#when gentle prodding won't work

[gierosajie]

Ngl, I hadn't expected just how similar Venti and Nahida turned out to be. Like sure I was kinda speculating about the tree cutting thing, but their other similarities was a surprise

[lis-likes-fics]

spencer reid drabble

tw: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), light swearing. 1k words.

“Fuck, Spence.”

You've been laid out across the bed for a while now, you've lost track of time between the licks and flicks of his tongue against you. You arch your back, moving into his eager mouth as you tangle your fingers in the mess of his curly brown locks.

Spencer's arms wrap tighter around your thighs, keeping you locked in as his whimper-esc moans fill the air. He's been stuck in this position for a while. You haven't kept him here, he just refuses to get up.

You've cum at least three times already, but he's insistent. You think the only thing that will stop him is a call from work, and he may even dig in one last time before pulling away from you.

Between gasps and startled whines, you manage, “You're actually– Shit! You're actually ins-sane for this. Ah!”

He won't be distracted, not even by your lovely charm. His nose taps against your clit, and he pulls his tongue from your drenched pussy just to lap at it. He takes it between precious lips and sucks like his life depends on it, like he's found the best lollipop in the world and he's completely intoxicated by it.

Your hips jerk against him, and he pushes forward just to hold you down some more, becoming even more insistent in being completely consumed by your lovely thighs at either side of his head and your lovely fingers in his hair and your lovely voice in his ears.

It's hard to speak when he treats you this well, especially when his lips are loving you so deeply. “G-God, Spence. How are you…doing this?”

It's a genuine question. You thought you would have had to tap out by now, but every time you think you're done, he drenches you in more lust than you're prepared for.

He frees one of your legs just to prod his magnificent fingers at the seam of your pussy, pressing them inside with little difficulty. You're so slick, it's easy. He grunts into you when you moan at the feeling of his fingers curling within you. He knows your body better than you, and he plays it well.

“Spence,” you whimper, your voice weak and breathy. “Spence, honey, I'm gonna cum again.”

He's so eager for it. He works harder, lips and tongue and fingers all working in tandem toward the common and glorious goal of making his perfect girl come apart again, all because he's making her feel so good.

With all the sensitivity, the overstimulation, the intensity of your adoration for him and his for you, the whatever-the-hell-number-it-is release hits you hard with white noise and static fingertips. You're dizzy with pleasure, trembling like a leaf within his grasp as he devours you like the finest wine.

You moan his name, almost certain you couldn't come up with anything else. He leans into you so much, practically folding you in half with how deeply he craves your taste. Even as your palms press to his head, wanting to push him away as the oversensitivity becomes too much to take, he keeps tasting you. Your legs shake and your whimpers grow with the continuity of your pleasure. Your fingers flex in his hair.

You're breathless by the time he pulls away from you, catching his own breath as he stares at you and sucks the rest of you from his fingers. His lips glisten, pink and swollen with the force of his effort. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes droop with the weight of his drunkenness from your sweetness.

He looks truly pathetic in the best way possible. The sight of him, his lust-blown eyes making his lovely brown almost black and licorice.

You lay lazily back against the sheets, your body limp with everything—the fatigue, the fulfillment, the last sparks of lust left in you that you're too lazy to listen to.

Spencer rests his head on your thigh, leaning into the warmth. His gentle breaths fan against your skin, and you would shiver if you had the energy to.

He plants a kiss or two there, leaning up just to find his way within your view, stopping to rest his chin at your chest.

You loll your head just enough to look at him, snorting weakly. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“So…down bad?” You can't find another word with your brain so fuzzy. He looks like he wants to devour you again.

“You're so beautiful,” is all he says, completely hypnotized by you.

You almost spread your legs again. He deserves it, after all.

“If I could move, I'd kiss you.”

He seems proud of that. He's always proud of his skills, he uses them often and well. He helps you out by kissing you himself, apparently not nearly as tired out as you as his hands take either side of your head to consume you in his kiss. You use all the energy you can muster to kiss him back. He tastes like cum. You're sure you can figure out why.

He pulls away from your lips, smiling just as drunkenly as he had before (he really does look drunk like this). “You are perfect, beautiful.”

You smile. You absolutely adore this man.

“Not so bad yourself, handsome.” You manage to kiss him, a quick little thing against his lips.

His eyes are droopy, like he's so sleepy that he'll pass out any moment. “I love you,” he admits.

You hold his face, kissing him all over. He soaks in the attention. “I love you,” you whisper against the tip of his nose.

He sits up just a bit, his grin turning into something a little devilish. “You know, when you say stuff like that, it makes me want to worship you.”

“Oh, God, not again,” you whine, ignoring the way you spread your legs just a little bit wider. It's really hard to say no to someone as cute as him, not that you would want to.

“Open up for me, sweetheart,” he says, already dipping down and shoveling your thighs into the crooks of his elbows. He looks up at you, says “Don't hold your breath”, and then dives back in like someone who's actually lost his mind.

You love him, but he's going to be the death of you. You know it in the way you arch your back off the bed and chant his name to the ceiling.

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[prttykittes]

staying anon for this bec i feel disgusting indulging in this.

i’m big on dark/dddne stuff and yet I feel terrible reading it so i’m kinda glad i found somewhere i can kindof have a place to express more extreme stuff.

anyways big sis beidou wants to be your first so right when you turn 18 she takes your virginity :3

or dad zhongli sees that your bf is not what he thinks a BF should be like to he takes him out and makes you his. i mean this is more of a possessiveness than actual NSFW. i dont know😭

Stoner kazuha roofies you (with prior consent tho w this one)

Diluc gives you too much to drink so he fucks you instead.

i have so much more.. and if i ever do come back i’ll be “:3 anon”

do what you want w any of these 💕

Woahh:0, there's alot so I tried my best to do everything blog, I won't shame anyone for liking these things kind of stuff!!<3

ෆ Big!sis Beidou, Stoner!Kazuha, dad!zhongli, diluc X Afab!Reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: multiple characters x reader, yeah

CW. Incest(father/child, Sister/slibing), smokes, weed, roofies, consent(Kazuha), dubcon(for everyone else), possessive sex(zhongli), drunk sex(Diluc), age gaps, fingering, Dom!characters x Sub!reader, reader wears pants in kazuha's part

A/N :: Multiple sexy characters :4— written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ works in link!

BIG SIS! Beidou ! — She was so happy for you! It was your birthday! She got off her boat and went to your parents house! She saw you, you were still gorgeous as ever! She tears up, she was with for 18 years, her lovely slibing.... Oh how she dreamed about this day, she wants to be your first. So she's going to take you to her boat since you had always wanted to go on the water with her! She would spent time with you on there, just you and her. She celebrated your birthday, then she asked if you wanted to go on a ride. You said yes, now your both on her boat but instead of familial love it was filled with romantical love. She was half she was your first, she at first toying with your nipples. She went lower, she can hear you breathing heavily. Your eyes are hazy, your mind cloudy. Her hand was your sex, she rubbed it. She sees your lovely juices on her fingers, she can't wait to claim you as hers. Her sweet, lovely slibing all hers!

STONER!Kazhu— The smell of weed brunt your nose, he was smiling at you. His hand on his chin, his eyes were slightly red. He had his eyes on you, you sat down next to him. "{Yourname}" he says, you tilt your head in confusion. He gets up, his legs slightly trembling, he wraps his arms around you. "Can I?" He said, you knew what he had wanted to do. You never went this far in your friendship with him! You did have dreams and did wish for him to like you, you also had sexual dreams about him. You can't believe what your going to do with him, he smiles. He grabs some pills, he was going to roofie you but instead of doing it without consent. He has your consent, you close your eyes and take it. You gulp and your head feels weird, your eyes become hazy. He smiles and gently lies you on the bed. He is on-top of you, he lays soft and gentle bites on your neck. He continues to do while his kisses gets lower, you close your eyes and let yourself into the pleasure. He toys with your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He pulls down your pants and touches your sex through your underwear. His finger going up and down, pressing on it. "Your so cute..." He mutters, he take soff your underwear and Lena's down and licks at your sex. He smiles when your sex twitches. He coats his fingers in your pre-cum, then he prods his finger at your hole. His fingers scissor your virgin hole, making you more open for dick. You can feel his clothed dick against your leg while he continues to finger you, after some minutes. He stops and and pulls down his pants so his underwear shows and he slides his underwear down and his dick jumps up. He aims his cock at your hole, your hole clenches around nothing as you anxiously wait for it. He grabs a condom and enters you, his hard dick inside of you. He moves once you get used of his size. The motion is lazy and tried but it still feels good. Your virgin hole is not a Virgin anymore!!!

DAD!ZHONGLI !— He doesn't deserve his sweet baby! He stares at you and your boyfriend, he isn't a boyfriend. His boyfriend ideals for you are something like him!! He angrily glares and judges your boyfriend from afar. He can't believe that you chose someone that is trash, he gets so mad that he gets rid of your boyfriend... Oh I wonder how he got so bloody and why he is covered in blood.. don't worry it's not his!!don't worry baby, no need to worry about anything~ he comforts you after you find out your boyfriend is dead, shhh.... You still have him, your daddy is always here for you!! He won't leave you, he is going to make you his, not like you weren't his from the start! His kisses start form your temple to near your lips, his hands on your thigh to inner thighs. You sniff as you lean into his touch, just enjoy his touches. he slips his hand into your pajamas pants, touching your underwear. He continues to kiss your neck, wanting to mark you with his kisses and his touches. His fingers touch your sex and he slips his hand into your underwear, he smiles as he can feel your sex being wet. He pleasures you with his touches, he can't wait to claim you for his own. Emptying his seed inside of you!

