#reposting because i messed up the formatting

[imagin8]

Labyrinth in Studio Ghibli

[aduckmurder]

Swanatello and Frankentello meeting kind of

Swanatello by @/tangledinink

[guinevere-of-smiths]

John Somerset + Names

One thing I really like about MC's relationship with John (regardless of whether it is romantic or platonic) are the moments when the ways he addresses her seem deliberate. While he does call her by her first name before the garden party (and calls her Miss Hayes afterwards), him deliberately using her first name there after she helped him out with Earl Tully and he opened up a bit felt like a turning point in their relationship after they were so unsure what to make of each other in chapters 1 - 3, especially considering his formal (and appropriate) address of her in chapter 1. And him calling her 'my future Lady Ashbourne' (because they finally have a future together) and 'my love' (love me some terms of endearment) is just heartwarming.

...Altough I'm still of the opinion that him becoming the heir makes NO sense either from a 'that is not how inheriting titles works' or from a character/thematic perspective and I'll continue to joyfully ignore it in my own canon, but that is a rant for another day. Him being happy that she's really his partner in life now is still cute.

I just love how he goes from curious yet formal to slowly opening up and becoming fond of her to completely and utterly in love, and how it shows in those small, throwaway moments.

[blogishdaj]

Rereading Sine Die 14.x and the first part of Faysal's interlude is so beautiful and sad.

The fix would be slow, but it would mend itself.  A small change, compared to the damage that was being done.  At this stage, it was only man.  Only change, carrying the world from one state to another.  In time, there would be more to be done, and the changes would not be so easy.  He would go to war and he would die. His day had passed.  Things would change, they would find ruin, and the ruins would settle.

Also there should be more Faysal fanart in general. Like look at this.

Shape wasn’t a mandatory thing for him.  He could be all things, if he needed to be, but no one form completely fit.  He wore three at the same time.  A great white bear on his hind feet, a shaggy-haired wolf, and a man, neither young nor old, with hair and beard that had never been cut.  The white of the hair and fur were so pure as to be shining.

The man that stood in the doorway was beautiful, slight in build, white hair and beard cut short.  He wore a gently rumpled shirt and khaki pants, and his feet were bare.

Really really looking forward to reading Pale because I badly to see more of angels and the large-scale machinations of the Otherverse. Pact only barely touched on those.

Also all the early Johannes-Faysal interactions are so funny.

Before he or the angel could say another word, he raised the gun and fired. The angel stepped back. Blood welled from a hole in the abdomen. “Your weapons of war don’t work against me,” the angel said. “Okay,” Johannes said, backing up. “Angels… opposite elements are strongest. You create, bullets destroy.” “Bullets change, they affect structure, even if that is tearing down blood, muscle, and bone,” the angel said. “Right. Interesting! Learn something every day,” Johannes said. He continued to retreat, not to the door, but to the wall.

Imagine being fifteen, whispering into a mic in a broom closet, and there's an angel just standing 🧍 there with you

Johannes had retreated to a broom closet, lit only by the glow of his laptop.  The angel was only a few feet away, looming over him.

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 ♡︎

characters: AFAB!sub!jing yuan, dan heng, blade x gn!dom!reader

warnings: AFAB characters, overstimulation, headcannon+small drabble format, praise, degrading, cock/strap traditions, dacryphilia, usage of bullet vibrator, slight brat taming, nipple stimulation, fingering, oral, cervix fucking, begging, squirting, clit pinching, cock/strap warming, size kink, belly bulge, breeding, creampie, mating press, full nelson, just a personal headcannon of how i think they would act when overstimulated

notes: someone wrote “nobody writes ahegao quite like nobu does” in one of their repost tags and im fucking shitting tears😭😭

the giggler

jing yuan loves to be overstimulated. he loves the feeling of it, the adrenaline rush, the high, the feeling of finally cumming all over your fingers, tongue, strap whatever it may be and the feeling of you continuing to move, drawing out his orgasm while also driving him into an overstimulated mess

has the cutest giggles and laughs when he gets too much pleasure. he doesn’t even try to hide or won’t even try to hide it. why would he when you were making him feel so good over and over again? hell, he even wants other people to hear it, to remind them that you were his lover and only his. and how only he gets to feel the overwhelming amount of pleasure only you can bring to him and no one else

but, it comes with a catch. he needs a lot of foreplay and/or teasing and/or orgasm denial for him to finally cave in and shake his head before starting to blabber incoherent shit about how good your cock feels inside his gushing pussy, how he could feel your tip fucking his cervix, how he wanted you to fuck a baby inside him etc etc

and i mean a LOT of it

as a centuries old war hardened general, it’s safe to say that he had gotten used to some feelings and emotions. pleasure being one of them

so if you want to get him to break and to become absolutely dumb and drunk on lust and pleasure, you have to tease him a lots before getting into it. if not, he will somehow find a way to outsmart you and take the reigns. he’s a bit of a brat and a spoiled prince wrapped up into one after all

will tell you what to do and how to do it if you have failed in getting him needy in your foreplay. he will fist your hair and thrust his hips into your mouth, making you unable to breath for a moment or two with his clit right at your nose. will push you down and flip your positions so he could ride your face, all the while chuckling at your cute attempt to push him back down. a goddamn brat and he will show it to the fullest when you fail at your foreplay

did i mention he was a brat? well now i have. a fucking brat to the max and he isn’t ashamed of it. will definitely question your power in the bedroom, try to overpower you and he will. he literally swings a 7000kg glaive in one hand like its nothing and he will show it by throwing you around. gently and consensually of course, he wouldn’t want to hurt his beloved

but fully expect him to be cocky and devious. “can you say no to my pretty pussy?”, “so sleepy. oh sorry, i didn’t know your cock was inside me hehe”, “was that all?” you get the gist. will shamelessly yawn in the middle of fucking not because he is sleepy or tired, but simply because he is a brat. a goddamn brat

so, how can you get him to be needy and won’t make him go into his bratty side? simple. shove a long distance controlled vibrator inside his cunt and leave it there for the whole day for him to suffer at work. but if you’re going to do that, be sure to mute the ringtone for your phone for the day since he will call you, send you messages, pictures, videos every damn hour. the closer his hour for shift ending comes, the more frequent the buzzing of your phone will become because he will grow much more needier

when finally he’s back home and frantically pawing at your pants when barely through the doors, that’s when you know he had absolutely no intention of being a brat. how can he when his whole pants were slowly getting stained from his multiple orgasms?

when he’s gladly bending himself over, arching his back for you as he wiggles his hips, he will ask you to come inside. jing yuan is great with kids and such a huge family man, he will ask you over and over repeatedly to breed him. cum inside him, fill up his cute dripping cunt, put him in whatever position you want and make sure to breed his pretty cunt, you can finally raise your own family together!

remember the long distance controlled vibrator i mentioned? make sure to keep it on and buzzing inside his cunt at all times when he’s away at work, or else it won’t work. during meetings or report hearings, jing yuan had to leave to the bathroom a lot of times and it genuinely got his subordinates concerned for his health. the red face, the heavy breathing and sometimes, the jolts of his body or the bleeding bruised lips of his made the cloud knights worry and some even suggested for him to leave the seat of divine foresight early to look after his health. if only they knew just how their dearest general was pathetically biting on his hand to muffle his screams in the bathroom as he squirted all over himself

“[naaammeee], ‘m mmgh♡︎! aaaaangh haah mngck♡︎♡︎ i-i’m home!” jing yuan’s voice called out, weak mewls of pleasure slipping through as he collapsed onto the floor the moment the doors of your shared home was closed. desperately humping the floor, trying to push the vibrator deeper into his gushing pussy, your lover didn’t realize that you were leaning against the wall of the kitchen, watching him with a knowing smile. there was a wet patch growing in his usual red pants, growing more and more the further he humped the air in desperation. see? your tough brat was so easy to tame.

“you feeling okay, darling?” you call out, taking out the controlled from your pants pocket and messing with the switch. flipping it up, down, up to the highest level, before going to the lowest level. it was cute to see the ever so tough brat turn into a delirious mess from just a single small toy. all because he was being so stubborn about how you weren’t the boss of him. walking over to where he was kneeling on the floor, you reach your free hand out. tilting his head up, a thumb swiping away at the drool that was beginning to pool on his lower lip, you tilt your head to the side, asking the question again with a firm hold onto his chin.

“n-no…! no no no, not at aamgh♡︎♡︎ h-hhaaaggm not at all♡︎!” he shakes his head viciously, dragging out his words and tripping over them with moans and mewls falling in between. pathetically, he tugs on the hem of your pants, trying to get to his favorite treat, the one thing he’s been missing this whole day.

“n-need you… need you right now, need your—♡︎♡︎! need yo-our..! c-cock right now...♡︎!” jing yuan mutters between whimpers, finally, his shaky hands manage to pull down your pants and undergarments just enough to have your strap out. a needy whine falling as he places slobbering wet kisses on the tip, giving it a few licks as he flutters his lashes at you in an effort to manipulate you to give him what he was non-verbally asking.

knowing full well that he wouldn’t take no for an answer and that yanqing might come home soon, you drag him up to his feet — an action that was heavily protested against as jing yuan cries out after his favorite treat being taken away. once inside the comfort of your shared bedroom, by the time you have locked the door behind you, he was already naked. clothes messily strewn on the floor and on the bed, the many orgasm’s slick dripping down his puffy cunt to his ass and to the bedsheets eventually. you could see the light trembling of his pussy lips, an action caused by the vibrator fucking away inside him still.

turning the vibrator off, you take the toy out of his puffy cunt. jing yuan let out a drawn out mewl at the feeling, clenching around nothing as he tries to replace the empty feeling for something, anything. but seeing you starting to strip, he knew what he wanted. and he knew how he wanted it.

spreading his legs open further, his hand comes down, flicking at his enlarged clit with a jolt before spreading open his labia for you to take in how he was already so needily wet and dripping for you. a drunk giggle escaping him when the tip of your cock is right against his folds, wiggling his hips enticingly.

