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[bluebeary-jay]

How easy you are to need

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel notices that the peaceful life in Jackson has its consequences. he is not happy about it (based on this wonderful ask!)

Tags: TONS OF ANGST, but also FLUFF, established relationship, ahh intrusive thoughts (how much i hate them), Joel is probably ooc but i don't care anymore, also he's soft and insecure and vulnerable

Warnings: body dismorphia and lots of self-loathing on Joel's side, at one (two?) points borderline on smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hihihi, swearing, drinking (just mentioned), suggestive stuff bc apparently i can't help myself 😌

Word count: 8K ! (8028 specifically woah)

A/N: the next fic will definitely be shorter bc i really need to start caring less about the quality of my work, it takes way too long for my liking. buuut anyway as always 🎶i hope yall will like it🎶 this is my birthday gift for you guys 💕

Joel looked at himself in the mirror with furrowed brows.

He pulled in his stomach and tried to zip his pants. It still fit, but barely. He undid the zip, turned to the side and looked at his reflection again, just to make sure.

Yeah. This pair was definitely loose until a while ago.

He glanced at the door, but didn’t hear you coming, so he sighed and looked in the mirror again. Joel was never particularly muscular, but he could no longer see those thin lines which accentuated his torso before. There was also a bit of fat above the hem of his jeans, and his frame seemed somehow heavier…

Good thing his left ear was directed to the door, because he heard the moment the water in the shower stopped running, which meant you were coming back from the bathroom. Joel spared himself one last wary look and zipped up his pants before turning around to your shared bed where his shirt lay discarded.

He was putting his arms into the sleeves when you entered. A couple of light steps, and then Joel smiled when he felt your arms wrapping around his torso. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“You took your sweet time in the shower,” he pointed out, and he could feel your smile when you pressed your face to his back.

“We finally have hot water, so I’m gonna use it every chance I get.”

“You left some for me?”

You huffed a laugh and went around him, moving his hands away and starting to button his shirt yourself.

“There would be, if you took a shower with me.”

“Next time, sweetheart,” he chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead softly, combing his fingers through your wet hair. He hummed. “Your hair smells nice.”

“It’s that shampoo Ellie didn’t want.” You shook your head with a smile. “I have no idea why, it’s fantastic.”

You buttoned up the last button and smoothed your palms over his chest and down, lastly resting them on his waist. Internally Joel furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if he could always feel this fold when you put your hands in that place.

“You look handsome,” you whispered, looking up at him with twinkling eyes and such a soft, love-struck expression on your face that Joel felt his throat constricting. Everything but the sight of you faded from his mind, and he joined his hands behind your back, pulling you closer into his chest and basking in this precious smile you blessed him with. “Especially with the bed hair.”

“It’s your doin’, you know,” he murmured in response, nudging your nose with his and reminiscing how you tugged and raked your nails through his hair the night before. “You gotta be careful with it, sweet girl. If you continue doin’ it, m’gonna go bald soon.”

You hummed noncommittally and leaned against his chest, standing on your tip-toes. “I’ll take it under consideration. No promises, though.”

Joel lifted his hand to the back of your neck and kissed you slowly, reveling in the soft sigh that left your lips. You rested your palm above his heart, leaning forward to the point that you would fall over if he wasn’t supporting your weight.

But Joel held you tight and close to his body, gladly steadying you as you deepened the kiss, once again tugging on his graying hair in that way he adored. He wanted to tease you about it, but his thoughts strayed to the image of his body again when you lowered your hand from his chest to his side.

“You remember that tonight is this party?” you asked suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Joel gave up pondering about his physique and sighed heavily at your question, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yeah, I remember. Regrettably.”

“I don’t want to go, either,” you whispered with guilt, as if someone would hear you both. “But Tommy really wanted us to come and… Just don’t make me go alone.”

“Hey, darlin’.” Joel took your face in his hands and looked deeply into your eyes. “I promised, didn’t I? M’not gonna leave you there on your own.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them. “And mind you, I gotta make sure no one will try to seduce and steal you away from me.”

You giggled, and you were standing so close that Joel could feel your eyelashes tickling his skin. He held you close when you tried to take a step back, and your lips collided again.

“That is the one thing you don’t need to ever worry about,” you murmured quietly into the space between you two. “How could I even look at other people when I have you all to myself?”

Joel’s reflection in the mirror flashed across his mind again and a small wave of uncertainty rippled through him, but it quickly disappeared when you opened your eyes and looked at him with this raw love radiating from them. Your every word, every affectionate gesture only confirmed his conviction that you meant every word you said.

So why did he still feel so uncertain?

*****

Life in Jackson was perfect. Considering the state of the world right now, living here was like winning a lottery.

Joel had a lot to be thankful for, he was well aware of that. No longer had he any fears or sense of guilt about going to sleep and leaving you and Ellie defenseless if something were to happen. He didn’t have to count rations anymore, worrying that the kid would be forced to march all day hungry. There was now no need to keep a watchful eye for new clothes if someone’s worn off, ripped or got soaked from walking in the rain, posing a threat of you or Ellie catching a cold.

Back in Boston it wasn’t much different, though he and you had at least a bed to sleep in, as uncomfortable as it was. But there was never enough food for all those people Fedra kept there, and the winters were cold as hell, leaving at least one of you a bit sick every year.

None of those things were keeping him awake at night anymore. The only people he had to take care of – you and Ellie – were safe and comfortable. None of you had to starve or freeze, and you all didn’t have to continue walking across the country for days and days without end, struggling to survive.

Maybe that was the problem.

Joel wasn’t stupid. He knew that those luxuries he had an access to now were at the root of his problem. Before you all settled in Jackson, you were constantly on the move, fighting for your lives in one way or another, so of course he was… leaner and more fit back then. It was never something he paid attention to, though, never something he concerned himself with.

But now you three were living here, surrounded by more people than Joel could count, and he couldn’t help but… notice things about them.

Especially about all those men and women who looked at you in a different way.

Due to the nature of the party Tommy invited them to – mainly consisting of dancing and talking in the biggest bar in Jackson – Joel had a lot of time to ponder about his situation, all while nursing his drink and looking at you from across the room with his elbows resting on the table.

You were chatting with one of your friends near the counter, laughing and smiling so beautifully. No matter where Joel’s eyes strayed, they always came back to your person, as if you were the moon against the pitch black sky, reflecting some imperceptible light.

Some guy he knew by sight – Chuck? Bart? – walked up and tapped you on the shoulder, and from what Joel could tell, he was offering you a drink. He was standing way too close, though, and you took a step closer to your friend, shaking your head. Chuck – or Bart – persisted for another half a minute, but eventually shrugged and shuffled off, his movements tense.

Joel didn’t move. He knew from experience that you’d let him know if you needed his help.

As if sensing his gaze, you turned your head and sent him a radiant smile. He mirrored it, lifting his glass slightly like he was toasting you, which made you do the same before resuming the conversation with your friend.

His smile disappeared as soon as you stopped looking at him. Joel sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, feeling a headache coming from the dull lights and loud chatter all around.

It were moments like this when it hit him just how old he was compared to you.

You were a sweet, young thing. Funny, sharp, drop-dead gorgeous… No wonder some people were seeking your attention. That guy was just one of the half a dozen he saw or heard about since you moved to Jackson.

Joel knew you were a loyal sort – God, he knew that, he knew you for so long now – but every time he saw you talking to someone else, his treacherous mind started to wonder if he wasn’t somehow keeping you chained to his person.

