#oooh i like his hair down a lil TOO much!

[jazzzzzzhands]

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HELLO IM GIVING YOU ONE HERE YOU GO AND TAKE THIS TOO JUST FOR YOU

I am a simple man whom loves groovy so so much. Have some gift art~

YOU!! Firstly your WORDS you are having him say!! Poetic! Perfect!! Absolutely VIBING!!! Secondly, I am staring VERY RESPECTFULLY You draw him so so CUTELY THANK YOUUU!!! <333 (Holding this forever) You are so bold for that chest line and gave me courage for my own self indulgence... You've unlocked!! Hair-Down Mode!!

He loves Pet names.. Sunshine, My Dear, Sugar, Little Flower .... UwUr<33333

[hoshigray]

Can i request toji doing this to reader 👉👈

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: YEEEEEESSSS!!! I mean–ahem–yes, you may request this delicious prompt ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (presses and swiping) - Daddy kink - missionary position - praises - unprotected sex (no release on Toji's part, tho) - pet names (baby, mama, sweet thing, sweetie) - voice kink - Toji being a teaseing bastard, lawl - implied prior masturbation.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Haaah…Toji—Mmmm!“

“Shhh, I’m right here, sweetie…Did’ya sleep well?”

It’s not unusual for you to be asleep when Toji returns home from work, especially when he’s been away for more than three nights. 

But, fuck, when he returns home, all he can think about is having your soft frame in his starved grasp.

You lay so peacefully on his bed, your man watching the rise and fall of your figure and listening to your snore while he quietly enters the room. Once he drops his stuff down, he’ll crawl up to be atop you, emerald eyes scanning every feature of your beautiful face he wants to kiss so badly. 

And the truth is that you’re just as touch starved as he is, left here to await his return while he’s doing God-knows-what (you’re unaware of his assassin gig) and worrying about his absence. But when you awake to the smooth sensation of your lips being pressed on, you don’t scream or holler; far from that. Instead, you kiss back and open your sleepy eyes to see the grown man above you. 

“To…ji?” Your voice is strained with exhaustion yet curious. 

The dark-haired man shushes you with his lips onto yours, moaning with you while his hands spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between. “Missed ya, mama,” his gruff voice so low that your stomach immediately flips at the erotical tone. 

“I missed you, too,” you admit in between smooches, and you melt when he cups your cheeks to keep your face with his. “Missed you so…Hmmm…”

More kisses have you relax, his scarred mouth trailing down to suck on the skin of your neck to listen to more of your sweet gasps. “Yeah? My baby missed me?” You chew your lips as he whispers in your ear, and your hips instinctively move at the motion of his hand, palming the groin of your shorts. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout me while I was gone? ‘Cuz I sure was.” 

“Yesss,” your answer slurred by the lick and kiss to your helix. “Yes, I ha—Aaah!”

His hand sneaks inside the hem of your shorts, not surprised to meet your bare cunt with his fingers. Your wetness instantly coats the rough pads of his fingertips as he nestles between your labia. “Thinkin’ ‘bout me so much that y’re all wet like this?” You can practically hear the grin uplifting the scar on his lips. “Hmm? Ya miss Daddy so much that you touch y’rself while I’m gone, huh?”

Your eyes are sewn shut at the sensation of your folds being fingered, and your lips ajar once Toji inserts his middle finger. Wiggling the digit around, scratching your walls with the blunt of his fingertips, it has you wail softly. “Yessss, missed you—Oooh! S..So much, Daddy…”

“Heh, dirty lil’ thing,” Toji’s finger goes faster, and the raven-haired man enjoying your shrieks gets a little louder, and your breath halts at his ring finger teasing your entrance. “Tell Daddy how much ya missed me.”

You arch your back at the insert of the other digit; your fatigue vanishes with every graze of the two fingers. “Haaah…Miss how you kiss me—Ahh!” He toys with your clit with the brush of his thumb. “H-How good you–Mmnn!–make me feel…” He kisses your forehead; the gentleness contrasting with the salacious squelches from your shorts causes a haze.

“Yeah? Ya like when I make ya feel good?” His fingers go faster, and the presses on your clitoris go frequently. “Just like?”

“Mmnoooh,” Toji kisses you again, this time more passionately with tongue exploring your mouth; you twitch around his digits as they curl and rub. “I…Love it!”

Toji chuckles. “That’s what I wanna hear, sweet thing,” and he removes his hand from your shorts to lick your fluids clean. “‘Cuz I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ you feel good on my way here.”

He discards your bottoms to the bedroom floor seconds before he unzips his pants and brings them down with his boxer briefs. Toji has his dick free for you to marvel at, the nether limb not yet fully erected, yet the quick pulse of it has your mouth water. He slaps the tip onto your leaky chasm; the sight makes your vagina throb. So much so that you clamp tighter as he pushes the soft tip into you. “Relax fr’ me, mama,” he coaxes you through, gradually pushing every inch of him inside. “Daddy’s gotcha, ‘kay?”

You howl inaudibly, furrowed brows as the base of his cock kisses your folds. And when he grinds his pelvis down? Jesus, you grip the sheets to serve as reins; contracts around his girth are inevitable. 

“Fuck,” he curses above you. “So warm and tight like always…”

When he begins to move, it’s at a slow pace. The feeling of his dick pushing into and pulling out of you so sensually is so erotic to your senses, especially witnessing the thing burrowing inside your warmth with your own eyes. Oh, my God, you can feel it getting stiffer, making your excitement dial-up.

The member goes firmer with every stroke, and every sensation differs from the last. His shaft stands solid inch by inch, your eyes shooting up as you become fuller by the second. One pull and push has you whimper. Another push and pull, and your toes curl at the stretch of him becoming greater. Another slow push, and you're calling for him with a shaky breath as the tip of his now solid limb lightly jabs your cervix. 

And Toji adores the view under his bow, your body reacting to his erect cock scraping your insides to the point of broken cries. “How ya feelin’, baby?” His sultry voice pulls you in as he increases the speed scarcely. 

“Daahh, s-so full,” the snicker to your ear makes you clamp on him harder. “So good…Nnoohh!! Daddy, st–Ooop! D-Don’t thrust so—” 

“Hmm? What’s up?” You don’t have to open your eyelids to see that the older man above you has a mischievous look after suddenly sneaking a quick rut to your entrance. “What; don’t like it when I go like…this?” Toji’s hips go erratically, the motion making it easy to rub on your inner walls and sweet spots to the point of shrilled shrieks leaving your lips. “Or…this?” He sluggishly pulls himself back where it’s only the tip of his shaft that’s nestled inside you, only for him to snap his hips back in a rushed second. It takes a moment for you to process and let out a scream as the cockhead pokes your delicate cervix with precision. 

Your hands frantically find his shoulders to grip his shirt, “Daddyyy, please, sl–Oooh–Slow down…! If you keep goin’, I’ll cu—….Mmmm!!” Your pleas don’t stop him; they fuel him to keep pounding into you. Balls deep for him to keep probing you with hits to the narrow end again, and your legs wrap around his waist without you thinking. How could you think? Your head kept pounding along with the climb of your orgasm, trembles climbing up your spine. 

“What’re ya holdin' it fr’, huh?” All it takes is Toji to bend to your ear once more, kissing your cheek as his pelvis slams into your aching slit. “Cum, mama. Lemme know how good y’re feelin’.” 

As if on command, your climax hits you hard, like a wave crashing down on your poor form, drowning your senses with euphoria like no other. Your cunt squeezes around Toji’s girth, your nerves spiking to a sensitive high that has you winded and cold for a moment. And the man above you hisses at the flutter of your walls; his rocking cadence slows down to relish the feeling.

You wail in ecstasy; a tiny sharp gasp leaves you from the gentle kiss he places on your forehead. 

“There ya go, sweetie,” he coos with a kiss to the chin before straightening himself. You observe him remove his shirt to dump it onto the floor, and your face becomes hotter when Toji ventures down, where his face gets closer to your wet entrance. “ All wet and ready fr’ me…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[thegnomelord]

Demon simon who gets so damn angry when he finds out hunter had lover/crush

Why he so damn mad??? He can't stand him! And it bothers him so much

Then you have hunter who connect dots later and is howling from how funny situation is his *husband* is lil jelouse from his ex / celebrity crush that he kept clinging into him in almost painful grip for weeks

Oooh I love this idea! Lol jealous Simon is such a fun concept but I changed it a bit lol

CW NSFW: jealous demon ghost, groping at the end.

Imagine you, good hunter, in the search of a solution for your. . . problem. . . end up having to meet your Ex. Darek isn't a bad man, he's merely a merchant for all things dark and demented, or so he likes to say whenever the inquisitors come knocking on his door for devil worship. And Darek isn't a bad looking man either, he's got pretty light brown eyes and blonde hair down to his shoulders. He's a charmer who's fooled many a fey into giving their hearts with just his looks and honeyed words.

How you got together is a story echoed by many hunters; He needed some monster parts. You needed some weapons. The sex was just a nice way to soothe over any hiccups in your business relationship and give you both a way to release stress. There was never any feelings, no strings tying you together, just mindless bliss and mind-blowing sex.

Ghost hates him.

If you didn't need Darek, Ghost would already be using his skull as a cup. It wouldn't even take much to take him to the depths bellow, the man reeks of so much sin that the only question on the event of his death would be: which circle would want him the least?

Even when he's invisible, you can still feel Ghost glare at you with the intensity of the nine hells from the moment Darek leans in to brush his lips against yours. It doesn't lessen even a degree when you push Darek away, your mind too wrapped up with thoughts and the possibility of being killed like a common cultist to even think about dealing with Darek's fuck boy behavior.

"Since when did you become such a bore like the other hunters?" Darek huffs, but he's not too hung up about your rejection. The man has a revolving door of lovers, most of them definitely prettier and softer than you.

"Got a slight problem." You say as you take off your glove. An inch of space around your ring finger is burned, the flesh scarred over and blackened so it looks like a wedding ring.

