#reader has no gender

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

Tadc Caine x werewolf reader

(Also reader the reader’s gender will not be mentioned)

(Also this is probably bad)

(btw the wolf form isn't just a wolf, it's a humanoid wolf)

(When people think of wolves communicating, they most likely think of howling. But wolves have an extensive repertoire of sounds. Whines and whimpers indicate friendly interaction but can also express frustration or anxiety. Growls and snarls are threatening or defensive.)

You sat on your bed thinking about your situation, excluding the whole being trapped here thing, you've had five outbursts already, all for different reasons. Two of them were just normal transitions, one of them was because Jax tripped you over, another was because he locked you in a room, and another was because Kinger scared you when he screamed. You've almost killed Jax six times already, if you don't sort this out soon you might actually hurt someone. You're also really glad that Caine hasn't caught on yet, you'd think he would of by now since he brags about having eyeballs everywhere, watching everyone's every move. If he did find out he'd probably put you in the cellar with all the abstracted beings. Thinking about that made you a bit tense, you could feel your wolf side awakening and trying to get out. You try to keep it in but you fail, and your tail rips a hole in your pants ruining yet another pair.

"$#!%" You got censored and grabbed your tail, you tried to stroke it to calm down, and it was working until you heard knocking at your door, this very much startled you because you didn't hear anyone walk up to your door.

"(y/n), I heard profanity," you hear a voice exclaim behind the door, you knew exactly who it was. Caine.

"£$%^ &*%$ £$?<> &*^%," you cursed again and got censored again, stumbling around the room, stubbing your toe in the process, swearing some more and crashing into the wall, thus making your wolf ears pop out.

"I was just going to tell you not to swear, but now I feel like I should check up on you," he says turning the knob. This alerted you, your wolf ears twitching. The door was slightly opening until you crashed into it slamming it shut again, with your now wolf arms. This made Caine jump and his teeth clenched together and his eyes flew out the back of his head. He soon regained his posture.

"NoOOoooOOoo! ThAt's fINe!" you try to reassure, your voice changing four times in that sentence.

You really didn't want him to find out about this, it would be so embarrassing, notably since you kinda like him, and even worse, him getting rid of you...You started spiralling, this made you transform more, clawed paws busting out of your shoes and your clothes ripping a bit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" you howled in pain, transforming was painful sometimes, especially if you were stressed. Caine got a bit worried thinking you were abstracting. He grabbed the handle and tried to open the door again.

"Are you sure you're quite alright my dear?" he asked trying to push against you.

"Yes! Quite sure," you snapped back trying to get him to leave, sadly it didn't work.

"GRRRRRRrrrrrrggggrrrrrggrgr," you started to growl getting a bit agitated, you were now fully wolf.

"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this," he declared, you saw him start to use magic on the door, so you ran and hid under a cover on your bed.

"But you've given me no choice," he said before the door exploded. He floats in and the door remakes itself behind him. Caine looked around expecting to see a trashed room, with you abstracted in the middle of it, but that's not what he found, what he found instead was a normal room with you huddling under a cover on the bed.

"Oh look, you've seen I'm okay and now you can leave," you said almost losing it.

"Are you suuurre you're alright (y/n), I've heard of humans frequently lying about their feelings-" you cut him off,

"yeah, I'm...I'm fine," you said shifting slightly as you did, your tail slipped out the back of the cover. Caine noticed this and floated over to it, to inspect. He lightly touched it, you could still feel it. You yelped and snatched it back in. Caines eyes bulged as he saw the big paw quickly come and go.

"You can go now," you said desperately. He flouted round to the front,

"(y/n), what's going on here?" he asked still a bit worried, but thankful you didn't abstract. You gripped the cover.

"Nothing's going on," Caine grabbed the cover,

"Let me see," he said, worry mixed with curiosity.

"Please don't," you mumbled before he pulled up the cover. All you had on was ripped shorts, everything else was fur. You covered your eyes, ears lowering.

"Don't look at me," you curled up, as your tail wrapped around your legs.

Caine's bottom jaw dropped (like in the pilot at the start). You peaked because the silence was killing you, you saw his surprised expression. Caine gasped as he got a glance at your eye, they were a beautiful gold colour.

You then scooted to the top of the bed trying to get away and hide more.

"W-what is this?" he questioned, you looked up at him. Now both your golden eyes staring into his heterochromia blue and green eyes.

He gulped he's never been this nervous before, it felt strange to him, it felt like you were staring into his soul.

"It's monstrous is what it is!" you spat with self-hatred, this led to him being able to see your teeth, they were very sharp unlike his.

"It's..." he started

"Horrible, dreadful, horrifying? you suggested

"It's..." he tried to think of what he wanted to say.

"Upsetting, bothersome, alarming?" you listed some more things.

"Gorgeous," he added, sounding less loud than usual. This took you off guard, you felt heat rise to your face, your pupils dilated.

You hugged your knees, tears in your eyes, *sniff*

"Y-you're just saying that," you said meekly.

"I assure you I'm not my.....dear, Oh gosh, are you crying?" he was startled.

"NO No no, NO I'm not!" your voice started to change again, as you rubbed your eyes with your fluffy arm.

"Golly, I'm not the best with human emotions," he said not knowing what to do. He floated over to the bed and patted your head, this felt nice.

"Your fur is so soft" he said in a gentle tone, unlike the usual booming voice he uses. It shocked him when he saw your tail start wagging. You started to make whining noises, and with one fast action, you grasped your paws on your snout. This made you really embarrassed. Caine decided not to mention it for your sake and tried to change the subject.

