clear as day. A part of you wanted to slap the swordsman but you mostly understood why he didn't tell anyone, he didn't have any symptoms other than seeming to wrap up a bit more than normal. "Hay love. i made you some tea with Honey and lemon for your throat" Sanji smiles walking in and setting the tray down on the bedside table "Thanks" you cough a little sitting up in bed and rubbing your arm "I know it itches love but please don't" The cook grabs your hands to stop you form itching, you nod at him and go to take the warm cup of tea drinking a bit as Sanji sits on the edge of the bed.

You breathe in the warm steam and take in the soothing feeling going down your throat as you drink "Thank you" You whisper feeling a little better "It's no problem love, oh, Chopper said to take this if you can" The cook reaches over and grabs a bottle from the try along with a spoon, you groan and pout a little, the blonde gives you a sympathetic look before pouring the medicine onto the spoon and feeding it to you. You take the medication that tastes awful but you swallow it and drink some more of your tea to wash it down but the itching in your arms starts to become unbearable again, holding your cup with one hand you use the other to start scratching. Sanji sighs and gabs your hand as your leg shakes feeling frustrated "Why don't you just let them out" Zoro's voice comes from the door way getting a glare off Sanji "I told you to stay away, you've done enough damage" The cook try's not to yell standing up to go and shove the swordsman out but the man doesn't budge "Sanji, its fine" You cough a little placing your cup down as the blonde stops pushing the swordsman with a sigh. "Last time i let them out when i was sick" You cough a little only for Zoro to walk over to you and sit on the edge of the bed, Sanji keeping a close eye on him. "Their going to be sick too. I'd rather itch than look after two sick snakes" you lay back down in bed the swordsman pulling the covers over you.

Sanji smiles placing a hand on Zoro's shoulder "We'll were here now, so we can look after them" The cook was still mad at Zoro, but he was also very concerned, he couldn't see that the man he loved was sick for almost a whole week. "Isn't one of me enough?" You ask looking up the two was your body shivers and itches "Please, baby. I'm really sorry for getting you sick at least let me make it up to you. I'll take care of them" Zoro takes your arm and runs his hand up and down the feeling making you feel a little better "Ok fine." You groan pulling your arm away form him and making fangs out of your fingers, The tattooed snakes on your bandaged arm slither out of your hands, they stay small as they look at each other, their eyes droopy and skin paler than normal. One turns to Zoro flicking its tongue at him "They don't look too ba-" Zoro smile only to get sneezed on by the snake, You and Sanji slap a hand over your mouths trying to stop yourselves form laughing "You were saying?" the cook chuckles behind the swordsman who keeps his eyes closed while grabbing a tissue wiping the snot off his face and using the same tissue to wipe the snakes nose. Your other snake hisses laying its head in Zoro's lap, its eyes groggy and mouth dry "Don't worry I'll look after them" Zoro smiles at you a little making you smile back.

Sanji places a wet cloth on your head while Zoro sits on the end of the large bad with the two small snakes on his lap, he wipes their noses and gives them water he didn't find it too hard. As you fell asleep Sanji went to get water and some other stuff Chopper recommended for sick snakes "If your not careful i'm gonna start calling you pissy" Zoro groans holding a tissue to the snakes nose, it gives him a glare even with tired eyes "What now?" Sanji whispers setting stuff down on the other bedside table before walking over with a cup of water. "This one won't sneeze into the tissue" The swordsman whispers back slowly pulling the tissue away but keeping his eye on the snake looking for any signs that it'll sneeze again. The cook lets out a small quiet laugh as he sits on the bed holding the cup on the bed as your other snake lazily slithers over and starts to drink "There you go" The blonde lightly rubs the snakes head with his finger watching it drink. The snake on Zoro breaths in before sneezing but this time the swordsman manages to get the tissue over the snakes nose giving the snake a cocky grin as it stares daggers at him. Sanji puts the glass of water on the side table before grabbing two warm towels and laying them down for the snakes to sleep on.