DILUC !— He watches you, you weren't this drink from the start but you know... Things change, he continues to give you more. You were worried about the drinks because you wouldn't have enough to pay but you don't care anymore. Your drunken state, it exitces him but it's only with you. He gives you two more drinks and you drink it up fast like you want to please him... Your flustered face makes him want to kiss you and fuck your face but he can't bring himself to do so~ you let out hiccups and you lay your head on the table. He cleans the empty cups and gives you one more, you grab it weakly as you managed to drink it. You rant to him about annoying people and troubles in your life, he smiles as he listens to you. Your face still on the table, your hands are in a fist but then it goes limp. He hears soft snores from you, he walks around and rubs your hips. He blows in your ear, you still don't wake up. Your body is asleep and he could take advantage of it. He groans while he moves you over to more of a comfortable spot. He takes off your lower clothing and slides down your underwear. He sticks his finger in a cup as it is soaked with the alcohol, he pushes inside of you. Your loose and not tight, your whole body being loose. He kisses your forehead and continues to finger your hole, he lets out a grunt. His dick is really hard, he pulls out his cock and aims it at your hole. He can't wait anymore, he spits on his palm and rubs it on his dick. It's unsanitary but whatever because he is going to be inside of you!! His dick enters you, he lets out a groan, he moves his hips. It feels so good, he should do this more often to you until he gains courage to ask you out!!

[villainousauthor]

The hero wrinkles their nose at smell of antiseptic wipes, at the cold feel against their skin, as the villain prepares to draw more blood. They've lost count how many vials Villain has taken at this point.

Hero winces, trying to flinch away at the inevitable sharp pinch, and Villain digs their fingers into their arm some more. They press hard, cold hands keeping them still. "If I mess up, I'll have to stick you again." They warn, voice level. Paper crinkles under where Hero sits, the soft sound filling the silence.

Hero keeps their gaze downward, the bright florescent lights over head giving them a headache. You think with how long they've been here, they would have gotten used to the ugly, artificial glare, but they miss the sun.

They look up at Villain through their lashes, who's currently too focused on their current task to notice, eyebrows pinched together as they seem deep in thought.

"I doubt you're even certified to be drawing blood in the first place." Hero ribs, voice quiet, the words light but the humor just quite not there.

Villain snorts, as they finish and pull the IV out gently. "I've seemed to be able to do it fine all these weeks." They apply the cotton bandage to the area, securing it in place, though it's honestly not necessary, the small wound already likely healed.

Hero knows they shouldn't be trying to make Villain laugh, or trying to lighten the tense air that surrounds their every interaction. They should be attempting to escape, should be fighting tooth and nail against the strange experiments their arch nemesis insists on trying, but so many failed escapes and so many weeks without the presence of any other person has them weak for any human contact they can get.

They've almost begun to mistake the way Villain grabs their arm when taking blood, the way Villain's cold hand holds their face still when swabbing their mouth, the way they stand close when checking their vitals, as misplaced forms of affection.

It's pure delusion, Hero knows this, but they crave another persons touch so much they can almost believe it. Thinking about it too much makes their head hurt more than even the obnoxious overhead lights do.

Villain takes their silence as a sign to continue speaking. "Soon enough, I'll find the secret behind how your regenerative abilities work and then I'll be unstoppable." They say cleaning up, and placing the three tubes of blood they took on the tray to their left. Hero's head swirls as they watch the swishing of the dark red liquid.

Facing them again, still standing close, Villain's eyes finally meet Hero's and their voice softens slightly when they say this next part. "I won't have to poke and prod you so much when I do." Their voice is gentle enough that Hero wants to believe them, to trust them.

Hero licks their dry lips, voice cracking slightly. "Will...will you finally let me go once you do?" The question Hero has been avoiding asking this whole time.

The question gives Villain pause, as they seem to consider it for a moment. They step closer, placing their hands on either side of where Hero sits, bracketing them in. "I could...I probably should.." Villain's voice is whisper quiet as they stand inches away, breath fanning over Hero's ear.

"But I think prefer keeping you for myself."

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

how the 141 comforts you when you're sad/stressed

* marks an option to change an endearment to boy, baby, darling, doll, etc

price knows pretty quickly when something's up with his darling. prods you gently until you settle in his arms and lets you ramble about whatever's worrying your pretty head. likes it when you're draped across his lap on the couch, head on his chest and legs dangling across his. hand on your back with gentle rubs and kisses your temple in quiet reassurance. most of the time this is accompanied by a nice snack and a quick nap. will massage your skull and remind you youre his good girl*.

johnny hates it when you're sad. sniffs out the cause like a dog and breaks the problem's legs or tries to help you through it. he's always up for some cuddles and kissing to help soothe those frayed nerves. no matter the issue he'll remind you how it's fixable and you can do it. but let's be for real y'all that doesn't last long and johnny'll fuck you until the only thing left in your brain is him, not carl from finance (jealous, possessive bastard).

simon makes himself available. he doesn't do much pushing or prodding unless you're truly avoiding him, but he's in the kitchen with your matching mugs. simon's at the stove with a sweet treat. he's beside you on the couch watching your show. when you finally cave, he'll listen with a gentle hand on you. he's plotting a murder, honestly, but he's also there to help you keep your peace. he will gossip and bitch with you to talk about a coworkers obvious misunderstanding of the assignment. good chance he will pull you into him so you can have that physical comfort too, and so you can't see his phone while he's finding their address.

kyle is on his knees. please tell him how to make it better. he's determined to fix it all, but first he's making you comfortable and trying to make you happy. fave takeout is ordered, comfort show is on, and you're propped up on the couch under your favorite blanket. kyle won't listen to any nonsense about you moving, he'll carry you to piss, baby. he's snuggled up to you, practically attached to your hip until you show signs of an improved mood. all that because you spilled your coffee on the way to work, god help you when you're actually ill. kyle just loves you sm, he can't help it.

[getodrools]

dr nanami 😫 ? hes helping u while ur husband is on the other side? plsss, love ur work! :)

NOTE. i am literally biting u nonnie ! why does a doctor role just fit him SOO well ??! ig his gaunt professionalism rlly just gets these engines going fr 🚂 … buutt thanku for requesting ! i hope u enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this. muaaah ! <3

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! reader. modern (doctor) au. breeding. infidelity. mentions of: pregnancy, babies. praising. public sex (ultrasound room). squirting x2. fingering. creampie. cervix/ womb fucking. overstimulation. | WC –> 1.0k+ est ! !

“your husband could apply some pressure riiight here.”

with a gentle poke to your tummy followed by a deep jab wiggling into the soft channel of spongy walls that flex around thick hands, you can't help but wriggle beneath him. wriggling beneath the doctor who watches how you pant out with hazed vision as he does his job. the very tempting job you inquired for after months of difficulties of getting round with baring babies for your loving husband, naoya…

and the assiduous doctor was more than willing to help, calling you in the very next day — leading to being pressed into a bed found in an ultrasound room with legs spread and a pussy being stuffed.

“juuust enough to make you cum harder.” nanami scissored with long digits ‘till squishy flesh creamed a ring to his second knuckle. even with the spurt of clear glitter rivering down a trench to his own, he saw beyond the obvious pulchritude of your cunt glistening with sappy slick; even spying through the webs that string between his fingers.

the slight tinker of metal clashing to the floor with pants crinkled below, you never grew wary or dared to question his esoteric abilities — not that it felt wrong to question, to begin with…

mr. nanami is your doctor, simply doing his job to heed your highest satisfaction — of course.

“now… it's a lot easier to get you expectant,” nanami laps a slimy tongue around soaked fingers. “see, when a woman cums, her hormone production and blood supply rises — which increases the chances of pregnancy.” he adds with a grim slash for a mouth and a handful of cock meat prodding at your side.

you've never heard of such treatment and help that can improve this process, but who were you — an unemployed housewife to a man who knows best for you to say otherwise?

though, as you lay with legs spread, your husband was never cognizant of his own truths and you didn't beg to differ. his — naoya’s, myopic stance scratched like chalk; etching along his very bitterness towards you, foaming that this was best as he sat in the very busy hall in cluelessness bordering on temerity.

but like any doctor, nanami had a clairvoyant way of knowing when a diffident patient was ready to burst out with a walloping scream for more as he stood tall between your legs. dragging your hips nearly off the edge to clap your rear against his pale pelvis.