"Well, I don't think you're, horrible, dreadful, horrifying, upsetting, bothersome, or alarming," he said in quick succession, a bit too quick that you almost didn't hear him. You looked up at him, into his eyes making him nervous again.

"I think, you're quite....pretty," he said looking everywhere but you.

"Really?" you asked hoping he was telling the truth.

"Why yes, you look lovely," he said now looking at you.

He fully floated down to the bed, landing on it. Your tail now in front of him, he looked at it.

"May I," he politely asked being cautious considering what happened last time. You nodded without saying anything. He delicately stroked down your tail, it shined and glimmered.

"Your fur is so pretty," he said looking up at you, shocked seeing you looking down and, ears lowered.

You were glad he couldn't see you blushing through the fluff.

"I thought you were gonna...get rid of me.

He was shocked that you thought that, especially because of this.

Before he could answer, you started crying again, and quickly grabbed him, making him yelp, and shoved him into your chest. You were bigger than him when you were in your human-ish form and now that you were in your wolf form that was a bit bigger you were definitely bigger than him. You crossed your legs and he was sitting there in between them looking up at you. Your tail wrapped around your legs, tightening the space in between them. Caine was in a sea of fur.

"You know how you look?" you said no longer crying and getting a bit more confident.

Caine shook his head eyes wide looking up at your golden orbs. You smiled showing your 42 sharp teeth.

"Adorable"

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That’s it, I hope you liked it ✨

[fliesforeyes]

oh, the thought of phone sex with spencer reid is driving me crazy.

it'd happen while he's gone on a case. not a short one, of course, he can usually last the two to three days away from you. but a week? he felt like he was going crazy without you, without your touch, your lips, your soft skin.

and no, of course he doesn't usually have dirty dreams about you. but tonight, of course, tonight had to be a night he did. he'd dreamt of fucking you, your soft thighs over his, straddling him as he sat against the headboard of your shared bed. the way your lips parted, the beautiful sounds you make, the soft sound of his skin against yours as he thrusted up into you, your grip on his shoulders. it was just enough to get him hard, to make him wake up in a cold sweat.

it was two a.m. when he awoke, the blinds to the window pulled shut. spencer was unbelievablely grateful that this night, he'd gotten a hotel room to himself. he knew you'd be asleep right now, the case only being further up the east coast and not in a seperate time-zone, but he needed to hear your voice.

"spence? what's wrong?" you asked, voice groggy when you picked up after the first few rings. spencer was already palming himself through his underwear, breath labored as he lay on his side. he'd never been this forward, and now that he has you on the phone, he doesn't even know what to say.

"i just- god i miss you," he said, voice quiet in the dark of his room. you quickly understood what he meant, the lack and breath and neediness in his voice apparent, the way he whined your name only furthering your assumption.

"yeah, spence?" you heard him mumble a small, 'mhm' in response, probably nodding despite you not being able to see it. you wished you could see it, you wished you could see how desperately his hips jutted forward, his big hand wrapped around his cock, his eyebrows furrowed as he bit back a moan of your name when he heard the teasing in your voice.

"needed to call me? need to hear my voice to cum?" you asked, already knowing his answer.

"yeah, please, please keep talking, is this okay? can i touch myself?" spencer whispered. he wanted to be sure this was okay with you. this was never something you two had even mentioned.

"mhm, yeah of course you can baby, whatever you need." your voice was still groggy and thick with sleep, but if anything it further pushed spencers fantasy of waking you and filling you up. "what should i talk about?" you asked, never having done this before.

"anything, please anything, just wanna hear you," he replied, breath heavy as he finally slipped his hand under his boxers and ran his hand along his hard cock. you heard a heavy whine through the receiver, a moan nearly escaping your lips at how pretty he sounded.

you simply rambled about the book you'd been reading, your day, your plans for the weekend. it was hard to concentrate when you could hear spencer getting himself off, the silent gasps and the moans distracting you from your words. spencer would mumble a small, "keep going," your name hushed under his breath.

you would go silent as he cums, thighs clenching together as you chewed your lip at the moan spencer let out, hushed in a way that almost turned you on even more.

"you done, spence?" you asked gently, yawning as your eyes drifted back to sleep.

"mhm, thank you," he responded. spencer kept the small note in his head that this was something you liked, for use on future cases.

[zephyrchama]

Paper cuts come when you least expect them. You thought it was pathetic that a mature human such as yourself couldn't even flip a page without slicing their skin open, but old Devildom books were made of the worst paper. Super thin, and sharp like a blade when touched at the wrong angle.

The small distraction sucked you out of the novel you were reading and back into reality. You shut the book and shook your hand, waiting for the pain to run its course. These actions did not go unnoticed.

"Let me see your hand," Satan murmured. He was suddenly looming over your armchair and gently cupping your fingers.

"It's not bad, don't worry." You were more concerned about the book's pages. Satan's collection had a lot of rare and expensive tomes. The novel in your lap looked fine, but how angry would Satan get if a drop of blood spilled onto it? He might not verbally assault you like he would others, but you feared he'd sulk about it for at least a few weeks.

Satan pulled a square cloth from his back pocket. He paused to stare at it. It looked fine. Maybe a little wrinkled, but nothing that should have made him frown. "My handkerchief is dirty."

He roughly shoved it back into the pocket and instead lifted the hem of his shirt, then lightly blotted at your wound with the still-warm fabric.