It was probably alcohol talking, but Lord, if he wasn’t reminded of how old he was compared to you every time he saw you next to your peers. You still had so much life ahead of you, and he was pushing sixty, for fuck’s sake. Before long he’ll be old and decrepit, unable to bring something useful to the table or help you in any way, and you’d still be as pretty as ever, trapped in a relationship with an old man.

For example, that guy – Chuck, or whomever – was way closer to your age, had handsome features, and Joel knew for a fact he was working at tree felling, so he had to be muscular, too.

Joel was once, too. Once.

He subtly ran his hand across his stomach under the jacket, his brows furrowed, and leaned back on the bench to get rid of those damned fat folds.

He sighed and downed the rest of the liquor in his glass, trying very hard not to think about it, not to put himself down like that and let those cruel thoughts fester in his mind, but no matter what, he couldn’t stop comparing himself to this guy, and also… how you looked next to him.

Shit. What if he was doing you more harm than good by continuing to stay with you?

“I could pickpocket you and you wouldn’t notice.”

Joel looked up, abruptly pulled out of his thoughts. You were standing over his table with your head tilted and still that beaming smile on your face.

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

He opened his mouth, glanced in the direction of the bar, and closed it. There was no sign of any of the people you just talked with.

“Nothin’,” he replied, maybe a little too dryly, so he quickly changed the subject. “You havin’ fun?”

“Yeah, it’s nicer than I thought.” You looked around and then spotted the empty glass on the table in front of him. “Do you want me to bring you another one?”

“No, there’s no need,” he grumbled, but you had already put your drink down and sent him a wink.

“I'll be right back, baby.”

Joel hissed your name but you just looked over your shoulder with a smirk, swinging your hips provocatively to the music and ignoring him completely. He sighed heavily, slumping in his seat.

He needed to get his shit together. Fuck his insecurities, he didn’t want to take his frustration out on you when you were nothing but a ray of sunshine in his life, always so good and affectionate.

Joel’s thoughts came to a sudden stop when he searched for you in the crowd and noticed another man, this time one he didn’t know, swinging his arm over your shoulders while you waited at the bar. He tried to read your body language from here, but you didn’t seem particularly uncomfortable with the man’s actions. Joel furrowed his brows, a pit of uncertainty forming in his stomach again... but then you threw the man’s heavy limb off your shoulders and went back to Joel’s table as soon as you got the drink.

“Thanks, darlin’,” he murmured, taking a large gulp despite telling himself earlier that he was done drinking for today. “Were you okay back there?” He pointed his chin towards the bar.

You sat down next to him and smiled innocently. “Whatever do you mean?”

Joel knew you long enough to recognize when you were teasing him, and he smirked despite the doubts swirling in his mind.

“Was that guy givin’ you any trouble?” he asked lazily, deciding to play along.

“Would you beat the shit out of him if I said yes?” you asked with your eyebrows raised, and Joel shrugged, acting nonchalant.

“Probably.”

You giggled and bumped his shoulder with yours playfully.

“Then no. Peter’s a good guy. Just a little,” you seemed to be looking for the right word, “uhm, persistent.” When Joel sent you a dubious look, you rolled your eyes and made a face. “He’s politely hitting on me, but doesn’t get that I’m not interested. He works at the same place I do.”

“If he keeps makin’ you uncomfortable, that’s not very polite.” You squinted at him and Joel lifted his hands in fake surrender. “M’not sayin’ anythin’. You can take care of yourself, I know that.”

You hummed melodically and glanced at the bar, then back at Joel. Then back at the bar again where that Peter guy stood. Joel noticed you biting the inside of your cheek, so he gently nudged your knee with his.

“What’s on your mind, sweet girl?”

“Maybe you could help me make it clear that I’m taken?” you blurted out quickly, making him crack a smile and chuckle under his breath.

It was so very easy to forget about all the problems in the world when you were there, sitting right next to him and warming his soul and body with your mere presence.

“Come ‘ere,” he breathed and tugged you gently to sit on his lap. You faltered, but he gave your hand another light tug, and finally you let him guide you, putting one arm around his shoulders and making yourself comfortable.

Joel’s hand mindlessly went to rest on your thigh and he rubbed it comfortingly. That Peter guy, as he noted with satisfaction, was staring right back at you, eyeing the way your body was pressed flush against Joel’s with a twisted face.

Once the eyes of the both men met, Joel leaned in and kissed your neck, keeping eye contact the entire time. Peter turned away, taking a large swig from his glass.

Joel felt your muscles relaxing, and you giggled adorably next to his ear at his antics, hiding your neck between your shoulders when he nibbled at your skin lightly. Then your hand covered his, the one lying on your thigh, and stroked his skin lovingly.

Maybe Joel was keeping you chained somehow. Then again, he was but a selfish creature after all. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to ever truly let you go.

*****

The next few days – which then turned into weeks – Joel spent wondering. Mostly about what to do with his predicaments.

He had a couple of them.

The first problem was the nights. They became more difficult since he noticed… details about himself that weren’t there before, and which bothered him more and more with each day.

Joel used to love the nightfall, especially since you all settled in Jackson. In those evening hours no one bothered him, he could finally relax, spend some time alone with you, and later collapse on the bed to get a good-night sleep.

Well, not anymore.

The bedtime unexpectedly became the most stressful one for him. He was so fucking mad at himself, because laying down and having a chance to hold you in his arms was something he treasured for the longest time, but now his own insecurities stood in a way of it.

You loved cuddling and being close to him in your sleep, and Joel was never bothered by it – hell, he initiated those moments more often than not. But now he started noticing more and more how this layer of fat on his stomach moved and looked like when you draped your arm around him or snuggled closer to his chest, and it became all he could think about.

It bothered Joel so much that he started wearing a t-shirt to bed, even though he hated it with all his passion. When you asked about it, he lied that he’s cold, but in reality he was always sweaty by morning. It didn’t seem to make any difference to you, though, and you didn’t shy away from pressing your body close to his, and even slipping your hands under his shirt when you were spooning him. Some days Joel was waking up with you lying on his chest or having your arm slung across his belly, and every time it caused a lump in his throat.

He knew you didn’t mean anything bad by it – for God’s sake, you probably didn’t even have any idea that he had a problem with himself – but what once was a wonderful start of the day, now became a bitter reminder of all those things he was insecure about.

Recently he built a habit of waking up before you – he did it often before, but he always stayed in bed and waited for you to open your eyes, too – and carefully disentangling himself from your embrace. It wasn’t like it didn’t feel wonderful to be enveloped by you in this way, but once he stirred awake, lying still was a herculean task. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, his skin was itching and buzzing, he was sweating from nerves and a lot of horrible, self-depriving thoughts were flooding his mind.

So once he woke up, he’d go take a shower, trying to be a little bit louder than necessary in hopes that you’d already be awake when he gets back – so that he wouldn’t feel so guilty about not laying back down next to you.

The second of his problems was that you began to watch him more closely.

He didn’t know when it started happening, but in hindsight he realized it was just a matter of time – he was acting weird, after all, and you knew him too well not to notice anything.

A couple of times in the last few days only, Joel caught you staring at him in silence. Your eyes were solemn and your forehead sad, though you were quick to smile and act like nothing was amiss as soon as he turned your way.

You must have known something was wrong, but Joel didn’t ask about it. Honestly, with all that was happening in his own head, he didn’t want to know.