“and, a little competition won't hurt,” your brows hook inwards, “my… sperm will get your eggs warmed up n’ ready for his later, ok?” trying hard to stay professional.

nanami smuged before aligning his thick, bulbous cock head and slowly applied pressure between your slippery folds. squishing the puffy flesh down ‘till they sucked him in with a scandalized gasp to follow.

he sheathed himself entirely into your warmth.

eyes knocking back, almost as too hard your head follows; slamming into the covers when the raw stroke of his cock rubs thickly along fleshy walls. the paper-like sheets rip trails beneath as you scrape into a fit of seeking a haven.

the ramming of every offered inch collapsed your chest; heaving into a puddle of pure bliss whilst filling the room with wet noises of slaps and clapping flesh. he was filling your spongy walls with a barreling, rhythmic pace, and at each heavy mass clapping into a full stride, he was reaching deep, “feel that?”

kento — mr. nanami, rubbed his soft prickly base against your sensitive nerves; forcing an ache of his bulbous tip poking right against your cervix. a jab and a prod, and a continuous tease up against your perk cushion raised your ongoing chorus. fevered at each bruising punch of his hips, you can feel a coil ready to spring.

with his cock rubbing in and out of you, the soft walls you tighten around his base spasm; gushing cunt spilling a new puddle beneath your ass as he fucked you raw. fucking you ‘till your mouth couldn't close for a mere second, only whines and brutal moans could escape.

“your husband might hear… do you need a second, miss?” nanami claps a barred hand between your lips as the other kept a vice that dug into the meat of your ass.

his lips tighten into a thin smile as your eyes unfocus, and he acknowledges he was fucking you in a way you never dreamed of; giving you thick dick meat was one, but a barreling pounding was another…

you shake your head and try to recollect yourself.

the pillar of his cock slowed and found its pace again once you caught your breath. a mere second that was.

dragging every inch of pleasure from your plush pussy and the aching satisfaction of having a weeping channel hug him raw was unbelievable.

squeezing his eyes to the blissful relief, he could feel a tingle at his balls.

the rapid satisfaction building at each clap of his hips, nanami dragged his heavy cock against your insides; scouring them. smashing every pleasure point before bashing at your womb. with a final gasp — from both, wet mouths, nanami’s balls tightened and were ready to pop. the rhythmic contractions from your snug tunnel was wearing him down to his final thrusts and helped him reach where he was heading…

cervix bruised and walls aching, a geyser of warm cum surged against the entrance to your womb.

nanami groaned with a resonant moan followed as he emptied out everything he had into your soft insides. filling every cavity with merciless intent of mindless-breeding.

your eyes glaze over.

shivering at the warm fill but could only suck in deep breaths between the gaps of his hand.

keeping you upright with his grasp, nanami slowly… ever so slowly, dragged his mighty cock out, and watched how the sticky mess slowly oozed from your pussy. but finally, with a lewd pop, his cock came free and bobbed downwards while a rush of baby batter came falling in drops.

he frees your mouth and followed, you gasp with a mixture of a shuttering moan and an aching whine; feeling the bruising blossom anew at your perk and now-filled womb….

“check in with me in nine or so months, alright? or unless you feel like you just need an extra boost.” your doctor takes a mental screenshot of your shivering body and plush pussy leaking milky white.

still yet, you nod your head with the last of your energy.

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[lilisettean]

Midnight Surveillance | Sylus/Reader Ramblings

About: So about Sylus and his little crow. Sylus watches you through his crow and monitors your every move through it yes... So... Here's a quick Sylus NSFW ramble...

Pairing: Sylus/Reader

Warnings: Stalking, mentioned somno. 18+ only please! Enjoy :)

Edit: Edited the formatting and some touch ups. :) Sorry for disappearing for months >< Got really discouraged when devs said they won't update mainline for a while a few months back.

Whenever he had time, or felt like it, he watched you through the eyes of his crow. Something about watching you going through your day, doing the most mundane tasks, puts him at ease.

You knew his crow was there, somewhere, watching you. You knew you should never let your guard down, even at home. And yet, sometimes you simply forgot...

Sylus merely arched his eyebrow when he saw you through your bedroom window, sleeping in your underwear. You were too tired to remember to draw the curtains perhaps, or else he wouldn't have seen you sleeping in such a... compromising state.

If he was a better man, he would've turned away, called you to tell you about your mishap, and continued with whatever he was doing. But he was not.

You were sleeping on your side, the gentle moonlight highlighted your face as you breathed through your parted lips. Sylus traced your form with his gaze, making note of the simple underwear you wore. It was nothing special, yet the sight of you like this sparked fire in his blood.

Every time you forget to draw the curtains before bedtime, you unknowingly fanned the flames the coursed through his veins, nurtured his desire to see more of you in this state.

Sometimes you would fall asleep in a flimsy towel, flopping onto your bed immediately after a shower. Sylus would watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest, his eyes always drifting to the clumsily tucked in hem of your towel.

At times he would dream about being there, watching you sleep. sometimes they were innocent dreams; with him carefully tucking you in before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you in deep into his embrace before falling asleep as well. And others.. well..

He would dream about pulling your panties to the side, dipping a finger between your folds and prod your clit as he watched your breath hitch. He also dreamt about bunching your towel up to your waist, slotting himself between your buttcheeks and slowly rutting against you while you slept peacefully, unaware of how hard he was for you.

His growing obsession with you all came to a head when one night, instead of catching you asleep without drawing the curtains again, he caught you in an even more... compromising position.

Through the dim moonlight, Sylus caught you lying on your bare stomach, touching yourself. He couldn't see your face as you were burrowing your face into your pillow, but he knew you were moaning, with how your hips perked up every so often.

Sylus was not a good man, that he knew about himself. So why be a gentleman and turn away, when the person of his midnight fantasies presents themselves to him on a silver platter?

Sylus put down all the things he was working on and dismissed everyone around him. Once alone, he made quick work of his pants, undoing it and palmed over his hardened cock.

Following the rhythm you set, he stroked himself as he watched you twitch with pleasure. He pictured himself being there with you, imagining he was prodding your clit when he ran a thumb over his leaking tip.

What he wouldn't give to have you bent over his desk at that moment. Especially when you lifted your hips even more, as though begging for someone- no not someone, him, and better only him- to join in.

Sylus snarled at the thought of you asking anyone else but him to satisfy you. He watched men vie for your attention; your neighbour, your painter friend, your childhood friends... they all wanted your eyes on them. You were so friendly to all of them... but him.

Your stubborn defiance of him, paired with his desire to take back what has been always his, fed his obsession with you. What was it that the other men in your life had, that he, the leader of the feared Onychinus, didn't?

He would never voice that out however. Instead, he would draw you in, bit by bit. He would lure you into his hold... and capture your heart and mind before you even had the chance to realize.

But those plans were for later. For now, he would make a mental note to install better listening devices onto his little crow, and enjoy the tempting sight before him.

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw headcanons - hobie brown <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: softdom!hobie, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving).

• hobie is many things, but he's not an aggressive person (..most of the time). he likes giving you princess treatment, just like you deserve.

"you look beautiful, love.. is that a new top?"

• he'll run his fingers over the fabric, toying with it before slipping a large hand underneath, giving himself access to your stomach.

"as much as i love it, it would look better bunched up on the ground.."

• and he means it, because soon enough it's tossed into the growing pile of clothes by the bed, both of you stripped down and heated.

"so pretty.. i'm gonna make you feel so good, princess."

• he'll make himself comfortable between your legs, taking one of your hands and rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb.

"just relax, let me take care of you."

• he'll start touching you carefully with his free hand, prodding at your clit and occasionally dipping his fingertips inside you. he waits till you're all full on anticipation before he really starts getting to work.

• he'll begin pumping a single finger in and out of you, pressing his lips to your clit. he'll just squeeze your hand soothingly when you thrash, trying to calm you down.

"fuck, you gotta be still.. don't move, okay? i know you can do it."

• after his teasing goes on for a while, he won't be able to help himself, taking out his finger and replacing it with his tongue.

• he'd be pressing down on your abdomen to keep you still, eating you out like a street dog lapping up scraps. he's entirely zoned in on you, your taste the only thing on his mind.

• but of course, he wouldn't stop there. when he managed to bring you to your orgasm, he'd lick up all your cum before moving his head back up, kissing you and mumbling praises in your ear.

"you taste amazing, doll. fuckin' incredible."

"i'm gonna show you exactly how much i love you.."

• you'd eventually end up on all fours, shaking as he fucked you into the bed. you were certainly in for a long, long night.

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A/N: i had sm fun with this one, sorry for robbing you of the juicy stuff, i can always do a part two :). lowkey had to rush this one. still, i hope you enjoyed, happy scrolling <3.

[iid-smile]

acne , suo hayato

x gn!reader ! the reader has acne and pimples, you and suo are in an established relationship, reader is kinda lactose intolerant, not proofread

author's note: im not even lactose so idk where milk came from??? but anywayz, uk weather sucks, the economy sucks, my sleep schedule sucks, so i wanted something i could relate to a lil yk?

"go away..." you mumble into your pillow, cuddling it impossibly closer to your body.

"it's concerning how you're not going to school, love. you never skip." suo's had remains on the door handle, but he doesn't make an attempt to open it. "are you that sick? should i get you medicine?"