You have to admit, as far as devil worshippers go, Ghost's particular cult was dumb as shit. Why they thought that burning a ring on your finger would somehow make this 'marriage' more satanic is beyond you.

Darek takes your hand, thumb brushing against the scarred flesh. Ghost has never wanted to murder some human more. "Ah, the joys of matrimony." Darek grins, "Don't tell me you already want to leave the poor bride?"

"Groom." You say quickly, tone flat, and you're unsure why you feel the need to correct him when you're talking about a demon. "And yes. I need a way to dissolve this union before some other hunter takes my head."

"Tisk tish, and here I thought you would be more considerate for others." Darek chuckles, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and nibbling on your knuckle, a lustful look in his eyes. He does that on purpose, both of you are able to smell the sharp scent of brimstone as Ghost looms behind you, invisible but not unnoticed.

Darek lets go of your hand, starting to go over some old books that he has. They're little help in the grand scheme of things, but you're not in a position to be a chooser, so you agree to buy them.

"Now then, how will you pay?" Darek asks, resting his head in his hand. "You know, it's been so long since we both saw each other. I would be willing to give you a discount if you gave me an hour of your time." He purrs.

You consider it for a moment. It would be nice to let off some steam, especially as you haven't exactly had time to relieve yourself with Ghost always by your side.

And all Ghost can think is: the fucking audacity. He doesn't care if you and Darek have history you are his human, his 'bride', his to touch.

You feel Ghost growl. The 'ring' on your finger vibrates, heat flaring up your entire arm and it feels like a lightning jin is stuck inside your chest. It feels nice- no, it must just be the binding making you think that you're wanted just because a demon is throwing a hissy fit.

"Maybe next time." You still say despite yourself, paying in cash and leaving with Darek telling you to call him if you get bored of the married life.

No sooner are you on the street does an unseen force pull you into a dark alley. Claws, good for rending flesh from bone and not much else, gently scrape down your front before they curl around your belt and pull you close against a body bigger and hotter than yours. Ghost's tail curls around your thigh and on instinct you clench your thighs to trap it, but the crushing force behind it is lessened by the damned curse around your finger (The fact you don't try to punch him is one you will worry about later).

You look up, expecting to snarl at the same skull faced demon you've unfortunately been married to. Only for your mouth to fall to the floor when you look at. . . a man. A handsome man, in the rugged way other hunters are handsome; Blond cropped hair, short like a soldier's and your fingers twitch to scratch his scalp. Firm and strong muscles, hard won just like yours. Five o'clock shadow that many hunters sport when you forget to shave. Dark brown eyes that look very nice when mixed with Darek's hardened feature — wait a moment. . .

He looks like Darek! More precisely a hunter version of him, the version you aways thought about whenever you two would fuck. The only way you can tell it's Ghost is by the Hell reflected in the blacks of his eyes.

"Ghost what the fuck?" Is the only thing you can come up with, your eyes the size of dinner plates.

Ghost just grunts, pushing his weight until you're stuck against the wall. "What do you see in it?" He demands.

"What?" You ask, pressing your hands to his chest and trying to push him away, but your strength evaporates and all your wayward hands do is slide along his muscular abdomen.

His tail moves despite the tensing of your thighs, pressing against your groin. Mild panic builds in your brain as the spines along his tail are sharp enough to tear flesh, but all that violent potential is dampened by the marriage. Instead of tearing your balls off, those spines flatten down, creating a strange sensation against your groin that, unfortunately, has your cock chubbing up.

"What. Do. You. See. In. It?" Ghost repeats himself, each word hissed through semi-human teeth, fangs bared at you.

"Fuck Ghost!" You growl, and the best you can do is grope him in retaliation. Some part of you wants to blame the binding for your passiveness, another knows that the binding would not stop you if you didn't want this.

"Why debase yourself with that mortal?" He asks, his tone changing. He may be a demon of wrath, but he's no stranger to lust. His clawed fingers slide down, not even needing the binding to curb his strength as he cups your groin gently but firmly. "What do you get from it that you can't get from m- from someone else?"

Neither of you mention his slip up, you especially as the firm sensation against your clothed cock has you panting like a dog.

"Wh- what? Je-jealous ar-hm! you?" You manage to say, biting your lip to keep yourself from making a sound a hunter should Not make. (A hunter also shouldn't be groped by a demon but here you are.)

Ghost laughs, sharp and dark. "Absolutely not." His tail curls more around your leg, the size of it making you unconsciously spread them so you're not crushing it. "I am Not jealous of a meager mortal." He growls, his hand continuing to gently grope you, the other hand fiddling with your belt. . .

[evansbby]

BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.

And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.

This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????

Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣

I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔

And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.

I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”

And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.

And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞

[inferencesarchives]

Hello!! Can I request dan heng on his first date ? Thanks ☺️

Something New

dan heng x gn!reader

summary: to say dan heng was happy to be going out with you would be an understatement. he was practically ecstatic that you actually accepted and reciprocated his feelings for you. however, he had never actually been on a date before, nor did he know much about romance. so, how will dan heng overcome his anxieties and survive his first date?

warnings: possibly ooc(?), dan heng's a lil bit anxious but it's nothing too intense, physical touch (hand holding), mention of food/drinks (ur at a café date)

"Hey! C'mon, hold still already!"

"I've 'held still' for 15 minutes, March. Can you move on from my hair already?" Dan Heng, clearly annoyed, reached to push March 7th's hand away. "Hmph, of course not! I have no idea how you of all people managed to charm someone, but if you want to keep them around, looking good on the first date will definitely help! Now let me just fix this little bit here!" March said matter-of-factly, putting all her focus on making sure another strand of his hair was in the perfect spot. Dan Heng rolled his eyes and said, "You know, if you keep focusing on my hair the entire time, you're going to make me late." "Oh, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I guess your hair looks pretty alright," March stepped back a bit to see if his hair truly was up to standard.

"Alright, Mr. 'Oooh, look at me, i just wanna show up looking half-decent to my first date ever oooooh', your suit's next. And be prepared to sit there eeeeeven longer so that I can make sure that your outfit looks absolutely 100% perfect, alright?" March poked him incessantly and gave him a disappointed look. Dan Heng sighed, but didn't argue.

-

As Dan Heng sat at a table, waiting for you, he couldn't help but feel nervous. First off, he was worried you wouldn't show up (despite the fact that he himself had gotten there 15 minutes early). He was also afraid that you would find him boring, like many others do. Oh, and he was also anxious about-

"Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting," you gave him a small smile as you waved. "Oh, uhm, it's quite alright. I'm just glad you're here," he said sheepishly. Just seeing you made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. Unfortunately for him, though, his worries remained rooted in the corners of his mind all throughout the evening.

Truly, he loved listening to you speak, but was he responding to you enough? What if you thought that he wasn't actually paying attention to what you were saying? What if-

"Uhh, hey, Dan Heng? Are you okay? You can leave early if you're feeling sick, I don't mind!" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Ah, sorry. I just.. um... well.." he stuttered and looked down at his drink. "Well? Really, if there's anything wrong, you can tell me. I won't judge," you reached over the table and gently held his hand, the sudden contact making him flustered.

"A- Are you sure it's alri-" "Yes, it's alright, Dan Heng. I don't want you to be unhappy. If there's anything you need, I want to help you with it," you interrupted. Startled, he looked back at you. He was silent, for a few moments, but eventually admitted his worries to you.

"I guess I just.. Well, I guess I was worried you wouldn't actually like me if you got to know me, if that makes sense? I- I don't know, I just.." he sighed and sunk back into his chair. After saying it all out loud, it all sounded silly if he was being honest.

"Oh, that's it?" You giggled a bit before continuing, "It's alright! Honestly, it's completely normal to be anxious about a date! Don't worry though, I love you just the way you are, so don't change yourself just to because you want others to approve of you, okay?" You squeezed his hand and gave him a gentle smile.

At that moment, Dan Heng felt his heart swell, and he smiled more than he had ever smiled before.

At that moment, Dan Heng knew you were perfect.

a/n: hehe attractive men being awkward on first dates go brrr aaaaaa i hope this turned out ok hehe i loved writing this (also personal hc that march will most definitely be a smug little shit when u and dan heng are in a relationship just like giving him advice or helping him get ready for dates but teasing him every time hehehehehe)

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[cambion-companion]

Omg pls more aemond fic. Im all about hopeless pining aemond who gets a little shy around y/n, because it's the first time someone isn't afraid of him ughhhhhhh

Oooh yes, and I'm always going to be about Y/N being a lil baddie too! I guess this one turned out a little more angsty, but hey you said pining so....! haha

Aemond x Martell!Reader

You first crossed paths with Aemond in the sparring courtyard of King's Landing.

At first you only got a glimpse of the back of him as he warmed up for training, long white hair falling like a sheet down his back.

You gathered together around him and Sir Criston as they began exchanging blows and parries, dancing around the other with deft movements.

Aemond wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and you wondered silently to yourself what might have caused such an injury. You could see the vertical scar beginning above his browbone, and a twinge of something akin to pity stirred in your chest.

The onlookers winced and gasped as Sir Criston and the prince swung their weapons, barely missing, you had heard Aemond preferred to spar with live weapons instead of the regular blunted or wooden swords.

Before too long, Criston called for a break, panting and clapping Aemond on the shoulder. "Let's have a volunteer of who spars with you next, my prince."

"Am I proving too much for you, Cole?" Aemond's voice was haughty as he turned to accept another shield from a servant. Criston only panted a laugh and waved to a young man to join them. The boy, suddenly pale, shook his head vehemently and began studying his feet with intensity. Sir Criston and Aemond both laughed. "Is there really none among you brave enough to spar with the prince?"

"I will!" You stepped forward and all eyes turned to appraise you with skeptical interest. "You're a woman." Was all Aemond said. "Well spotted, my prince." You quipped back. The corners of his mouth twitched. "From where do you hail?" He asked, eye narrowing. You held you head high, "Dorne, from House Martell."