But at the same time it was as if nothing odd was happening. You were your usual self, a blessing in Joel’s life, and you still sought to be close to him and spend as much time together as possible. You still told him you loved him, surprised him with unexpected gestures of affection…

Just like today – you hugged him from behind while he was dressing up, started kissing his shoulders so tenderly and murmuring sweet nothings into his skin… In those moments Joel could almost forget about everything that was nagging him. It was easy to believe that you still liked the way he looked, that he was deserving of you, when you treated him with nothing but overwhelming love.

But the itch in the back of his mind never really disappeared. Even though he wanted it to.

Those thoughts filled his mind while you were sitting on his lap, telling him some story from work in a soft voice. You two were at Tommy’s, waiting for him to get back from helping his wife with something, and the day was so beautiful that you all went out onto the patio in front of the house to enjoy the unusually warm weather for this time of the year.

Joel’s hand was on your thigh, stroking it absentmindedly, while he nodded to whatever you were saying, but for the life of him, he could not focus.

Has your physique changed as well? Joel didn’t care about those things, of course, and in his eyes you were as breathtaking as ever – maybe even more, since so many of your worries disappeared and he got to see your smile more often. And you still felt perfect under his hands when he was holding you at night, still looked like a goddess every time he got to admire your naked body.

But even though he wouldn’t have cared either way if you gained some weight or looked any different, his body still bothered him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and Joel fixed his attention to the wind-blown tree crowns in the distance.

Maybe he should start exercising.

Joel never liked the idea of waking up early and running down the streets in a sweat-soaked t-shirt, or going to the gym where everyone seems to stare and judge you, but it was never necessary.

With how much traveling, heavy-lifting and working he had to do, he never concerned himself with the way he looked. Hell, these things are the last on your mind when you’re fighting for your life in this god-forsaken world. But here, in Jackson, it was different. Life was good, and you were happy. And as stupid as it sounded for him, Joel wanted to look good for you.

Maybe he should ask Maria to assign him to extra patrols. He already volunteered for the morning ones, but perhaps…

“You’re quiet.”

Joel didn’t realize you stopped telling your story. He pressed his lips together and his hand on your thigh stilled.

“Sorry.”

“No need for that,” you reassured him quickly. Then you cupped his cheeks and lifted his head gently. “I don’t mean ‘now’, though, I mean… lately, in general.” Your eyes were flickering across his face, like you were hoping to read the answer from his features. “Is there something you wanna talk about?”

No. Hell no. It was bad enough that Joel himself was aware of his issue, he didn’t want to make it even more noticeable by pointing it out to you.

Which reminded him – he moved his torso away from you only a few millimeters.

“No, babygirl,” he answered. He brushed some hair behind your ear, smiling softly even though inside he despised himself for lying to you. “Everythin’s fine.”

You didn’t seem convinced and still were studying his face with concern. Joel resumed petting your thigh, wanting to put you at ease. He could worry about himself, but he didn’t need to concern you with his problems, too.

“I promise,” he added. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

That look in your eyes didn’t disappear, but you hummed and dropped your hands. It didn’t take a genius to know you didn’t believe him.

“If you say so,” you answered at last, and then covered his hand on your leg with your own. “But remember you can talk to me whenever you want. About anything.”

Jesus, your kindness was only confirming his concerns if he was the right person for you. Joel shook his head with a crooked smile.

“You’re gettin’ sappy.”

“It’s because I’m worried,” you shot back without skipping a beat, swatting at his chest with the back of your hand. “And you’re not making it any easier.”

“There’s nothin’ for you to worry about,” he repeated, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. But he failed.

You pressed your lips together and then made a move to get up from his lap without a word. Joel held onto you delicately, not letting you stand up.

“Wait, darlin’,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “Didn’t mean to say it that way. I just… feel tired. Sorry.”

Your eyes softened when you took in the regret and weariness on his face. Joel felt your fingertips on his jaw, but before you could question him further, Tommy returned from the inside of the house with a grin.

“Age is a heavy burden, eh, ol’ dog?” he teased, apparently having heard the last bit of their conversation. The younger Miller placed three bottles of beer on the table, and winked at you. “That’s just how it is for us now. Enjoy your youth while you still can, punk.”

Joel felt a sharp jab in his ribs, not unlike being stabbed. He couldn’t find it in himself to look at his brother, less alone laugh at his teasing.

Of course Tommy didn’t mean anything bad by it, but his words were just a bitter reminder of the ever-present pit of Joel’s stomach.

The weight of you on his lap suddenly felt a lot lighter, and he himself felt so, so very heavy and tired.

Old.

Joel could feel your eyes boring into his face, but a second later you turned to Tommy, taking the burden of filling the uncomfortable silence.

“It’s already started for me. Sometimes I feel like my bones want to kill me prematurely.”

“M’sure Joel won’t let that happen. He’d fight your skeleton if you said it’s botherin’ you.”

You snorted and shook your head, but your smile faltered when you turned to Joel again. He almost broke down right then and there from the guilt and tightness in his chest.

And the dark feeling inside him just grew when your eyes stayed sad and concerned for the rest of the day.

*****

It had to end.

Joel could no longer pretend everything was alright like he wasn’t dying on the inside every time you did as much as hold his hand. He felt horrible about lying, avoiding spending time together and denying you affection he knew you so loved receiving.

If he was being honest with himself, he wanted this affection, too. Undisturbed with self-doubts and guilt.

He fucking craved it.

Those last few weeks, his evenings were mostly spent away from you and the warmth of your shared home. The nights, on the other hand, when he would sneak in and quietly lay down next to you (but just a little further away), became full of intrusive thoughts and wallowing in self-loathing.

No matter what excuse he came up with, you were persistent in holding and being close to him during the night, and Joel discovered that the only way to prevent you from doing it was to come to bed after you’ve already fallen asleep.

But it was a damn torture.

The worst part was when he was coming home to the sight of you lying amongst the tangled sheets and blankets in his bed. No matter if you were drooling or a pillow has imprinted itself on your cheek, every time this sight made Joel weak in the knees. You looked like a gorgeous, priceless painting, and it pained him to disrupt your rest with his arrival.

He tried to volunteer for evening patrols, because then he’d have a real reason to come home late, but not only Maria didn’t want to pair him with anyone during those hours – she also suspended him from all patrols whatsoever. Joel was understandably furious, but the damn woman threatened to tell Tommy about it if he kept being ‘a stubborn pain in her ass’. She sent him back home, murmuring something about spending more time with you, which he tried to pretend he hadn’t heard.

Joel sighed, sitting up on the edge of the bed and hiding his face in his hand.

If Maria of all people could see that there were some problems in your and Joel’s relationship, then you had to notice, too.

Christ, he was the worst.

Joel didn’t want to push you away, of course not. He wanted to stay with you more than anything, but that desire did nothing to diminish the guilt suffocating him. For some time, he felt like the luckiest man alive, having the privilege to call you his and every day come home to you. But now with all those little things he started to notice, he felt like a fraud.

It wasn’t even about him not deserving you anymore – it was that you didn’t deserve this fucking treatment he was giving you these past few weeks.

Fuck, he had to tell you the truth. About the patrols, sneaking out, distancing himself, all of it. He couldn’t bear lying to you a day longer.

Joel stood up and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and patted himself under his armpits and on the back, then reached for a clean one.

He’ll figure it out. He just needed some time to come up with a way to–

“Morning, handsome.”

Joel flinched and turned around quickly, not having realized you were awake, but whatever excuse he had in mind, it fell dead on his lips.

You stretched with a groan, reaching one arm high above your head and rubbing your eyes with the other hand. A sleepy smile danced on your lips when you looked back at him with sparkles in your slightly puffy eyes, and Joel didn’t have any other word to describe you than ‘ethereal’.