"Hey! Nooo, that's just going to make your clothes harder to clean later." You went to jerk your arm back, but Satan's gentle hold turned into an iron grip. Those abs weren't just for show. "It's gonna stain! Knock it off. I can lick it or something."

"Oh, good idea." Satan's shirt slid back down as he dropped it and knelt. He rested his elbows on the seat cushion, one on either side of your legs.

"I can do it! I can do it!" You tried to stop him, but he was already seductively dragging his tongue over your fingertip. "Don't even thi-- ahhh, Satan come on!"

There was far more blood rushing through your face than in the tiny little cut. It astounded you how Satan could pull off an embarrassing action so smoothly, without hesitation.

"Are you done yet?" You didn't know if it had been five seconds or five minutes, but you thought it was long enough.

"Mmh." He mercifully stopped, giving your palm a quick peck. "Move over."

The armchair was meant for one, but it was big and cushy. If you scooted to the side it could probably fit two. "Why?"

Satan was already climbing into the space next to you, raising you onto his legs. "I'm gonna make sure it doesn't happen again. I'll read to you."

He leaned back into the chair, pulling you along with him, and curled an arm around your waist to reach the novel. "So, which page were you on?"

[the-whispers-of-death]

Imagine you’re on a first date with John Price, maybe you guys met on a dating app or a mutual friend set you two up on a blind date, whatever the scenario is, you don’t know he’s a smoker. And the date’s going really well, he’s so polite and sweet, but he had smoked his cigar before coming to the restaurant (maybe a couple minutes before or an hour before) and the smell of the lingering smoke is triggering your asthma. You’re coughing so much and you eventually apologize, telling him that you have asthma and that smoke triggers it before you go to the bathroom to do your inhaler. And after you come back, he then also goes to the bathroom. You think, oh this is it, he’s leaving you. But he’s in the bathroom, desperately trying to wash away the smell of smoke off of him with just water.

He’s still so polite when he comes back to you and he apologizes in his gruff, gravelly voice. And he still wants to date you and vice versa, so for subsequent dates, he either smokes after the date or he smokes several hours before the date and then as an extra added precaution, he takes a thorough shower so you can’t smell the smoke on him. He makes sure to turn off the air fresheners in his house hours before and open the windows to air it out before you come over, he never lights any candles in your vicinity, and when you meet the 141 boys, he makes sure none of them are wearing any strong cologne or any cologne if you’re that sensitive. And the boys know he’s madly, deeply into you when after a very long and grueling mission where everyone comes back to base itching to go home, he refuses to go without taking a thorough shower so as to not trigger your asthma with the smell of gunpowder when he gets home.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[andthebeanstalk]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

[geombyu]

GOJO SEES YOU WEARING HIS SHIRT !

Pairing. student!gojo x student!gn!reader

Genre. fluff, friends to hinted lovers perhaps

Word count. 0.6k | Warnings. swearing, the reader is smaller than gojo (the shirt is big on them)

A/N. i see a lot of these and like 7/10 times theyre smut LMAOAO so i wanted to write a fluff ver! i also did Not think id be writing for jjk but 😭 ig we are + not rlly proofread sorry :(

Today was Gojo's day off, and what better way to start it than waking up at four pm?

He was a busy guy - despite only being in high school - he's already taken on many jobs, it was only right he could get sixteen hours of sleep.

When he arrived at your shared dorm at twelve in the morning, you were already asleep, so when he got out of his room and laid his eyes on you wearing his t-shirt, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh, hey Satoru." You spoke, sparing him a quick glance before going back to cooking. His mouth was still wide open; he couldn't respond—he tried, but he couldn't. No sound could leave him. Who knew all it took for the strongest to be left speechless was the sight of you in his shirt?

You look back at him, seeing how his jaw was still on the floor, you realize it was probably because of what you were wearing right now.

"Oh! This? Sorry," you chuckle, "none of my clothes have been washed yet—call me gross, whatever—so I decided to steal from your wardrobe. Hope you don't mind." You stuck your tongue out before placing the eggs on a plate.

You moved to put the plate on the dining table, giving him a better view of you in his shirt. It fit him so perfectly, so seeing it so big on you absolutely made his heart melt.

There was a light tint of pink on your friend's cheeks now; you were so cute he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Are you okay with just eggs? There's more stuff but I wanna save them for next time—oh, actually, you might not be here tomorrow…" You mumbled the last part, choosing to ignore how he still hasn't responded to any of your sentences.

Gojo tried to get a word out, but all he could manage was a strange, strangled noise, which you respond to with a confused hum. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't organize any of his thoughts. He was screaming over and over in his head, but there was a thought slightly bigger than the rest (the rest which consisted of AAAA's, OH MY GOD's, and WHAT THE FUCK's)—that thought was: "holy fuck you're so adorable," which was also exactly what he just blurted out.

Now it was your turn to be flustered, "I—what?"

Gojo's eyes widen before he covers his face with his hands, his face now fully red. "Ignore what I just said," his voice was muffled, but you could still hear what he said.

You never thought you'd see the Gojo Satoru blushing so deeply with his face in his hands, but here he is. You laugh, "can you repeat that?" You were teasing him, I mean, it's not every day that this happens, but any more teasing and his heart might actually blow up.

"Y/n, shut up—oh my God—I hate you!"

"I thought you said I was adorable? Or do you hate cute things?"

He yells into the palms of his hands.

Although you're being bold right now, him calling you adorable caused your brain to shut down for a good millisecond. Gojo complimented you all the time, but somehow, this felt different.