"Well then, by all means, choose your weapon." Aemond's eye had taken on an eerie coldness as he scanned your features. You knew no love was lost between your two houses, and you were eager to prove to him why the words of your house are "Unbowed, unbent, unbroken". You decisively picked up two short swords from the weapons rack and returned to face Aemond, twirling your wrists and swinging your shoulders to gain a better range of movement.

Sir Criston, who seemed as though he were on the verge of protesting, looked from you to Aemond, took note of how tense the two of you were, blew out his cheeks and shrugged. He joined the ring of onlookers, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Aemond crouched low in an offensive stance, and you instinctively mirrored his movements. "I'll try very hard not to hurt you." His violet eye was focused with an iron intensity on your every move.

"I wouldn't sweat it." Was your reply and you were prepared when he flew at you, sword raised for an overhead attack. You ducked and weaved around the blow, letting it glance briefly against your right-hand sword with a ring of metal on metal.

The sparring match was challenging for you, much to your chagrin, the differences in your fighting styles evident. However, it did give you an edge and you pressed the advantage until, at last, the point of your sword was at Aemond's throat. He had disarmed one of your swords which now lay uselessly in the mud. You grinned triumphantly at him, he smiled lazily back at you and flicked his eye pointedly downward. Following his gaze, you looked down and saw his own sword, tip inches from your abdomen. With a growl of annoyance, you swept your sword and knocked it away.

Aemond's smile didn't fade. "That was well fought, Lady Martell. Perhaps we will settle who really won at a later date." His hostility had eased significantly, and you noticed his shoulders relax as he addressed you.

You gave him a microscopic inclination of your head, which only seemed to amuse Aemond further, and turned to leave. Many gazes followed your progress up the stairs to the Red Keep, but it was Aemond's you felt burning a hole in your back.

In the weeks that followed, you would often find yourself back out in the sparring field. More than a few times it would be Aemond with whom you trained. The two of you becoming unlikely friends, you would needle him on occasion, but he never seemed to mind. With time, the bitter remarks you made turned into fond teasing and Aemond would give it right back to you. Every other lady seemed rather petrified of the prince, and it was clear he saw you as a breath of fresh air. One he couldn't get enough of.

Many times, you would feel his violet gaze on you. Whenever you looked over at him, Aemond quickly averted his gaze taking sudden interest in anything else nearby that wasn't you. This new development perplexed you, as it was so out of character for the brazen prince.

Aemond became more formal around you as well, you two would still train together and find each other in the library to be reading companions, but a rift had opened up in your friendship and you did not know why.

You also began to withdraw from Aemond, seeking him out once a week instead of once a day, yet you still could feel him watching you when you were not looking.

That is when the offer to stay on in King's Landing as Helaena's lady in waiting came. Once, months ago, you would have said "yes" just for an excuse to stay at Aemond's side. Now, however, you wished for the warm sun and soft sand of home more than anything.

On the day of your departure, you had not seen Aemond for several days in a row, which despite your weakening bond, had not happened before.

You were in the very same courtyard where the two of you first met, making final preparations to the carriage and luggage.

"Y/N." A soft voice from behind made you turn. Aemond was close behind you, closer than he had been in weeks. He looked...rather distraught, and your brow furrowed in unbidden worry. "Aemond, are you alright?"

He smiled ruefully, "I cannot answer that honestly, Y/N. I came to say goodbye."

Your throat had constricted, not allowing for speech, so the two of you merely stood and gazed at each other a moment. Aemond reached out, his fingers inches from your face, as if he wanted to run them down your cheek. He seemed to think better of it and instead gave you a shallow bow, you moved to enter the carriage. "Goodbye, my prince. Visit Dorne if you can." You knew it was an empty invitation, that he could not take it even if he wished to. Aemond obviously cared for you, but something held him back and with a bitter taste in your mouth you knew exactly what it was.

[harri-etvane]

Ask game: Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing… Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

WIP Weather Ask Game: Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP? Tornado - Who is your most impulsive character and why? Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

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Hello, love ❤️

Fic summary:

This is.. mostly hypothetical but it's an idea I've had loitering around my brain for ages - I've probably mentioned it at some point before.

Something where, Vova looks at Maks and wonders; you swore you'd never harm me, that you'd give your life for mine - but what if? What if that isn't the case - what if you would hurt me, if you would betray me; what then? (ofc he never would; but just, Vova having those thoughts, even if they are entirely unfounded).

I'll probably never write it because it would need a lot of actual plot points and I suck at those - unless it was just a little angst ridden, post-nightmare sort of thing. It's a thought anyway.

Something sweet:

He returns from his trek a half an hour later with a steaming mug of tea and a plate of warm poppy seed rolls that the canteen worker had pressed upon him after realising the tea was for the President. Knocking briefly on the door, he shoulders it open after a few seconds. Thankfully, Vova is fully dressed this time, resplendent in a grey sweatshirt and soft dark trousers, slowly towel-drying his hair  as though it’s a monumental effort. He startles slightly as the door opens, blinking owlishly behind his round glasses and sympathy curls quietly in Maksym’s chest as he sets down the mug of tea on the side - the softness, the gentleness of Vova that no-one has yet managed to rip from him; it’s here, always, just out of sight.

“Here.”

Maks leans over and takes the now damp towel away from him, Vova’s hair stood at all angles as Maks gives him a gentle push toward the bed. He sinks down onto it, a leaden  weight, burrowing into the blankets, his shoulders slumped. Maks pushes the mug of tea at him, nudges the plate of buns a little closer. There’s something so woundingly soft about him here, curled into the blankets on his tiny bed, hands clutching at the steaming mug of tea, his eyes threatening to slide shut.

He can’t understand why anyone would ever want to hurt Vova.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he rubs a hand at the back of his neck.

Sun - This is a lil vague and not actually an excerpt, but it's been nice to explore the dynamic between Olena and Andriy, and Olena and Maks in the Laurel Grows rewrite. I'm trying to give everyone space to breathe in this version; rather than rattling through it in 6k words like I did last time.

Tornado - Maks? maybe? He can very much be a lil bit tough-love, 'I know you're the President but I can be stubborn too'

Wildfire - oooh. Olena, I think? The few times I've written her - her emotions have been a little closer to the surface than say, Vova or Maks.

Thanks for asking darling ❤️❤️

[cyberpxnk]

Oooh, would you be down to write Mommy!Seonghwa?

thank you mommy | park seonghwa (1/2)

part two

♡ pairing: mommy!seonghwa x f!sub reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 2 ♡ word count: 1.1k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: pwp, smut ♡ synopsis: mommy seonghwa comes home feeling a little grumpy. he thinks he needs a little bit of r&r from his favorite girl. ♡ warnings/tags: mommy!seonghwa, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, pet names, praise, dirty talk, oral (f! giving), hair pulling, choking, crying ♡ author's note: never tried mommy kink, but here goes nothing! i hope you like it! it's just a lil somethin small ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

You already knew that today would be different from your usual nights when it's very late in the evening that Seonghwa returns home from work. His absence left you lonesome and needy. Impatiently you had waited for him in hopes of a promising night. When the hours continued to fly by, you had instead opted for Netflix on the couch while wearing one of Seonghwa's baggy pajama shirts and your favorite pair of underwear. It's not long before you lose yourself in your favorite show, nearly dozing off into your popcorn. He's back much later than usual and it's only when you hear the door slamming shut that you realize it's well past midnight. The noise startles you from your position on the couch, back straightening when you clamber onto your feet to face the man. "Mommy, I misse-" you stop in your tracks as you take in his disheveled appearance. The raven locks of his normally perfect hair are out of place, strands astray here and there. His shoulders are heavy with the weight of his stressful work day and the eyebags he sports seem to deepen as he steps further within your shared home. Seonghwa's eyes land on your pajama clad form and he seems to soften momentarily before he beckons you closer to him. "Come here, my darling. Mommy missed you too." The man drops his bag and steps toward you, his arms open as he motions to you. You're eager to meet his hug, arms slipping around his lithe frame as you bury your face into his chest. He kisses the top of your head and smiles into your hair. "Missed you... Mommy had a bad day?" He tenderly strokes the back of your head, holding you close to him as he hums in thought. You feel his grip around your body tighten, his frame tensing against you. It takes him several seconds to reply, his voice dropping an octave as he trails his fingers down your spine. You shiver. "That's right. I had a very bad day but my Princess will be good and help Mommy feel better, right?" "Yes, mommy," you murmur softly. Even though you were feeling needy from the absence of his company throughout the day, you knew better than to be selfish at that moment. Lifting your head to meet his stare, you see his eyes are dark with desire and he's already beginning to undo the buckle of his belt before his trousers pool at his ankles, falling alongside the accessory. "On your knees, darling." Not wishing to displease him, you drop your knees obediently and finally look up, mouth going dry as he looms over you darkly. His cock is half hard and his palm is wrapped around it, stroking the entirety of his length slowly as he presses the tip to your mouth. "My princess has such pretty lips." He pauses briefly before he's easing his cock past your parted lips, groaning as he glides along the flat of your tongue to fit deeper into your throat.

"S-So good for me... Look so pretty with mommy's cock in your mouth." Seonghwa's breathing is already erratic as his fingers curl between the locks of your hair.

You let out a gurgle against his erection when he grows harder within your mouth, cock stretching within the wetness. He strokes your cheek once before he grasps your tresses again and presses the rest of himself further past your lips until your nose is to his pelvis. The feeling of his cockhead hitting the back of your mouth makes you gag, but you want to be good girl for him as you try to relax your throat around his girth. "Such a good girl... Mommy is gonna fuck your throat now, okay?" You moan in confirmation against his length and place your hands on his thighs, holding onto his legs as he starts to pump himself within you. Breathing heavily through your nose, you feel the tears pricking your eyes as you blearily look up to his adoring face. There is a mixture of fondness and arousal in his gaze as he meets your eyes, panting while he begins to fuck himself harder into your mouth. "My princess is doing so well for me. You're making mommy feel so good." The praises that fall from his mouth shoots straight to your core and you're squeezing your thighs together as a slickness begins to soak through your panties.