“[nnaameeee]~ you gotta fuck a baby in me this time, owhkayyy?♡︎♡︎ hehehe♥︎”

the crybaby

the cutest out of all three of them, in my personal opinion

he just gets overstimmed so easily and quickly, it’s adorable in the way that he brokenly begs for a moment of respite. legs shaking, smaller body jolting violently at the smallest of touches like your hand ghosting over his hardened nipples. don’t even get me started on the way he cutely squeals out loud when you pinch his clit augh

maybe it’s due to his nature as a vidyadhara and not a full human but every little touch is received with so much sensitivity and sensuality, it gets so easy to turn him into a blabbering mess in record time. push his smaller body against the wall and finger his gushing pussy while rolling your thumb over his clit. in no time, his legs are shaking as he bites your hand, his orgasm washing over him quickly and violently. but don’t just stop there, keep flicking at his clit, pinch it, tug on it, push a hand on the small bulge on his belly and he’ll be left sobbing by the second or third round

he’s noticeably smaller than the other two and it carries out into his size kink so well. he just wants to be pushed around and put into impossible, near painful positions and man-handled until he’s left a blabbering idiot

make him cockwarm you while asking him to read you a story or a book under the guise that you had a nightmare and can’t fall asleep without his soothing voice and soft cunny wrapped around your cock. at first he’ll huff and puff, saying that you’re a liar and just wants to fuck him. four or five pages in and his voice is already strained, whines coming out as hiccups and sniffles follow soon after

but just because he’s a crybaby doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. he knows how much you love his pretty steel grey eyes unfocused and hazy, brimming with tears and he will use that to his advantage. will make sure to play with his nipples or push down on the bulge in his tummy when cockwarming you so he could get teary eyed quicker. the moment he sniffles and grinds himself down on you, he knows you’re a goner and would give him what he wants

he may be a crybaby, but he’s also a goddamn minx so beware of that

tugs on your sleeve so cutely, looking at you with a flushed face and stuttered words to ask you if you wanna spend time with him in his room. today’s trailblazing expedition was too long and tiring after all, “surely you would enjoy some cuddles…?” or “i just wanted to help you patch up your wounds. i was just worried”

yeah sure, dan heng. just say that you wanna get fucked until you’re squealing out like a slut with fat tears running down your cute red cheeks. thank the aeons the express’ walls are thick and soundproof. if not, who knows the amount of noise complaint you would have gotten from everyone

has slight oral fixation. slightly. but that’s only because he wants to see you crumble and give into his non-verbal demands and just ruin him. he’s a bit too shy to ask directly after all

long serpentine tongue wrapping around your strap, pulling it into his mouth. will gag and choke so loudly with the tip of the fat dildo pushed right down his throat, hitting his uvula and choking his throat. he can complain about sore throats and pained jaws all he wants but you both know that he loves to suckle on your strap with tears filling his eyes

the most messiest cock sucker and that’s saying something bc blade is the one who has the biggest oral fixation out of the three of them. he’ll place wet kisses to the weeping tip of your cock, running the slitted snake like tongue over the weeping slit of your cock teasingly before wrapping it around your dick. loves the scent and the taste of your pre, basically addicted to it as he opens his mouth wider, slipping your cock inside the warm cavern of his mouth inch by inch

but be aware that he will also try to take advantage of this position. he will try to bat his lashes at you so he can continue suckling on your strap like he would be sucking on a lolipop, all under the guise to ‘make you happy’. when in reality, he would try to make you cum over and over to try and get you overstimulated. when in such position, just fist his hair and fuck his throat. gets him crying in no time like the crybaby he is

“… bamboo whispers in the w-wind, a secret pa-aaangh! aah aaah hmgk♡︎ a s-secret pa-act... ♡︎!“ the soothing voice of your lover drawls out into a weak sniffle, hands gripping the book filled with love poetry from his home planet tightly. so tight, you feared that he might just tear the book apart with his claws. you had crawled into his bed yet again to torment him today, the dildo hitting all the sensitive spots in his gushing cunt, dan heng couldn’t help but weakly whine when your hands around his waist tightens to not let him move.

“go on. i’m listening” you coo out, forcing him to stay still on your lap while his voice continue to drawl out. sniffles and broken pleads replacing his ever so stoic mask, a voice that is usually so cold and distant, always scolding other turning into one of mindless blabber about how badly he wanted your strap to fuck his pussy. you couldn’t help but laugh.

“is that what it says on the pages? i may be still learning the strokes but the next line seems to be the stroke for two” you point at the kanji on the book he was holding in his shaking hands, the strokes of the language seeming familiar to you. it was an easy kanji to read after all. yet not to your boyfriend it seems.

“please! p-please please move! i beg you, [n-naamee]♡︎ you gotta fuck meeh♡︎ you gotta fuck me you gotta fuck me— you have to fuck meeegck—♡︎♡︎!!” dan heng squeals, shaking thighs bucking down onto your dick, trying to gain some friction. it was enough, he had read you hundreds of love poetries from his home planet. he had been taking your pronged torture for long enough, please just fuck his cunt already!

“so impatient” you huff, putting the book away with a book marker tucked between the pages before hooking your hands under his knees. pulling him up and over until dan heng was left wailing at the sudden change in position. hooking your arms under his knees, his legs are left dangling in the air with nothing to support himself but for his hands to cling to your biceps. even then, he couldn’t hold for long as he jolts about in your arms like a hopping bunny, painting your dildo in his cum when the tip kissed his cervix.

“guuchk♥︎!! d-deep! aah ah naahmg haah t-too deep♡︎♡︎ [n-name] you’re f-fucckk fuck fuck—♡︎♥︎ fucking my cerviinxx my ceerrvv—♡︎♡︎ mngh unngya♥︎!” punched out sobs comes from his pretty lips, drawling out into whiny cries when you move him up and down. you could see the bulge in his tummy appear and disappear every little moment. every jolt, every gasp, every little whiny cry making the bulge in his tummy to get more detailed. he was so adorably small.

“‘m sorry, darling. i’m sorry, didn’t mean it. didn’t mean to fuck you this deep” you coo out apologies, lifting him just a bit so your strap won’t sink so deep to the point it would kiss his cervix. as much as you loved your crybaby gasping and writhing, you didn’t want the reason for such reaction to be pain.

claws scratching at every inch of skin he could touch, jaw slack open in a silent scream, you could barely make out his shrill yell of what appears to be your name when dan heng squirts over your cock after just a few thrusts. you could see the overflowing amount of cum just dripping down your cock, trailing down to your legs and staining the mattress. with a click of your tongue, you pinched his clit, making the shorter man sniffle with a squeal.

“‘m soowryyy… sorry sorry—♡︎ d-didn’t mean to be bad... s-soowwh uunhg hyaagk ungc gugcck—♥︎♥︎!!”

the hissy bitch

alright, so i know i’m going into territory that has been charted way too many times before by blade lovers standard but he def has piercings. on his nipples, tongue and on his clit. probably got the first three by losing a drunk bet or something or maybe he just wanted it but the last one, the clit one, is definitely his latest piercing. one that he got after his relationship with you began and he had made the sudden rash decision to get one so he could see your reaction and to feel you just messing with it while fucking him

there is a REASON why he always keeps his chest bandaged up. there is a goddamn reason and that reason is his nipple piercings and the fact that his chest is generally very sensitive im being delusional

so what does that bring and why have i specified it? simple. titty fucking. nipple stimulation. seeing his pretty big, round chest jiggle every time your cock sinks back into his dripping cunt. pinch it, roll it, tug on them, suckle on them, do anything to him with his nipple piercing and he’s scratching at your back, mauling it like an animal

the reason i see him as a hissy bitch is because he likes to throw small temper tantrums when he gets too overstimulated. he’s crying, begging, hitting your shoulders, back, scratching at them and leaving deep red scratch marks, perhaps even breaking the skin sometimes. how come blade get overstimulated quickly? because he is very touch deprived. he’s been alone and immortal for too damn long and his ass is fucking touch starved. i just know it in my bones

genuinely, he is indeed very touch starved. since his rebirth as an immortal, he had felt nothing but pain, anguish and suffering and therefore, has basically gotten immune to touches. especially the violent and bloody ones. but gentle, tender, affectionate ones? find him jumping away from your soft hands like a frightened cat, it’s goddamn heartbreaking. so when he finally gets his cunt fucked, blade would be overstimmed too fast due to receiving a sudden abundance of affection and touches

will shake his head ‘no’ when asked if you would wanna stop due to his tears. you were just concerned but blade didn’t wanted this onslaught of pleasure to stop. desperately rides your fingers, mouth, strap — anything. loves the feeling of being on top of you, gives him the slight feeling of being in control. until it all gets thrown out the window when you force him to stop bouncing, hands gripping his hips tightly as a warning. will whine and try to grind down, trying to chase that high again but will only end up with a pout and hissy tears falling down his cheeks

another one who loves the feeling of being stuffed full and overstimulated. it’s almost like he gets high from the feeling. loves having his pussy fucked in any way you please until he can’t stay on his hands or feet without shaking. it’s just so cute to see him shaking like a fawn when fucking him doggy style

prepare to have yourself used as a chew toy as well as a scratcher. blade’s almost like a cat, hissy and whiny but also so greedy and preferring certain things in certain manner. will bite at your shoulders, hands, fingers to muffle himself but also to try and get his shit together. will scratch at your back, thighs, wherever he could reach. such a spoiled brat

when eating him out, be sure to give an extra care and love to his clit piercing. constantly flicking it with your tongue would usually work though, gets his legs all shaky and jolty soon enough. maybe pair it with flicking his pierced nubs and bladie will be squirting into your mouth with an embarrassing high pitched shriek. make sure to clean up all of his mess before diving right back into his gushing cunny. he may not say it but he will expect you to go back to eating him out like he’s your last meal

has the BIGGEST oral fixation out of the three of them. like, down bad, delicious, scrumptious, sloppy oral fixation. and he is happy to give it 90% of the times due to his tongue piercing. knows how good it makes you feel and how you like to see his pretty face between your legs, sucking on the large dildo like his life depends on it. not a single thought or a single moment of choking from him, it’s almost like he doesn’t have a gag reflex

you just came back from mission, from being away from him even for a single day? unacceptable. let him bend over for you, you can get your stress out by fucking his already dripping wet pussy. too tired? that’s fine. take of your pants and get comfortable cuz’ he can stay between your legs for days

not a single minute of respite has greeted you ever since you came back from your latest mission, stepping foot into your shared home with your stoic lover. perhaps the single gentle kiss to your cheek before he started to leave slobbering wet kisses on your lips was the only warning and moment of rest you have gotten. not even shoes off yet and blade was already unbuckling your belt, giving you the puppy eyes and grumbling about how you’ve been away for too damn long. whining about how much he missed you and needed your strap to fuck him dumb. how his pretty pussy had missed you so much.

“n-nnghyaa♡︎♡︎ m-missed you... missed you s’ much, [name]! f-fuck me fuck me fuck me, fuck your favorite cunt gyyuck—♥︎♥︎ a-aaanh! haah ah ah mmngk—♡︎♥︎!!” unusually docile red eyes roll to the back of his skull, jaw going slack wide open as you push his legs up, feeling your strap hit him deeper than he thought was possible. he could feel your weight push him down, keeping it still on the bed and to stop him from wiggling his hips entirely. this new position caused his cat like pupils to widen, turning into heart shapes as you chuckle at the dazed look in his eyes.

“such a needy brat” you coo out in a condescending manner, pushing his legs up in the air with your hands hooked under his knees to keep him in place. pulling out until halfway out, you sink back into blade’s dripping cunt. a squeal tearing from his throat alongside the filthy wet squelch of his cunt tightening around your dildo. it was so easy to get him dumb.

“t-too nngh much! too muchtoomuchtoomuch♡︎! fucking m-my womb—♡︎ [n-name], y-youuwrr crush— crushing my wombgg aangh ah ah! gyyuck eengh aaangh nyaagh♥︎♥︎!!” the familiar feeling of his nails scratching at your arms takes place, tearing at the skin, clawing at any part of your body he can come in contact with. a desperate attempt to ground his already long gone mind, too deep into the throes of pleasure that he didn’t even realize his shaking hands were weakly pulling your hips to fuck deeper into his warm walls.