"'m fine."

well, now he knows you're not. "i'm coming in, okay?" he calls out to you, opening the door at a painfully slow pace so you still have time to object. yet, as he expected, you don't, your figure still on the bed. with a quick glance around your room, he makes his way to the edge of your bed. "talk to me. you trust me, right?"

always such a tease, this guy... "don't say something like that right now."

he chuckles, taking a seat. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i thought you'd enjoy the inside joke." it's silent for a while, and a small shift of fabric catches your attention. "can i see your face?"

"no!" your response was instant. "i mean... no, no... i don't– mh..." that small sound leaves your lips as you seem to run out of things to say, wrapping your legs tighter around your pillow.

"why not? is there something wrong?" a gentle hand comes up to touch your hair, but it only ghosts over the strands slightly before pulling away. "bruise, rash, infection? any of those?"

"no..."

suo doesn't like to pry, but he knows that if he wants to get an answer out of you, then he's going to have to work for it. "i don't see why you won't let me look at you. is there something else?"

"yes, there is!"

"but you already said no to what i listed. nothing could possibly be wrong." 'or at least something i'd have to be worried about...' he thought to himself. his voice becomes more audible as he leans closer to you. "right? can i please see you?"

"don't say please like that either!"

"it's only good manners." the feigned innocence in his voice was evident.

"sneaky bastard..." you mutter, sitting up a bit. "fine. but don't be disappointed with what you see."

once you lifted your face from the pillow, suo was half expecting you to look completely different, but you just looked like... you. "huh?"

"it's bad, right?"

"what's bad?"

"do you not see them? i thought the spots are obvious..." you pick up your phone that was beside you and open up the camera. "even the smaller ones."

"oh, those?" so now he's just realising them? the pimples that were literally burning on your skin and were so big you could see them through the screen of your phone when you woke up this morning? "what's wrong with acne? it's natural."

"i don't like them, suo. don't wanna get mad fun of at school..." you poke and prod a bit at your skin, but not too much in fear of irritating it more. "messed up my skin all 'cause i wanted some cereal and hot chocolate at night. and then sat on the toilet for another hour. i seriously hate genetics."

"you still look pretty."

your mind was itching to give him a deadpan expression, but you knew he actually meant what he said. he's only ever honest with you, after all. "you're blinded by love, huh?"

"maybe. but you had me so worried you broke your nose or got a wisdom tooth pulled out." slowly, he places one of his hands over yours that was resting on your lap. "i'm not going to force you to go if you don't want to. but you really don't look any different, believe me."

"i don't know..."

for a while, suo just analyses your expression. furrowed eyebrows, pouted lips, and you're avoiding eye contact, busying yourself with your reflection. as much as you appreciate his kind words, it couldn't really make up for your before and after transformation, and he knew that. "face masks and cucumbers then?"

as he expected, your face immediately lit up. "really?!"

"really." finally, a genuine smile returns to his face, and he stands up. "you stay here until i get back and don't touch your face. we're going to have a full self-care and skincare session together."

he really does get you, even if it's something you'd never thought he'd do with you.

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[kittysarchive]

Dom or sub? Enhypen

Heeseung

Heeseung is almost always a Dom. He wants to be in control, influence how you are feeling and be the one to give it. He won't deny being a Sub however that is when he is to tired or your being a brat, he'll make you do all the work.

You cry out, bouncing harder on his cock. Why couldn't you cum? Why couldn't you please yourself on his cock. Below you, Heeseung laughed, teasing you. "P-please fuck me" You whine out, stopping your bouncing. "Why? This is what brats get" He places his arms behind his head, watching as you cry out, rolling your hips, desperate to please yourself, desperate to cum.

Jay

Being a Dom by nature, it feels weird to be below. Jay always pleasures you, his gentle or hard when he wants to be, you are his pillow princess. Unless you beg to please him, then he will always be above you, pleasing you until you scream his name out.

Small whimpers escape your mouth. He knows you are hiding your sweet noises away from him. Speeding up his thrusts, he questions it. "Why are you so quiet baby?" His thrusts speed up, he isn't the gentle jay anymore. Feeling his head prod against your sweet, your noises escape. "There we go" He laughs, groaning himself as he hears you loud and clear.

Jake

To focused in the mood to think of being below you. To focused and fucking your brains out to even have a thought of being below you. His ego and cock is to big to be below you, that's it.

"Feel good?" Jake teases, bringing a hand to gently close your mouth. You were screaming at this point. Rolling his `hips onto yours, your whines and moans escape from his mouth. It felt to good, he felt to good to shut up.

Sunghoon

He is a switch. He'll love to be on top, fucking you, feeling you scream and clench around him however he'll also like to relax, feeling your soft and small hips roll onto his, feeling your body bounce while he chills.

"So good baby" Sunghoon moans out, hands holding your waist as your roll your hips over his, pussy sucking in his cock. "So good" He repeats, closing his eyes as your hands grip his chest. Moaning yourself, your continuing to roll your hips over his. Pussy gliding over his full and heavy balls, he whines out. He just wants to cum, but he had to wait until the very end. You just felt to good.

Sunoo

Sub. Do I even have to say? Like all men there will be times where he wants to be above however he wants you to care for him, to please him and to be his mommy. He'll be your pillow prince.

Pathetically whining out, he griped onto your tits, squeezing them harshly and you bounced ruthlessly on his cock, pussy devouring and clenching around him. Sunoo wouldn't last long. "S-slow down" Sunoo coughs up, eyes tearing up as you clench his cock hard. You show no sign of slowing down, se on abusing his sore cock which cried out, begging to release inside of you.

Jungwon

Jungwon is a hard switch. There will be days where he forces you on the ground, ripping your panties she fucks you raw but there will be other days where he begs to taste you.

"J-just a taste" He cried out below you, tugging at you panties. Smiling above him, you gave him the green light. Diving into your pussy, he sucked you arousal out, licking it all up. Moaning into your pussy, he nose nudged your entrance, causing you to push his head further inside you. Whining more, he sucked at you clit, desperate to taste it all.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

How would the tfa and elite guard and cons react to the sparkling beans who are tiny to be hold by human hands entirely

-On Cybertron, in autobot society, sparklings are kinda seen as something to be flaunted around. Small, defenseless and time consuming, having one is almost a status symbol, a show of how much free time and resources one has to be able to have a sparkling. Going on a walk with ones sparkling is more for ones own pride than anything.

-Meanwhile, in decepticon culture, it's kind of the opposite. Since sparklings are so frail, they are kept far away from others, not hidden but not seen by anyone other than the parents or really close and trusted friends.

-For these headcanons, the sparkling is not any of the bot's, it's just one they found.

The autobots:

-Optimus is incredibly awkward around sparklings since he's never really been around them before. At the same time he's hovering around them, having a hard time putting them down once he's holding them since he's so concerned about their safety. Every time a bird flies overhead he ends up shielding them because he worried the animal will mistake them for pray and make a dive for them.

-Now, Ratchet has some experience with sparklings, despite not being a pediatrician. As such he knows how to take care of them and he's very confident with how he handles them. Thinks it's ridiculous the way Cybertron flaunts around sparklings, they aren't decorations after all.

-Bumblebee sees the sparklings more like a novelty than actual living beings, mainly because of how they are treated and seen back on Cybertron. He tries to show off how good he is at taking care of them but quickly realizes how out of his depth he is when one starts crying. Ends up begging Ratchet for help. Tries juggling them once but got promptly reprimanded for it.

-Oh, poor Bulkhead, he is really stressed out. Those sparklings are so small and he's so very big and clumsy and he doesn't dare to get close to them out of fear that he will accidentally hurt them. Finds them absolutely adorable though and will coo at them from a distance.

-Tries to act cool and in the know but Prowl has no idea how to take care of these small things. Ends up resorting to things he's seen humans do with their young and this ends up working pretty well. Fake it till you make it and all that. But because he appears so well versed with taking care of sparklings, a lot of the baby sitting duties land on him. He feels completely at a loss at what to do.

-Ultra Magnus, while he's never had one of his own, has met many sparklings in his life, mostly the spoiled young of Cybertron's elite. That's why he doesn't really raise much of a fuss when he sees one. A good temporary caretaker though, always very careful and gentle with them.

-Yeah, Sentinel is totally out of his depth here. He acts like taking care of sparklings is super easy and that he can do it no problem but the moment the sparkling so much as whimpers he dumps it on somebody else. Will take all the credit for their care though.

-While he's seen some sparklings, actually being so close to one is a totally new experience for Jazz. He finds them super cute but is also kinda stressed out by how small they are. Very protective and will use his ninja skills to keep them out of harms way.

-Oh boy, Jetfire and Jetstorm won't stop poking and prodding at the poor thing. They've never been so close to a sparkling and they are so much smaller in real life! Kinda treats it like a pet before realizing that hey, that's an actual cybertronian, maybe we should treat it like one.

The decepticons:

-Megatron doesn't dislike sparklings but he feels no particular attachment to them either. That being said, he feels the need to place them somewhere safe, somewhere secluded. It will take a while for them to grow up but he trusts that one day they will become a fine decepticon.

-Immediately, Starscream snatches them up and puts them in his cockpit. The sparkling is vulnerable out here in the open after all. Don't want to take care of them but doesn't trust anyone else to do it right so he ends up doing it.