“What are you doing?” you asked groggily, relaxing against the pillow and looking him up and down.

“Uhmm…” he hesitated, clutching the t-shirt that was in need of washing close to his chest. His gaze was drawn to the window. “Goin’ out, actually. I’ve got some work…”

“No, you don’t,” you interrupted him and swung off the covers from his side of the bed. “Get back here.”

Joel looked at you with surprise.

“What?”

“You heard me, Miller. Get your ass back on the bed.”

He crumpled the shirt in his hands, hesitating, but his eyes softened as soon as he looked back at you and your raised eyebrows – like you were challenging him to just try and refuse you.

But how could he, when you looked so pretty lying in his bed and demanding to have him close to you? How could he ever deny you anything?

With a defeated sigh, Joel started putting the t-shirt back on, but the sound of you humming in protest stopped him. Your face was grumpy when he glanced up.

“Nah. No shirt.” You extended your hand in his direction, making a grabbing motion. “Come here.”

Joel didn’t move. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes and dramatically flopped down onto the pillows, looking up at him with an adorable pout.

“Because it’s been a long time since I got a chance to admire my handsome, sexy man,” you answered with sincerity, and then grinned. “Now come here. If you ditch your shirt, I’ll consider ditching mine.”

He still didn’t move. You were patient, but when it became clear that he wasn’t going to do anything, you sent him a small, sweet smile. “If you get cold again, I promise to do something about it, love.”

Joel physically felt his heart softening at your words and at the sight of you.

With a silent sigh – and only a split second of hesitation – he took off the t-shirt and quickly laid down on his back next to you. He felt a bile rise in his throat, though he had no idea why, and it became almost choking when you shifted closer to him, putting one hand on his chest.

“You’ve deprived me of this beautiful view for too long,” you whispered, kissing the place below his collarbone, and then going up to the base of his neck. “I missed seeing you like this.”

“There’s nothin’ to miss,” Joel muttered, not moving a single muscle. He had his hands entwined on his stomach and to look in your direction was the biggest effort anyone could demand from him now. “We sleep next to each other every night, sweetheart.”

“You know what I mean,” you breathed into his neck, leaving love bites wherever your lips strayed. “You’re going out so early these days. And you work late.”

“Patrols,” Joel grunted with gritted teeth, his muscles tense and breathing ragged as your warm palm caressed his waist. “Sorry.”

“You work too hard, love.” You sat up and swung one of your legs over his lap. Joel actually shivered when you took his hands in your own and placed them on your hips. “Let me help you relax.”

Oh, fuck.

Jesus fucking Christ, Joel was sure he was going to drop dead at any second now.

“Darlin’…” he began, but you made a noise in your throat and leaned in to kiss him deeply, pressing your body to his. Joel loved when you initiated those moments between you two, and you looked so fucking hot sitting on top of him – but for the life of him, he could not relax.

“It hits me every once in a while how lucky I am to have you,” you whispered in such a sweet, adoring voice, like you didn’t hear him. You pressed your lips against his stubble again, igniting every inch of his skin with your touch. “Let me enjoy you. I love you so much, you know that?”

“I…”

I love you, too.

Lord, he loved you so much. Why was it so hard to return your affections, then? Why did he feel like the biggest crook by letting you love him?

Joel let out a shuddering sigh he didn’t know he was holding when you pressed your lips to the edge of his jaw, before capturing his mouth in a kiss. It was sweet, but heated at the same time and, without even thinking about it, he found himself wrapping his strong arms around you, bringing you closer to his chest. You smiled against his lips and murmured something he didn’t quite catch.

A groan escaped him when you bit his lower lip lightly, your soft palm going down, from his chest, to his stomach, down…

He couldn’t do it.

Joel abruptly rose to the sitting position and grabbed your wrist, his eyes sad and painful.

“I’m sorry, baby” he said with furrowed brows, gently setting you aside and off his lap, before standing up quickly. “I’m so sorry, babygirl, I love you, I promise, but I can’t… I don’t feel good today. I’m sorry.”

“Joel…” you started, but he shook his head, putting his t-shirt back on and turning away from you not to let you see the absolute wrecked expression on his face and wetness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he kept saying, feeling like he’s about to throw up from the nerves and the burning shame. He cursed himself internally, wanting to turn around, to take your face in his hands and kiss you deeply, but he… he... “I’m so…”

All strength left him in a blink of an eye and suddenly he slumped on the bed, hiding his face in his hands. Joel desperately tried to get a grip on himself, but his chest felt so tight, and all the worry, all the guilt and fear, and self-loathing came crashing down on him all at once.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips trembling and that damn muscle in his cheek pulsing when he felt the mattress dipping and your tentative touch on his face.

“No, no, baby, it’s alright,” you started saying quietly, trying to take his cheeks in your hands, but he didn’t let you. “Oh, Joel… Come here.”

You gently pulled him into your arms, guiding his head to rest in the crook of your neck. Joel hid his face in your skin, realizing with dread that his own shoulders were shaking.

For God���s sake, he needed to stop, he needed to put himself together and not show any weakness–

But it was you. It was your warm embrace and your loving hands brushing his hair, and your quiet whispers while you held him. It was your kindness and understanding, and stubbornness coming from love. You weren’t someone he had to hide from.

So he let you in. He let you hold him.

“Joel, please. Talk to me,” you spoke up after some time, and though your tone was soft, it somehow sounded too loud in the silence of the room. “I need to know what’s going on with you, you’re worrying me.”

“Nothin’ is goin’ on,” he answered out of habit, not even moving a muscle. “I just… fuck, sorry.”

“Stop apologizing and talk to me.” Joel pursed his lips, while you massaged his back gently. “Whatever it is, we’re gonna get through it together, okay? It’s gonna be okay, love, I promise.”

He planned on telling you. He wanted to tell you and get it off his chest, but… he wasn’t ready. Not now. Not when he broke down in front of you, for fuck’s sake.

But you deserved to know. If not to help him, then at least to make you aware of what you’ve gotten yourself into. It wasn’t fair to keep you in the dark and at arm’s length because of his absurd fears.

He wetted his lips and inhaled softly, but no words came out.

You gently lifted his head and Joel immediately squeezed his eyes shut, knowing there was no way he’d be able to say anything if he looked at you.

“You can tell me, baby,” you whispered sadly, touching the side of his face. “Anything. I promise everything will be alright.”

Joel was silent for a couple of moments, before he swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his pounding heart.

“I don’t have any extra work,” he started very quietly, so his voice wouldn’t break. “I was lyin’ to you, and I… I’m so sorry about that. I don’t get sent on any patrols now, actually…”

He shook his head and sighed heavily, faltering. He knew that wasn’t the problem, and although lying to you was one of the things he was guilty of, it wasn’t what started all of it. And you must’ve known it, too, because you kept looking at him, not saying anything.

“The thin’ is, I… God dammit,” he murmured, turning his head away from you and hiding his face in his hands, still keeping his eyes closed. “I can’t… I don’t– I have a problem with myself,” he finally blurted out, not even caring now if you understood his muffled words. “I keep…”

Fuck, man, just say it.

“I’m… I’m not as fit as I used to be,” he murmured, not moving an inch in fear that you’ll spot the wetness on his eyelashes. “I don’t want to do you harm, darlin’, keepin’ you from… Jesus, I don’t know. From livin’ your life, happily and to the fullest.”

“Joel…” You whispered with pain in your voice. “Is this what it is about?”

Joel shook his head, letting out a shuddering breath, still as quietly as he could.