A choked noise comes from you once you're bobbing yourself in motion with him, your drool and saliva coating his cock as it disappears past your lips with every jerk of his hips. Seonghwa has began to fist your hair at this point, snapping himself a bit harder when he starts to feel his climax quickly approaching. His eyes have fallen shut, head thrown back in ecstasy as he pounds himself against the back of your throat. There is bruising pain from the force of his movements, but you endure it as the sight of his pleasure ridden expression spurs you on. The watering tears that line your eyes are falling free now, trailing down your cheeks as your mouth is being fucked roughly. You're just barely keeping up with his actions, but the sight of his fucked out expression has you wanting to chase his orgasm faster and faster. As he finally begins to crescendo, his pace falters until he's pulling his entire length from your mouth and slamming himself back into you with a particularly hard thrust. "Mommy's gonna come, princess... Take mommy's cum like a good... g-girl!" You gag against him but he grips your head and holds you flush to his pelvis. With your nails digging into his thighs, he lets out a loud moan as he begins to tremble, shooting his hot load into your mouth. You feel your tongue heavy with his release when ropes of his cum paint the inside of your throat. Only until you swallow what you can does he drop his hold from you. The air fills your lungs again and you're coughing softly as you try to get your bearings. The cum that you couldn't swallow has dribbled past your lips, running down your chin.

No sooner is Seonghwa is gently cupping your face and he's carefully wiping away the fluids before he's stroking your hair affectionately. The last of your tears are blinked away and you're looking back up to him, eyes watery and glimmering with the anticipation of his approval. "Did I do good, Mommy?" He hums and holds your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your tear streaked face. "You did such a good job, my darling. Mommy will reward you now for being such a good girl, hm?" "Thank you, mommy..."

[cummin-n-cryin]

May I request poly vil and idia with a gender neutral reader, with maybe either body disphoria, or just in general feeling not good enough?

It can be sfw or not, whichever you feel more up to!

~Thank you for your request!

You're Good Enough

Vil + Idia x gn!reader (polyamory)

Tw: lil bit of angst

Wordcount: 900

Side Note: oooh been a while since I've gotten an angsty request! I'm leaning more towards just in general not feeling good enough as body dysphoria can get a bit complicated. Being in a poly relationship with Vil and Idia is an interesting combination! Sry if the beginning seems a bit rushed but I hope this is okay!

Idia is the first to find you. Stumbling upon your hunched over form sitting on a bench in the courtyard. He grew worried seeing your downcast expression. So, awkwardly shuffling back and forth, he invites you to come to his bedroom to play video games with him. Maybe playing for a bit will help distract your mind from whatever is bothering you?

You agree to his offer and take his hand as you both walk to the Ignihyde dorm together. Once you reach his bedroom, he offers you snacks as he sets up everything.

Ortho eventually walks in. He's excited to see you here. Though, when Idia whispers to Ortho about how you seem to be feeling down, Ortho makes it his mission to try and at least make you laugh a little bit.

Trying his best to cheer you up, he tells you of cool or funny things that he saw the other students doing. He also tries showing you videos of animals doing silly things. People like to watch cute animals when they're feeling sad, right?

However, Ortho doesn't stay too long, as much as he'd like to hang out with you and his older brother, he has a whole dorm to patrol! So with a quick goodbye, Ortho leaves to go back on his walk.

You and Idia go back to playing games, though he can't help but be curious as to what made you feel upset. So, he asks. Albeit he's very awkward about it, looking off to the side. For a minute you're quiet, before telling him that you just don't feel like you're good enough.

Idia doesn't respond immediately, instead he pulls you into a hug. He takes a moment before whispering, "You're way more than good enough, you're amazing. I should be the one feeling like I'm not good enough." He lets out a small, almost sad laugh as he pulls away from you.

He then continues, "Seriously though, you really are amazing and I couldn't have wished for a better person to be my love interest. I'm sure Vil would agree with me too." He then quickly looks away, "Sorry if that was weird or something. I'm pretty bad at these kinds of things..." He rubs the back of his neck as he clears his throat.

The moment is then interrupted by Ortho bursting through the door. Idia lets out a high pitched scream before trying to cover it up with a cough. It seems Ortho is not alone however, as none other than Vil walks inside the bedroom just behind Ortho.

"I've been looking for you." Vil says, giving you a pointed look. "I texted you multiple times and yet I've received no answer. What's going on?" Vil places his hands on his hips as he looks down at both you and Idia.

"I was playing games with Idia. I must have gotten distracted." You awkwardly laugh. Idia then speaks after you, "They were feeling down so I invited them to come game with me for a bit."

Vil sighs, "Y/n, can you walk with me?" You nod. As you get up you give Idia a kiss on the cheek. Idia quickly looks away with a blush, his hair tinted pink to match. Vil smirks at the sight. You then proceed to follow Vil out of the bedroom, waving goodbye to Idia and Ortho as you do so.

As you two leave the Ignihyde dorm, Vil is quiet for a while. It isn't until you've fully left the dorm that he speaks, "I hope you don't mind me asking but, what had upset you?" Vil quickly adds, "Don't feel pressured to tell me if you don't want to. You shouldn't feel forced to answer."

You look at the ground for a moment, taking a breath you then tell Vil that you just feel like you're not good enough.

Vil's expression turns stern, "Did someone do something to make you feel like this? If someone has then I'll be sure to talk to them." You quickly shake your head, "No, it's just personal stuff I guess..." You mumble as you kick at the ground a bit.

Vil reaches over and lightly grasps your chin, moving your head to look at him. "Y/n. You are good enough and you will always be good enough. And as long as we're together, I'll make sure to remind you of that. It also seems you need to be taught how to respect yourself more. I won't stand here and let you treat yourself so terribly. Both you and I know you deserve more than that."

Vil releases your face and puts his hand on his hip. "But, that can wait. For now, let's get you back to your dorm. It's getting late." Grasping your hand within his, he walks you back to your room.

Arriving at your bedroom, Vil waits at the door as you walk inside. "Goodnight Y/n, we can discuss this more tomorrow. If you'd like to, of course."

However, before Vil leaves he then says, "Oh, do try to not tell Rook of this, unless you want him to sing you poems of your beauty outside your window at the dead of night. I warn you because I won't be there to help you." Vil gives a small laugh and with a final goodnight, closes the door.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄. (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗎, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺, 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽!𝗀𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

“baby!!" you shouted out to your redheaded boyfriend who was in his home office. he hummed in acknowledgment. "we should go out."

"what do you mean my love, we just went out to the movies yesterday." his eyes never leaving the paperwork that laid across the desk. you sucked your teeth from the lack of attention and pouted.

"baby I just wanna spend time with you." you walked towards him, slumping your arms around his shoulders, breath fanning his neck triggering him to shudder. "I know sweetheart but I have so much work to do."

"fine." you walked away with your arms crossed leaving his little office. he sighed ruffling his hair getting back to work.

・❥・

"yea hinata so tell me why this fucking carrot top head ass nigga gon say some oh 'we just went to the movie the other day and I got so much work to do?’” you finger quoted, ranting to hinata on facetime.

"like on konoha, nigga, you ain't no damn alexander hamilton on some 'I have so much work to do.' oooh his ginger headed ass get on my nerves." hinata bursts out laughing.

"yo like deadass naruto starting to get me tight too. he always hanging around that bum ass nigga sasuke even though sasuke ass do him wrong li-ter-ral-ly all the time." you shake your head at the mention of the boy with brother issues scratch that family issues. "-and he always talm bout some 'I got demons in me but you help me get through it', but never be here with me. like how the fuck does that make sense?"

sighing you scratched your head then a lightbulb went off. "yo I just wanna have sex, like angrily… angry sex. imma need to make this nigga mad though, but how?" "that thought was so random y/n." laughter poured from her mouth as it slowly died down. "be on ft with one of his boys and flirt with them in front of him ooohhh.. maybe I should do that."

you ‘oohed’ as you thought it through. "but who would I talk to? you know this nigga lowkey don’t got friends." hinata chuckled shrugged. "I heard that he 'just' got on good terms with lee so try him, you might wanna text him and tell him it's a prank and you not responsible for the consequences tho."

"yooo that's smart lowkey but he fall for people to easy. I would say you could facetime sasuke since that's basically naruto's lil boyfriend but no one want his busted ass but that sakura hoe."

"lol you mean for that but who should I talk to?" she questioned. "talk to that nigga kiba, he and naruto got some weird beef going on plus he kinda cute and he got that cute ass dog 'maru."

"girl you right. ight i'm finna put this plan into motion i'll let you know how it goes tomorrow." she put up the peace sign and you did the same as she hung up. you started texting lee.

・❥・

the plan was set now all you had to do was wait. y'all's place wasn't that small but you could hear whenever gaara came out of his office, which meant that he could also hear you and it was currently almost 10pm. you were dressed in emerald green lingerie and a sheer green robe that had fluff at the ends.

you facetime’d lee getting into character while the phone rung. when he picked up his jaw dropped. he was bout to catch feelings. "damn y/n. you looking fine as always beautiful." you laughed putting your hand over your mouth a little bit. "stoopp i'm shy."

"girl you don't have anything to be shy about." he was kinda gassing your head up, you rolled your hand in a spiral motion, hinting at him to start acting more. "you know why I picked this color bae?" you inwardly gagged at calling him the word.

he bit his lip slowly letting his bottom lip fall from in between his teeth. "why babygirl?" you seen him leaned back in his chair his hand fiddling with the string on his basketball shorts.

you hear gaara's footsteps arriving at the stairs. "because I know it's your favorite color." he smiled through the screen feeling himself, green was his favorite color. "you right bae now give me a spin." you comply the robe lying on the slope of your shoulders. "dammnn, you sooo fine babygirl."  you laughed hearing gaara next to the door, "what would you do to me if you was here?"

biting your lip you bent in front of the camera a little. the door was ajar so gaara could see that you was on facetime but he didn't know with who.

you stood up a bit twisting your hip so that lee had a sneak of the back which coincidentally allowed gaara to get a sneak on the camera. "wanna know what I'd do to you if I was there-" his voice got cut off by a deeper one. "not a fuck thing." you fake startled. "baby it's not even-" "shut up y/n." your lips zipped shut and from the corner of your eye you could see lee pale.