“don’t be so dramatic, bladie. i won’t be able to crush your womb in this position” you coo out mockingly, wiping away the fat globs of tears that continue to pour of his eyes. red and yellow eyes rolled to the back of his skull, wide open mouth letting out the most salacious squeals and shrieks of your name and how you were fucking his womb falling out. legs weakly dangling in the air, jolting and bristling at every deep thrust you fuck into his velvety walls. the lewd wet squelching noises were alongside your grunts and blade’s whiny sobs were the only noise in the room. you would probably get noise complaints the next morning due to blade’s loudmouthed blabbering self.

letting go of one of his legs, you shove your fingers into his mouth. almost as if it was an instinct, blade’s tongue wet your fingers. suckling on the two digits as it his life depended on it with the most cutest heart shaped pupils staring at you. once you deemed them wet enough, you take your fingers out of his mouth. an action that blade showed his hatred towards as his pierced tongue comes past his lips, trying to chase after your fingers.

“gghcck—♡︎♥︎♥︎♥︎!!” a sharp wail taking place as blade arches his back, his whole body shaking, soft big tits jiggling when you pinched at his pierced clit. rolling, tugging, flicking at the hardened nub as blade sobs about cumming before drenching your cock with his squirting. you had thought of him to be satisfied with it, but turns out you have underestimated your lover’s neediness when his strong scarred thighs comes to wrap around your waist, legs locked behind your back when you tried to pull out.

sigh… it’s times like this that makes you glad for your amount of stamina.

[lastsclc]

Wishlist SW plots (( Breha Solo )) :

Below are random wishlist things that I’d like to see for my main verse of Kaydel Ko Connix being Breha Organa Solo in hiding.

Pre-The Force Awakens

Breha and Ben bonding before and during their early jedi training

Breha and her mom/dad after Ben disappears

Adventures on the Millennium Falcon pre-series

Young Breha and Chewbacca bonding. Cuddles and cuddles!! 🥰

Breha and Luke after the destruction of the temple

Breha and Luke pre-temple destruction (( training, family feels, etc etc ))

Ben | Kylo and Breha’s final/first meeting before he leaves (( does he try and kill her like the others? Does he try and get her to join him? Does Luke make her move away from her brother or she get knocked out?? WHAT HAPPENED ))

The Force Awakens

Breha and Han reunion when he reappears with Rey (( Chewwie reunion as well!!! ))

Chewwie talking to Breha when Han doesn’t return and he does

Leia and Breha when they feel Han is gone

The Last Jedi

The same when they feel Luke is gone

Poe convincing Breha to join him in mutiny

Breha and Poe on comms

Bonding or hanging out with pilots/mechanics/other comms

(( If Ben and Breha are connected through the force too, convos similar to him and Rey? ))

Rey and Breha convos if she is also connected?? I know it was dark and light for balance but if we can BS it, cool. Maybe Breha when she is Lady Kiva’h aka my Dark!BREHA verse OR just because she also has the Skywalker bloodline

Fake!Luke greeting her before going to fight Kylo Ren/Ben on Crait like he does with Leia

Are they close at all? Were they close?

Moment of crying on the Falcon

Rey and Breha bonding once they finally meet

Breha checking in on Leia after the force flying and she is unconscious

Breha and others on the Millennium Falcon after Crait

Breha in the caves on Crait with a vulptex ( BREHA LOVES THEM OKAY )

The Rise of Skywalker

Ben surviving Exegol

all the Post-Exegol feels of siblings reuniting

Awkward moments and sad angst about their parents or all that has happened

Acceptance

Angst

Rose and Breha after the Battle of Exegol

Does Rose stay on Ajan Kloss with her for a while? 

Does anyone??

Post Series

Breha staying on Ajan Kloss to try and learn more about The Force/training

someone coming to visit her while she is here and keep her company or check on her

Force!Luke with Breha after Exegol on Ajan Kloss when she is alone and re-learning her lightsaber ? Girl needs some kind of guidance and reassurance

Breha returning to Chandrila (( Hanna City )) post series where she used to live with her family

Breha beginning to work with others to start a new Senate type something (( Round 3 anyone of a woman in the family line being influential in politics?? ))

Breha with her friends and how they need each other after the war

Mourning time

Visits to her friend’s planets/residences to check in on her friends/family

BEN SURVIVING AND LOTS TO GO WITH THAT HONESTLY.

everything….

Breha on missions to finish off the First Order with friends

Any time in timeline

Any comms moments between Breha | Kaydel and other pilots

Poe and Breha if he knows she is Leia’s daughter having moments when she can actually talk to someone

What if Kylo runs into Breha during a battle

Breha revealing to anyone who she really is

Finn and Breha bonding in general because I adore him and need interactions with Finns!!

Moments remembering previous MF memories and sharing them

Breha and other controllers or members of the bridge bonding

Finn and Breha talking about how they don’t feel they belong etc

D’Acy and Breha bonding because I figure she definitely knows who Breha really is

Anything Rey and Breha because Rey is so similar to her in some waysI just love Rey okay. Anything with Rey

Rey and Breha moments where she knows who Kaydel really is (( Breha Solo; Ben’s sister/Leia and Han’s daugther ))

What if Ben never turned into Kylo Ren?

ALL THE SIBLING BONDING

Rose and Breha bonding that leads up to them being close friends at the end of the Battle of Exegol

And this is to say nothing of AUs of like her as actual Kaydel or random things with the dark side people (( ex. Hux or semi-neutral DJ, Kylo Ren with a hint of Ben etc )) or even ship things. I have so much for shipping. Especially per character that would be fun. 

Hit me up if you want to hear more about that!

[ Look I just really want Ben to say ‘….so….you changed your hair..’ 

lmfao ]

[ladymegwelles]

@agneseymour

to see one of the sheep of the princess’ comitive, rather than the shepherdess herself, perhaps was best to ease her up. meg had stood out within hatfield, not only for a different appearance ( that had, nevertheless, blossomed into a beautiful bloom ) to that of the garden of fair haired english roses, but for the favor she held; despite her fortunes and misfortunes, meg had been such a sweet companion, both to their mistress and to agnes herself, she could not find it in her to avoid her, nor hold her in any sort of contempt. it is as such that the smile that appears in her lips is one of the most genuine she’s mustered tonight. “lady welles, i appreciate it. you look quite the part of a proper courtier yourself.” it was to be expected. while agnes had dreaded the moment william was to rise to kingship and elizabeth to accompany him and drag her along to where the boleyns’ venom would be most deadly, she knew many of the other companions longed for it, and the lady hertford could not truly blame them. she offers her answer as a soft nod, though their seat had not been in suffolk since the brandon had become the grey — bradgate was not in great distance from hatfield, and agnes did not want to give room to any talk of it, and her ability or inability to have visited, or the reasons for it. “how has it been for you?” she queries. “and lady ashley? has she settled in well in this grander court? it is a bit of a difference to hatfield.” her former governess, for all of her initial distrust of her grey charge, had been a motherly figure for almost half of her life, and agnes would have to be much more insensitive than she passes herself as to not miss her, or any of the other ladies, such as meg. “have you been sneaking away from her gaze to sample the french wines? i promise i shall not tell.” mirth rests on the corner of her lips and upon her gaze, betraying agnes’ own wish to regain some geniality and familiarity between them.

A compliment from a man was always well received, but a compliment from a woman was that much more pleasing; men often lied in attempts to flatter and swindle, and while women could often do the same, Meg knew that Agnes Grey's heart was true. All three Grey sisters were formidable women, but Meg had grown to know Agnes more closely than her sisters, and reveled in her return to social society. "You are as kind as I have always known you to be," she replied with a genuine smile to match her peer's.

Elizabeth's voice in the back of her mind, Meg took care not to come off too eager or excited, as she was wont to do when attending an event such as this. "His Majesty has been very good to all of, his court remains as active as one could wish!" If there was one thing Meg loathed it was being bored, but she could not claim to have encountered boredom in quite some time. At Agnes' quip, her smile turned to a knowing one. "If not I, then who? I believe we are to enjoy ourselves, are we not? We are no longer children, Mistress Ashley must agree..." Still, Meg took a quick glance over her should to ensure that the governess was not in sight.

[fictoculus]

౨ৎ how they hug...

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FEAT... albedo, alhaitham, childe, chongyun, cyno, diluc, gorou, heizou, itto, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, thoma, tighnari, venti, wanderer, xiao, zhongli

A/N... just wanted to drop by and say thank you for all the love that went to my post "how they kiss" ^^ because it seemed to be so popular, i decided to give you guys a similar post, should i write in this format more often? i hope you enjoy! ♡

☆ from behind, arms tightly wrapped around your waist and pulling you into them.

hugs from the front are great and all, but a hug from behind? divine. they love the way you never see it coming, jolting slightly when your feel a pair of hands on your waist, only to realise it's theirs and completely melt into their touch. a small smile creeps onto your face every time, accompanied by a subtle blush (though not so subtle if your trying to have a conversation with someone, then you're a stuttering mess). they'll sometimes bury their face in your hair, other times - like when you're interacting with someone - they'll often introduce themselves over your shoulder, pulling you even closer in a flirtatious protective manner...

kaeya, childe, itto, kaveh, tighnari, venti, heizou, diluc, xiao

☆ very tight hugs, they might kill you if they squeeze any harder.

they just can't get enough of you, wanting to have you impossibly close and take in all of you; your body, your warmth, your scent, everything. the hugs vary in some ways, sometimes from the front, sometimes from behind: it really depends on the scenario. when they're seeing you after years of separation (a few hours), it would definitely be a front hug, and - if you're lucky - they may even pick you up and spin you around too...

itto, gorou, childe, venti, thoma, heizou

☆ they very rarely to initiate hugs, but will (secretly) melt when you do.

they're far too shy for that, lucky for them, you find it adorable; it just means they get all the more flustered when you throw yourself onto them, squeezing around their waist and nuzzling your face in their chest. dont get me wrong, they do want to hug you, they really do, they just need the extra push. they will, however, hug you when you are feeling upset without hesitation, knowing that them finally initiating a hug would help cheer you up...

SCARA/WANDERER/KUNI, chongyun, gorou, tighnari, albedo

☆ simple but cute hugs for simple but cute lovers.

these are just your typical hugs, daresay slightly old fashioned, but still so sweet nonetheless. if they're feeling particularly loving that day, they'll rub circles on your back and plant gentle kisses on your hair (or forehead, it depends on height comparison). they may not give you particularly interesting hugs, but they make up for it in more ways than one, making sure to always be gentle with you being one key factor...

diluc, alhaitham, gorou, cyno, kazuha, albedo, xiao, zhongli, thoma

» how they kiss ver.

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[badomensbaby]

buzz cut baby. lrh

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend, luke, returns home one night with a surprise. your reaction, however, wasn't exactly what he was expecting.

warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. safe sane and consensual, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, established relationship, masturbation, flirting / teasing.

words: 3,910

a/n: i hate that i have friends because what the fuck! why do i do this to myself? anyway, i love buzz cut luke. enjoy!

feedback and constructive criticism welcome. requests are open!

Copyright © 2024 badomensbaby. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

You’ve always adored Luke’s curls.