You walk to where he's standing right now, hands still covering his pretty face. You put your hand on his, and the feeling of your warm and soft hands comfort him.

He could tell you wanted to pull his hands away, and while he didn't want that, he was so weak to your touch.

He had no other option but to give in, so he did. You put his left hand away first, then the right. With his hand still in yours, you softly spoke, "if that's the case, then you must really hate yourself."

Oh, he was so in love with you.

© geombyu

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we get be neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

[fliesforeyes]

how about giving spencer reid his first blowjob

he'd be so needy and noisy ugh i need him

warnings/tags: virgin + early seasons spencer, gn reader, oral (m receiving), slight hair pulling, established relationship, praise

☆☆☆

you and spencer sat on your couch, bowl of popcorn perched on your lap as his hand scooped up a few pieces at a time. he didn't like to speak with food in his mouth, so he only chewed one or two pieces at once, lips at the ready to whisper about little details he noticed in the movie you two chose that night.

you loved watching him speak, the way the corner of his lips turned up because he knew you actually listened, his tongue licking his lips when he paused, the shape his lips made as he spoke, his perfect smile. at this point, you were watching and listening to him more than you were the movie.

movie nights between you and spencer had become a normal routine, one of you would show up to the others' apartment, bag of snacks in hand and pajamas on. you'd been dating for about 6 months at this point. you knew spencer knew the exact length of time it had been since you asked him out, since he blushed and said yes, but he didn't say it. he got nervous when it came to you, when he thought about how in the hell someone like you fell for him. spencer didn't want to do anything wrong, which is why he'd never initiated anything past kissing.

well, that and the fact that he'd never done anything past kissing.

but right now you really wanted to kiss him. and you really wanted to feel him, and he really wanted to feel you.

so once the credits rolled and he turned to look at you, your hand cupped his cheek, fingers brushing his soft hair.

"can i kiss you?" you whispered, despite watching as his eyes stared at your lips, smiling when he nodded excitedly, body turning toward yours.

his hand quickly came up to your face, fingers pressing into your soft hair as your lips landed on his. you felt his smile as he pushed further into you, hand moving to sit underneath your hair, against the warm skin of your neck. you liked when he got like this, letting his want for you show as his lips opened to let his tongue gently lick at your lip. you opened your mouth, allowing you both to deepen the kiss, tongues exploring each other. spencer turned his head further into yours, the kiss not breaking for much longer than you initially expected when you had asked.

you took a deep breath, wanting to keep going, but getting scared to make any further move on the man in front of you. but, feeling the desperation in the way he moved against you, you decided to do so. your leg swung over spencer's hips as you moved to straddle him, kiss breaking as he pulled away, slightly gasping as his eyes widened at the new position.

"is- is this okay?" you asked, sensing his slight panic, hands landing on his shoulders. his hand had left your face, now playing with his own fingers at his stomach, not touching you. spencer again nodded at your question, lips parting as he tried to put his thoughts into words. only you left him like this, his sentences jumbled beneath you.

"yes- yeah- its okay, don't worry. you- you're so pretty," he said, breathing heavy as his eyes traced down your body. they lingered on the sight of your thighs over his legs, of your hips settled on his thighs. you blushed at his words, smiling as his eyes went back up to yours.

"thank you, spence," you smiled, hands reaching back up to grab his face as you kissed him again. his cheeks burned, shaky hands landing on your hips as he let himself get lost in your lips. the fingers of your left hand moved to the back of his head, cupping his skull, gently scratching at his scalp. his hands tugged you forward and further into his body, arms wrapping around to your back as your chest pressed into his, hips fully on top of his own.

the two of you made out for god knows how long, spencers lips feeling raw and puffy by the time you pulled back, mouth trailing down his cheeks and jaw, to the soft skin of his neck. one of his hands shot to the back of your head, just resting, breath caught in his throat.

he didn't realize until right now how good your lips would feel against his throat, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, tongue kitten licking at his soft skin. it almost humiliated him, the way he had to hide the desperate noises he was urged to let out, lips pressed tightly as his other hand was clutching your waist. his face burned red when he felt your fingers curl in his hair, gently tugging his head back against the couch to give you more room, the whimper he let out was too obvious to hide. you smiled against his neck, noting that reaction to his hair being pulled. spencers fingers gripped the soft material of the sweater you wore as he let himself loose a little, mouth falling open.

his breathing was heavy and rough, whines and whimpers filling the air as your hand traveled to the collar of his shirt, pulling it down as you sucked at his collarbone. he was grateful for how caring you were, not leaving marks anywhere the team would notice.

spencer felt himself becoming more desperate, both hands falling to your hips as he tugged your body closer, urging your lips back up to his own. you kissed him, feeling his hips jut up into yours, feeling how hard he was. he quickly pulled away, eyes wide as he pushed your hips back.

"i- im so sorry- i didn't mean to- its-" he tried to speak faster than his words allowed, relaxing when you interrupted him.

"hey- hey, spence, it's okay, don't be sorry," you smiled at him, "i liked it."

"okay," he nodded, taking in your admission as he slowly pulled you closer again. "i, um, i liked it too, i like you a lot, i- god i sound like a teenager-" he laughed quietly to himself, head falling. "i love you."

you also quietly laughed at the way he talked to himself. "i love you too spence," his head raised to make eye contact with you again. "can we keep going?" you asked quietly.

spencer nodded, hands coming up to grab your face as he kissed you first this time, shuddering at the feeling of your hands tracing down his chest. your fingers met the sliver of skin that peeked between the bottom of his shirt and the waistband of his pants, gently poking underneath. you waited to see if he had any objections, of which there were none, so you flattened your palm against the hot skin of his stomach.

you felt his kisses deepen, his fingers pressing further into you hair as your own explored the soft skin of his stomach and waist. you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt, urging him to take it off, so he pulled back and let you pull the garment over his head. you looked back after setting it over the arm of your couch, watching as his cheeks flushed and he fought the urge to cover himself.

