#your girl is going through it

[horrorhot-line]

not to be nasty on main but I keep thinking abt Saiki getting head for the first time. I Can imagine him being annoyed at constant begging to let u give him head but when h actually do he’s so close to making the ceiling explode from the house hehe

not to add to the nastiness but

(warning nsfw ahead, minors dni)

it takes a while to convince him, but when he realises you're not going to stop asking, he decides it's easier to give in.

saiki is the type of guy to think he can handle head, it's no big deal, and he won't give you the satisfaction of knowing he's nervous and slightly excited when you kneel in between his legs and start undoing the knot on his drawstrings. he doesn't need to make it obvious though, cause he's hard, twitching and his tip is an angry shade of red because that's just the effect you have on him.

he's ready to stop you and tell you it won't work on him, the words on the tip of his tongue as you lube him up with spit, stroking his shaft slowly before opening your mouth and taking as much of him as you can in your mouth until the top of your nose meets his pelvis. he doesn't expect you to be good at it so when you don't wait for a second0 hollowing out your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down his length until you feel your gag reflex about to activate, taking that chance to take all of him, his tip knocking against the back of your throat- he swears he sees white.

he can't keep his cool expression and calm demeanour up for long no matter how hard he tries, throwing his head back as you suck on his tip before licking a line up his dick. he doesn't realise how his mind goes blank and how he can only focus on how warm your mouth is until he gets so lost in the feeling that he grabs the back of your head to force himself down your throat, and the look you give him, eyes wide and pupils blown out as he fucks your throat, tears welling up in your eyelashes at how rough he's being.

he'll pull you off his dick, forcing your head back so he can get a good look at your fucked out expression, drool on your chin and a thin string of saliva connecting from his tip to your tongue, only to smirk at how pretty you look when you're all ruined. he doesn't miss your loud thoughts, knowing full well you're turned on with how he enjoys using your mouth to get himself off, and his jaw will twitch as he tries to keep himself in check, fully aware that he'll end up losing control over his powers with how hard you're trying to get a reaction out of him.

you're gonna be the death of him, he swears.

[naffeclipse]

Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

Prev

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky. 

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away. 

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry. 

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down. 

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones. 

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

[goofycassie]

After Vanessa and Montell's passionate woohoo in the bushes, even though they met up so she could break up with him to be with Kenzo, she woke up feeling sick. She assumed it was a hangover, but after encouragement from her bestie, Selena, she took a pregnancy test in her restaurant because she couldn't wait till she got home lol

The results showed immediately. Vanessa is pregnant!

'How could I be so reckless?' She thought and feared 'this could destroy my chances of being Kenzo's girl.' She wept uncontrollably and then dropped to the floor.

'What am I going to do?'

[elekinetic]

anyone got any byler fic recs where they kiss and then mike is an asshole and is like we should stay friends and then will is just like sad. happy ending with good prose pls

[dumplingsjinson]

NEKFKKS nah I was at work thinking about cat guy and then I remembered the way he kept calling me adorable and then me, instead of deflecting and denying like I usually did, asking, “So do you like adorable things?” and him being like “Yes, I do” with no hesitation.

AND I COULDNT STOP SMILING BC AM I LIKE?? DELUSIONAL??? Or is this like- is it a confession or-

JAJDKSS

[harapeveco]

Tonight has been quite the night first we got int chapter 3, then reinochi art and now knk previews that imply is Rei is dying or whatever I can’t take all of this

[rhettabbotts]

send soft rhett thoughts pls and thank you <3

[stood-onthecliffside]

where do you live bestie?

i live in a constant state of anxiety, sadness and yearning nonie <3

[ssnowiejo]

Need to tell something quick I’m at my work place and as soon as I got here and started my shit my hand started to feel tingling also my face, my left eye is shaking and so is my bottom lip…is it because I hate my job

besties tell me the truth am I about to loose my shit?

[darnedchild]

Everybody pre-games big holiday family gatherings with anti-anxiety meds, right? Right?

[zoyaslai]

i just need to know if every age that ends in 2 is horrible, or if it’s just me

[aerequets]

trying to erase the trace of...

[arundolyn]

"Oh, this? Don't be ridiculous! It's not a marriage certificate! Look closely, okay? Throw away all your hangups, and simply do what you feel. Aren't you just dying to sign it? Won't it feel good? 3... 2... 1... sign!"

[yesloulou]

Charles goes surfing in Melbourne | AusGP 2024 🇦🇺🌊 via ariannaoioli on tiktok

[noxcheshire]

HOT TAKE

But I like the idea of the phantom world being reincarnated into very unexpected people.

Like I still love the idea of Danny being Martha or Thomas.

Or Dani being another clone, or her being Damian, and Sam being Poison Ivy and or Martha, etc.

But I also like the unhinged nonsense of Sam being a clone in the dc world — ideally Kon, and Dani (or Dan) being Bruce, while Vlad is gasp Thomas Wayne.

HEAR ME OUT

JUST HEAR ME OUT

I just think the idea of Danny finding out that in an alternate world he married a nicer and age appropriate Vlad and had the son the guy has been demanding for so long in their world is hilarious.

The absolute mental breakdown that boy will go through: this is my son, and I love him, look at him go being a hero and kicking ass, but holy fucking Ancients above I fucked VLAD —

And on the other hand, can you imagine Bruce’s reaction? To his alternate mom being a sassy teenage boy, his alternate dad being an older guy ‘preying’ on this kid that absolutely HATES the guy, and being an absolute creep while his alt self **gestures to your choosing** is either a tiny girl menace or the biggest and meanest growling ghost that is BARELY tolerating being in the same space as the living.

But they also hate his alternate dad and would punch him into next week with Mom! Danny.

This man will being going THROUGH IT.

[gunstellations]

a little family