Honestly, they’re probably what drew you to Luke in the first place all those years ago. Initially, anyway. 

It was some influencer party in the hills that your best friend dragged you to as a plus one, citing there would be hot guys and a pool and live music from a top-charting band, that you’d be stupid to decline. That shutting yourself away following your breakup wasn’t the best way to cope. 

And, in a way, you’ll really never be able to thank her for that. If you would’ve fought harder, resisted just the tiniest bit more, you would have never seen those bouncy, bleached curls and dark roots in the kitchen, messing around with a keg he swore harbored a personal vendetta against him. 

His curls might’ve been the reason you noticed him, but everything that followed was Luke just being himself. Stupidly charming but awkward and fumbly, especially when you offered to help and probably got way too close. 

You didn’t know him, not really, and finding out two hours later that you were the reason the band’s frontman was late to play their short set for everyone in attendance was a smack in the face. For all you knew, you were locking lips and clenching your thighs around the long, long fingers of some Hollywood wannabe. 

He wasn’t, though, he was Luke fucking Hemmings. And he had your cum on the edges of his lips while he sang about falling in love for the first time. 

That night was so unlike you. You weren’t fond of hookups, only long-term relationships that seemed to fail for one reason or another, but that didn’t entirely derail you. 

You didn’t know Luke but that night changed the course of both of your lives for the better, you’d like to think.

-

It’s six-thirty in the evening when your phone rings on the island. Interrupting your jam session, aided by the scent of the roasted chicken you’ve had in the oven the last hour and a half, a picture of Luke post-concert with his tongue dragging across your cheek flashing on your screen. 

“Hi, handsome,” You greet him, a smile tugging at your lips. He’s been at the studio since seven, planning the second half of his upcoming tour and reserving hotels with his team. You’ll never understand how he does it. 

“Hi honey,” He drawls softly, a sigh of relief following but there’s a hint of something in his voice that straightens your shoulders and furrows your brows. “What’s my perfect girl up to?”

“Just making dinner,” You say, leaning your backside against the island while you peek once more through the oven window. “How’s work? You almost finished?”

Luke hums in confirmation. “On my way home, actually. And..” He tapers off, the sound of his car chirping faintly in the background as he unlocks it. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“For me?” You feel heat rise instantly to your cheeks. Luke’s always giving you little surprises, likely since he’ll be kicking off the second part of his tour in just about two months means he’s feeling a bit guilty. He had done that during his first round, as well as the band’s tour last year. Luke always hates leaving you. 

“For you,” He hums again. The warmth seeping through your phone’s speaker speaks something else entirely though, a more lustful tilt to his voice. “I’ll be home in thirty. Think you can wait in the bedroom for me, pretty?”

You glance at the timer on the oven. Fifteen minutes until the chicken is done. “I think I can make that work,” You tease lightly, as if you’d ever think about saying no. Time spent with Luke is always appreciated, as you never really know when he’ll be swept away on another tour or some fashion show abroad. “Drive safe. I love you.”

“Always. I love you.” He says before promptly hanging up.

For the next fifteen minutes, you clean up best you can around the kitchen. Not that you had left it a disaster but you couldn’t stand to see a single dish in the sink. Once the chicken had been taken out and covered to keep warm while Luke was giving you your surprise, you trek upstairs with warmth pooling in your stomach and excitement riddling your veins. 

Though the unspoken promise of something intimate had been shared, you still weren’t sure how far exactly you should go. You settle for keeping your current outfit on, a simple sundress Luke had gotten for you the summer before — a baby blue satin fabric with small daisies printed on it, back propped against the headboard and a pillow in your lap as you wasted away the remaining minutes until Luke’s arrival scrolling through Instagram. 

Your toes tingle and your thighs involuntarily clench when you hear the front door fall shut. When Luke’s voice calls out a sing-songy, “Honey, I’m home!” that echoes up the staircase into your bedroom. You toss your phone carelessly aside and sit up, cheeks warm and fingers drumming excitedly on the pillow still in your lap.

“In here!” You call back. 

The sound of Luke’s shoes thump on the staircase, slow and calculated steps that make the warmth in your stomach ignite into a full on flame. Rising to your chest and resulting in your breath speeding up. He stops just outside of the cracked bedroom door. “Cover your eyes for me, would you, doll?”

It isn’t an unusual request, given your bedroom dynamic. So, you comply, placing both hands over your eyes. “Alright, I’m not peeking I swear.” You say. 

The door creaks lightly. “Keep ‘em closed,” You hear him say, a bit closer now. “You’re excited, huh? You’re blushing all over, baby.”

“I like your surprises,” You say honestly, softly, producing a light chuckle from your boyfriend. Your heart rate doubles from the titillation that fills the room. “Is it that pretty see-through set you saw me looking at the other week? I wanted to save that for your birthday, but—“

“Open.” Luke interrupts you lowly. 

You quickly remove your hands, blinking rapidly from the change to the bright room. 

It definitely isn’t that pretty lingerie set. 

A loud, sharp gasp falls from your mouth. You reel back, eyes widened, and goosebumps trail every surface of your flushed skin. 

Long gone are the blonde ringlets and dark roots that curled around the tips of Luke’s ears. The curls that you often found your fingers sinking into for comfort, or for pleasure, the curls you’d wash on the bad days and style on the good ones. 

“You’re bald.” You blurt in a panic. 

Your brain tries, tries so hard to make sense but there’s a big piece of the puzzle missing. Something that’s been such a heavy, big part of Luke for so long. The thing you noticed first about him. Gone. Shaved down and smothered in bleach. 

Luke raises one amused brow but the undertone of his own panic is evident. A nervous chuckle escapes him. “I’m not bald. I just shaved my head,” He says. “Do you.. not like it?”

“I.. don’t know,” You answer honestly in a breath. “I.. your curls.. why did you—?” Slowly, you climb off of the bed, hesitantly approaching your boyfriend standing still near the dresser. “What am I supposed to hold on to while you fuck me now?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Luke’s shoulders deflate, tension dissipating from them. “Y/N, I’ve talked about shaving my head before. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise, babe. My ends were dead.”

“Yeah, but—! I thought you were joking!” You splutter, cheeks hot and furiously pink. “What the hell am I supposed to pull on now, your ears? I can’t deal with this right now.” 

“Y/N,” Luke steps toward you, hands hesitantly reaching for your hips to make contact. You let him but your chest continues rising and falling quickly while your eyes roam his short, short hair. “Getting rid of my curls doesn’t mean I’ve gotten rid of my ability to fuck you. What’s going inside your head?”

“It’s — a lot,” You say. “I wasn’t expecting it, like at all,” You reach a hand up to graze the fuzzy top of Luke’s head. It feels weird, the short hairs tickling the palm of your hand. “I’m serious though, Luke. Sex won’t be the same now.”

“That isn’t true,” Luke tugs the corner of his lip between his teeth, a habit still exhibited often despite the lip ring being long gone. “Baby, you know that isn’t true. C’mon, you don’t think I look like some bad boy from one of your romance novels?”

A smile threatens your lips but you stifle it, pursing them. You’re meant to be mad, your brain just can’t compute the sudden change, even if it was the best decision for his bleach-fried curls. You adored them. 

“Shut up,” You huff. “Don’t try to get me on your side.”

“Why? I’m having fun over here,” Luke’s fingers drum on your hips, teasing and threatening to pinch the fabric of your dress between his fingertips. “You’re really this upset about not being able to pull on my hair when I fuck you?”

When he says it like that, you feel stupid. But yes, you are, because it wasn’t something just for you. Luke loved getting his curls tugged while he ate you out, or fucked you, even from behind. He liked the pain, the urgency of it. This isn’t just about you. 

“You like — liked — it too,” Your pink lips jut into a pout. “Maybe I’m being unreasonable but yes— I’m a little upset.”

“Alright,” He hums, digging his fingers momentarily into your hips, thumbing the prominent bones there. He knows you’re sensitive. You think maybe he might part from you, your breaths bated as you hang on to his every movement. “I’ll just have to prove it to you, then.”

You swallow harshly. “Prove what to me?”

“That I can fuck you so well my curls will be the last thing on your mind,” He says, tongue trailing on the inside of his lower lip before clicking off the roof of his mouth. “How many orgasms will it take, huh? I’m thinking three.”

“Oh,” You breathe out. “I don’t know if that’ll be enough.”

“Oh, really?” A crooked grin tugs at Luke’s lips, brows raised curiously. “Four, maybe? I bet if I fuck you stupid long enough you’ll cum without a fucking touch.”

Good Lord.

You can’t trust yourself to respond. Luke isn’t a vulgar person often, and most of the time your bedroom affairs fluctuate depending on either of your mood. One night you could be draped over the mattress with Luke’s tongue tracing his own name on your heat and another riding him with slow, slow tilts of your hips as the sun comes up. It’s never the same experience twice. 

But this time — you have a feeling tonight will blow every other night out of the water. 

“Guess I should start off with an apology,” He mutters, almost missable between your ears, words lagged and not understood before Luke’s dropping to his knees before you. Wide, soft blue eyes with inky, dark lashes blinking up at you. Ringed fingers still clasping your hips. 

It takes you a moment to realize he’s silently asking for permission, as he does often, and you nod. Your tongue is so tied you’re afraid nothing good will escape your mouth if you were to make an attempt to respond verbally. Luke’s hands slowly slide along the fabric loosely clung to your thighs, speed consistent as he grabs hold of the hem and brings it upward. 

With one hand balled around the fabric of your dress, resting just below your stomach, you feel Luke’s warm fingers trace the material of your underwear. Teasing you. Taunting you. All the while your handsome boyfriend keeps his eyes locked on yours, a startled breath is knocked out of you when he begins mouthing at your clothed heat. Teeth threatening your covered clit. 

He’s always been impatient, and that sentiment proves right once again as he tugs the material to the side and wastes no time tasting you. Wedging himself between your thighs even as they rumble, even if the position isn’t the most desirable. His tongue traces every inch sincerely, writing his apology in the form of circles and figure eights and capturing your clit between his lips so suddenly it makes your knees threaten to buckle. 

You feel it in the way he moans at the simplest taste of you, the I’m sorry he hadn’t said aloud. You feel it in the way his fingers eagerly slide alongside his tongue and fill you, keeping you steady despite the desperation to fall apart right there. 

“Luke,” You whimper helplessly, his eyes threatening to fall away from yours and flutter closed in pure bliss. He loves this just as much as you do, if not more. This man was made to eat pussy. You’d bet your life on it. “God-“

He takes your strained whines and moans and ragged breaths endearingly, curling his fingers to reach the perfect spot that pulls a broken moan from deep within you. Every shake of your thighs, every wave of pleasure that builds in the pit of your stomach and threatens to crash over you, he eagerly takes it in stride. Luke knows you won’t last long but surely he’s counting on it. 

His mouth retreats, fingers still curled inside and finding every spot that makes you whimper. Luke looks fucking wrecked already, and if you thought you were in for it before, the sight of Luke spitting directly onto your clit nearly makes you cum on the spot. It’s demeaning and dirty in the best way, before eye contact is fully broken and Luke dives back in like he’ll never taste you again. 