"so I guess that beating a couple years back fucked up some brain cells, huh, lee? tell me right now if you wanna die bout this girl right here." he pointed towards you. "cuz you’re definitely not the first body I dropped and you know that, so wassup?"

"and you, y/n, don't be on no shit now. ask yourself if you ready to have his blood on ya conscience. you know I don't care about no shit like that. matter of fact i'll make you kill him." gaara breathed heavily, trying to keep his cool. you were frozen, you knew that it was gonna be intense, just not this intense. "y/n take this dude off your screen right now." you rushed to grab your phone and hung up on lee.

gaara held his hand out for your phone which you give as he sits on y'all's shared bed, manspreading. "so you just on facetime with another dude in the lingerie I brought? in our home at that?" you put your hands behind your back fiddling with your fingers, shifting back and forth as you faced the ground, like a child getting scolded you didn’t know what to say.

"I thought I was speaking so look at me when I talk to you." you obeyed, staring him in the eyes, the only thing you spotted was sadistic anger. he slid down his joggers showing his pretty pink tip, that was half hard, little beads of precum dripping down.

the lust dripped from in between your legs as he instructed you. "get on your knees for me sweetheart." the compassion in his voice was anything but, even still you followed his order. he caressed your cheek patting it softly. "so i'll give you a chance to explain yourself. why were you on the phone with lee?"

thinking of a quick response you replied. "cause I wanted some attention." gaara looked you in your eyes and it took everything in him not to slam your face on his dick.

"cuz you wanted some attention…” he slowly mocked. “alright princess i'll give you enough attention to last the week." your pussy throbbed at that. he took ahold of his shaft and jerked it a little before slapping it against your cheek. you giggled as he let you wrap your mouth around him, groaning aloud. 'damn it has been awhile.' his hand raised into your hair, your tongue swirled around his tip, your lips plush against the length of his cock the two toned skin looking so juicy as you slid up and down, saliva covering them.

he push back on your forehead a bit to get you to look at him. "damn princess~ c-can I hurt you a bit... just a little, please princess~" your lips popped off of his tip as you pumped his cock, licking them as you stared up into his eyes, low lidded and lust filled. "please do baby." your head was pushed back onto his dick as both of his hands took to the sides of your face, slamming you down on his hard-on your throat instantly getting stuffed taking you by surprise making you gag.

he thrusted up feeling your throat wrapping around him, squeezing tight. "f-fuck princess you must love sucking my dick huh~? look at allat drool on your chin." his thrusting continued as you began to feel him pulse in your throat.

"ugghh f-fuck sweetheart i'm finna cum." gaara let out a needy moan. "hah.... ah... ahh.... fuuucck. take all that cum princess~ mmmmh." he moaned as he stilled his cock twitched, warm liquid filled your throat causing you to choked slightly as you try to swallow with gaara still in your mouth. he pulled out of your mouth, saliva connecting from his cock to your chin before going a little limp, you laid your tongue against his heavy shaft, jerking it til you came off with a 'pop'. his sea green eyes looked down at you as you spoke. "I was just cleaning you off baby."

his eyes rolled back as a groan escaped his lips. "lay on your back on the bed." you stood on wobbly knees, the robe falling from your frame and climbed into the bed, watching as he crawled over you, his shadow blocking the led lights from your face. he nuzzled his face in your neck making you shudder from the breath he let out. kissing down your neck, between the valley of you breast pulling the bra underneath them, your brown buds perking up at the cool air and your stomach biting the chub a little til he arrived at in front of your clothed pussy.

while maintaining eye contact he removed your panties from your bottom half, your slick smeared around your pussy and the inner thighs, the thick brown flesh having a shine to it. gaara let out a low groan as he lifted and spread your legs. your brown pussy lips parting, opening it to reveal your warm, pink, and wet insides.

his arms folded around your abdomen as he drug you closer to him, flattening his tongue he licked between your folds, hot tongue moving upwards to your clit clamping down around it sucking harshly, making you jump before he let go. your hands gripped onto his ginger tresses motioning for him to continue as you grind your hips into his face, he pulls back, licking your juices from his lips, glaring coldly. he unraveled his arms from around your tummy, taking hold of your hands firmly pressing them onto the bed.

he took slow teasing licks around your clit making you whine. "fuucck gaara baby~ pleease fuck mee." your needy tone made his blood pump faster as he crawled over you again, this time placing his hand around your neck squeezing tightly. "you're such a slut aren’t you? huh? ‘must really love my dick?" he tsked before speaking again. "or you tryna fuck with lee now?" he squeezed tighter enough to the point where you felt the pressure start to constrict your airway, eyes rolling in pleasure as one of your hands softly held his wrist.

biting your lip, your hazy lust-filled eyes connect with his. "gaara~ imma slut just for you… ‘only want your dick~" his smirk widened as a sadistic giggle left his lips, he leaned forward giving you a sloppy kiss, his tongue licking your lips before he pulled away, thumb hooked into your mouth to keep it open as he spit in it, watching you swallow and stick your tongue out to show the pink muscle bare of his saliva.

he removed his hand from your throat to grip your jaw, fingers indenting in your cheeks making your lips smush together and tears filling your waterline, giving you another sloppy kiss before pulling back and shaking your face. “right answer sweetheart~ let's give you reward." he slid into you giving you little time to adjust, still upset from the stunt you pulled earlier, all 7.5 inches enter in your tight wet cunt, making you gasp at the intrusion as he moan over you, feeling his warm breath on your already heated body.

you clenched accidentally having gaara groan into your ear. "fuucckk~ don't do that." his hand let go of your face, forearm laid beside your head as his other hand gripped at your hip, his head laid on the bed, moan reaching your ear making you throb at the angelic sound, the weight of his cock not helping your situation causing you to tighten abruptly. "I can't help it baby~ f-fuck you're soo big." feeling your eyes water, you blinked away the tears as one of your hands ran through gaara's hair, and the other digging into his low waist, keeping him inside flush against you.

"d-damn sweetheart, your cunt’s fucking tight. ahhh.... fuucck." he pulled out gaining momentum, his thrusts speeding up, the squelching of your pussy getting louder as your legs wrapped around him. "’pussy so wet baby, you hear how fucking wet you are? mmmm shhit." heat rose from your cheeks as you listened to the mess your pussy was making, turning your face to the side as you gripped his hairs on the back of his neck. "gaaarraa." you whined as he kissed your neck feeling his smirk on your skin.

"don't be embarrassed now." he pulled away making you face him, the hand that was on your hip tilting your head to face him. he removed your arms from around him, taking both your hands shifting you upwards, to the headboard, telling you to hold onto it. he threw one of your legs over his shoulder kissing above your ankle glancing at the anklet with his name, his hand trails up your body running over your breast squeezing them, then over your stomach pressing down hard enough to feel himself through the chub.

"you feel that baby? that's my dick right here- ‘m right here ffuuck." you clenched on him again the feeling of his meaty cock in your tight walls, sandwiching your pussy with his heavy hand. he resumed his exploration of your body before arriving at your clit, his thumb slowly stroking the tiny wet bundles of nerves as he picked up the place, ramming into you faster.

you tried to close your legs as you felt closer to your release hands leaning the headboard in attempt to pushing at his pelvis. he ignored your pleasure struggle putting your other leg on his other shoulder, and continuing to fuck you as you spasmed letting out moans.

gaara could barely move from how tightly you clenched around him, nevertheless he continued to thrust in you. "ahhh....fuucck.... w-wait baby I just came." he grinned, lidded eyes seemingly glowing as his tongue ran over his top lip. "I know." your moans continued to rise. "s-shit baby i'm too sensitive." you dug your nails into his pale biceps sure to leave behind red marks. gaara moaned at the sight, gripping the backs of your knees, spreading your legs up and apart as he watches as the fat of your breast bounces and you cream on him, a thick white ring around the base of his cock. "hhaahh cum with me princess." he stilled inside of you as you shuddered underneath him letting him go from your bruising embrace, a pool of warmth painting the inside of your cunt.

he pulled out of you, cum trailing right behind as he slapped the tip of his dick against your clit making you jolt as he let out a smug giggle. "stay right there for a minute princess." he leaned over picking your phone up off the opposite side of the bed, going on snapchat, taking a picture and saving it.

he started a video with his cum still flowing out of you, placing his thumb on your puffy sensitive clit making you whine. "who's pussy is this princess?" his cocky tone apparent as he slapped your cunt. "’s yours gaaraa~ it's all yours." "damn right."

he ended the video, saving it to memories, throwing your phone back on the bed, kissed you on your forehead and helped you up, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom and started up the tub while you peed.

you leaned into gaara as your shower cap rested against his chest. "it was a prank baby, 'm sorry." he scoffed. "lesson learned, didn't we?" you nodded, tired from the dick he just put down on you. "can't believe you called up a dude who wore a green leotard all throughout middle school." he tsked.

・❥・

gaara was out shopping so you rang up your best friend. "hinata girlll lemme tell you what had happened-" she shushed you. "girl we gotta talk later cuz look." she sat up from what looked like her bed and shifted the camera to the left to see naruto knocked the fuck out without a shirt.

"pussy put his ass to sleep now he callin' you nyquil. okayy hinata." she held her finger to her lip as you quieted down til she shifted her camera to the right. kiba was knocked out laying on his back shirtless and an arm resting over his face. the biggest gasp came out of your mouth as you took in her appearance.

bite marks littered her neck, her hair messy, and her eyes were puffy and you could see tear marks running down her face. "girl we def gonna have to talk later cuz what the fucck?"