"Honestly i thought it would be harder than this" Sanji lightly pets the snakes head as it curls up on the warm towel "your only saying that because you got the easy one" Zoro looks over the cook then down at the sleeping snake only for the snake in front of him to slither up his arm and into his kimono "Get out" the swordsman whispers trying to grab the snake only for it to wrap around his bicep, he stops with a sigh since it reminds him of how you some times cling to him in your sleep. Your arms around his arm and head on his shoulder, they are a part of you so he can't bring himself to pry the now warm snake off his arm. Sanji watches with a smile soon feeling the snake in front of him wrap its tail around his index finger keeping his hand close as it try's to fall asleep.

Things seemed to be going well, you were asleep along with your snakes while Zoro and Sanji sat on the bed "I know your still mad but i'm sorry, if i knew Y/N would get sick i wouldn't have hid it" The swordsman whispers getting Sanji to look up from the snake holding his finger "I'm upset that you didn't tell me you were sick, what if you ended up like nami was, she pretended she was fine until she passed out." The blonde looks over the swordsman hoping he will understand. When Nami got sick it scared everyone, they almost lost her and the thought of going through that again especially with someone he loved hurt. "I won't do it again if it worries you this much. It was only mild so i didn't think much of it.... i just didn't want to be fussed over" Zoro looks over at you, he didn't know if you had a worse version or if the snakes being sick made your symptoms worse, either way he was sorry and hopes to make it up to you. "Zo, it's our job as partners to fuss over you. your gonna have to get used to it" Sanji lets out a small laugh making the Zoro blush a little "You know i hate that shit" The swordsman grumbles under his breath, the cook reaches over and takes Zoro's hand making the man look at him "You act like you hate it but i see the way you lean into it, how your cheeks go slightly red, how your body relaxes"

Zoro using his free hand to stop the cook from saying anymore, placing his hand around the blondes mouth "Is this your way of torturing me?" The green haired man asks earning a snicker and a nod. The snake on Zoro's arm tightens slightly before letting out a sneeze making the swordsman groan and reach into his kimono to pull the snake off his arm, it offers up some resistance but seems to be too tired to fight back. Grabbing a tissue the swordsman wipes the snakes nose and lays it down on the second heated towel on the bad before wiping his arm "I think thats also good payback" Sanji chuckles leaning back a bit and watching his boyfriend clean snot off his arm. The snake lifts its head up and sneezes again only this time it lands on your second snake, a loud angry hiss fills the room as the snake unravels its tail form around Sanji's finger and lifts up "Hay it's ok we can just clean yo-" The snake in front of Zoro sneezes again right into the seconds snakes face, the hiss gets louder as the snake shivers with feeling cold and anger. Zoro quickly grabs his snake just before the other snake lunges to bite "Hay i know its gross bud but were not gonna do that" The swordsman try's holding onto the snake as it starts hissing back.

A once calm environment now turned into an intense argument between the two snakes, Zoro and Sanji held one each to the best of their ability while the two snakes hissed and lunged at each other, the swordsman stepped off the bed to try and create some distance only for the hissing to get more intense and louder. Waking up to the sound of loud angry hissing and Zoro and Sanji trying to calm the two snakes down, you open your eyes to find Sanji holding one snake while sitting on the bed and Zoro holds the other getting off the bed to step away. The two snakes hiss and trying to bite each other even though their quite far away form each other now. Your throat hurts and your still tired but anger boils through you as you yell "Knock it off" You hold your throat as you sit up, the yelling hurt but at least now the room was quiet. Zoro and Sanji along with your snakes turn to look at you as you sit up with a hard glare making all of them gulp in fear "I finally get some good sleep and you two start a fight." You point to the snake in Zoro's hands making it jump a little "You, sneeze into a tissue, how many times have i told you to do so?" You growl trying to yell but your sore dry throat won't let you, the snake looks down at the floor in shame as you look over at the snake in Sanji's hands.