It’s mainly his eagerness that turns you on the most. The desire he possesses to pleasure you, to worship you. You feel it when Luke begins to suck on your clit again, the dam threatening to break and drown you both. Without a thought, your hand flies to his head, grasping the back of it and holding him against you. Orgasm building and building, prickling the base of your spin and the tips of your toes, stomach tightening as he works his fingers and tongue in some kind of foreplay crescendo. 

The violins and cellos that resemble moans from the man with his tongue buried inside of you and the ones spilling from your lips build until you’re letting go. It feels insatiable. And you’re absolutely blubbering just as much as you rock through it, Luke’s fingers slowing and tongue working to lap every remnant of your release in earnest. 

Your mind feels hazy, post-orgasm, knees weak as Luke’s arm slithers around your backside to keep you upright. You spare a glance at him, when the bleariness fades from your vision, to see his lips glistening beneath the bedroom lights. Tongue dancing around every inch of his mouth to capture your taste and savor it. “I don’t know if I accept your apology yet.” You huff between broken breaths, thumb idly swaying back and forth across the side of his head. 

A look of challenge flashes in Luke’s eyes. “I figured,” He says, thumb swiping the top of his lip before dragging his tongue along the digit. Luke slowly rises to his feet. “Let’s get you more comfortable, hm?”

You nod, despite the lack of explanation as to what more comfortable really means, as you’re being handled rather briskly and bent over the edge of your bed. A small oh escapes you. 

“Get those knees up, doll. I can’t be doing all the work here,” Luke says, tapping your thighs. Sluggishly, you do as he says, now on your hands and knees, ankles just barely hanging off the bed’s edge. “Hm.”

Your dress is rucked up once more, now pooling around your lower back, underwear still pulled to the side and a low whistle sounds from behind you. “Fucking beautiful, you know that?” Luke groans lowly. “I swear to God, need a picture of your pussy in my wallet.”

You can’t help but moan. Luke’s belt clanks as he unfastens it, clattering to the floor, jeans sliding down his legs. You spare a glance, to see the material gathered at his mid-thigh. He hadn’t taken them off entirely. And for some reason, you find it hot how needy he is for it. 

“Maybe I’ll take a picture,” He continues, as you feel the tip of his cock drag slowly through your wetness, slicking himself. Preparing himself to utterly destroy you as promised. “After I’ve filled you up. Huh? How ‘bout that? A picture of my pretty girl’s pretty pussy full of my cum.”

Your arms wobble, sending your chest directly into the mattress. Only further aiding the ease of Luke entering you, slick and warm and thick as he slides in so effortlessly with a low hiss. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Yes— God, oh my—“ You mutter against the sheets, turning your head so that your cheek is flat against the soft material. Luke buries himself to the hilt, one hand fastened on your hip while the other is splayed and slowly traveling up your lower back to grab the fabric of your dress. Holding you in place. “Luke, please.”

“Since you’re begging so nicely, my perfect girl,” He says, pulling back only to bury himself inside you once more. It’s so wet and slick and obscene, the sound bouncing off of your bedroom walls alongside his low grunts and your sharp breaths. The angle alone is enough to make you cum, combined with the sensitivity from your orgasm. Luke continues the slow motions, withdrawing his cock only to sink back in. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Too slow,” You grumble. “Faster. Please— for fucksake.”

“Oh, you poor thing. Gagging for it,” He sighs in faux-annoyance, but you know he’s just as desperate to fill you, to claim you and leave you a mess. “As you wish.”

The curled fist against the middle of your back presses harder, pushing your chest flush with the bed with no room for movement. Fingernails sink into the soft flesh of your thighs as Luke’s cock withdraws slowly, one final time, before thrusting so harshly a broken moan is pulled from your throat. No mercy is evident in the way he fucks you, like it’s all you’re meant for, the tip of his cock nudging that spot just barely.

Tears pool in the corners of your eyes. 

“God baby, this pussy was made just for me. So fucking warm and wet,” Luke grits out between harsh exhales through his nose. “Taking my cock so well.”

“Luke,” You reach out desperately, fumbling to grab the sheets between your fingers as your body rocks from his thrusts. He’s been intense like this before, long ago, but you’d be a fucking liar if you said you hadn’t longed for it on the occasion. “Fuck, you feel so good. Please— please don’t stop.”

“I’d be an idiot to stop,” Luke says. “Christ, Y/N, you’re fucking soaked. It’s so fucking hot.”

A sudden wave of something hits you full force. Something more powerful than an average orgasm. Your thighs quiver so harshly that they cramp, Luke’s cock nudging the perfect spot dead on and the only sounds escaping you are desperate pleas and whines that can’t be deciphered. Your head feels like jello, holding on to something that’s begging to be free. So, you do. 

“Oh, fuck—“

The pleasure is almost blinding. Your body feels so warm, on fire practically, and Luke’s thrusts stutter. “Did you just—“

He doesn’t need to ask. You did, you both know it. The way your release floods your thighs, Luke’s cock and dampens the sheets. It’s only happened twice in the time you two have been together, and squirting definitely isn’t something you’ve practiced. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N-“ Luke whines. Broken and breathy, nails digging into your hip so harshly for dear life as he buries himself inside you fully one last time, panting your name on an endless loop as he comes undone. “Fuck.”

After a moment, Luke slowly retracts, and the sound of knees hitting the bedroom floor is unmistakable. You’re in no state to move, vision speckled and blurred, while you somehow manage to keep yourself upright. You aren’t sure if minutes pass or seconds, but you jump slightly when Luke’s hands softly clasp the back of your thighs. 

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Luke says weakly. “Holy shit, Y/N. What a fucking masterpiece.”

No doubt he’s taken a photo or two. Or three, or ten. Luke’s just sentimental like that.

You slowly attempt to rise on shaky arms, but Luke presses his thumbs into your skin with a tut. “Hold on, baby,” He says. The words for what sit on the tip of your tongue but Luke’s actions prevent you from asking, as a sudden warmth meets your most sensitive spot. 

Is he—?

Fuck. 

The tip of Luke’s nose ghosts the soft skin between your holes, as his tongue works to clean the mess you and he had made together. Catching every last bit, with hungry little groans. All you can do is sit and relish in it, in Luke’s desperation to taste himself inside you once more, that you don’t really register a slickness that isn’t due to your boyfriend’s current activity. 

Weakly, you spare a glance between your legs to catch sight of Luke’s arm furiously working. He’s getting off, you realize. To tasting his own cum inside you. 

Luke groans weakly against your pussy, lips quivering and he’s likely finished all over himself. The warmth that floods your stomach is preposterous. Luke backs off. 

“You were that desperate?” You ask, finally turning onto your side to see Luke, pink-cheeked kneeling beside the bed. Eyes wide and glossy as they meet yours. “You got off to eating me out? After cumming inside me?”

“Well, I—“ Luke clears his throat. “M’fucking weak for it, you know that. After I took a picture I just— fuck off.” He turns away, clearly embarrassed. 

“You’re cute,” You laugh softly, thoroughly exhausted and sweaty and way too warm than is desirable right now. “I accept your apology, by the way.”

“Figured,” Luke says. “You didn’t have time to think about my curls,” Reminded once more of the short hair that decorates Luke’s head, your lips part to defend yourself but Luke holds up a silencing finger. “Don’t even, Y/N. You know how long I’ve been dying to make you squirt like that—“

“Luke Robert Hemmings!” You gasp. 

“Just saying! More important things happening than my hair. I need to remember what I did so I can make you do that again-“

“That’s enough out of you, Slim Shady,” You shake your head, cheeks a roaring pink much like Luke’s. His jaw drops from the nickname, slinking back, cock half massed and hanging out of his boxers. “You heard me.”

Luke’s eyes narrow. Before you know it, he’s reaching for your ankles and a squeal escapes you. 

You’re definitely in for a long night. 

You may have always adored Luke’s curls, but you love him just the same without them. 

[rafetopia]

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!exgf!reader, topper thornton x fem!gf!reader (only mentioned)

genre: smut & minor angst -> 18+only

warnings: smutty stuff, mentions of past toxic relationship, some soft!rafe, some mean!rafe, name calling, mentions of drugs, choking (in a non sexual way), ass slapping, cheating, unprotected sex, lmk if k forgot something

words: ~3.3k

request: okay!! i wanted to request a rafe x reader based off the song ‘why are you here’ by machine gun kelly. write it however you want🖤 (by anonymous)

summary: after seeing your ex rafe in the club, you have to learn once again why the two of you never could’ve worked out, no matter how much you both wished you could

note: this is a repost from my old blog, which is why you might have seen it before. also i don’t remember if it’s proofread

also big thank you to my baby @chaos-mybeloved for beta reading this one for me

also i’m sorry for the format idk how to format my stuff

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“Baby, I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?” Topper screamed into your ear, trying to drown out the noise.

You shook your head with a smile and focused back on the music. They were playing your favorite song, there was no way you’d stop dancing just for another drink. The dance floor was full and still, most eyes were fixated on you, as you moved your body perfectly to the rhythm of the song. You were no professional dancer but you sure as hell knew what you were doing.

Concentrated on the music, you didn’t notice the new pair of eyes watching you from the corner of the dance floor. The young man was talking to the girl next to him but his gaze never moved from your body. The blonde must’ve noticed as her voice grew angry but the man didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t even listening to the words thrown at him, his attention only belonging to you.

The song was coming to an end and you opened your eyes back up, slowly adjusting to your surroundings. You did that sometimes while dancing, closing your eyes so you could focus more on the music and enjoy the moment instead of getting distracted by the people around you. You looked around, trying to see if you could find your boyfriend when your eyes met his. A sudden feeling of sadness and anger rushed through your body, keeping you from focusing. Your mind was all over the place, tons of thoughts blocking your mind all at once.

Unsure of how you got there, you found yourself in one of the club bathrooms, hanging above the sink. You tried to keep the tears inside your eyes and normally you were good at that but when it came to him, everything was different. You placed your hands on the sides of the sink, trying to keep your body from falling down when the door to the bathroom opened. You didn’t need to look up in order to know who it was.

“I’m pretty sure the tits on the door stand for “women”.” You spat out.

“(Y/N)…”

“What do you want, Cameron?” You hissed, now turning around to look directly into his light gray eyes.

His gaze went down to the ground, clearly trying to avoid your anger. “I don’t know… You looked sad and I… I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” You hissed, turning away from him. You looked into the mirror but the girl you met looked far from fine. Sure her makeup and hair looked perfect, but her eyes told a different story. They were watery, seconds from bursting out into tears. She tried to keep herself together but the presence of the boy behind her made everything harder.

You took a deep breath and looked at the boy in the mirror. His hair was a mess, sure it looked good, it always did but not because he put any effort into it. His lips were smiling but his eyes never were good at lying. You had always loved his eyes, the way they sparkled in the morning sun or the way they lit up when you told him one of your unfunny dad jokes that always made him laugh. He always sounded so beautiful when he was laughing, a sound you haven't heard in a very long time but missed terribly. He was in pain, clearly and it hurt you but it wasn’t that that was your fault. At least not completely.