"yea girl ima call you back when I fully wake up, and to keep you in suspense they were like wild fuckin’ animals, anyways bye." she hung up making you scoff. 'damn get it then i guess.'

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[neuvistar]

i think cuddling with jing yuan feels like heaven fr, he’s WARM he’s SOFT his FLUFFY he would hug you tight against his chest and wrap his legs around you to keep you close, ofc he purrs and murmurs in sleeps bc he always dreams about you. i bet he smells so good too, like sun and sweet. he loves being the big spoon and brush you, lion rizz

oooh.. but cuddling with bladie???

he holds you for dear life, like if you fr are going to die or leave him alone. he’s rather cold since he died a lot lmao but he smells like fresh flowers and mint. he always puts his head on your chest to listen your heartbeat, melting into you. he often has nightmares thanks to queen jingliu but your cuddles melts them away <3

this is canon bc my wives are cuddling with me right now (i’m delusional and i need therapy)

- 🇦🇷 anon

cuddling with jing yuan is like cuddling with a big huge fluffy bear, he’s so soft n sometimes you fall asleep almost immediately in his arms </3 it’s also a sense of warmth and comfort you get from JUST being in his arms, like.. you feel so safe just by being there ykwim! he does such a good job making u all comfortable n all that, i like 2 believe that jing yuan is a rlly rlly good hugger/cuddle person 🫶🫶

AND YEAH MHM he definitely smells good, run your fingers through his hair while you nuzzle against his neck n he’ll get all giggly! i bet jing yuan is a lil big on affection also, he just loves scooping you up in his arms from time 2 time

cuddling with blade could be a hassle SOMETIMES sometimes.. cuz this guy has such an iron grip, no DEATH GRIP on you that you acc have to tell him to loosen up a bit but it’s fine you don’t mind it anyways! i have this feeling that even though blade isn’t usually big on pda or physical touch in general, he really does show he appreciates you through touch like yk it always feels and SEEMS so loving, idk if that makes sense but there’s sumn abt his touch that gives u the idea like “oh yeah, he definitely loves me” even tho he doesn’t voice it much, IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT MHM MHM

comforting blade after his nightmares is also one of the key factors (if u guys were sleeping beforehand) n he finds a lot of comfort in u soooo expect him 2 calm down a bit more quicker than he usually does

[channiebelly]

hello so i have a request please, if you’d be willing to write so joshua gets homesick and misses american food, and the member of your choice sees this and so starts cooking american foods for him all the time causing him to gain weight from the sudden influx of greasy and fattening foods 😌 ok thank you!! welcome to our lil community!

oooh this is such a good one!!! can't believe i just wrote over 2k words in one sitting. i hope you like it :D

warning: stuffing, weight gain kink.

ship: joshua/chan

word count: 2.1k

Joshua has been sad lately; it's been very obvious.

He's been staying inside a lot more, and he just has a dejected air around him, not the overall cheerful vibe he's usually known for.

"Joshua, is everything okay?" Chan asks after visiting his apartment one day. Joshua is dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie and his hair doesn't look like it's been brushed in days.

"I'm fine," he says.

"No, you're not," Chan replied. "You're always there for me, so let me be there for you for once. Please tell me what's wrong." Chan takes Joshua's hand in his and pats it, trying to be comforting.

"I miss America. I miss my friends and my mom and speaking English and the food."

"Oh, Josh," Chan says and he pulls Joshua in for a hug. Joshua goes lax against him and hugs him back tightly. Chan can feel how sad he is just from that. "Let's hang out tonight."

-

The next day, Chan hatches a plan. He can't bring Joshua's friends or family to Seoul, and his English is terrible, but he can do something about the food.

Chan isn't a great cook, but he's okay. He spends all day watching videos on how to create the perfect American burger and then he takes himself off to the supermarket.

"Back again?" Joshua says when he opens the front door of his apartment. He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday and his hair is even messier.

"I'm going to make you dinner," Chan says, lifting up the shopping bag he's carrying.

"You don't have to do that," Joshua says. "I can cook for myself."

"I want to," Chan says. "Just relax."

Joshua smiles and lets him in.

Cooking goes a lot better than Chan expected. The videos he watched were very helpful and he manages to make an amazing burger, if he does say so himself. It's very large, because he knows that American portions are massive and he uses tons of sauce. He pairs it with a similarly large glass of pepsi (with a straw for the restaurant effect). He wanted to add fries too but he doesn't own a deep fryer so they would never taste authentic.

He puts it on the dining table and calls Joshua over.

"Wow, Chan, this looks amazing," Joshua says, looking genuinely awed.

"I know it's big, so don't worry if you don't finish it," Chan says.

"It's perfect," Joshua sits down. "Are you going to have any?"

"Ah, I have dance practice tomorrow so I can't eat anything too heavy. I brought a salad over."

"Fair enough," Joshua says and then he starts eating.

They keep up a steady conversation through dinner and soon Joshua has finished the burger and the drink.

"Wow, hyung. I didn't know you could eat that much!"

"It's my American training." Then, to Chan's surprise, Joshua leans back in his chair and starts rubbing his belly. His hoodie is oversized, so it is only now that Chan can see full Joshua's belly is. It's distended and has formed a small dome, replacing Joshua's usually flat stomach. Joshua groans as he does so.

"I brought dessert too, but we don't have to eat it if you're full." Chan had initially brought the icecream and toppings for Joshua to eat another night, but suddenly he's curious about how much Joshua can pack into his stomach.

"Maybe in a little bit, I need to digest this first." Joshua groans as he gets to his feet. "I forgot what it's like to feel this full. Why don't we watch some TV in the meantime."

They sit on the couch and Chan cuddles into Joshua's side.

An hour or so later, Chan thinks that Joshua has forgotten all about the dessert, but he hasn't.

"Is that dessert still on the table?" he asks.

"Definitely. Let me go get you a bowl," Chan says.

"Thank you Channie."

Chan goes into the kitchen and finds a big bowl. He'd found a picture of an American ice cream sundae online and he was determined to recreate it. He adds three big scoops of ice cream, covers it in a thick layer of chocolate sauce and then adds crushed nuts and sprinkles before topping it off with a cherry.

When he takes it out to Joshua, his eyes widen.

"Wow, Chan. That looks incredible. Thank you."

He takes it out of Chan's hands and immediately startes to eat it.

It's gone before Chan can blink. Wow. It was massive, Chan was not expecting that.

Joshua leans backwards on the couch and starts rubbing his belly again. Chan stares. He kind of wants to touch, but he doesn't want to cross a line.

At the end of the episode, Chan gets up to go home.

"Thank you so much, this was so nice of you. I feel a lot better now," Joshua says. Chan wants to be able to respond properly, but all he can think about is how he can see Joshua's full stomach through the hoodie now. It's only small, and you wouldn't know to look for it if you hadn't seen how much Joshua had eaten, but it's definitely there, pushing the fabric of the hoodie out.

"Anytime, hyung," Chan says. And he flees.

-

It becomes a common occurance. Chan comes over two or three nights a week to cook for Joshua and then just hang out.

He tries lots of different American foods, different styles of burgers, pizzas and even pushes himself to make harder things like ribs. He buys a deep fryer at some point so that Joshua can have the proper side dish of fries with every meal. Chan knows how important side dishes are.

Chan even starts adding more elaborate desserts that he'll bake at home before going over, things like cakes and pies. He's becoming a very good chef.

Everytime, no matter how big the meal is, Joshua finishes it. It's honestly amazing. Chan has to stop himself from sitting and just staring while Joshua eats. And then Chan is treated to the sight of Joshua rubbing his full belly with no shame. Chan can see just how big Joshua's belly is able to stretch and how little it moves when Joshua pushes his fingers in to try and relieve some pressure, showing just how full he is. And Chan might be going crazy, but he thinks that Joshua's stomach is getting bigger, but it's hard to tell when Joshua always wears baggy clothes.

Joshua moves slower when he's full, and he sits down on the couch slowly, as though he's afraid of jostling his stomach too much.

One night, after Joshua somehow manages to eat a full pie, Chan offers to rub his belly for him. Joshua agrees, and then for the first time Chan has his hands on his belly.

He's surprised just by how full he is. Chan doesn't apply too much pressure, but he can tell that there's almost no give to Joshua's stomach. It's also bigger than he thought. Now that he's able to map it out with his own hands he's surprised by it's width and just how far it bulges out.

-

After a few months of doing this, Chan shows up to Joshua's house again, this time with a heavy chocolate cake he was especially proud of, as well as a plan to make barbacue wings.

Joshua is wearing the same hoodie he wore the first night Chan came over. Except this time, Chan can see Joshua's stomach pressing against it before he's even started eating. And this time it's not subtle. Anyone who saw Joshua would be able to tell he had a belly under there. How did he not notice how big Joshua was getting?

Chan feels a rush flood through his body. He did that to Joshua? He's been feeding Joshua so well that he's developed a permanent belly that anyone can see? He wonders if Joshua's noticed. He doesn't seem to embarrassed about it.

Chan goes to the kitchen and begins to unpack. Joshua usually hangs out there while Chan cooks, just chatting. He stopped asking if he could help after being refused a couple of times, and now he just accepts being pampered.

"Hold on. I'm going to go change into a t-shirt," Joshua says.

Chan is surprised. Joshua runs cold; he's almost always wearing a sweater.

When Joshua comes back wearing a white t-shirt, Chan is treated to a view of just how much Joshua's body has changed. His arms are bigger, almost filling out the tshirt, and his belly is pushing against the t-shirt so much that Chan can see exactly where his belly button is. The waistband of his sweatpants is stretched out almost as far as it can go, and the drawstring is just dangling. There's no need to tie it when Joshua's tummy is keeping them held up.

Chan doesn't notice that he's staring.