"you're beautiful, spence," you whispered, head falling to kiss his chest. you scooted your hips down his legs, almost on his knees as you pressed your lips against the expanse of his chest, one hand landing on his upper thigh. his breath quickened, gasping when he felt you tease his inner thigh. "can i touch you? please, can i make you feel good?" you looked up at him, seeing that he was already staring at you.

"yes- yes please, please i wanna feel good," he whispered, eyes widened as he watched you gently drop to your knees in front of him, hands now holding his hips. spencer whispered your name, word trailing off into a breathy whine as your hand cupped his hard cock through his pants. you watched him intently, seeing his mouth part, eyebrows furrow as you applied more pressure. honestly, you just wanted to see what he liked the most.

he reached down to help once your fingers started playing with his belt, quickly opening it up as yours tugged on the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down to give him more room. your fingers curled into the waistband of his pants and underwear, pausing as his own retracted.

"is this okay? can i take this off?" you wanted to be sure this is what he wanted, but the look in his eyes alone told you everything you needed.

"yes, please," spencer said, shoving his own insecurities away at the moment. he saw the way you reacted to him, the way you looked at him, felt the way you touched him, and he was fairly certain you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

and so, you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his underwear, watching as spencer lifted his hips to help you pull his clothes down his hips. you didn't look at his body just yet, simply sliding the fabric down and off his legs, maneuvering it off of his feet. you set his pants and underwear in a small pile beside you on the floor.

spencers heart raced- no one had ever seen him like this. he was terrified of disappointing you, his hands hovering above his pelvis, fingers toying with each other as he fought the urge to cover himself. your eyes widened as you finally looked at him. you took it the soft skin of his pelvis, the gentle folds in his stomach as he sat, the smooth expanse of his thighs, his hard, leaking cock, the curls of his trimmed pubic hair. spencer opened his mouth to apologize, worried something was wrong because of your silence, words caught in his throat as you unknowingly interrupted him.

"you're so pretty, spencer," you said, looking up to make eye contact with him.

he bit back a smile, not sure how to react, but simply settling on a mumbled, "thank you," as he looked down at his hands. his thighs shook as you slowly ran both of your hands up his legs, his hands moving to rest as his sides. his skin burned, you could feel it beneath your palms that now settled on his hip bones, thumbs tracing gentle circles into the skin.

"is it okay if i touch you now?" you asked, spencers eyes shooting to yours as he nodded, lips parting as his breathing became heavier at just the thought of your hand- or your mouth- on his cock. he stayed watching you as you broke eye contact, instead moving to look at his dick.

you brought your hand to your face, spencers eyes widening as he watched you lick from the base of your palm to the tips of your fingers. while you hadn't done this much, you knew it would feel way better if he were wet. a choked whimper left spencers throat as your non-dominant hand gently grabbed him low on his shaft, the other moving to smear his leaked precum along your fingers and palm, moisture mixing with your spit. your other hand let go as you slowly moved your wet hand down his length, eyes shifting between his dick and his face to watch his reactions.

spencer urged himself to keep his eyes open, completely absorbed by the sight of your hand wrapped around him. he continued letting out small moans and gasps as your hand held a fairly steady pace, occasionally stopping at the top as your thumb smeared more precum, teasing his sensitive tip. he looked so beautiful already, his hair messed up from your kissing, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted.

your mouth watered at the sight, so you placed your free hand on his upper thigh, your other hand stopping at the base of his cock as you leaned forward, mouthing opening as you gently licked his tip. spencer moaned at the heat of your mouth, hips bucking forward as he whined your name. you felt more confident at his reaction, moving to lick a stripe from the base of his dick to the tip, wrapping your lips around him. he moaned your name again, hand flexing as it parted from his side. you gently sucked before pulling off, looking up at his fucked out expression.

"you can touch me, spence, just don't push please," he quickly nodded at your words, hand moving to push into your hair and rest on your head. he again said "thank you," appreciating you telling him what he can do. his other hand landed on your shoulder as you took him back into his mouth.

spencer tried so hard not to dig his nails into your skin- he knew he wasn't gonna last long. you knew this too, and took a little bit of pride in the way he reacted to your movements.

"oh- oh fuck-" he stuttered as you took him a little further into your mouth. you couldn't take him all the way, so your hand grasped at what your lips didn't touch. you sucked gently as you slowly moved your head up and down, his tip brushing the roof of your mouth with each movement. spencer couldn't help the noises that left his lips- whines, moans, gasps, choked words as he stuttered your name. you pulled off of him for a second, so he looked down at you to see what was wrong.

"im sorry i can't really.. move very fast," you whispered, insecure in your movements even though they proved to be working. his eyes widened at your words, heads shaking no before he spoke.

"no, no don't be sorry, please don't be sorry, it feels so good," he assured you, hand moving to pet at your hair and cup your cheek. "trust me, you're making me feel so- so good," he said, breathless as you smiled at him. you learned in that moment that you loved his praise, and it pushed you to keep going.

you started sucking on his cock again, spencers head falling back onto the couch with his eyes screwed shut.