-Depending on the personality, Blitzwing may or may not be allowed near the sparkling. Icy is given a go since he is careful enough to properly care for something so small. Hothead is allowed to watch other the sparkling but not hold them since he's too, well, hotheaded and might do something without thinking. Random is banned from even being in the same room as the little one ever since he 'joked' about them being so cute he could just gobble them up.

-Lugnut is not allowed to hold the sparkling, no matter how longingly he looks at it. He's dreamt of having a sparkling together with Strika for a long time now and he sees this as a perfect opportunity to adopt. Please, he'll be careful, let him hold it!

-As he's worked undercover on Cybertron for some time now, Shockwave knows about the autobot customs regarding sparklings and is repulsed by it. He instinctively wants to tuck it away, put it somewhere safe and locked up but knows that he can't because he needs to keep up appearances. At least his ability to shapeshift into his smaller Longarm form is good for handling small sparklings.

-As much as she tries to pretend otherwise, Blackarachnia is completely enamored with the little one. When no one is looking, she coos at is, wiggling her fingers at it. Makes a baby sling out of web and carries them around, showing them off.

[l0v3tast3]

midnight smut w toji after he comes home from work?🙈

i thank you, anon, from the bottom of my heart for requesting this. this was a very fun one to write (─‿‿─) i hope you like it!!! <3

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, somnophilia (consensual), dom!toji, size difference, size kink, abuse of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), soft!toji but turns into mean!toji, overstimulation, degradation, choking, dacryphilia, spit kink, excessive dirty talk

✎ word count: 2.6k words (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° toji knows his pretty little girlfriend doesn't like when he works late, but if he was being honest, he loves it. not the part where he has to work, but the part after that, when he comes home to you curled up on his side of the bed, face buried in his pillow while some netflix show plays quietly on your laptop.

✧ ˖ ° he pads silently past your sleeping form and into the shower. it's brief, as quick as he can be; he wants to feel the heat of your skin, not of the water that turns brackish red as it floods off of him. he barely bothers to dry himself off, just enough that you won't complain about the bed getting soaked (from water, at least), and disregards getting dressed completely. the clothes would have been off again soon anyways.

✧ ˖ ° with the laptop shut and placed on your nightstand, toji doesn't waste a second in getting his hands on you. he's gentle at first, like always, wanting you to know he would take care of you, even when he was ruining you. his hand traces the curves and accents of your face lightly, from your eyebrows to your cheekbones to your lips. the vanilla chapstick you always put on before bed smears with his thumb; he'd be kissing it off soon anyways.

✧ ˖ ° the blanket is edged off of you and toji slowly spreads your legs wide enough to wedge his broad figure in between. his calloused hands run up your smooth skin until they're at your hips, raising up toji's t-shirt that engulfs you so the lecherous grin can spread at the sight of your bare cunt.

✧ ˖ ° "such a sweet girl f'me," he mutters under his breath, rubbing soft circles into the tops of your thighs where his thumbs reached, his fingers engulfing toji's favorite part of you to stare at. it's a sight that he's certain he'll never grow bored of, seeing you bare and waiting for him, seeing how tiny and vulnerable you were under him. he ignores his cock that's been aching since before he even got home in favor of appreciating the moment.

✧ ˖ ° it's kept brief as toji brings his hands back down under your knees to lift your limp legs over his shoulders as he lays on his stomach. he's nearly drooling as his mouth hovers over your cunt. one hand spreads over your lower belly while the other locks over your plush thigh before he's licking a stripe over your slit. a low groan rolls out of his throat; you were already soaked. were you touching yourself before you fell asleep? that must be why your underwear is lying on the floor next to you.

✧ ˖ ° he's lapping at your cunt, replacing all your wetness with his spit. toji never cares about how messy he gets. he prefers it that way; it makes the noises of his cock drilling in and out of you louder. every drop that leaks from you is swallowed greedily, tongue prodding at your tiny hole, forcing itself in past your tight entrance until he retracts with a huff of a laugh. "always so fuckin' tight when ya fall asleep," he whispers, mostly to himself, his smile only dropping when he starts his onslaught of your clit.

✧ ˖ ° the hand on your thigh dips down so he can stuff his middle and ring fingers into you. toji's tongue moves in languid circles around the bundle of nerves while he drags the digits in and out, working you open so he doesn't hurt you too much.

✧ ˖ ° you're stirring by now, breaths coming out sharper and more ragged, hands searching for the disturbance of your rest. they find purchase in his damp hair and on his back as your eyes blink open hazily. "mmn, toji?" you rasp, swallowing hard and almost choking when he buries his fingers to his knuckles. his tongue swipes roughly over your clit just to feel your hips jerk under him before he turns his head to plant a wet kiss on your thigh.

✧ ˖ ° "'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?" toji asks with a teasing lilt. you don't get the chance to answer; his mouth is latched back onto your cunt as soon as he's done speaking.

✧ ˖ ° you can barely process the heat already half-built in the pit of your stomach, already spreading to make your legs twitch and tremble, to make your nails dig into his skin and tug at his hair. the daze of sleep still fogs your brain, making you unable to form the words to tell toji you were already about to cum.

✧ ˖ ° he knows, of course. he'd felt your cunt around his fingers, his tongue, his cock too many times to not have the squeeze of your walls memorized. toji knows how to toy with your body as easily as he did his weapons. he knows that when he adds a third finger to the ones pumping more steadily now and sucks on your clit just a little harder you'll cum, so that's just what he does.

✧ ˖ ° the fire that had been built quicker than you could realize takes over your whole body; you can't think, can't breathe, paralyzed by the blinding pleasure toji so eagerly gives you. he's drinking every drop of cum you gush out, moaning into your pussy, mumbling mostly to himself how sweet you were, how hungry he'd been all day, how happy he was to finally be home. a gasped moan forces it's way out of you as soon as your lungs are able to move again. your grip tightens on him when he continues as you come down, but your whine seems to get through to him and he draws away, sucking his dripping-wet fingers clean as soon as he takes them out of you.

✧ ˖ ° toji's raining kisses on your thighs, the hand that was just keeping your arching back down rubbing across your stomach and between your breasts. it moves up to cup your face as his mouth trails after it, making you giggle softly when his lips tickle your jaw. he can see how heavy your eyelids are as the fog thickens in your head again, how you can barely keep your arms lifted to run your hands over his neck and through his hair.

✧ ˖ ° "hmm, did such a good job f'me, sweetheart. ya look tired now, princess, d'ya wanna go back to sleep?" he murmurs as he hovers over you, taking in your dreamy expression with hooded eyes. you nod absently with a hum as you nuzzle the side of your face into his hand; your limbs were just so heavy, so drained of any energy you may have had. if someone asked, toji would say that of course he feels bad about how he's about to twist the adorable look on you, but the sadistic smile that you're too semi-conscious to notice says otherwise. "go back to sleep, pretty girl, it's alright," he coos.

✧ ˖ ° your hands are nearly slipping away from him while he spits into his hand, rubbing it over his rock-hard dick along with your slick still covering him to his wrist and the pre-cum leaking out steadily. just the feeling of your tight entrance as he lines up his tip is a relief to him, melting whatever is left of the tension in his muscles. toji takes one last look at you dozing off, the hand still cupping your face moving down to wrap around your neck, fingers nearly touching without applying any pressure. then he shoves his cock halfway into you.

✧ ˖ ° the air is forced out of both toji's and your lungs, yours in a sharp gasp, his in a moan of pure bliss. the spasms of your walls as your dumbed-down brain tries to catch up make him go mad, sweating at the effort it took to not completely ram into you. he's panting over you, nose-to-nose as he grins and laughs breathily at the state you're in.

✧ ˖ ° you're held down from completely arching off of the bed by the hand still on your neck, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your eyes fly open. toji hadn't been kidding; you're always so tight when you fall asleep, cramped walls making his self-control break down by the millisecond and making you already feel stuffed full. the sting that always follows after he drives into you has tears pricking the corner of your eyes, and toji coos down at you again, his mocking tone much more blatant.

✧ ˖ ° "hah, pretty little baby still too tired to say anything? too dumb from half my dick? don't worry, princess, we'll make the rest of it fit. always find a way, don't we?" you're holding onto the arm connected to your throat and your legs wrap around his hips as tight as they can as a desperate way to ground yourself as your brain goes haywire. toji keeps pushing his hips forward, bullying his length further and further into you, talking you through it all. "almost there doll, doin' so good f' me- shit, so fuckin' tight. you love when i wake you up like this, don't ya? yeah ya do, you love being my little fucktoy. you love when i use you whenever i want, right? right, princess?"

✧ ˖ ° it's all so much, he overpowers every one of your senses, taking over your body by flooding it with sweet pain and hot pleasure. you can barely hear what he's saying over his dick emptying your head, much less able to respond to him. but you try, you try to make your head nod up and down, try to push out anything other than whimpers and muddled moans, but toji shoves the last couple of inches into you just as you're about to.

✧ ˖ ° a mix of a taunting laugh and drawn-out moan come from him as your chest presses up against his, teary eyes widening as you cry out, nails digging into whatever skin of his you can reach to leave welting lines that make toji so happy to see in the mirror. you're so completely full; every time toji bottoms out in you feels like the first time, but when he has you like this, your body still so sensitive from your rest and cumming just a couple of minutes ago, it's so much more.