“Listen…” He started, not sure if he should continue or just turn around and leave. “I… I’m sorry that you’re sad. Don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Don’t like seeing me like this?” You laughed. “That’s funny.” You turned around, now facing him directly. “Now be honest Cam-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“But that’s your fucking name now isn’t it?” You paused, walking one step closer to him. “Now be honest, why are you here, Cameron?”

“Like I already said (Y/L/N), because I wanted to see if you were okay.” He pressed, his face now only inches away from yours.

“Hmm. You see, I was okay I was having the time of my life until you and your blonde accessory of the week waltzed in.”

“Ohhh, my accessory of the week hm? Says the one who’s fucking my best friend.” His eyes were dark and his voice turned low. It was obvious how angry he was, something that had never stopped you from topping it off once more.

“That’s right Rafe Cameron, I’m fucking your best friend.” You paused, knowing if you’d go down that road, there would be no going back. “And guess what, he’s better at-” You wanted to continue but got cut off by Rafe's hand around your throat.

“Better at what sweetheart hm?” He whispered. “Tell me, darling.”

“There it is.” You grinned wickedly. “There’s the Rafe Cameron I know and hate.”

That hit him. It was obvious, his grip tightened around your throat and his eyes flickered. He knew you were mad at him but knowing you actually hated him, hit him harder than he thought it would. He wanted to say something, he wanted to spit out a response so dark even the devil would flinch but he couldn’t.

Your body tensed at the loss of oxygen flowing through your throat and you felt your heart fasten but you didn’t flinch. You met his dark gaze and countered with an even darker one. It was like when you were still together, you would challenge and provoke each other until one of you snapped. It had always been like this and it never changed even after you broke up.

He opened his mouth, about to say something when he stopped and let go of your throat. You gasped for air, your hand automatically wandering to your throat. He had done this shit before but never as strong and tight as he did now. His gaze wandered down to the hand on your throat and something in his eyes changed as if he was sorry. He held his hands up and took a few steps back until his back met the wall behind him.

“You know I… I…” He tried but clearly struggled with finding the right words. “I… I’m…” He looked at you, hoping for you to say something but you stayed silent. “You know what, forget it.” He pulled out before ripping the bathroom door open and making his way outside.

Split seconds later and his lips crashed onto yours. You didn’t quite remember how this happened, how your arm reached after him, how you pulled him towards you, or how he smashed the door back shut behind him, all you knew was how much you needed him, how much you missed him.

His hands wandered around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You had only been making out for a few seconds but you could feel his hardened erection on your body, which turned you on even more. Your hands wandered through his hair, something that you had always loved to do when you were making out.

“Let me show you who the better lover is, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear. “Bet Topper can’t make you scream the way I’m about to do.” His mouth wandered down your neck, gently kissing and sucking on your soft skin while his hand pushed down your left strap. Your dress was tight but it wasn’t enough to make it fall down your body but it was enough to make your left tit fall out.

He smirked at the sight of your exposed nipple before leaning down and gently sucking on it. He got more passionate with each second, causing you to grow impatient. You placed your finger under his chin and pulled his face back up to yours.

“I need you, to fuck me, Rafe Cameron. Now.” You whispered.

“Mhhh so needy for someone who hates me so bad.” He hummed with a grin on his face. “What would your boyfriend say if he saw his girl like this, all wet for me already, hm? Bet he can’t make you wet like this that fast.”

You rolled your eyes and hopped on the sink behind you, spreading your legs wide apart leaving him no choice but to look down at your exposed thong that was barely enough fabric to cover your folds. You gently let your hand wander through his hair before pulling him towards you. “I. Said. Fuck. Me. Rafe Cameron.” You smirked and continued: “Before I go out there and tell everyone that Topper's dick is bigger than yours.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Is it?”

“Oh god.” You groaned before pushing his head down to your crotch.

He chuckled before placing his teeth on your thong, ripping it from your body with one quick pull. You moaned at the sight of it and let your head fall back onto the mirror. He got down on his knees and started tongue fucking your pussy like there was no tomorrow. He had always had his special ways, techniques only Rafe Cameron knew how to use but this boy never failed to surprise you. You tried to keep quiet, afraid someone would hear you but he made it very hard when he added his thumb to the party. Soon, he started rubbing soft circles around your clit, something that had always been your weakness.

“Rafe…” You moaned out. “I’m close.”

He didn’t answer but you could feel him smirk against your soaking wet pussy. He sped up his pace, even adding another finger knowing how much you’d always loved it. You tried to hold on to the sink you were sitting on, nearly breaking off a nail as you press your fingertips against the cold ceramic. He could feel your walls tighten around his finger and shortly after, you were cumming all over him. He removed his finger and sucked off your juice, something he’d always loved to do.

You were still holding on to the sink, trying to prepare for what was about to come next. From experience you knew, there was no way in hell he’d let you go without having fucked you at least once, and regarding the boner that was pressing against your stomach, he wouldn't make an exception now.

He smashed his lips onto yours, not leaving any room for you to breathe. Your hands wandered down and unbuckled his belt, quickly exposing his hardened erection. You were about to push him inside you when pulled away.

“Uh, Uh, turn around for me baby, let me see that pretty ass of yours while I fuck you.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice, you quickly hopped off the counter and turned around making him able to slide right into you, causing you both to moan out at the sudden contact.

“Fuck (Y/N) you’re still so tight.”

“What, did you think Topper’s dick is so big it would’ve stretched me out?”

You could see his eye roll through the mirror, causing you to chuckle silently. “Glad to see you still have that pretty big mouth. Let’s see what we can do about that, huh?” He whispered into your ear as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached into his pocket and pulled the ripped piece of fabric before shoving it into your mouth. “Now, we don’t want anyone to find out what a dirty little slut you are now do we?” You nodded quickly, hoping it would get him to finally start fucking you.

Your hopes were heard and soon you were met with his hips thrusting into your ass, making clap sounds every time your skin touched. His hands held onto your hips as his thrusts got faster and faster with every move. He pulled your hips closer to him, changing the ankle which made him reach the spot that made you lose all your senses. You wanted to scream out his name but instead, felt tears forming in your eyes caused by your inability to do so.

This of cource didn’t go unnoticed by him, causing him to grin and only sped up his pace, fucking you even harder than before. His eyes wandered from your face down to your ass where he watched it wiggle because of his movements. He loved the sight in front of him, you being all messed up because of him, salty tears rolling down your face, colored black mixed with your eyeliner, and your ass presented in front of him, begging him to get slapped. In fact, it was his favorite sight. He tried not to think about it too much but he tried to burn that image deep inside his mind, scared he wouldn’t be able to see it again that fast, if ever.

He wished he could’ve gone like this forever but there was still the risk of getting caught and even though he didn’t care, he knew you would, and believe it or not but upsetting you was the last thing he wanted. So he softly let his hands slide over your body, down to your clit where he placed his finger for support. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, as he still leaned over you. He loved the way your skin felt on his, a feeling he had never felt with anyone else. He loved the way your hair smelled when you let yourself fall back, even though he hated having hair on his face.

You weren’t able to moan his name out loud but by the way, your nails dug into his thigh, he knew you were close and so was he. He sped up once again, causing you to reach your high almost synchronized with him. You could feel his cum shooting through your body as you tried to recover from your own orgasm.

Even though you were able to free yourself from your own panties by now, you still had trouble catching your breath which didn’t go unnoticed by the boy, still inside of you.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded and gave him a happy smile through the mirror, causing him to smile himself. Oh, much he missed that smile. How much he missed you in general. But he knew you didn’t work out, you tried several times and it always ended in tears.

He slowly pulled out and quickly grabbed the piece of paper that you were handing him before you got yourself your own. The both of you cleaned yourself up and got back dressed. He wanted to say something, how much he enjoyed being close to you like this again but the words didn’t come out.

You watched him silently as he struggled to close his belt because it was stuck once again. You silently laughed at the sight in front of you, the boy that just fucked you mercilessly against the sink in the bathroom of your favorite club struggling with a task as simple as closing his belt. It reminded you of a side of Rafe, that he barely showed anyone these days. The side where he allowed himself to struggle, where he allowed himself to be human and not that perfect business robot, Ward Cameron tried to force him to be.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“Here let me help you.” You said as you stepped forward and took the matter into your own hands. “I thought you’d thrown this thing out by now, it has been causing problems since the day I bought it for you.”

“It’s still working.” He answered, but there was a shift in his voice. He sounded harsher than before as if someone got into his mind and reminded him how he was supposed to act.

“Whatever you say then.” You mourned as you slid the belt into the buckle.

You got back up, ready to leave when he pulled you back. “You shouldn’t go out like that, here let me fix you.” He grabbed a piece of paper and poured some water on it, before softly removing black makeup stains from your face. He was very careful, not wanting to hurt you. “I think that’s it but maybe you should… like redo that or something… I don’t know. You always used to do that.”

“Right.” You grabbed into your bag and pulled out a thin, black eyeliner. “Do you want to do it? You used to like doing it.”

“Sure.” He chuckled. He wasn’t particularly good at drawing your eyeliner but you didn’t care. It always felt special when Rafe did your makeup, no matter if it looked perfect or not. You never let anyone do your makeup but there was something about the expression he made once he finished that you just couldn’t resist.

“You know… we could try to stay friends, at least.” You proposed carefully. “If you want to.”

“I don’t want to be your friend, (Y/N). When will you get that into your thick skull that this will never happen?” He spat out as he handed you back your eyeliner. “Like we could never be friends. Like… like what would we even do… as… as friends? Like, what would that friendship be good for?”

“Geez, as you wish Cameron, but know that this… whatever this was… will never happen again.” You paused, trying to fight back your incoming tears. “Like ever.”

“Fine by me.” He mumbled under his breath, but still loud enough for you to hear.

“Good, it’s settled then. I go back to Topper and you can go back to snorting coke off some whores ass.” You spat as you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the door.

He saw you walking through the crowd and stumbling back into the arms of your boyfriend.

Rafe knew he fucked up, but it was for the better. He knew how the both of you could get when you didn’t share the same opinion on something. He knew what power his words held over you if he lost control and said things he never wanted to say. He had seen you before, broken down on his kitchen floor between shattered bottles of glass after the both of you lost it. It was painful, seeing you walk back to Topper, the boy he used to call his best friend. He knew he’d go back to snorting coke, he could already feel the lack of substances in his blood and deep down, he knew Topper was the better man. He knew he wouldn’t hurt you the way he did, he never could and he was right. Topper could never hurt you the way Rafe did but that wasn’t because he was the better man, it was because Rafe had something that Topper never would. You loved him.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends

[bartxnhood]

accident prone | d.d

daryl dixon x reader

summary: you’re very clumsy, but no worries. daryl is there for you.

warnings: broken ankle is all.

a/n: hi hi !! this one is just a small blurb. this was also inspired by beth spraining her ankle and daryl coming to the rescue ! i hope y’all enjoy !!!

request open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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“can we hold up for a second?” your grip around daryl waist loosens and you bend down to rub your ankle. “ya okay?” you nodded, “i just need to sit down for a minute.” daryl looked ahead, spotting a small cabin. he moved his crossbow to the front of his chest before bending down. “hop on” you stood up, “what?” “get on, premium ride right here” you laughed softly, before hoisting yourself on his back.