"it- your mouth is so warm oh my god-" he spoke, words higher pitched than normal. you felt his hips bucking into you slightly, but you liked it. you liked seeing him so desperate for you like this. you took the occasional break to lick at his slit or circle your tongue around his head, but quickly brought him back deeper in your mouth when his moans broke into whimpers, his fingers flexing in your hair. spencers thighs shook, tensing around your body, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he got closer.

"i- im gonna-" he moaned your name, "oh my god im gonna cum- please, please please please." he almost sounded like he was crying, and you pulled back as your hand moved to quickly jerk him off. his hips pushed desperately into your palm as he came, mouth open as he gasped your name and incoherent praises. he was so perfectly fucked out, his brain only filled with thoughts of you as his cum landed on your hand and his belly. you slowed your movements to a stop, letting spencer catch his breath as you watched.

"you're so perfect," he said, moving his head to look down at you. you blushed and smiled at the praise, eyes shifting from his face to the warm cum that sat on your fingers, bringing an idea into your head.

before you could think about saying anything, you brought your hand to your mouth, licking a little bit of his cum off of your finger. spencer moaned at the sight, hand again cupping your face.

"let's get you cleaned up, huh?" you asked, curiosity fulfilled after tasting a little bit of him. he nodded, eyelids heavy as he felt incredibly tired. you got up to grab a small hand towel, getting it wet with warm water before returning and wiping his cum off of his belly and now softened cock, a small whine leaving his throat at the overstimulation on his sensitive dick. you walked to your bathroom to toss the towel in a hamper and wash your hands before returning to spencer and sitting on the couch next to him.

he quickly, but tiredly, grabbed your face and pressed his lips to your own, kissing you gently. you pulled away and looked at him, brushing his messy hair out of his face.

"you were so good for me, spencer," you spoke quietly, watching as he bit back a smile, his cheeks burning red.

"thank you- that, you were really good, too," he said, kissing you again to solidify his point. "can we go to bed?" he asked quietly, shifting his body to face yours.

"of course, sweetheart," you responded, again basking in his cute, nervous reaction to the name you called him. spencer picked up his clothes from the floor, following you into your bedroom and slipping on his boxers when you got there. you pulled off your pants as he climbed under the covers, the soft skin of your thighs catching his attention before you followed him into bed.

you both murmured "i love you" to the other in the quiet of your room. the heat of spencers bare skin pulled you into sleep where you laid curled against his side, his arm holding you close. he too fell asleep, shortly after pressing a kiss to the top of your head. spencer loved this. discovering sex with you, falling asleep with you. he loved you.

[anintrovertedechoe]

no thoughts just breaking down in mammon’s arms and sitting in his lap while he rocks you back and forth and firmly rubs up and down your back while telling you he’s got you and it’s all going to be okay.

[naivegh0ul]

Ghost who learns how to love again with you.

Ghost who has you to help him pick up the broken pieces of himself.

Ghost who lets you kiss his bloody knuckles better.

Ghost who tells you the stories behind his scars.

Ghost who trusts you with his secrets.

Ghost who whispers how much he loves you when you're asleep.

Ghost who gives you his dog tags to wear.

Ghost who only lets you see Simon.

[moonit3]

A NEW HIM

➥ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, dubcon, exophilia, obsession, isolation, somnophilia (non consensual) so noncon, tentacles, fingering, reader is too naive for their own good.

➥ yandere! parasite x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: after moving to the countryside, your husband’s personality completely changed.

➥a/n: as a anon had to request me to write my original draft that was meant to be the alien, here is the parasite yandere! i enjoy writing this one as it’s my first time writing tentacles….never i thought to write it, but like they always said ‘you always have to try something new!’

➥ something is off about your boyfriend. from waking up before the sun rising, going hours without eating and wearing long sleeves shirts despite both of you living in a hot climate on the countryside. not to mention that he got more and more touchy in bed, he already was someone who couldn’t keep his hand away from you, but now it seems that he needs to have his hand over your body at anytime.

➥ and since he convinced to move to the countryside last year, there is none around to see his hand holding your thighs and waist, meaning that there is no around to interrupt when he feels like to touch you in the middle of kitchen, after all, none is there to witness it. most of times is just his hand going underneath your underwear, teasing you when you less expected and not stopping until you dirty his fingers.

➥ he used to be so timid when touching you, barely speaking during the act, but now, he looks someone entire different. from what you remember, his entire personality took a flip when the two of moved to the countryside, could it be that? since no one is around, your beloved husband began to show his true colors? probably so.

➥ working from home let him be always close to you, so close that makes he forget about personal space. he makes you sit on his lap if you aren’t busy and one of hands are always on your hips, caressing your skin and holding you back if you dare to move away from his bulge. it’s a little uncomfortable, you admit to him, but he pretends not to hear it.

➥ he makes you stay still right above his crotch, forcing you to feel how hardened he got just be having you on his lap. you are my everything, [name]. let me show how important you are to me. that what he always says when pulling your underwear by side, making you taking one, then two and finally three fingers inside to make you come to his touch. but he doesn’t stop there, not until you hit your limit, until you beg him to stop and sometimes even passing out. but it’s okay, he always take care of you afterwards, like a good husband!

➥ does it get a little tired with him touching all over your body almost daily? yes, it does. but it’s feels so nice to finally have him become so sweet and kind, he was so distant and cold towards you prior the moving. it’s almost like he is someone else! like an alien has taken over your husband’s spot, isn’t that a silly idea, right?