“I’m old,” he said with tiredness he didn’t know he had in himself. “And you… You’re so pretty and young, I…” He lowered his forehead onto his hand, rubbing his temple. “I would like nothin’ more than to spend the rest of my life with you, darlin’. But I’m afraid I’m not… not good for you. You could do so much better–”

“Hey. Hey, none of that.” You forced his hands away from his face by cradling it in your own palms. “There’s no one else I’d rather share my days with.”

Joel just shut his eyes tighter, trying to contain the tears that started to gather in them.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered. “But in a couple of years I’ll be… God, I’ll be fuckin’ sixty, and you–”

“Do you really think I care about that?” you asked softly, brushing your thumbs under his eyes, but he shook his head, like you didn’t understand. “Joel, I love you more than anything in this world. And I know you love me.” He heard the faintest smile in your voice, and it made him feel so, so terrible with himself – that you were trying to make him feel better when you shouldn’t have, he shouldn’t have been another one of your worries… “So where’s the problem? I want to be with you. Only you.”

Joel pressed his lips together and before he could stop himself, he draped his arms over his lap, like he was trying to hide the evidence of his insecurities from you, even though his torso was already covered by the t-shirt.

“You’re young and beautiful,” he repeated, still unable to find strength in himself to look you in the eye. “And I’m anythin’ but. I just don’t wanna…”

Joel didn’t know what else to say.

He didn’t want you to leave. He didn’t want to spend another night apart from you. He didn’t want to push you away.

“Just don’t want you to be unhappy,” he finally murmured.

You let out something between a short chuckle and a stifled sob, and your fingers found Joel’s, still wrapped around his stomach.

“Do I look unhappy to you?” you asked, almost in disbelief. Joel finally willed himself to glance at you, if only to see for himself – which turned out to be a mistake. Your eyes were sad and teary, but not full of hurt or distaste like he feared, and you still had this faint smile on your face. He quickly turned his head away and you must’ve realized how you looked because your hold on his fingers tightened slightly. “Not right now. In general, did I ever do something to make you think I’m not happy with you?”

“No,” he answered quietly, not even having to think about it. “But it doesn’t…”

“I told you before, how can I even look at anyone else when I have you?” you spoke up when he faltered. “You’re beautiful to me, Joel, even if you don’t believe me right now. You’re amazing and kind, you’re fucking hot, and yeah, maybe you’re stubborn at times, but I love you so much, and every day I find another reason to fall for you all over again.”

Joel met your eyes again, looking for any hesitation or deceit – but he didn’t find any. As always, you were sincere in everything you said.

He realized, with another wave of tears threatening to roll down his cheeks, how much he missed your affection that he alone deprived himself from. How much he longed for this intimacy that once came so easily to him.

“M’sorry,” he muttered at last, lifting his hand to your face and trying to ignore those damn tears spilling from behind his eyelids. “Never doubted you, babygirl, but I just didn’t know how… how to tell you.”

“It’s okay, Joel,” you nuzzled your cheek into his palm, planting a kiss on the inside of his hand. “It’s alright, c’mon here.”

Not letting go of his hand, you tugged him gently and leaned back on the pillows. With great effort he refrained from fighting you, and instead let you pull him down, laying his head on your chest.

And in an instant, everything was alright again. The moment Joel heard your heartbeat under his ear and felt your gentle hands on the nape of his neck and his back… it was like coming home. This feeling of warmth spreading across his limbs made him feel safe for the first time in weeks.

It was so long since he fully let you hold him.

Maybe that’s what he’s been missing.

“I adore you, Joel Miller,” you whispered into the top of his head, holding him close to your heart. “All of you, and just the way you are.”

Joel couldn’t help it – a small smile crept onto his lips.

“Called it,” he murmured. “You’re gettin’ sappy.”

You snorted and kissed his hairline. “I think you need it, handsome.”

“Maybe I do,” he conceded, not moving his head from your chest, and sighed tiredly. “Dammit, missed holdin’ you like this, babygirl. M’so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you countered, but he continued.

“I just didn’t know how to talk about it… How to tell you that I feel bad. About… the way I look.”

Joel felt your hands on his cheeks, and although he really didn’t want to move from the position he was in, he let you lift his head.

“I love the way you look,” you said quietly, in a tone that made Joel’s old heart flutter. “And our bodies change, there’s nothing wrong with that. If anything, I’m really happy that both of us can enjoy this kind of life.” You leaned in and nudged Joel’s nose with yours, closing your eyes. “Every change of our bodies is a sign that we’re finally safe after all we’ve been through. 

“But you look gorgeous as ever, sweet girl.”

“M’glad to hear it, Mr Miller,” you teased, but then your smile turned wistful. “But you know, I was insecure about my looks, too, not sure if you noticed. My stomach and thighs, and,” you rolled your eyes, “well, my butt.”

Normally Joel would throw a playful remark, or try to make you giggle, but this time he stayed silent. He just listened to your soft voice, drinking in your features.

“It worried me for some time. But you still put your hand on my leg when I was sitting with you, and you never shied away from telling and showing me,” you stressed this word, a teasing note in your tone, “how much you like my body.”

“‘Course I do,” he murmured quietly, lifting himself on his elbows and leaning over you despite your huffs and efforts to keep him in place.

“So I thought that maybe you didn’t care about this extra weight, or even didn’t–”

The rest of your words were swallowed by Joel’s lips when he kissed you deeply and hungrily. So many strong emotions were swirling inside his chest, he didn’t know anymore what to do with himself. At first you tried to continue your train of thought, but soon gave up, erupting into giggles when Joel latched his lips onto your neck and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to bring you in even closer.

“I didn’t care,” he was whispering into your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. “I don’t.”

“Then you see– Joel, stop it!” You squealed when he carried on with his assault, not giving you a second to gather your thoughts.

“M’so lucky to have you,” he whispered while peppering your face in soft kisses. “Thank you, babygirl.”

You finally managed to free your arms, and you cupped his face in your hands with a huge grin that Joel decided he wanted to see every day. Another adorable giggle escaped you when he snuggled his scratchy cheek into your palm.

“I know it will take time,” you said gently, but firmly, looking deep into his eyes. “But no matter how long it’ll take, I will make you understand how incredibly attracted I am to you.” Joel hung his head low to hide a bashful snigger, and your smile grew. “Understand?”

“Yeah, yeah. Understood, ma’am.”

“Good.” You pulled him closer to plant a slow kiss on his lips, and asked seductively: “I can start right now, if you’d want to. I don’t want my handsome man to feel insecure about any part of him.”

God, he loved you so much.

Joel hid his face in the crook of your neck again, his heart squeezing with adoration and disbelief at how it came that he’d been blessed with someone like you.

“Y’know what, sweetheart? I think it’d do me good.”

[sporadicthingcollection]

Hey, I noticed you are under the influence of Buggy’s clownussy (me too). Do you have have any headcanon for him?

I mean, I might have a lil somethin somethin. lemme see here...

also plz never say clownussy again i already had to have this talk with my irl bf about clenis and i'm getting sick of it

Buggy Headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

SFW (◡‿◡✿)

True blue bisexual, but leans ever-so-slightly towards women. There's just something about boobs, man. Can't explain it.

He wasn't born with the nose. It just kinda happened over the course of a few weeks when he was really, really young. Or so they told him, anyways. Not like he remembers.

Surprisingly attentive and romantic when he's not overthinking it. Unfortunately, he's always overthinking it. He shoots himself in the foot and ends up not doing anything.