“you’re a lot heavier than you look” he added, heading towards the cabin. “shut up, cowboy” you added the nickname you had given him, which he says he hates but you’d disagree. “i will drop you” he huffed, holding onto you tightly. “mhm sure”

once inside, he sat you next to the fireplace and found just enough broken wood pieces and paper to start a small figure to keep the two of you warm for the night. “‘m sorry” you spoke up, picking at your fingernails. “what?” “for putting us behind, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to drag you down.” daryl finished messing with the fire, “don’t” he stood above you. you looked up at him, feeling the guilt weigh on your shoulders. you didn't want to put your friend in danger because you're clumsy.

“shit happens, don’t worry” he assured, looking around a bit as he took a few steps back. “i’ll go search a bit. stay here”

“yeah like there’s anywhere for me to go, dixon!” you quietly hollers as he walked away. “stay there!” he retorted.

so, you sat there staring at the fire while he was gone. but, the throbbing of your ankle only progressed. "shit" you whispered, you looked down at your ankle seeing the swelling and bruising begin to form. from what you thought was a simple sprain now looks like it could be broken. walking on it is out of the picture, you groaned trying your best to insure the pain.

“y’allright?” daryl enter the room, taking a seat next to the fireplace, across from you. he saw your expression and looked down at your ankle.

"hurtin?" he asked, and you nodded. "i think it’s broken. i don’t like how swollen it is. " you huffed, eyes meeting with the redneck. he hummed, setting down whatever he has found in the other rooms and grabbed his bag, turning his back to you and rummaging around for something. "daryl?" you croaked. "holon" he grunted. within a few seconds, he pulled what looked to be a bandage. it wasn't in the best condition but you were hurt and this might help until the both of you get back home.

daryl slowly rose from his position stopped in front of your ankle and slowly began wrapping it. he tried his best to be gentle with you, especially seeing how badly you had hurt yourself. "ow" you groaned, biting down on your lip to prevent tears. " i know it hurts. jus breathe." he grunted, not that he was mad at you or anything. he just can’t stand seeing you in that much pain, especially when he could’ve prevented it.

“since when did you start carrying first aid?” you asked, watching him gently wrap your ankle the best he could. “i only do when you come with me. yer very accident prone” you chuckled, “you’re the sweetest thing, daryl dixon” he looked up at you, rolling his eyes. “whatever.”

he finished up wrapping your ankle, then pulled down your pant leg and put his bag under your foot to keep it elevated.

“get that checked when we get back” he said, leaning against the wooden wall next to you. “yes, sir” you hummed, and rested your head on his shoulder. “thank you for saving me again” “my knight in shining armor” you added, followed by a laugh. “stop” he grumbles, while crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

“you love it, dixon”

“mm, just sleep”

[nonranghaes]

heads up! mentions of a past abusive relationship (for reader). this should really go on wooahaes but i'm too lazy to format it rn and i need sleep so take this ig??? i might repost over there some other time....

there's things that are unfair about having a boyfriend like vernon. you think one of them is how pretty he can look when he's sleeping.

of course, he's still human. he ends up with messy hair, and sometimes he drools, and there's about a thousand other things you can list off about him when he sleeps... but he's still your boyfriend. and thus, every little 'flaw' he has is something you consider pretty on him. he would (and will, when he's in a sappy enough mood) say the exact same about you, to be fair. he shifts a little in his sleep, stretching and reaching for you.

you still remember overhearing him talk to his mom the morning after you slept in the same bed as him for the first time. it'd literally only been sleeping, but you heard him quietly say 'they trust me a lot,' to her while on the phone. he'd been unpacking breakfast. when she asked about it, he merely said "they fell asleep next to me. they've never done that before. i think... i think they trust me," in that pensive way, like he's thinking more than he's actually saying.

(i do, you told him later. trust you. i think i love you, too. and it'd been what made him say that he loves you for the first time--something he didn't expect to hear back without that 'i think' to protect yourself. you said it to him a few weeks later, and he teared up--although he'll always deny it when you bring it up now.)

"you're staring again." he pulls you out of your thoughts with ease, and his eyes meet yours in the low light. "what's wrong?"

you saw today's date. some birthdays never leave you, and that's true of the person who hurt you. the person you only told vernon about a few months ago in full, although he knew of the person's existence before then. you remember what that person said to you, too. that you didn't need anyone else aside from them...

"nothing," you say, and it's a half-lie. it'll bother you a little more, but you don't want to have this talk now. not when you're already starting to drift off, safe in his presence. vernon's good at protecting you from ugly feelings that settle into your bones like an unwanted guest. "we'll talk later, honey."

he gives you a uncertain look. "you only call me honey when you're upset."

(it's a mutual thing: he calls you either by your name or a casual dude any other time, and baby and babe and love of my life whenever he's trying to avoid a topic temporarily. the two of you communicate: vernon's good at making you feel safe in that, too.)

"right," you say. "we'll talk in the morning... homie."

it earns a crackling snort from him, and he smiles that cute gummy smile as he hides his face for a moment. "ah, really... god, you're such a dork sometimes, i swear."

"a dork who landed you," you always remind him. yet when his eyes meet yours a moment later, you feel something warm in your chest that washes away that ugly feeling all too easily. you reach out, holding his face. "i think... i won."

"you won?"

"you love me," you say. "my friends love me... i'm loved," you say quietly, and the feeling still feels a little foreign. you are loved, you repeat mentally for a moment: because they see you as you, not the broken mess you feel you are. "so i won."

vernon gets it soon enough, and he nods. "you won," he says quietly. "i'm glad you're here... homie."

you crack up, too, and he quietly laughs at his own little moment with you. his laugh and his smile always make you giggle, too, and he pulls you in to kiss you happily.

"i love you," he mumbles against your lips, "i love you, i love you, i love you--" and he keeps planting kisses against against and around your lips to punctuate every repeat of the phrase, before he draws back, satisfied after being struck with the need to be overly sappy. "alright?"

gone is that bitter feeling that once flashed through your veins and settled into your bones. all you feel now is love, soft and sweet, as you're so openly reminded that you're not alone. that the two of you shoulder these problems together. you won, you think, because you are alive and being loved and learning to love wholeheartedly again.

"yeah," you settle in to sleep, planning to keep to your promise of talking come morning. "i love you, too, you big sap."

[neetily]

Hurry Up! - KINKTOBER DAY 23 (RAREPAIR) - (SDV) Sebastian & Haley

— ✧ warnings: Public Sex, Hair Pulling, dom seb, Drool/Saliva, petname princess, Creampie, Friends With Benefits — ✧ word count: 1,471 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Sebastian tugs on her hair hard enough to cause a yelp to rip through her, her pretty manicured nailed hand flying to cover her mouth as she scolds him in a hushed tone to "Hurry. Up!" Her legs shaking with his unfair thrusts, half bent against the wall with her ass stuck out for him to bounce into, and her hair surely left a mess that she'll have to fix with her pocket mirror with all of his possessive grabbing and pulling. He scoffs at her reprimand, pointedly pulling her hair just a little bit more to remind her whos cock she's squirming on, gritting his teeth at the lewd mumble falling from her lips. It's not Alex's cock that's making her feel so good, like how many of the town assumes. But his. His fat leaking cock is the only one she'll beg for, just like she was a few minutes prior at the saloon bar, pretending to ask for computer help in their secret code to fuck.

"I'm tryin', princess." He huffs, equally trying to keep his voice hushed enough to remain hidden in the secret back area of the saloon but fuck if Haley aint tight. Hugging his cock so well, leaving him a little breathless if he's honest — which he's not. Attempting to keep up his dominant attitude for Haley's sake, knowing that she likes it when he's rough and greedy, but it's difficult when her princess pussy sucks him so well. Especially in public like this, the danger of getting caught being sent right to his leaking tip as he imagines the horror of everyones faces when seeing Miss Haley getting railed by his unassuming self. Though, he knows better than to force Haley to endure that, part of their friends with benefits deal being to keep it a secret. He doesn't mind, enjoys the taboo nature that comes with fucking miss popular, snapping his hips up particularly well as she struggles to keep herself composed, her legs wobbling with his every thrust as a sign that she's close.

"Nuh-uh-" He whispers, leaning over her pretty ass to pant directly down her ear. "Not yet, don't you dare." His tone warning, the resulting whine from Haley letting him know that she's aware of what he means. She's dangerously close to cumming, clawing at the old wooden wall to distract herself from how fast Sebastian fucks his cock into her, how full his fat length makes her feel, but she really is a princess after all. Body getting exactly what she wants regardless of her muted moans. Her cunt tightly choking his cock with need for his seed, her eyes rolled back with her head that Sebastian instantly takes advantage off. Latching on, greedily holding and squeezing at her hips as he tongues at her neck, grumbling when Haley gasps "Don't leave a mark! Idiot!" The same old spiel, but he teases her with little nibbles here and there because she likes it. And he knows she likes it by how tight her cunts gets at the grazing of his teeth, trembling on his cock so nicely that his hips stutter into her hole. The soft wet squelch of his desperate fucks filling the room, mixing with his heavy breaths and the barely there creaks of the old floorboard. He can't focus on anything else but how cute Haley sounds when trying to hold back though, bouncing her ass back against his cock to speed up the process.

There's just something about the way Sebastian fucks her so uncaringly. Unrelenting in his thrusts, unbothered about the mess he leaves her in, fucking into her like it's both his first and last time he'll ever be treated to her cunt. It's so good. Slick gushing from her cunt and coating his cock as a show of appreciation for how rough and rude he treats her, unlike how every other fuck has treated her before. All teeth and nails, fucking her ass back as much as he humps into her, her body feeling weak enough for him to have to hold upright else she's liable to fall into the puddle of pre below her. Mind numb as a result of being treated as nothing more than a hole, Sebastian's fast fucks convincing her to let go for a moment and to just feel good. The dirty emo pervert truly fucking her dumb, even if just for a moment, her cunt threatening to cream his cock if he just goes a little faster, a little deeper. Coaxing her back on his cock with the soft coos of praise he utters against her in-between his own sighs of pleasure.

"Doin' so good princess." he hums, and though she generally loathes the nickname under normal circumstances, something about the way Sebastian drawls it with his eager fucks has her wetter than ever, muffling her whines for release by covering her mouth with her palm like the good girl Sebastian's cock forced her to be. She'd even beg if she were able to, but having sex next to mutual friends disallows even the smallest squeak in fear of getting caught. "Gettin' s'tight. Fuck, you wanna cum, yeah?" He slurs and she can feel the mark of saliva trickling down her neck he leaves. Gross. Hot. Like in the way that cheap motels are. Filthy, dirty, but heavenly after a long hard week. A guilty pleasure of hers, quickly nodding yes! as Sebastian takes to circling his cock inside of her, grinding his sensitive tip right against her sweet spot the way he knows she likes. Not tender at all, but fraught with need, his cock trembling, balls aching to release inside of her pretty princess cunt to leave a reminder of himself. That, and he doesn't think leaving a bigger mess on the floor than he already has would be appreciated by Gus, and he surely can't stain Haley's clothes. "Kay, c'mere." He huffs, roughly forcing Haley to stand upright, her cunt tighter at the new angle and he instinctively fucks a few times into the feeling before settling into a deep and slow pace. One he matches with a finger against her slit, stroking tight circles on her puffy clit that leave her shaking.