➥ everyday was a blessing until you got bed sick (oh no!) and husband began to take care of you. making delicious, forehead kisses and sleeping medicines to assure that you will get better soon. he knows how to take care of you, even though you began having this weird dreams recently.

➥ hands retrained by warmth things, tentacles, that holding your body against the wall and not daring to let you move away from it touch. while a male figure makes you cum over and over all night. it’s feel so real, so good and mostly, it’s feel so familiar when their hand hold your waist to accommodate something that isn’t a cock. something that make its way inside you and its way longer than a toy.

➥ it’s hit your sensitive spots and goes deeper, resulting in moans escaping your lips til you can’t talk to the figure to stop, that is too much to handle it, but they don’t care. in fact, it’s get harder when their tongue enters your lips, kissing you with lust til you are breathless.

➥ this dream or nightmare always end with your orgasm and the figure looking at you with a creepy smile on their face. saying they will meet you again soon next time soon, their hands on your face to give one last kiss before waking up back to bed.

➥ it is really a dream? it’s feel so real and the way those things hold your body back then made your skin chill…but like some people say some people imagination are more powerful than others, maybe that is the case with you. not to mention, your beloved husband would make fun of you if he heard that.

➥ he finds your naivety interesting. always with a sweet smile on the lips whatever he calls you to be more touchy, to feel pleasure and of course, to make you happy. the idea that your husband suddenly change his entire personality after moving to the countryside because he prefer to be alone with you is a silly one, don’t you know that man never loved you? that he only married you for the money, not for love? you don’t need to know when he is here. a better version of that stupid man.

➥ his love for you only grown by every second he spend by your side, holding your hand during walks or just cooking together. will you love him when he reveal his true form? the one where his body is nothing but a black liquid that barely manages to hold a physical form, he knows you will love him either way. that’s why he has taking small steps to accommodate your body to accommodate to his true form.

➥ sleepless night where he is making your body getting used to his real size, using his tentacle to put your body in the most comfortable positions and sometimes seeing how much can you hold it one of it inside your hole. the human body can hold so many things! maybe you will be able to hold many of his tentacles one day, but for now, he is just doing small experiments after putting his pheromones on your drinks to make sure you are sleeping.

@moonit3 writings

[dumplingsfordays]

that can be arranged...

jing yuan x fem!reader

genre - smut

summary - pure smut

cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), size kink, virginity loss (reader), praise, pet names (doll, baby, darling, princess, etc), begging, swearing, mutual masturbation at first, c in p, reader has female genitalia, missionary, creampie, implied relationship

note - he's so 😩. literally I would die for his man titties I can't

art credit!

and as always, thank you for reading :)

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He thought that it was so cute when you tried to bring yourself to orgasm. Your fingers plunging in and out of your pussy, covered in slick, made his mouth go dry and cock strain against the material of his slacks. He had you splayed out on the bed, surrounded by pillows to make you as comfy as possible while he sat in front of you, transfixed on your furrowed brows and swollen lips and that beautiful clit of yours.

His hand squeezed harder at the bedsheets that he was grasping when you let out a whimper at a particularly pleasurable intrusion.

"Jing Yuan, please help me," you pant. "Help me come, wanna feel you, please-"

"Just a little more, darling, can't have you take my cock unprepped," he rasps in return, moving a hand up to his bulge and starting to palm it gently, at which your eyes immediately shoot down to the dark outline of his cock. You start fingering yourself harder, faster, anything to reach that peak that you so desperately crave. He's fixated on your hand, too - seeing it move like that has his face redden further.

You start rutting your hips up now in desperation and your whines and small moans fill the bedroom as you near your orgasm. His jaw clenches and eyes half-lid - it takes all the restraint that he has to not pounce and shove his dick into your soft pussy. He does wonder how it'll feel, though, but not for too long - he'll come embarrassingly quickly if he gets any closer to your trembling form.

"Keep going, doll," he coaxes with a lazy smirk, "you're almost there. Come for me, know you can do it. Fucking come on your pretty fingers for me."

Your moans get higher and higher in pitch as he beckons you until you finally cream around your fingers, moving your hips in tandem with his palm. He groans when you reach your first climax of the night, endless praises of "good girl" and "so beautiful, darling" pouring from his mouth like a river. You flush when you pull your sticky fingers from your cunt - when Jing Yuan notices, he lets out a huff of pure desire as his eyes lock onto yours.

"You feel ready, pretty?" he asks, removing his hand from the pretty obvious bulge in his pants in favor of resting it on your bare, warm thigh.

"'M ready, Jing Yuan," you whine, "please just fuck me, please, need to feel your cock inside me."

He lets out a shaky breath at your desperate words - your eyes always look so innocent and yet you say the filthiest things. He remembers when you had a conversation about consent a few weeks back and you practiced giving it (at first you couldn't even say 'please fuck me' fully because you always stopped before the expletive), and now look at you. Glassy-eyed, lips bitten to crimson, and pleading for him to just finally put it in - his heart swells with love and lust when you look up at him like this.

"Alright, darling," he says as he gives an appreciative squeeze to your thigh. "You know what position you want me to take you in?"

"Mm, I don't," you whisper, "you can pick for me."

He nods and pushes you down gently into the pillows so that you're at a small incline and lifts your legs over his shoulders, kissing your ankles as he unbuckles his belt and frees his aching cock.

You can see that it's twitching from time to time in impatience, standing up real tall and warm. Jing Yuan, ever the tease, grinds himself against your wet cunny, coating his cock in your slick before leaning in to kiss you. He's passionate and sweet, cradling your face with one large hand as he lines his fat cock up with your pussy with the other.