Joshua laughs awkwardly. "This?" he says, placing a hand on the underside of his belly and jiggling it slightly. "You've been feeding me well. And I've been hungrier recently, I think."

"You look good, hyung." He does look good. The weight suits him well, and he's been smiling more. Chan is happy that he can do this for him.

Joshua blushes, a response that Chan never thought he would get from him. "Thank you." Then he takes his seat and Chan goes back to cooking.

Joshua finishes all the wings and fries easily, as well as two massive glasses of pepsi. This is no longer a surprise to Chan. But this time he asks for dessert straight away, while they're still at the table.

Chan brings the cake out and Joshua fawns over it, telling Chan what a good job he did. Chan cuts him a big slice, which Joshua finishes, so Chan cuts him another one.

And then he's done. He leans back in the chair and does his usual routine of rubbing his belly, except this time, Chan can see exactly how full he is and how big his stomach is. It looks heavy and packed full, and when Joshua gives an experimental jiggle, it barely moves. The jiggling causes the tshirt to ride up a little, and Chan is treated to a flash of the smooth, taut skin of Joshua's underbelly. He even thinks he spots a stretchmark.

They move to sit on the couch, and Chan rubs Joshua's belly. He doesn't even have to ask anymore if Joshua wants it. Now, Josua just accepts it.

After a few episodes of the show they're watching, Joshua speaks up.

"Is there any more cake?" Joshua asks.

Chan is in shock. He's hands are currently on Joshua's belly, he can feel how little room he has.

"Of course," Chan says and he gets up to grab Joshua a slice.

Joshua eats it quickly and then asks for another one, and then another. By the time he's done, only a quarter of the cake is left.

Chan has never felt Joshua more full, and he's breathing shallowly.

"Sorry, that cake is just so good," he says. Chan keeps rubbing big, soothing circles into his belly, feeling the slight gurgles of his stomach.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it," Chan asks. "You can save the last piece for tomorrow."

When it's time for Chan to go home, Joshua is still groaning from fullness. Chan tells him that he can stay on the couch, but Joshua insists on walking him to the door. Chan watches as Joshua struggles to his feet, taking a couple of tries, and then as he keeps rubbing his stomach as they walk to the door.

"Good night Chan," Joshua says.

"Good night Josh." And then Chan gives Joshua's stomach a pat. "Good night Mr Belly."

"You brat," Joshua says. They're both laughing.

As Chan walks home, he wonders how big he can get Joshua. He doesn't think he's outgrown any of his clothes yet. Maybe that can be Chan's goal. His private goal, Joshua doesn't have to know.

The next morning, Joshua sends Chan a picture of him eating the cake.

Thanks for breakfast!

Oh, this will be easy.

[gekkohs]

any tcm character(s) +✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

are there any hairstyles you think the characters would suit? who is the most high maitenance when it comes to hair? or if you wanna go nasty... any thots on body hair?? (you don't have to answer these specifically im just throwing ideas around lol)

send me a thematic headcanon

oooo I love this one!! sorry it’s so long but I love this like this, my lil brain gets so excited

JOHNNY has definitely tried a short back and sides, and also would have absolutely tried (and kinda rocked) a mullet — but he’d just go back to his usual hair style because hes used to that the most and he knows how to style it without much effort. I definitely think he’d suit the mullet / rocker style though

HITCHHIKER doesn’t really do much with his hair but he’s the type that’d kinda end up suiting a top knot in a crackhead type of way, yk? he occasionally ties up his hair anyway because of it being so warm and when he’s working on making traps n his hair gets in his way and he kinda looks good, so I definitely think after awhile he’d suit it, but his hair is too much his style to change up that much

SONNY definitely would suit growing his hair out and having more of an afro, which he’s definitely done, and honestly I think he’s the character that suits the most hair styles and changing things up for sure

JULIE would suit having like a long bob type haircut, especially with her cute bangs and maybe some layers thrown in, but she’d probably end up hating it because she can’t braid it anymore or get it out her face properly so she’d probably just stick with her long hair

family side of the most high maintenance is definitely JOHNNY, he prides himself on his appearance and because of him going out to pick people up, he alwaaays makes sure he looks good. when it comes to victims, I think JULIE would be the most high maintenance, simply because of where she grew up and because she also prides herself on how good she looks, she definitely always needs to make sure her hair looks good, it’s one of her most important things I think!

oooh, okay i love talking about body hair (I know that’s sooo weird ;-;) okay so when it comes to everyone I’m just gonna bullet point them, is that too much detail? 😭

COOK : he doesn’t do ANYTHING, he’s old and tired, he doesn’t gaf anymore, and even in his youth he wouldn’t have done anything

BUBBA : okay we all know bubba, leave him alone

HITCHHIKER : I honestly don’t think hitchhiker has that much hair, he doesn’t have a load of leg hair, but he has a lot of armpit hair that stinks because my man doesn’t wash his arms properly 😭 also definitely has thick pubes but not too bushy, yk?

SISSY : she actually grooms herself pretty well surprisingly, she just doesn’t always keep on top of it, she shaves her legs and under her arms if she’s wearing something that shows her arms!! when it comes to pubes she trims and keeps it looking neat but she has pride in her bush

JOHNNY : mans kinda hairy, a little chest hair, decent bit of leg hair, but he does shave and manscape! shaves his armpits pretty often, and he doesn’t shave down there but he trims it a lot to keep it nice and neat

NANCY : she’s also old and tired, doesn’t really care to shave the hair she has left, which isn’t much, and she never really shaved much other than the lower half of her legs and occasionally her armpits

CONNIE : she’s hit and miss with it, she doesn’t mind doing it occasionally but she doesn’t go out of her way to do anything. she’ll shave her legs the most often, because she’s always wearing shorts, but her armpits and pubes are a different story. also I headcanon connie with hairy arms that she doesn’t shave because she doesn’t mind having the slightly darker hair on her forearms n she kinda likes it!

LELAND : shaves his chest, with whatever hair he manages to grow, but then he doesn’t really touch the rest of his hair — unless it gets so wild it annoys him, then he’ll trim it up but that’s it honestly

ANA : she didnt really care about it all that much but she shaves because of cheerleading, trims the bits that can’t be seen but when it comes to pubes, she kinda likes having the full bush

SONNY : let’s his hair grow, occasionally trims his pubes but not often, he likes his natural hair and thinks he looks good with it (he does). he doesn’t have loads of leg hair, but still enough, and he has a little bit of chest hair — definitely has a great happy trail too

JULIE : trims and shaves and plucks everything super often, likes how it feels afterwards and just likes how she looks like that

DANNY : trims his armpits and pubes occasionally but leaves everything else, he’s not really that bothered but he likes to keep himself “cleaned up”

[ofallthingsnasty]

Oooh ok lemme tell you my lil yandere Aizawa thoughts? Bc why not, they've been bouncing around my head for a moment?

But he doesn't even realize how far he's fallen for them until shit hits the fan? I'm thinking the darling is a barista at a 24hr coffee shop, someplace he frequents on his night patrol? It sorta started out as something normal, just a dude getting his coffee. It slowly turns into him taking his breaks there at the coffee shop, grabbing something to eat the chat more with the barista. They're just so chatty because quite frankly he's the only person that's been in at this hour and they're bored.

So it turns into a nightly ritual where they both sit in a booth snarking away at this or that because theyve both sorta got the same sense of weird humor. Aizawa doesn't even realize he's falling for them even when he's causally thinking "oh I wonder if y/n likes this sort of takeout? Maybe I could bring it tonight". He doesn't even realize subconsciously he doesn't even both going to that coffee shop on the nights they have off.

Course bad guys come in; maybe they're connected with a case Aizawa is behind, or maybe the darling is just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he comes in for his nightly (not a date) coffee and sees the place trashed and sorta just goes on a rampage. These bad guys didn't think a pro would be anywhere near the scene anytime soon so their trails pretty fresh.

And after taking down this entire gang he find his darling tied up, gaged and blindfolded in one of those heavy duty dog cages, and he's just stuck staring because there you are. He was so scared that he wouldn't be in time to save you. In fact, he didn't even call in the incident in the first place, he just reacted.

To him, you look so small, curled in on yourself as much as you can in this cage. And he just sorta reacts? Picks up the cage and gets outta there, just leaving behind a bunch of bodies for some poor idiot to find another day.

And like. When he gets you home, it's not. Immediately he takes you out, no he's got to prepare a little bit? In fact, the thought of you needing his protection had crossed his mind, but never to this extent. So it's a cobbled together "bedroom" for you. He takes his bed and anything he thinks you might like that he has on hand and shoves it in the basement that he's never used. And only then hes starting to "unlock" that cage for you. Really just putting on a show of unlocking it so you know someone's there again.

When he reaches for you, whenever you feel the touch of a hand your jerking back and forth wildly, scared out of your mind, but it's not too much a deterant as he just pulls you out before slipping of your blindfold. Oh if he hadn't been in love before he would have fallen for you again in that moment, your eyes so scared before melting into heartbreaking relief at the sight of him. Your sob and throw yourself into his chest and he just pulls you in and strokes your hair.

He hasn't even untied you, and your sobs and muffled by the fabric tied in your mouth, but your too far gone to recognize anything but a hero in front of you and he just holds you as your shaking starts to calm down. He's heart breaks when you start chanting garbled thank yous into his chest. It's not for a moment until you've calmed down enough for him to untie you fully, and your practically limp in his arms.

From there, it's so easy for him to convince you that you were being targeted; that you needed to stay with him for your own protection. Your eating up his lies with full acceptance, nodding along that of course you'd stay.

And you do, unquestionably. At first. But by the time you start to catch onto things he's had all the time he's needed to fully lockdown and stafeguard your home. You never even fully suspected something amiss until the basement door that had been unlocked your entire stay is suddenly locked. You think it's just an accident so when Aizawa comes down to sit you gently on the bed to explain things have changed a bit (for the better he says, for your protection he says) you think he's joking until your cuffed to the bed as he goes about the final renovations to your prison cell, ones too obvious to get by under your nose.