You didn't fully understand what happened but you can put the pieces together and its happened before, its very rare but when it does happen all hell can breaks loose "Don't attack each other now both of you apologise" The two snakes look at each other and flick their tongues while lowing their heads as a way of saying sorry. You flop back down and rub your head as Sanji puts the snake back on the towel and grabs a tissue to wipe it down "I'm sorry love" The cook sighs as Zoro walks back over and sits down still holding the snake while grabbing a tissue and makes the snake hold it with its tail. "It's not your fault, this is why i didn't want to let them out, they always start a fight, and they both have their own thing that annoys either me or each other" pulling the covers back over you while rolling on your side you look over at your two boys "So its not just the sneezing?" Zoro asks putting the snake in his hands down on the warm towel "Yep. your one sneezes and refuses to use a tissue, i have no idea why but it also some times refuses to drink even when it really wants water. The other one is very clingy and tends to try and sleep underneath the other for warmth or try and curl up under my head but its also quick to anger, its even bitten me once because i rolled away form it, luckily they only get like this when their sick" You groan earning sympathetic looks form your two boys as the two snakes finally settle back down.

The next couple of days you managed to get some good sleep but there were times when you would have to let your snakes back on your arms, it drained your energy and gave you a headache if they were gone too long, and they would get dizzy. Zoro and Sanji helped the best they could tending to keep the snakes away from each other as to not start another fight, Zoro spent most of his time with you looking after one snake while the other laid on your chest as you slept, Sanji would come in and out bringing stuff for everyone before going back to doing what he needed to do. The cook has a very strong immune system, he can't remember the last time he got sick, so he wasn't worried too much about being around you. Of cause, he didn't want to get anyone else sick so took measures to wash his hands and change cloths before preparing food or drinks. Chopper would pop in once a day to check on you and if your snakes were out he would check them over too. Thanks to everyone's help you got better much quicker than you had previous times, it only really hit you when you let your snakes back onto your still bandaged arms. Chopper insisted you keep the bandages on to stop you form itching when ever the snakes went back but it didn't itch.

Sitting up you look over your bandaged arms earning a look of concern form Sanji, Zoro and Chopper "What's wrong baby?" Zoro asks sitting on the end of the bed and placing a hand on your leg. You smile at him and grab his hand "its doesn't itch anymore" It was such a relief, you were finally well enough for your snakes to not affect you "Thank you guys so much, it feels so much better" You let out a sigh of relief as Sanji runs his hand through your hair while sitting next to you on the bed "I'm glad your feeling better but your still not 100% so please stay in bed" The cook begs but you don't protest instead you nod and take his hand with your free one "Keep taking the meds i gave you and keep warm, I'll check on you tomorrow" Chopper smiles patting your shoulder before jumping off the bed, Zoro gets up and lets the doctor out of the room thanking him on the way "You boys did great, i've never gotten better this quick" You laugh a little as Sanji makes you lay back down and covers you over "It's the least i can do for getting you sick" The swordsman walks over running his hand up and down your arm "It's ok, i'm not mad hun, you more than made up for it" Giving the two a smile they can't help but smile back, it was hard taking care of your sick snakes but it was worth it.

[hornyhornyhimbos]

Hi.

I have this idea (based on something personal haha), could you write it down?

The other day, a guy I slept with told me that my way of doing it was very relaxing. That I gave him the pleasure of a massage and, after all, he fell asleep on me.

He told me that he loved it but that it is the first time that a girl caused him that effect of so much peace and relaxation.

So, could you do a fic where I give Steve a blowjob and this happens? He grabs my hair and guides me, moans softly at the end, he tells me this and then falls asleep on my breasts?

Thank you

it's very clearly not friday yet here i am anyway <333

pov: lazy sundays with steve are just what the doctor ordered ♡

18+ duh, oral m!receiving, afab!reader, d/s dynamics sorta, nicknames (pretty girl, princess; sir), dry humping (reader rides the couch), cum swallowing, explicit language, 1K words, not beta read, color coded speaker tags!!

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sundays with steve were the opposite of eventful. they usually consisted of lazing around on the sofa, reruns playing on the television, and rarely but occasionally getting up for snacks. it was the one day of the week he was guaranteed to be at home, and he usually took full advantage of it.

steve normally spent every moment on sunday decompressing, finding any way he could to relieve himself of the stress due to his nine to five.

this sunday, however, had been a little bit different.

you both found yourself splayed across the couch, steve's hands held tight to your waist and your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. your limbs had koala'ed around him, one leg tossed over his middle while your arms were wrapped around the expanse of his shoulders. his lips would litter random kisses along your forehead, while yours would occasionally leave little pecks near his pulse point. it felt like an average sunday, to begin with anyway. that was, until you felt a familiar something poking your leg through his sweatpants.

a sly but sleepy smirk settled on your lips as you looked up at him. "stevie?" you called, one hand moving to play with the string of his hoodie.