"Tell me if at any point you want to stop and I will," he warns as his golden eyes meet yours. "There's no shame in it, yeah?"

You wiggle your hips against him and whimper. "Okay, but just please put it in, can't wait anymore."

He nods and leans down to kiss your neck while he bullies his hard cock into your dripping hole. You arch your back at the sensation - even his tip fills you so perfectly and as he inches the rest of it in little by little, groaning into your skin as he does so, you raise your hands to claw at his back. The stretch is unimaginably pleasurable, and even with you having come once, you're still sensitive, so taking a cock of this size is making your head spin.

"So tight, baby," he praises with gritted teeth, "doin' such a good job. Just a little more to go."

You sob as he finally bottoms out, gliding your hands across his heaving back. He's practically shivering from euphoria - his half-lidded eyes roll back and he places both of his heavy hands on your hips. Jing Yuan leans back and, finally, begins to move.

His thrusts are slow at first. He doesn't want it to be uncomfortable or painful, so he's holding back on ramming his cock into you until you say that you want more. Even as he rolls his hips into yours cautiously, Jing Yuan checks in on you - he caresses your ruddy cheek, asking if it feels good, to which you reply with eager nods and drawn-out moans. His snow-white hair tickles your skin as you breathe slowly. It makes you feel so full, you think, as your toes curl when he hits a particularly good spot. You might choke on his cock and it isn't even between your lips.

"Feels so good, Jing Yuan," you praise with a half-moan, half-sigh, "think you can go faster."

He shudders and his hands grip your hips tighter. He's so unimaginably turned on right now - there's something different, and so absolutely alluring, about it when you praise him than when he praises you.

His brows furrow and he stares deep into your eyes, trying to burn the image of your gorgeous face into his mind. Lips parted in a sigh, eyes lidded, cheeks dusted with pink - he wouldn't trade this sight for anything in the world.

"Of course, doll," he finally replies in that soothing baritone of his. "You're so fucking good for me, gotta repay you."

You feel yourself bounce as he pistons his hips harder and harder into you, the whole bed shaking and creaking under your combined weight. Jing Yuan resumes kissing your neck, this time more sloppily and uncontrollably, and one of his gruff hands reaches your breast, kneading it almost hungrily. You throw your head back with a silent scream at the sudden change of pace - this feels so foreign but so delicious, so blindingly amazing that your eyes roll back.

He's purring into your neck, muttering dirty talk and praises that has you seizing up around him.

"I'm makin' you feel s'good, yeah? That pretty pussy's clenching around me like a vice, doin' so - mmh - well... gonna fuck you dumb, sweetheart, you'll see how good it'll feel to come on a thick cock for the first time."

You whimper and shake below him. Your orgasm is so close, just so close, you can't take it anymore, the sweat and kisses and groans and his fat cock splitting you in half is enough to send you over the edge into violent, ruthless pleasure. You sense Jing Yuan twitch inside you, your walls squeezing and milking him for all he's worth as he reaches a similar, quivering climax. He nearly growls as his warm cum fills you up to the brim and with a final thrust into your wet hole, he pulls out and collapses onto the bed beside you.

"Did so well, princess," he smirks once again, turning his head to look at your fucked-out expression. His shaggy bangs are still stuck to his forehead and you brush them off with a tired giggle. You nuzzle into his neck and wrap your arms around his chest in a hug.

"Felt so good," you reply with a lazy smile, "can't wait to do this again."

Jing Yuan's eyes widen for a split second and then darken as he crawls down to kiss your glistening cunt. "That can be arranged."

[transmascaraa]

👉👈 just any scara or wanderer crumbs i love him im so desperate most of his tag is smut i just want to give him a kiss

bf!wanderer headcannons!

you give him a kiss while having dinner in public...

bf!wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: a req for tonight so you guys have something to read other than lyrics lmfaoo have fun reading<3

"stop..."

-he was definitely not the best option if you're into pda or something.

-a kiss? in private ONLY.

-the literal most he would do, and he would do it if your practically begging him for it,

-is hand-holding.

-nothing more.

-so something like kissing him in public would be really bold of you.

-so, you decided to take this on opportunity when you went out to eat dinner with him.

-a really romantic dinner, expensive, but he would pay because he said so.

-sitting down on a table in the corner, next to a window, showing the beautiful nature of sumeru.

-"i really like it here." you said, still munching on your food a bit.

-"i told you nahida has the best recommendations. and don't talk with your mouth full." he bluntly said, glancing at you as he sipped his bitter mint tea.

-"mhm... mmkay." you rolled your eyes playfully.

-after finishing your food, you decided to buy a dessert for yourself too.

-not like he minded spending his money on you, it made him happy to do so. i mean- spending money on you means you being happy, yk?

-you even forced him to just try the ice cream you bought.

-"ugh- it's- cold and sweet. ew-" he complained. nothing new.

-but there was a little bit of ice cream left on his cheek.

-nonchalantly, you kissed it and then licked your lips, as if it was an everyday thing.

-he froze. he blushed. his heart started racing. he thinks everyone is looking at you two. he thinks that everyone-

-"kuni, you okay?" you ask him, putting a hand on his now warm cheek, making him look at you with wide eyes and red cheeks.

-"don't ever do that again." he blushed even harder as he whispered this to you.

-he means "do it again."

~~~~~

this is so fucking cute

i love wanderer

he's my top 1 idc our little babygirl

@amaribelt | @mariaace <3