Her voice is strained, all high pitched and fuckin' pretty. A reminder to himself as to why he keeps coming back to her, cute moans for him to keep going. "Seb! Ah- Jus' like that-" She cries, turning her head to look more directly at him with her chest shoved against the wall. She's not sure what comes over her, and Sebastian is just as confused for a second, though quickly collects himself and stutters his hips into her little cunt again. They stare for a moment, taking in each others almost pained expressions until Sebastian gives in the little that Haley refuses, always chasing and looking after his princess as he closes the distance. Kissing her lightly, not enough to commit to the act but enough to push her off the edge which subsequently causes him to shoot his load into her convulsing cunt too, drowning in each other for that split second of care.

All messy but quiet. Swallowing each others moans as her cunt swallows his cock, fucking his seed into her tight hole as she presents herself for his taking, shoving her ass back against him that he obsessively squeezes. Haley chokes on a loud moan, silently gasping at how good it feels to finally cum, her insides wrapped so nice and tight around Sebastian's cock that he's forced to hide his own groans against her neck, salivating all over her skin just to try and shut himself up while he fucks himself to completion. Milking inside her pretty cunt, marking her from the inside since he's disallowed to do so on the outside.

They stay like that for a while, Haley doing her best to fix her hair once she's calmed enough and Sebastian propping himself up with a hand flat against the wall, waiting for his cock to settle. "Thanks for the uh... Computer help." Haley breathlessly adds, cringing at the wet feeling dripping down her thighs. Nasty man, she thinks, but she can't deny that it feels satisfying too.

"Anytime." Sebastian nods, letting his cock slip free from her cunt as he softens enough to let her wobble away, dragging her soaked panties back up just to leave them even dirtier than they were before with his leaking cum. "And I mean it." He whistles, sorting himself up as she walks away without even a second glance back. Causes him to smile, hands back in his hoodie pocket as he attempts to think of a believable enough lie to tell his friends as to why he was gone for so long.

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚 ♡︎

anon asked: may i request sub xiao with small dick but you keep teasing him?

characters: sub!xiao x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, a mix of praises and degrading, dacryphillia, dumbification, feminization

notes: yes yeeess YEEEEESSSS!! finally someone gets it!!! xiao has a small dick and you can’t change my mind!!! also i went with head cannons format for this one, i hope it’s okay anon😚♥️

third repost bc tumblr can’t stop me

first of yes yes yes xiao has a small dick and it’s fucking cute

at first he would be incredibly worried because what if you don’t like his small cock? what if he can’t meet your expectations??

but you reassured him that it was okay and you just love him regardless of it

it’s so small and cute you don’t even have to move your hands

just wrapping your big, warm, calloused hand around his little cocklet would have him throwing his head back, mewling and blubbering about some drunken shit♡︎

“unngyaa~! b-big! big big! y-your handd~ too big! gYAANN!”

like i said before he would get overstimulated very very easily very quick without you even trying

his cock is so cute and small, it would barely hit the back of your throat

so completely swallow his cock and just lazily twirl your tongue over the tip, it would have him thrashing around, hands scrambling to grab anything anything! to at least get his mind back together

“HAAAH! h-hottt~ [name]! your mo-ownng! mouth shoo hot! annh~ hwaAA! C-CUM! CUMING! CUMINGCUMINGCUMING-!!”

easily becomes a pleasure-drunk, blabbering, sobbing mess

he’s just so kfjwkjdjdnd

saying his sweet little popsicle can’t fill you up, how it’s so adorable when it twitches, how you could just suck on them all day like it’s an actual sweet will have him sobbing either from his fucked up brain too slow to comprehend anything or how he just feels so good he doesn’t know if he should thank you or say how mean you are

today was your birthday, as mortals calls it, but it seemed like you yourself forgot about it. so it means the responsibility to gift you a happy birthday gift you would surely enjoy was up to your sweet loving boyfriend! hut the problem was, xiao sucks at choosing gifts. so he asked around from the people closest to him.

zhongli suggested that mortals seemed to enjoy home-made food from their loved ones is greatly cherished, sadly the yaksha cant cook for the life of him.

ganyu recommended a flower bouquet of all the local specialties of liyue but he always brings you a flower back from his nightly duties.

the traveler and paimon said a birthday cake and a song is a traditional gift and a common practiced ritual but where would the adepti buy the cake? it also was another minus point that he can’t socialize.

verr however said something he knows you’ll absolutely enjoy would be the best gift. something that makes you perk up with sparkles in your eyes. and the very first thing that popped into xiao’s mind was an interesting idea.

stepping into the small nest/room that belongs to you and your lovely yaksha, this was definitely not what you were expecting but still a welcome gift.

sitting on your shared pile of fluffy pillows and blankets was the ethereal adepti, with only a cute lingerie. a soft blush pink bra that only seemed to highlight his pink nipples more, a lace see through tiny panties that barely covered his cocklet and a cute cat ears.

“uhmm h-happy birthday, love” shyly spreading his legs apart for you to admire him in all his glory, xiao looked away with his face blooming in colors.

“well, thank you for the food and the gift” diving in to capture his lips in a hungry kiss, this was definitely the best gift you ever had.

sucking dark hickies on his chest, setting him on your lap and making him move back and forth, kissing him until he can’t even breath - all of this has been going on for a long enough time yet you still haven’t touched him!

“nngh [name] please? p-pleaseee touch my-my cok too!” xiao was on the verge of crying. whenever you two would make love, you always satisfy him but you weren’t budging to any of his pleas tonight.

“hmm? but i’m the birthday boss right? so i can do whatever i want right, xiao?” tapping his angry red tip you feigned innocence. it wasn’t fair! he just wanted to feel good!

“p-please? pretty please? touch m-my cock too?” guiding your fingers to run up and down on his cocklet, the pretty yaksha started whining helplessly.

chuckling at his desperation you guessed you could be a bit nicer. by nicer you meant only kissing his pathetic dick through the panties until it got completely wet and ruined.

“noooo! no no no no! [name]~ please? pretty p-please? i’ll be-i’ll be good. please… sniff” now he was crying. well you supposed you were cruel to him far too long. taking his whole length into your mouth, you lazily started to suck on the yakshas cock. he was so cute, trashing his legs all around the place, clawing at the sheets, a jumbled mess of “thank you”-s and “s-shoo good! sho good! sogoodsogood♡︎♡︎”-s tumbling out of his mouth. soon enough he came with a loud squeal but you only continued to suck on his precious tiny cock.

“nyaah! nooo~ i-i came! i awll-HYAAAGK~ [name]~! c-cum! cum! gUUHH~!” slurring on his words, it seems like your sweet xiao was fucked stupid.

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough.

CW/s: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, lowkey clingy Furina, not spoilers for archon quests because this is more day to day life yk, reader enables her clinginess too much, brief mentions of Neuvi being a tired father figure to this clingy and very dramatic miss girl

NOTE: This is a prompt from this list right here, and I plan on making a touch starved mini series ft. various genshin chars and what prompt fits them. If the same prompt fits them though, I might just do both chars with them lol. It's a new format so I'm hoping that this will look v good and not be a mess.

"Furina, we've been in bed for an hour now. I'm sure you have things to do than keep me captive, do you?"

"Mm... I know, but I want to keep holding you just a bit longer. Besides, it's so early..."

You sometimes forget how Furina isn't suited to be a morning person, and especially with her job as an actress. However, seeing her act like a tired child reminded you that yes, she was still human.

... And yes, she despises waking up early to deal with her agenda of being an actress. Er, maybe a returning actress will suffice.

Sighing, you moved over to spoon her in your arms. You knew that it wasn't often that she would be so clingy, so even if you were grumbling about it now... You can't lie, you love this side of her.

Who knew the flamboyant and immature Hydro Archon would act so quaint and clingy behind closed doors?

Brushing a piece of her hair away, you couldn't help but smile. Feeling your hand trace her cheek, her eyes flitted over to you, the mismatched and heterochromatic hues greeting your own.

They reminded you so much of tear drops. It was beautiful.

".. What's the matter? Is my hair—" she stopped to yawn, "—a mess...?"

"Hah, no, no," you chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm just admiring your beauty, that's all. It's rare to have you in my arms, Furina."

Furina's cheeks seem to redden, making you poke it with a giggle.

"That, and you're always so clingy. Do you miss me when you have work to do, I wonder?"

"Hmph! Stop teasing me!" she exclaimed, hitting you lightly as a result. With a pout, she turned her body away, making you laugh a bit more at her child-like mannerisms.

"I jest, I jest," you replied, placing your chin on her shoulder as you held her a bit tighter.

... Leaning onto each other like this, just being close... It's enough for me.

"Do you, truly?"

"Hm... I am," you answered, humming. "Unless you want monsieur Neuvillette to hear what happened this morning again, hmm?"

What greeted your ears was your lover's whines as she tells you not to, and your morning has been spent with Furina complaining about how Neuvillette acts like a tired father to her recent troubles.

You couldn't help but smile, though. You can never find it in your heart to trade this moment for anything else, even for your life.

@.dxy-drxxm | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2023

[ladymegwelles]

@cecilyfitzrys

being  back  at  hampton  court  made  cecily  made  her  feel  nostalgic. not  so  long  ago,  she  briefly  called  it  'home’  or  whatever was  the  closest  semblance  to  it.  she  made  herself  comfortable in  her  grandfather’s  court  with  the  hope  that  he  would  see that  she  was  ready  to  return  to  her  own  home  however  that was  not  the  case.  cecily  has  found  herself  in  a  predicament, slowly  losing  hope  that  one  day  she  would  step  foot  back  to sheriff  hutton  castle.  she  was  never  one  to  delve  into  court politics,  having  inherited  her  father’s  distate  from  any  court politics  but  her  time  at  hamtpon  court  was  not  all  too  bad for  she  had  met  friends  who  made  her  stay  there  bearable. among  them  as  the  lady  meg  who  she  grew  fond  of  due  to their  shared  experience. “Lady welles!” the lady richmond greeted back enthusiastically, grabbing both of her hands in excitement. “i could say the same for you. it has been so long! i am so happy to see you. believe when i say my days have been so dull since i left hampton court. i hope you are well, yes? — oh we must catch up! is someone accompanying you?”

Meg could not help but giggle at the other girl's reaction to seeing her; it was not often that their older peers reacted to their friends' presence with such obvious joy, and it warmed her heart to know that Cecily's love for her was true. With all of the moving parts of the courtly system, it was, at times, difficult to gauge a person's true feelings.

She squeezed Cecily's hands lightly, allowing her smile to grow. "Then we must fill yours days to come with excitement, mustn't we? There is plenty to go around, courtesy of new arrivals and familiar faces alike." Her nose scrunched slightly and she shook her head, chocolate ringlets bouncing against her back. "It is I who am accompanying the princess, whom I have left to her own devices for the time being. Will you walk with me?"