A really good partner dancer! He's not doing any soft-shoe routines, but he can whirl and twirl with the best of them. Get him a little sloshed beforehand and he might bust out some fun Chop Chop-assisted moves.

Show him unconditional love and he's yours forever. Leave, however, and you're marked for life... in theory. He'll howl at you until he's blue in the face if he sees you again, but smooch his cheek again and he'll quite literally collapse into a thousand pieces.

NSFW ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Very inconsistent sex drive. A bang here and there if he's not hyperfixating on someone, but when he is, not even masturbation will cut it. He needs you.

Trims a little bit down there when it gets itchy, but it's mostly unruly curls. Smells musky in a pleasant, masculine way.

Below average length cock, but nice and t h i c c. Fully intact. He hisses most deliciously when you ease his foreskin back.

He's a very noisy lover. Whispers while he kisses, grunts like a boar while he fucks, whines like a dog when he cums. Snores like a beast after.

Doesn't matter how leisurely a lay it was, he is winded afterwards. Needs either a good night's sleep or a solid-ass nap. Take this opportunity to cuddle the fuck out of him.

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[ollie-lolly]

How would they react when you moan in their ear? 

Obey me brothers x gender neutral reader

Story: You claim you have a 'secret' to tell the brothers. Little did they know, it will be a a sound that is less than holy.

Warning: Suggestive, minors don't interact

Started and finished on: 19th march 2023

Word count: 423

Lucifer

-It is going to be hard to convince him to let you whisper something in his ear. He seems like a 'Then just say it in private kinda guy'

-But when you finally convince him

-He will raise his eyebrows and face you

-"Don't be embarrassed, you could have just said that you wanted my attention."

-RIP your legs <3

Mammon

-Will immediately dip down 

-He is curious okay?

-He will quickly cover your mouth afterwards

-"SHHHH that is only for your first man to hear" ⋋_⋌

-Will shyly admit that he liked it. Only after saying "Stupid human"

Leviathan

-My boy has trust issues

-Probably due to Mammon screaming in his ear as a kid (poor boy)

-But if you have a good relationship with him and you are in private, he is more then willing to hear your 'secret'

-When you gently lean in and moan in his ear he freezes up.

-After a few seconds he'll scream, fall and pass out. (⊙ᴗ⊙)

-After he awakens and remembers what happened he will lock himself in his room for 'reasons'

Satan

-Will immediately put his book down for you

-You put your hands around his ears and moan

-He does not know how to react, just blushing

-When it settled in tough, he will ask if you did it as a joke or not

-If you said it as a joke, he will awkwardly laugh along

-If you did not do it as a joke he will remark that this is a weird way of confessing 

-But will ask you to do it again

Asmodeus

-This man loves talking shit

-He is more then willing to hear you out mouth to ear

-Would make you say it again and again claiming "He did not hear you"

-When he is finally satisfied: "Oh MC how saucy"

-"You should have told me earlier dear. I am free anytime" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Beelzebub

-He would hear you out if he is actually willing to put his food down for a sec

-On the occasion that he is not eating, he will slightly bend his knees to reach you

-After your 'secret' He is kind of confused on what do do with this 'information'

-"Uhm do you want something from me?"

-You are going to have to tell him what you want him to do

Belphegor

-"Can't it wait? I was just getting comfortable"

-After an awkward turtle crawl to your mouth

-"Oh~"

-Will pin you down to make sure you won't get away

-"Do you want me to get it out of your system?"

Note: I remember when i wasn't a fanfic writer, that i constantly was looking for a fic like this! I guess that i am making my horny dream come true! This is the first time i made headcanons! Let me know if you want the dateables too! 

(I will not do Raphael, Thirteen or Mephistopheles. Since I am not at that point in the story yet and I don't want to write them inaccurately.

[aishnico]

https://www.tumblr.com/aishnico/727555979828412416/more-cliff-please-omg

It was so beautiful can you do one about a daughter pls …. Mommy with lol

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: the talented bassist cliff burton himself plants flowers with his wife and daughter

» word count: 2.8k

» warnings: none, except tooth-rothing fluff (+ 🎁) allusions to suggestiveness ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), grammar issues

» a/n: i’m not gonna excuse myself for posting this after more than a year (i bet whoever sent me this request hates me even 😞) it was kinda difficult for me to write this because before the final version, i wrote couple of other versions which i’ve found them cringe (this is also) so i deleted them. anyway i hope y’all like it 😓💕

cliff burton is a great bassist of one of the best bands in the world. he’s written many iconic songs, and has performed in countless stages both around the country and world legendarily. he is loved at almost every corner around the world, and a lot of people are following the road he leads and wishing to become like him.

who would ever think that he’s good at gardening too?

“sweetheart, what are you doing?” cliff paused digging a hole in the soil. he just got a giggle from your daughter, obviously knowing that she’s up to something. “nothing~ why would you ask that?”

“aren’t you the one who pleaded to buy these flower seeds? and yet here i am, doing all the work… not fair, dove, not fair.” he dramatically sighed, causing another giggle let out from her.

“i’ll join you just in a second, daddy.” there was a mischief in her tone. and he felt her tiny hands on his long, auburn hair again. he could see where was this going, but didn’t say anything more.

“where’s mommy?” cliff asked, changing the subject. she shrugged off, “she said she’ll pay a visit to auntie bonnie but that was like an hour ago?”

“auntie bonnie?” he paused, lifting an eyebrow. “she didn’t say anything about it to me.”

she didn’t reply as she started to hum a familiar song he couldn’t recognize yet. he decided to ask you about it later. “hey, can you pass me that flowering can?”

he sighed quietly when he realized she was too busy to braid his hair, not to mention that she was putting a couple of flowers here and there. she frowned when he suddenly stood up, causing his half-braid to come loose and flowers falling. “daddy, you ruined everything!”

“ruined what, doll?” he chuckled, grabbing the watering can he mentioned. “if you’re not gonna help me, i’ll get no presents for you from tours.” obviously lying…

“wha- that’s not fair!” she pouted, causing him to laugh. with one quick move, cliff lifted her, causing her to gasp loudly. “put me down!” soon the sounds of laughter filled the backyard as he started to spin her in his arms.

“are you gonna help me now?” he planted a kiss on her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes in discomfort. “your mustache tickles.”

“i’m not gonna shave it though.” she could feel his hidden smirk.

“yeah, don’t do it. it suits you.”

“oh yeah? good to hear that.” when he was about to kiss her cheek again, the parking sound of a car was heard. she look at him, excited. “do you think it’s mommy?”

“there’s one way to find out.” he only hyped up her, causing her to smile more. “c’mon”

cliff sneaked to the front of the house with your daughter in his arms, trying to imitate a secret agent to excite her more. “what do you see?” she whispered to him.

“hmm,” he saw nothing but your car and your thoughtful figure as you were looking at some papers. he wondered if this was somehow connected with his sister. “i see our runaway and the car she stole without any permission.”

“oh no!” she put her hands on her mouth, covering. “do you think she’s hiding something from us?”

“i’m afraid, that’s how it seems…” he dramatically lowered his gaze and pressed his lips together. she gasped loudly again in response.

you heard some whispers behind the house, lifting your left eyebrow in curiosity and checking if there was someone there. as you heard the familiar gasp, you smirked to yourself and put the papers inside your bag. you made your way to the backyard in big, slow steps. the whispers stopped, and when you turned your head to look behind the house you gasped, horrified. “boo!”

“sh-“ you look at cliff with a panicked face, not finishing what was coming. “sweetheart, you scared me!”