And he's just so gentle the entire time, he's planned for this. Your acting logically, like a kitten in a new home. Of course everything is scary and new. But it's fine, you'll both be happy soon. He'll make sure of it.

Oops I wrote a lot my baddddd, plus it's late AF for me so like. This is definitely smth that's a train of thought vs actually thought out ppft

Tell me what u think?

Oh… this is so soft, omg 🥺 thank you for this - I swear I got a little teary when reader hugged him 😭 This is just.. the perfect yandere. Good intentions but still incredibly possessive. I don't even know what else to add to this, but I really loved the kitten motif here 👀

How terrible that must have been for him - he nearly got his heart ripped out of his chest, nearly lost you. Can you blame for never wanting to let go of you ever again? You’ve been hurt like this once, who is to say it won’t happen again? He can barely stand your tears and begging once you catch on what he’s been doing, really, it breaks something deep within him. And he understands, knows that this shouldn’t be the solution but he can’t help himself. He really tries to make the transition to living with him easier - he’ll get you a few books of authors you enjoy, some supplies for crafts you like, small trinkets to hold onto. And he’s patient. So incredibly patient with you. Never punishes you when you slap him, bite him, try to scratch your way out of his arms (because that’s what you do with feral kittens, right? Just shower them with love until they learn to accept and enjoy it.) He misses your old self, those careless nights and late coffees and the conversations - he wants those back, desperately so, but life isn’t fair. Some day you’ll be as carefree as before but for now keeping you safe is his top priority. But I think with time, he learns to enjoy the new power dynamic as well. It feels good to protect you like that, to be able to ensure you’re completely safe. Confusing, isn’t it? On one hand he wants to go back, on the other you’re cute like this, too. Maybe he can have both. Maybe he can put you in adorable little outfits and come home to a warm meal after a hard day at work, maybe you can laugh and talk over dinner and he can he have you underneath him, absolutely wrecking you. Also, you can't tell me he wouldn't get a little... freaky with it. He's a grown man, he has pined after you for so long, he has developed some urges as well. He has a penchant for the cuter, simpler things in life and putting you in a little frilly collar in your favorite color? God, he mentally sheds a tear when he makes you put it on for the first time. It fits you, he thinks - you're feisty yet so delicate when compared to him. He really has found his perfect match and he's never letting go of you.

[luckyspade-8]

Eletric Kisses

My first Explict NSFW writing, so I'm a lil nervous. It's also about one of my versions of riddler. Friends in the discord will know. Also, this goes out to bunny, the one behind the simping here.

Just as a warning, Minors DNI, stick to the kiddie pools. Also, reader is Afab but not gendered. Where as this riddler is He/them

Candles are set, the bed is made, and the music is softly playing. just one last thing for tonight to be THE night. You.

Edison was starting to get a bit nervous, thinking their advances earlier today were too much. Despite it all being planned out.

First, it was the subtle pass by and grabing your hips with a gentle squeeze. He did apologize slightly, but the werid feeling of the halfed apology sat in his stomach. Then it was the nice shoulder rubs they gave you. You said they felt amazing but he could help but feel like it was forced.

Of course you two have made out before, but it didn't get father than both of you going topless and him covered in kiss marks and deep purple hickeys. Oooh, the kisses you give them feel like lighting on his skin, searing with love as he says. They have made the comment of you wearing a dark lipstick that would transfer easy, but he would start to get flustered when you pushed further. Truly, the cutest thing in the world to see.

So now, with the clicking sound of the door, they knew it was time to get to third base, as Body had said. What ever that means. He loosens the green silk robe to have their chest showing. "In here, dearest" they call out from the bedroom. As you walk in, you see your beloved books laid back onto the dark green sheets, with the redest face and the most bewildered eyes as they stare at your lips. The prettiest plum he had ever seen with a gorgeous simmer of lime green.

As you walk forward and immediately start to get out of your clothes, he gets up and starts to help you. They then just as quickly are shoved back onto the bed with you crawling on top, pushing their robe off. "Are you sure you want this?" You ask in a fluffy soft voice. He quickly nods. "Use your words, please professor."

As soon as you say that, they immediately melt. "Oh please, I would love nothing more right now." As you start to smother his face with kisses, they rub your hips with smooth, small circles, inching closer to your clit. With you grinding into them, they can't help moan out muffled by your glossy lips.

Finally pulling way, you look back at their face. Covered in smeared purple lipstick, sweat already beading down his head, their auburn hair sticking out randomly as his sideburns are ruffled. What a glorious person. They felt like a God right now being worshipped. Kissing down his chest, they couldn't help but giggle a bit. When you got to his stomach, you grabbed his cock and gave a gentle tug.

Gentle to you, a tidal wave to them. "Oh, God please" they whimper out. As you kissed all around his hips and thighs, you slowly pumped, with them starting to buck his hips. "Mhmm, please, please let me make you feel good" They quietly cry out.

Deciding that was enough, you prop yourself up in one scoot above him and lining yourself up after pulling out a condum

[safe sex here peeps].

"Okay, just let me know if it's too much" you say as the tip slowly enter you. To say he was long would be an understament. Not gigantic, but it seems like all the people like him seem to just be big. As you get yourself down onto him, they start to grip at your back. "Oh dear god, you feel so good. Aaaah"

Once you're fully onto their lap, he immediately grabs your hips and starts to grind into you. "Yeeesss, just like that, please. I want this, I need this" he says as you kiss their neck again, covering it in more hickeys and gloss. Every single movement feels so fast yet so slow at the same time, and every single nerve feels like they are on fire. Truly electrifying.

Feeling himself getting close, they reach down and rub your clit with tight circles. Finally feeling the tight knot snapping, you both moan out in ecstacy, him arching back. Coming down from their high, he is quick to pull out, discard the condum and get you some water from the night stand.

As you drink, they can't help but stand there nervously. "... was.. was I good?" "What? Of course! Ed, you are amazing! Plus, I'm pretty sure I saw stars." Sighing in relief, he takes their place of the bed back and cuddles into you. You give another kiss on their forehead and he absolutely beams in delight. By God, he is going to rob a bank covered in the lipstick marks, no matter what his body guards say.

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 16, alternative prompt used: Brass Knuckles and Whumptober day 22 prompt: Glass Shard

Characters: Mel, Marigold Ages: 15, 29

Mel hissed as Mari applied ointment on his injuries. A swollen cheek, cracked lips, several cuts and bruises all over, he even seemed to have sprained his ankle as well, though he wasn't certain of that, not when the only pain he can feel is from his other foot that had glass shards lodged into it earlier. It was quite an unfair fight, 5 people with some wielding weapons, a bat, brass knuckles, or whatever. Yet even with those advantages, they still lost, pathetically running with tails between their legs.

“Aight, ya got any excuse bout this?” Mari continued to tend to his wounds, one of her pals saw him and ran to get her. So here they are, in one of their hideouts closest to the area. There was a small frown on her face, he can't quite tell if she's mad at him or the people he fought.

He merely stayed silent, he didn't have to energy to explain anything to her nor does he have the energy to even talk at all. He just wanted to get to bed, to hell with his injuries, infection be damned, he didn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted to collapse somewhere and never wake up.

“Mm… Well, should've expected that silence.”

Mel groaned, rolling his eyes and looking away, anywhere to distract himself, the pain wasn't a problem to him, he had worse before, what was the problem however, was Mari herself. He can't understand her at all. A gang leader famously known to be scary and strong, caring and tending for a brat she found half-dead in an alleyway. He sometimes thinks it would've been better for him to have died then. What was the point?

Why would she even bother to look after a stranger's kid, completely unrelated to her? His parents didn't even bother to care for him the way she's doing. So what's the point?

“Hey.” Mari snapped her fingers in front of him.

Mel frowned, “What?”

Mari put a hand on her hip, looking him up and down, “Hmm… Anyone ever told ya yer easy to read?”

He huffed out a sigh, “Yeah, the people I just beat up.”

She whistled, her lips forming into a smirk, “Oooh, look at that. Ya plan on fightin' me next too, aye?”

Mel glared at her.

She merely chuckled at him, “Maybe wait when yer all healed up. Wouldn't mind a spar with a lil zombie.”

“Seriously, just say what you wanted to say. Stop with that shit.”

“Heeh… Already said all that I wanted.” She shrugged, “Ya know, that gloomy look don't suit ya. Want me to tell ya bout that time I found ya?”

Mel let out a loud groan, “Shut it then. I don't wanna hear it anymore.” He'd heard that story countless of times already, far too much to keep track of, he never understood why she liked talking about it so much.

Mari didn't seem to listen, “You were sitting all bloodied at that alley--”

“I told you to shut it.” Mel grabbed a shoe nearby, throwing it at Mari who caught it with ease and an annoyingly smug expression.

She laughed, annoying him even further. She can be so unbearable at times, yet Mel can't truly bring himself to hate it. If anything, he hated that it brought him a sense of comfort.

He clicked his tongue as he stood, though he stumbled forward, Mari was there to steady him by grabbing onto his arm.

“Here, here, I'll carry ya.” She turned, bending down to carry him on a piggyback.

“No--”

“Aish! I aint taking no as an answer from ya! Ya can't even stand well! If ya don't want a piggyback then I'll carry ya like those princesses.”

Mel grumbled as he climbed on her back, tugging at her hair in irritation when she laughed, though it didn't quite stop her from laughing even more.

“Anyway, bout time ya tell me bout those brats ya fought.”

“So what? You can get revenge for me?”

“I aint giving ya that luxury! Ya get revenge on yer own, but those idiots did step into my territory so someone oughtta teach em a lesson not to.”

Mel chuckled, “My information comes with a payment. And payment first.”

Mari grumbled, “Aight, aight! Whatever! Tell me what ya want then!”

Mel laughed, a genuine laughter for the first time in so long, yet he didn't realize it as such. All that he knew then was, it wasn't so bad living like this.