✧ ˖ ° "ple-ease- ple- toji, ah! wai- nngh!" your vocal chords finally catch up as he starts grinding his hips down against yours in the way he knows drives you crazy. the mess of pleas you whine between gasps are just fuel for the sick smile to spread further across his face; this is exactly what he needed after a long, hard day at work.

✧ ˖ ° "awh, poor little girl, is it too much? mm, it is? that's too bad, sweetie. you're gonna take it anyways. i know you can, you are my good little whore, aren't you? yeah ya are." the tears that had been threatening to spill finally do as he starts slowly dragging his thick cock out until just his tip remains and pushing back in and he laughs again, still hovering face-to-face with you. toji's tongue laps up the salty water, drinking it gleefully. "don't cry, princess, you're takin' it so well, see? my big dick's fittin' allll the way in- fuck- pussy's grippin' me so hard, don't wanna let go of me, do ya? don't worry, gonna keep ya on my cock 'til morning."

✧ ˖ ° he's slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts, gradually enough that you don't even realize until your eyes are rolling up into your skull, body jolting as he keeps you in place with the hand still locked around your neck. you're clinging onto him for dear life as he's smacking his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass wetly. obscene sounds of your sexes meeting fill the room just as the smell of it has; it's so loud, you and toji are both so loud that you're sure the entire street can hear you. neither of you care (toji hopes they can all hear how good he's fucking you).

✧ ˖ ° when you're able to open your eyes again toji is still there above you, watching your every expression with a look that speaks for how much his ego is being fed. he's right there, practically nose-to-nose with you, and all you want to do is press your lips to his, swallow his gravelly groans and briefly stop the words flooding from his mouth that filled your head like cotton. except he won't let you move; tilting your head up only serves to make you cut off your own air against his palm as he leans his head back just out of reach.

✧ ˖ ° his hooded eyes and cocky grin shows you how much he loves how easily he can have control over you. toji loves feeling your dainty neck strain against his hand, loves watching how desperate you are to kiss him, loves how you jerk and writhe under him and hearing how you whine. instead of giving into you, his hand slides up to grip your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks just enough to open your mouth. your tongue hangs out as he lets his do the same, dripping trails of spit down for you to swallow between pants.

✧ ˖ ° "fuuuck, such a good slut, all f' me. you love being my slut, right princess? i know ya do, don't even hav'ta say it." toji gives a particularly harsh thrust, chuckling when you whimper as he stops to sit up. knees pushing under your back to lift your lower body, he takes your legs and presses them against your chest to fold you in half. as soon as he's got you how he wants you, his hips are snapping back against yours again and you wail.

✧ ˖ ° the fact of how sore you'll be come morning is disregarded quickly as you melt into a boneless puddle under him. you can't do anything except weakly claw at the sheets while he holds you down by your legs, toji's fat cock digging deep to hit every spot there was inside you. "already gonna cum again, huh? gettin' even fuckin' tighter around me, god! wanna cum, doll? c'mon, tell me. you can do it, sweetie, you were just bein' a good girl f' me- hah- where'd that go?"

✧ ˖ ° you're looking up at him, fighting to keep your eyes open and to try to form words, any words that could tell him what you wanted. it was just difficult with how unrelentingly he was filling you over and over and over again. you felt like toji was quicksand that you were sinking into, enveloping you completely and suffocating you in the best way possible.

✧ ˖ ° "haa- please-! pl- ah! i wan-" was all it took from you for him to bury himself completely in you and start grinding down again. a thumb comes down to rub hard against your clit and your body goes numb, stock-still save for your eyes rolling back. the words he's still saying are muddled, as if you're underwater.

✧ ˖ ° "...-gotta wake up, princess. there she is! fucked ya too good, hah! rude of ya to pass out on me like that, little girl. i still haven't cum yet."

[scarletwinterxx]

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"This is so not fair"

"What?" your boyfriend blinks back at you with his doe eyes, knowing full well what this does to you

"You can't use that every time you're trying to win, Josh" you grumble, hitting him playfully with a pillow. He blocks it with his arm, laughing at your annoyed but cute expression, clearly he's having more fun than you.

There are so many things Joshua does that makes your knees go weak. The moment you met him you knew you were in deep deep trouble. It was hard not to get swayed while staring in his eyes when they say so much.

Even before, you can never keep eye contact with him because if you do you'd end up a blushing mess. His eyes confessed to you first, and you stared right back getting lost along side him.

Your relationship with him is like those cliche movies and cute scenes in books you only dreamt of happening to you, then along came him and made those into reality.

Like how can you not think he's the cutest human ever when he made a beaded bracelet with his number on it and gave it to you because he was too shy and too much of a gentleman to ask, how he held pinkies with you on your first date while walking around the park, or how he giggled (yes, this man straight up giggled) the first time you kissed.

Every thing he does is an arrow shot straight to your heart. He might not be aware of it but he got you on the palm of his hand. You can't even argue with him because the moment you see his sad eyes and pouty lips, you're already waiving the white flag.

You thought it would be scary for someone to have this much power over you, but not Joshua. He's honest, gentle and kind through and through. In a world of boys, he really is the gentleman.

He never did anything to make you feel uncomfortable or angry or upset, sure there are little arguments here and there but he will never let a day end without making sure you two are okay.

Most often you would say he's too kind for this world, all you get is a shake of his head and a smile. It's just who is he is. Not a single mean bone in his body. You would fight the world for him, always his number one defender and he loves that about you.

Why would he care if the world was mean to him when he got you on his side?

That's all that matters to him anyways.

"Do you ever get angry?" you ask

"Of course, I do" he answer with a chuckle, prompting you to raise your brow at him

"I've never seen you angry, is that a bad sign? They say you should see your partner angry to see that side of them or whatnot"

"I just never find any reason to be. I feel upset, I do. But then I resolve it. It takes too much energy to be angry, life's too short for that don't you think"

"Okay but like what if someone insults you?" you prod

"Do they know me?" he asks back "Just hypothetically"

"But like what's the scenario" "Oh come on, indulge me for a moment will you" you say, getting annoyed at your boyfriend but he just laughs. You always look cute when he annoys you, wishing he could keep you in his pocket all the time.

"Okay let's change it then, let's say we're walking out at night and someone says something about me-" "Well that's different, darling. They won't even finish the sentence, I'm already walking up to them" he cuts you off, even though it's just a made up scenario he already feels a bit mad at the thought of someone disrespecting you

"And what? Fight them?"

He doesn't say anything for a while, staring back at you like he's making you read his mind. Then he pulls you by the arm until you're cuddled against him.

"They can hurt me any way they want, I can handle that. But you, I'd lose my mind if anything happens to you. I can't even imagine it, it's making me mad"

Looking up at him, you see the change in his expression "Oh love, I didn't mean to upset you. Sorry" you mumble, smoothing the crease in between his brows

"No need to be sorry, it's the truth. I treat you with nothing but love and respect, I can't have some stranger treat you any less"

Your lips immediately form a pout when you hear his words. Your sweet sweet boy.

"You really love me huh" you whisper

He looks down at you, his expression quickly changes when he sees your cheeks squished against his chest and the cute pout on your lips. Like a little cute dumpling.

Leaning down to give your cheek a few pecks, "A little bit more than how much you love me"

You laugh at that, you never doubted your feelings about him. You know you love him so much, every single cell in your body knows that. "Sounds impossble"

"Oh you disagree? Lovely, we can sit here all day and talk about all the things I love about you. I can go on and on and on"

"Okay okay fine I get it, I thought you don't like arguing" you tease him

"I like arguing with you like this because I know I'll win"

"Okay Mr. Confident"

"I'm only telling the truth. Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong" this time he's he one teasing, knowing full well you're weak for his stare

"Not fair, you can look at me and I'd say yes to anything"

"Anything?"

You pinch his side, earning a yelp and a laugh from your boyfriend. Then he hugs you again, holding your hand his time so you don't get any ideas.

"Want to know something? I feel the same, the moment you looked at me I knew I was going to be yours for the rest of this lifetime" he whispers

He tucks your hair behind your ears to see you eyes more, leaning down again to give your nose a peck "You had me the moment we met"

You smile at him before stretching your head to meet your lips with his, feeling him smile during the kiss. You don't say anything, you just let him feel all the emotions that are too big for any word in any language.

Exchanging I love you's through kisses.

[boytoyhalo]

Contrary to what you might expect, Fit isn't the one who ends up finding Pac's pelt - it's Ramon. He finds it tucked into it's usual hiding spot while he's looking for Richas during a game of hide and seek. Pac is with Fit when it happens, taking in the view from the top of the lighthouse in companionable silence while he works on some simple repairs. There's only maybe 10 minutes between the initial, violent wave of shivers that wrack his body as his skin is touched for the first time in years and the moment Ramon runs in, calling shakily for fit through wet sobs, and Pac spends all 10 of those minutes fighting to maintain his composure through the panic attack that tries to overtake him.