“teehee, you deserved that, mommy!”

your right hand was still holding your chest to ease up. “what did i even do?”

“you left us without saying anything in the morning, i woke up in the cold bed, you know..” you felt cliff’s free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “hi, love.” he murmured against your neck.

a soft sigh left your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss on top of your daughter’s head while your other hand was patting your husband’s fluffy hair. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry both of you.”

“it’s okay, now that mommy’s here, we all can plant the flowers right?” she asked with excitement.

“yeah, but first, i’m gonna change my clothes.” you smiled and pinched her cheek while freeing yourself from cliff, not missing shooting a wink to him before entering the house. cliff put her down, fixing her hair. “i’ll be right back, don’t touch anything before we return okay?” when she nodded to him he followed you behind.

you were checking yourself out in the mirror when cliff bursted inside the room. there was a confused look on his face which you couldn’t understand why. he made his way towards you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck once again. “hi again, love.”

“hey,” you didn’t move as you let him stay like this a little bit more. “is everything alright?”

“yeah, it’s just like i said, i was a little bit sad when i woke up without you by my side, you know i’m leaving soon.”

“ugh don’t remind me…” you sighed in sadness. “sorry again.”

“where were you by the way? princess told me that you went to see bonnie.”

“uh, yeah.” you slightly shifted from your position. “i needed to talk to her about something.”

you felt him move his hands from you, moving to the bed. “you act so mysterious, you know, but i’m not gonna question it.” he threw one of his t-shirts to you before leaving the room. you quickly put it on and followed him behind. it caught him off guard when you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly moving his head backward to meet your gaze.

“hey, i’m not hiding from you okay? nothing bad i mean…”

“oh so you are hiding something?” he playfully asked, making you break the eye contact with a little bit of shyness.

“we’re going to talk about it later, yeah? promise.” you planted a short yet gentle kiss on his lips on your tiptoes. when you wanted to walk away, cliff pulled you gently to himself, putting his large hands on your already-heated cheeks. he connected your lips in a second, starting a gentle kiss. you hummed and opened your mouth for more access. he smiled before deepening the kiss without realizing it, then leaned his forehead on yours.

“cliff,” you broke the kiss unwillingly. “we should get going before she starts whining.”

“yeah, right” he sighed and intertwined your hands, leading you to the door. when you reached the backyard again, you saw your daughter lying on the grass, making a flower crown of various ones while humming a song. you stopped cliff, turning your face to him.

“babe, can you please get the camera from the living room? i really want to take a photo of her in that position.” he hummed then made his way back to the house again. you smiled at how your little girl was looking beautiful and serene. that moment, you decided to sneak behind her and surprise her like she did to you. but when you got closer to her, she suddenly shifted her gaze to you with a smile.

“well well, what do we have here?” you made her blush as you laid beside her. “hi, mommy! i missed you.”

“i missed you too sweetie! auntie bonnie says hi and misses you too. asked me to kiss you for her.” she giggled when you planted a wet kiss on her cheek. “i miss her too,” then she gasped. “can i go sleepover at her?” her eyes shone.

“for tonight?”

“yeah!”

“all right, i’ll ask her. but you have to help us to plant all these seeds which you begged us to buy, remember?”

“right..” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “when they are even going to bloom?”

“well, roses will bloom in about one and a half months. as for lilies and dahlias, it might take three or four…”

“that’s so long!” she whined. “but baby, we warned you when we were buying these.” there was a pout now on her face, and you decided to tickle her to make her laugh as you heard cliff’s approaching steps.

you slid both of your arms under her armpits and started to tickle her. seconds later sounds of non-stopping loud laughter filled the backyard. “m-mommy sto- hahaha!”

“think about how gorgeous they will look after months, love. we’re going to be the prettiest ones i swear.”

“really?!”

“yeah, all of our friends and relatives will want to take them for themself. but we’re not gonna let them, will we?”

“of course n- hahahaa! s-stop!” when her eyes welled up due to laughing you did as she said.

“say cheese!”

both of you turned your faces where the voice came from with the same expressions.

*click*

cliff walked towards you and laid beside both of you while waiting for the photo to come out. seconds later, you saw your and your daughter’s breathless and wide smiling faces. she took the photo of him and giggled. “we look so good, aren’t we, daddy?”

“damn right you both do.” he smiled but his face got wrinkled when you hit his chest with your elbow. “ouch!”

“what’s ‘damn’?” she asked curiously.

“what, did you mishear? he said ‘darn’, sweetie. now go and put the photo somewhere safe.” she nodded and ran a little bit far from you.

“you weren’t supposed to say that, you know?” you whispered quite annoyed.

“sorry, babe. it’s just out of habit.” he managed to quickly kiss you before you could say anything. you melted the moment you felt his lips on yours.

“she told me that she misses her auntie nowadays. even wants to go sleepover to her tonight.” he mumbled to your ear, making you blush a little bit. “she said the same things to me as well.” you replied.

“what do you think, hm?” it wasn’t helping when he was rubbing his nose on your cheek.

“i said, i’ll think about it.” you bit your lip and when your daughter was approaching you pushed him off.

“so, the seeds!” cliff cleared his throat then stood up while reaching his arm to you to help you stand up. you gladly took his hand.

“first, dig some not-too-deep holes okay? leave some space between them.” he instructed her as she hummed, doing as he said. “how many i should?”

“three seeds per flower should be enough.” you answered while watering the seeds cliff planted before.

“three is not enough!” she whined.

“sweetie, those nine seeds will tire you out before you can think of planting more.” cliff replied, putting little colorful flags she had made near the seeds. “you done?” she nodded in response.

“great, now grab the rest of the seeds and bury them into those holes. don’t forget to place these cute flags you made near them to remember where you buried them, alright?”

“yeah!” she excitedly ran to the little table where the packet was. seconds later, she returned and started to place them into holes. cliff glanced at her and walked to her side. “hey hey hey, if you’re gonna bury dahlias, you need to dig a little bit deeper.”

“but you said ‘not too deep’.” she got confused.

“well, glad i glanced at you now. i forgot to tell you an important thing about this. seeds of roses are small, that’s why you should bury them not too deep. size of lilies is bigger than roses so you need to bury them a little bit deeper than them. and dahlias’ seeds are bigger than these two. so you need to bury deeper compared to them.”

while he was explaining her details about seeds, you decided to take advantage of this moment and take a photo of them while being busy burying seeds. you grabbed the camera which wasn’t too far from you and positioned it comfortably.

she was digging and he was watching her movements carefully. when he told her to stop, both of them put a seed in a hole and then started to bury it.

*click*

both of them froze and then looked in your direction. you smiled at them and approached them. seconds later, the photo where they were planting appeared in your hands. “both of you look so good, i won’t distract you again.” you moved off from them after kissing their cheeks. cliff smiled like an idiot, watching you go in another direction with melted eyes. this didn’t escape her notice as she grinned. “daddy!” she called out to move his attention.

“ahem! yeah right, now put those flags and then you can start watering them.”

after spending about half an hour in the backyard, three of you decided to finally rest at home. cliff fell asleep on the bed more quickly than you expected. while you were lying beside him, moving his hair out of his face, the door slowly opened. it was no one but your daughter, looking secretly behind the door. you smiled and invited her to lay beside her daddy. her mouth opened in excitement then left the room. a confused look appeared on your face, trying to understand what happened. about five minutes later, she appeared in your room again this time with a couple of flowers in her hands. she sneakily got on the empty side of the bed with a grin.

“baby, what are you up to?” you asked in a whisper.