"hmm?" he answered, that familiar tone of discomfort clear in his voice.

"are you sure you want to watch cartoons today?" you asked as your leg moved ever so slightly, and you felt the tiniest rut of his hips as he discreetly chased the pressure.

he managed a, "mhm," trying not to squirm at the teasing in your tone.

"really? because i think," you removed your leg all the way, your hand darting from the string you'd been twirling down to the bulge in his pants, "you have other things on your mind."

a moan hitched in his throat as your hand worked its magic, so to speak. "i'm g-good, i promise."

you met his gaze with soft eyes. "i can do something about that if you'd like."

as if saying 'fuck it,' he rolled his eyes, guiding your hand along the bulge. "shit, that'd be nice."

you let out an almost too-excited squeal before moving to the end of the couch, sitting down on the arm of it and tugging at the waistband of his joggers.

his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as your palm slipped inside his pants, wrapping your fingers around his hardening length. "fuck," he sighed, forcing himself to continue, "what are you g-gonna do, pretty girl? ride- fuck- ride me?"

you shook your head. "personally, i'm fine. you on the other hand," you paused, pulling him out of his boxers, "you look like you could use the help." he was fully hard by this point, his tip leaky and red.

"shit, princess, that would be amazing," he nearly mumbled. "been s-so stressed lately. n-need you to fix it."

you hummed, your mouth finally meeting his cock like he'd been waiting for. your tongue swirled around the end, his taste already addicting. "i think i know of a way to fix that, sir."

moans tumbled from his lips as you worked your mouth down the length of his cock, your tongue working in just the way he needed it. his hands reached for your hair, guiding you along until you reached the hilt, your nose resting against the curly hair on his belly. "oh fuck, princess," he said, his words rushed as he tugged at the strands of hair like a vise.

you hummed around him, eliciting a groan from him. your fingers drew agonizing shapes across the breadth of his thighs, slowly moving to cup his heavy balls. you released his dick with a small pop, meeting steve with a tiny pout. "am i doing good, sir?"

unbeknownst to you, he wanted to kiss that pout right off your lips, slide his tongue in your mouth until he showed you just how good of a job you were doing. "doing so fucking good, pretty girl. shit, you're gonna make me cum."

you giggled, placing a gentle kiss on his leaky tip. "that's the point, sir."

you left kitten licks along the length of his cock before taking him back between your lips. he twitched inside your mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily at the feeling.

your pussy slid along the length of the sofa's arm, surely making a mess of the furniture. you palmed at his tight balls, coaxing out a string of profanities from your boyfriend.

"princess," he hissed, yanking hard on your hair until you reached the hilt again. you nearly choked around him at the force. "i'm close, pretty girl, so fucking close."

you chased down your own pleasure, guiding your hips along the arm of the couch, your thin shorts and panties doing little to separate you from the linen that covered the sofa. moans escaped your mouth, the vibration bringing steve to his climax. "shit, take it all," he managed to say, his seed shooting down your throat in hot spurts. "take it all like a good. fucking. girl."

your own orgasm came soon enough, finally releasing him from your mouth just in time to fill the air with profanities. "fuck, sir," you whined, working yourself through your high, your clit throbbing against the arm of the couch.

"so pretty, baby," he sighed. his grip released from around your hair as he fell limp across the cushions. "so pretty when you cum for me."

steve gave you a moment to breathe, to calm your breathing and slow the canting of your hips. his foot poked at your bare thigh, meeting you with a, "you still there? you fuck yourself unconscious, princess?"

a tired giggle fell from your lips as you got up from the couch, falling flush beside steve as he shoved himself back in his joggers. you spread tiny kisses along his jaw, short hairs poking your lips due to the beginning stages of his beard.

his fingers met your hair again, this time gentle and caressing. "i don't know how you do it, pretty girl," he said, placing his head on your breasts and breathing in your familiar scent. "you make me feel like i've had a day at the damn spa when you do that."

your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "that's because i've had a really good teacher, stevie."

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