By the time Ramon bursts in, clutching the pelt tightly to his heaving chest and babbling an explanation to his concerned father (who of course abandons his work the minute he hears his son's distraught voice) He's managed to calm himself down a bit - but he's barely managed that, let alone come up with a plan. And despite his initial relief that it's Ramon whose found it instead of any of the many worse things that could have, his panic returns in full as Fit gingerly take the skin from his crying child and he realizes that it's already too late for him to salvage this; no matter what he does, his cover is blown. There's no way he can ask for the pelt in a way that won't raise suspicion, and he certainly can't steal it. His only options are to submit and accept his fate of being Fit's property forever, or to explain what he is and pray that he's kind enough to not only believe him but grant him his autonomy, instead of doing what any reasonable person would do and using his "discovery" to his advantage.

Pac.... he trusts Fit, as much as can trust a human, but that's just it: at the end of the day, Fit is human. Pac knows humans, he knows their greed and their cruelty and their innate instinct to hoard anything that gives them advantage over their peers - to capture and poke and prod and kill. He thinks, a bit deliriously, that maybe the best way out now is death - he'd much rather die than surrender his autonomy and deal with the relentless itch of his human form forever, or see his friend become everything he's feared he would be.

The feeling of somebody touching the pelt is. not painful exactly, nor exactly pleasant, but it's..... invasive. intimate. It feels like somebody reaching into Pac's chest and physically touching the deepest parts of his soul, parts that are meant to stay hidden and protected - like having every single painstakingly crafted layer of defense stripped away from him at once.

The few humans (ones that he tries not to remember) who have held Pac's skin before had bled enough of their motives through to leave a gross, sticky residue on his violated conscience, one that only got worse and worse as his captors fully realized and utilized their power. He had fought hard to escape those people, had sacrificed so much for his freedom, he can't go back to that - But Fit is carefully stroking the dark fur along his spine with gentle melancholy, eyes sad and brows furrowed; it sends an icy cold fire through Pac's nervous system, viscerally uncomfortable in a new way that he doesn't know how to deal with.

"Who did this?" Fit mutters, curiosity almost evident enough to completely drown the hint of sorrow in his tone. "It's well preserved..." he brushes a thumb back and forth absentmindedly as he inspects the skin on the inside of the pelt. Pac has to lock his whole body in place to suppress the gasp that tries to escape him. "This has to be one of those seals from that one pod that likes to hang around, right? That's a real shame, I like those guys a lot. But, we saw them all together yesterday didn't we...?"

Ramon's whimpers wobble their way back into sobs, and Fit takes his eyes off the grey fur to focus on comforting his son with soft whispers, promises that he'll find whoever skinned the animal and make sure it never happens again. He places the pelt behind him, out of sight from both him and Ramon as he takes the poor kid into his arms; Pac can finally breathe just enough to speak, and he jumps on the opportunity before it can disappear again.

"Can I- Can I take it?" He chokes out, distress far more evident than he would like. Two faces swivel to look at him with twin looks of confusion, Ramon's features still quivering in an attempt to reign themselves in. Pac swallows, doing his best to dislodge the knives in his throat before trying again. "Can I have the pelt. Please? Fit?" He looks at the ex-soldier, trying not to let his desperation bleed into his eyes.

"Uh." Fit hesitates, bewilderment visibly growing by the second as he studies Pac. The selkie sends a prayer to every god of every religion he can think of. "Why?" He draws out the end of the word slowly.

"I just- I mean it- I'm just..." Fit's eyes would be completely invisible if his brow were furrowed any deeper. Deep breath. He turns his gaze to Ramon. "I'm going to return it! There's a seal out there somewhere missing it's skin, he's probably- probably cold, you know?" He knows the wide smile he puts on is completely see-through, probably even more so than it feels from the way Fit is staring at him. He's a few seconds away from cracking his voice open pathetically on another "please" When the unsure twist of his friends mouth softens into a small smile; a little bit more real but equally as see through as Pac's own.

"Okay. Yeah," He says simply, looking back to Ramon. "See, everything's gonna be okay! Pac is gonna give the seal his skin back! Hey, maybe as reward for getting it back to him he'll let you ride on his back, yeah?" Pac is frozen in shock, speechless as his plea dies in his throat. What? Ramon glares at his father, deadpan.

"It's dead, Fit." Fit sighs, letting his joking face fall away to look at him seriously.

"I know baby boy, but- these things... they are what they are, y'know? we can't change them we just have to- we have to make some space between us and our emotions." The last sentence is slower, sounding almost rehearsed in its meticulousness. Ramon's sniffles have softened a bit, and he's looking at his dad tiredly. "I'll tell you what, why don't we let Pac take the fur away and go find Richarlyson, we can go back to the house and I'll read to you guys, or you can draw or whatever you need to do. And when you feel a little bit better you can decide whether you want to keep it, or do something with it, or throw it away. But until then, it'll be out of sight out of mind, ok?" Ramon sighs and nods, burying his head in fits shoulder and wrapping his little arms around him. "That's my boy. Come on, let's go find Richas- thank you so much Pac."

Pac startles as he's acknowledged, brain still stuck on Fit agreeing to give him his pelt back. "Wait, really? I mean- uh- you're sure?" There's still skeptical curiosity behind Fits gaze as he looks over his shoulder at him from the where he now stands in the doorway, an arm under Ramons legs where they wrap around his waist - he still doesn't buy it, Pac can tell. But he just gives him a single nod - he's really letting me take it? Just like that? "I- I mean. Yeah, no problem! Thank you!" He's too stunned and too relieved to pay mind to his own awkwardness. Fit grunts an acknowledgment and turns back to the door, continuing to walk.

"We'll see you later, then. Meet us back at the house when you can."

"Sounds good! Bye fit, bye Ramon!" Pac is glad Fit's back is turned so he can't see how hard he's shaking. The minute the door closes he's on his knees scrambling over to his discarded pelt, gasping as his fingers clutch it and his world finally settles back into place, lungs filling with air for what feels like the first time in hours. He had fully, wholeheartedly expected to be trapped or to at least - well. whatever he was expecting, it certainly wasn't that. To be set free, no questions asked. He drops his head down to sigh into the soft fur, feeling like every drop of energy has been wrung out of him. He can agonize over Fit's choice and the wrench it's just thrown into the knowledge of humans that he thought he had later. Right now, he wants nothing more than to slip into his skin and dive into the cold comfort of the water; the itch that usually starts slow after a full day of wearing his human one has come early and at full force. He prepares himself to ask Forever to cover dinner with Fit tonight, not sure he'll be able to stomach walking on dry land for the next few days.

-

Some time later - around 19 days later, not that Pac had been counting - he finds the courage to ask Fit the question that's been tormenting him.

"Why did you let me take it?" Fit glances at him, idly flipping the smooth, flat stone he'd been weighing in his hand. The last strokes of sunset paint the horizon in soft purples and pinks. Ramon and Richas are asleep in a pile that's just visible to where the two men stand on the shore outside Ramon's bedroom window, tired after a long day of insisting on helping Fit with his work.

"What do you mean?" He asks genuinely. The selkie takes a second to steel his nerves, willing himself not to back out.

"The seal pelt. You let me take it - Why?" There's a beat of silence as Fit studies his face before turning back to the ocean, expression unreadable.

"You asked for it," he says simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"But-" Pac sputters. "But I didn't give you a reason? I-" I was on the verge of tears. I was scared. I was lying. You knew there had to be a reason. Fit shrugs lightly, finally tossing the stone. Pac watches it skim across the surface of the water.

"Made Ramon stop crying. That's reason enough for me." The stone skips 1, 2, 3 times before it sinks into the water with a plop.

"Fit..." Pac's voice breaks a little bit. He's pleading, though he's not sure what for. Fit looks at him for a few second, concerned. His face grows serious before he turns back to the water.

"You've been keeping secrets from the beginning, Pac." Pac's heart stutters, and a small, terrified sound almost slips out of him before he's blessedly cut off. "I don't fault you for that. I've got plenty of my own- plenty of other people's too." A beat. He crouches down to find another flat stone. "I don't need to know. You're a good friend and a good father. I-" He stills, swallowing as his eyes pierce into Pac yet again, pinning him in place and stealing his breath with their raw earnestness. "I trust you, Pac."

Pac.... Pac isn't sure what to do with that. He isn't sure how to react to the warmth that floods his face or the way his stomach swoops- Fit trusts him. Fit is a grizzled soldier that doesn't know anything about him, that's only known him a few months, that could've kept him or sold him out or done any number of things that would've benefitted him but instead... he trusts him. The weight of that isn't lost on Pac, though he's not sure what he did to earn it, and he - he's completely lost on where to go from here.

"Whenever you do want to tell me what you wanted it for though, or what you ended up doing with it, or where..." Fit trails off, staring out at the ripples in the water. Pac stares at the gnarled scarring on the side of his face. "Well. You don't have to. But I won't judge."

And for a long, long second Pac considers it - considers throwing caution to the wind and taking Fit to his current hiding place, stripping down and donning his skin and slipping into the water in front of him, answering all his questions - because Fit trusts him and despite every part of him knowing he shouldn't, he trusts Fit too.

...But, Fit trusts him under the assumption that he's human. Once he learns he's been lied to - well, that's a level of vulnerability that Pac can't afford. He's not ready to put his fate in Fit's hands again, no matter how gentle they were last time. Not yet, at least.

Besides, Mike and Cellbit would kill him. And if he tried to explain or justify why he trusted Fit, that strange fluttery feeling would come back and then none of his family would let him hear the end of it. So instead, he just nods.

"Okay." his voice is barely audible. Fit nods back.

"Okay." Pac stares at him, trying to commit his profile to memory. He grins.

"Thank you." Fit's mouth curves into a smile - a real smile, small but genuine.

"...yeah, no problem.

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

Taking some time off the regularly scheduled (or not) content for some suggestive loguetown au Crocodile/Dragon; His fingers skirt down the length of Dragon's side, each one their own separate thing, all crawling in sync. Down, down. Dragon feels the curve of each nail, feels beyond that, the press of something,  pressure - power. Still, the touch is gentle.

Gentle, maybe. That it is cautious, he's sure of. And that- -cautiousness is Crocodile's gentleness. One could mistake it for being one and the same, and they'd be a fool. They are nothing alike. And yet.

Gently - cautiously - slowly, heavily, the fingers settle on his hip, curve over it, press flat. Slide down, down, in.

It's an instinctual thing when Dragon shifts his weight, lines up pressure to pressure, fills the hollow of Crocodile's palm.

Crocodile laughs, his fingers squeeze down, and Dragon thinks that he can feel every joint, the thrum of every tendon, the tiny swirling ridges that make up Crocodile's fingertips. He can't, but he can.  "Ah," he says, because to to say anything else would be utterly injudicious. "Ah." Crocodile says, mocks. Mocks, but he's smiling, his entire face is, that grin above a grin. Dear god, but he is beautiful. No- - handsome, handsome, Dragon corrects himself. A woman is beautiful, a man is handsome, and Crocodile will not appreciate if he conflates the two. But the word feels wrong, tastes wrong, a phantom sourness on his tongue. It's not enough. Not enough to describe Crocodile, not even close. What is handsome?  The gleam of Crocodile's eye, curve of Crocodile's lips, the stretch of Crocodile's jaw? The way his neck slopes into his shoulders, the way his hair is always tucked tightly behind his ears? The long deftness of his remaining fingers? No, that's beauty. He's beautiful, Dragon thinks. There's nothing else to think.  "What are you thinking about?"  Dragon almost starts, but then doesn't. He can't, he won't. Won't let Crocodile see, see- See. Crocodile's smile has become wider, sharper, Dragon sees the hint of spit-shiny canines poking out from under the stretch of Crocodile's lip, almost coy in a way.  "You're thinking about something," Crocodile prods, voice a distant deep hum. His throat works as he speaks, all undulating smoothness. Dragon's fingers twitch, the muscles along his arm suddenly burn with the effort of keeping his hand at his side. "How do you know that?" The words sound weak as he says them, they are weak, but any other words seem to elude Dragon. He braces for Crocodile to laugh again, for the raspy edge that will be in it, the one that signifies Crocodile's most petty amusement, but it doesn't come.   Instead. Instead, the touch. Cool, light, smooth and strangely slick in the way that only metal can be, filling the space under his chin, pressing upwards into the hollow there.  Dragon had not noticed Crocodile raising his hook. Had not, how had he not? How could he be so...so. Careless? Is it? Careless?  Careless? He won't hurt me. He will not. I know he will not. Canines. They appear suddenly, white in the darkness around them. Fuck, Dragon thinks, and then can't think at all. "I can tell," Crocodile says. He'd be purring, if not for the undertone of gravel in his voice. "I can tell, because your jaw locks up here-" Metal against the side of his face, cool for only a moment. Because Dragon is burning up.   Burning. Ah. Metal slides up his cheek, it's warm now. Rests on the center of his forehead. "- and your forehead wrinkles here."

[starryficsfinishwen]

for you, a thousand times over — lee x f!commandant

Falling asleep is not easy.

Pair it with restless nights and consecutive days of night shifts, the word “rest” doesn't exist in your vocabulary. It's either work or give—words that sum your life since then.

By work, you mean the pile of paperwork on your desk that seemed to grow like towers after your absence. Although you've only watched it in a daze for a while, your unwillingness to work on it grew stubborn like the cough your neighbor spat out that seemed to reach your room. In your latest attempts to convince yourself to do something, you decide to just lean back and attempt—emphasis here on attempt—to calm the voices in your head (ones that are lulling you to sleep).

“Commandant,” a soft voice nudged you out of reverie, “Go to sleep.”

The mention of sleep had your eyes droop. Heavy as your head nodded off, you stubbornly shook your head. “’m not sleepy.”

A gentle finger caressed your cheek. “...your actions say so.”

The subtle smell of fresh shave. You fluttered your eyes open, looking at familiar cerulean eyes. Giggling, you reached out to touch the curve of his jaw. Soft, familiar, yours—you tug his face closer.

“I am not,” you inhale, trying not to get lost in his pretty eyes, “So you better stop telling me what to do, Lee.”

Lee, your most trusted person in the team. Your mechanic, your assistant, and your partner. Even when times have passed, he dutifully returns and stays by your side. Like now, even when words are not his forte, his glimmering cerulean eyes say so.

Pulling a closer to sit in front of you, he stared at you a while longer. He chuckled as he cupped your cheeks with a pop. “Alright, let's hope your superiors won't give you an earful when you pass them these half-assed papers.”

Oh, what a sin—your lover asking you to leave your work for a while to catch up on sleep. What a sin it was, your heart an erratic beat as it clawed its way out to meet him; your mind a hazy fog that makes your rational brain hide and seek shelter in his arms. You can't blame yourself, though—after weeks of being away from Lee for separate missions, you couldn't help but crumble in his hold.

Lee was fast enough to catch you, carrying your tired body to his lap. Gently cradling your head to his chest, Lee breathed a sigh of relief, allowing your arms to hold his shoulders.

“Mm...Lee...” It was the familiar smell of the forest and ocean breeze, the familiarity of your home that made you snuggle into his hardened chest, “You're really back...”

“I could say the same to you.” He muttered, lips kissing your temple, “...you've been gone far too long.”

You couldn't imagine how your reunion would be this way. After slipping away for god knows how long, enduring the pain of separation for a successful mission, the taste of victory was nothing compared to the smell of home you missed for a long, long while.

You wanted to cry, the bittersweet reunion now in your grasp, but the well-needed sleep seemed to beckon you in its embrace first.

“I was looking for you,” you whispered, “You were the first person I was looking for when I arrived.”

Lee was silent, cold hands rubbing your spine, “...I'm sorry, I don't think the actions I had in mind would be appropriate.”

Flashes of your friends' faces after an impromptu reunion from earlier. It was all so sweet, but seeing Lee in the background with clenched fists somehow made your heart crumple.

“What would you have done, then?” You prodded, “Enlighten me?”

Lee's breathing slowed. In the dim light of your workroom, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the shaking in his arms in the way he held you. How perfect it was somehow, when you curled yourself in his arms, and him around you. The perfect fit, like jigsaw puzzles. And you waited, until he found the right answer.

“I would have dragged you out there, I only wanted it to be you and me...”

And Lee was still your man. With a smile, you squeezed his arm, “And...?”

“...Hid you away, because I don't think they deserved to see you first...”

The truth was, “I really would have liked it that way.”

With a surprised look on his face, you continued, “You were all I waited for, Lee. I wanted it to be you.”

Leaving must have been a mistake, taking the mission, too. You could have seen Lee more, doing missions with him. But, like what the popular phrase went,

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” He said, closing his eyes and taking your hand to his lips, “In your absence, I did realize that.”

“Mm, that...”

“I also waited for you for a long, long, time, [Y/N]...you made me realize how much I loved you still, how I could love you better, how I could love you deeper.”

With a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, Lee's glowing cerulean eyes looked back at you, “...Don't leave me this way again, [Y/N]. I'd go anywhere you'd go.”

Love is such a fickle thing, one that was possible to disappear after so long. Love could have changed its face after going away. But for Lee, he was utterly devoted to a fault. Your Lee was a madman, a foolish devout. But he was yours and yours and yours—the tattle tale of your tongue itching to say the precious words back, the rough curl of your fingers in holding him.

You pulled yourself closer to him, kissing him that made you realize you were parched for water after a long walk home. And it's warm that way, forgetting to breathe just to savor every drop of love that he gave just for you.

“Breathe,” Lee said as he broke away, “Breathe, [Y/N].”

But never quite pulling away. Forehead touching, noses crossed, lips barely pulled away. You never want to be away from Lee anymore. Yet, coming home to him still felt warm as ever.

“I love you, Lee,” you muttered, as if drunk in his love, “I love you, I love you, I love you—”

I'm not going away anymore. You wanted to say, but Lee somehow understood before you could.

“Come back to bed first, [Y/N].” He said, pecking in one sweet, longing kiss to your lips, “We can talk more when you've rested.”

Falling asleep wasn't easy.

But falling in love with Lee seemed better.

your honor, I am still in love with Lee even tho I just got baptized into Jiyan's fanbase. so here's my proof that Lee is still my husband and we are still happily married!!!!1!11!

but my pgr is probably gon to welcome me with "welcome home cheater" by the time I go back (I havent been on since second week of May)

so...hehe

— starry