“while you were gone, i wanted to try something new on daddy. but he must have understood what i was trying to do so he ruined it.” she whispered back, already playing with his hair.

“ruined ‘what’ darling?”

“shh! you need to sleep too.” you just chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, continuing to examine your oh-so-handsome husband, fingers caressing his pale cheeks. a couple of minutes later, your daughter got out of bed with a satisfied smile. “done, i’ll be right back.”

still being confused, you didn’t think much about her intentions. suddenly, his eyelashes started to flutter with furrowed eyebrows. you chuckled at his grumpy face. a loud yawn escaping from his lips as he tries to open his eyes wildly. when he saw your figure next to him, his expression changed into soft immediately. his arms wrapping around your torso once again. “morning, beautiful.”

“it’s actually afternoon but anyway. morning, handsome.” you giggled.

“a perfect way to wake up...” he mumbled with his husky voice, eyes now examining your face with pure adoration.

“i talked with bonnie, she said she would be delighted to have her as a guest tonight.” you gave him a sly grin.

“perfect, i’ll take her there in the evening.” he grinned the same way you did.

“cliff,” you bit your lip. “you know i can’t keep secrets from you right, so i’m gonna tell you something really important.”

his expression changed again into a serious one, eyebrows were furrowed again in worry.

“no, no, there’s nothing to worry about okay?” you inhaled, trying to find words to continue.

sounds of heavy steps were heard behind, cliff slowly turned around to look. and then…

*click*

cliff furrowed his eyebrows more, this time in confusion. “sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“nothing, you just look really pretty, daddy.” she giggled and then ran in a second. cliff looked at both of his sides and then froze in place. “cliff?” you straightened up and looked in his direction then a gasp left from you.

his hair was in a long braid with various flowers.

he chuckled at the sight. touching his stylish hair. you smiled and put your head on top of his shoulder. “it suits you.”

“so that was what she was trying to do since morning huh…” he laughed.

“i saw her making a flower crown, she was probably gonna put it on your hair and then take a photo of you. but since you made her work today, she couldn’t get a chance before.”

“i don’t mind though if it makes her happy.”

“you’ll mind it if she shows that picture to her metallica uncles.” you smirked mischievously. his face fell exactly at that moment, quickly got up and went after her. “princess, if you show that photo to others, you’ll regret it later!” he shouted behind her.

sounds of giggles and laughter filled around the house not much later. while you were lying on the bed alone, you thought how lucky you were to have them and how you were gonna tell them that another flower was about to bloom nine months later.

dude was a family man i’m sure he would be happy to have more kids 🫂

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Sleep

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Virgil is left alone with Malina at night and decides to take advantage of this opportunity.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, forced stolkhom syndrome, dubcon

Word count: 2160

Author's note: Dilf finally tastes Malina too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Song: London After Midnight - Your Best Nightmare

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

It had been only a few days since the Feast. Everything had returned to normal. The Red Corsairs were about to return to discipline (like the Chaosites had). Luka, to his dismay, had been officially promoted and was now training with the squad he was supposed to lead. Poor, poor puppy. Virgil didn't feel sorry for him at all. Finally, he could get a break from him for a while. Finally, he was alone.

Well, almost alone. She had always been here.

Malina had had a hard time with the Feast, but she had shown her best side. She had cried a little, but then she had calmed down. She had clung to him like a protector. She had even fed him from her hands. The Flesh Tearer wasn't going to fool himself. He liked it. In some ways, it was even better than the drugs from Baphomet.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Virgil had no intention of torturing the girl. She had a hard time adjusting to the Astartes. She had to gather strength and rest. Of course, Luka was upset, but he calmed down right away. Of course, his beauty needed to rest, he could wait a little longer. The veteran just grinned. The lamenter would have to wait even longer.

"Night" had already come and it was time for the girl to go to bed. Virgil gently stalled for time, asking her to clean the bathroom and take a shower. Of course, she was tired and just dreamed of falling asleep on a soft bed. The Flesh Tearer did not want her to sleep that day. But he wanted her to be softer, more ordinary. More defenseless. More tender. His complete opposite. But at the same time, the perfect complement.

Malina had just gone to bed, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar. She had just closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But suddenly the feeling of someone else's body on the bed did not allow the girl to fall into darkness. Instead, she was met by a dark room and Virgil's bright red eyes almost next to her face.

He had been looking at her greedily before. If Malina could deceive herself before, then after the Feast, there was no point. And yet now Virgil's eyes were burning with desire. With anticipation. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, the girl trembled. The veteran only grinned.

"How you trembled," the man giggled, causing his shark teeth to sparkle. As if he was preparing to bite into her artery. - "Are you scared?"

The man slowly rose from the corner of the bed to completely position himself above her. He did not even have to bend over. The girl's bed, oddly enough, was just right for a space marine. Malina felt her cheeks tan as soon as she realized that Virgil was only wearing a bandage. The veteran tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking expectantly at the girl. She had to give an answer. Malina nodded uncertainly. She was scared. Virgil only smiled, leaning towards her face.

“Good.” - the man whispered languidly, before leaving an almost ghostly kiss on her cheek. And then another on her throat. And another on her chest, going lower and lower and even. Very small and short kisses. But even they burned the soft olive skin. Malina shuddered at such moments, trying to behave quietly as a mouse.

Let her scream. Tear her throat and scratch his skin until it bleeds. Let her enrage him. Let rage cloud his eyes and he howls with anger. He will rip her face apart, turn her into a bloody mush. And then howl from what he did. Let her resist, hate him. And let her call her savior angel. Call him.

But she does not do it. She is quiet and vulnerable. Malina is a very good girl. Too good for him. Virgil would even feel sorry for the poor girl that she fell into the clutches of bloodthirsty killers. But she is also too good for the Imperium. And the slaves of the Corpse on the Throne will not be as charmed by her naivety as he is. And now, even more so. They will simply burn her and brand her a heretic. And it does not matter that Malina, like a good girl, prays to the God-Emperor every time before going to bed.

But for not losing faith in such a nightmare, only the highest reward is due, right?

The veteran almost gently lifts the girl's nightgown. Hooking her underwear with his claw, the man slowly pulled the fabric towards himself. The poor girl was shaking like an aspen leaf, and yet she could not tear her eyes away from Virgil's face. His red eyes also followed every facial expression. Even when his black tongue touched the feminine sex.

Malina was dry. It's hard to get aroused when a terrifying looking and characterful space marine is leaning over you. It's even good. Virgil wasn't averse to breaking through someone else's defenses. And his tongue was wet enough to fix the situation. Long enough that he could simultaneously touch her clitoris and push inside, pressing on the right spots. Preparing and stretching her for him.

Virgil almost growled, enjoying her delicious taste between her legs. How the girl breathed intermittently, trying to suppress her moans. He felt her fatigue, the desire to cling to the bed and fall asleep. To let the Flesh Tearer do whatever he wanted with her body. But the growing pleasure and at the same time fear kept Malina from the long-awaited sleep. A bittersweet combination, a great drug for a bastard like Virgil.

Malina tightly closed her eyes, being on the verge of falling apart. The veteran had to grab her trembling hips sharply, leaving bruises on her tender skin. But she didn't make a sound. Only the liquid splashing onto his mouth was proof of her pleasure. In truth, Virgil wouldn't mind licking her pussy clean again, so that it would be harder and harder for Malina to hold back her moans each time. He wasn't at all averse. But the pain in her crotch was already making itself felt.

It's very easy for Virgil to penetrate inside. Her walls squeeze his cock tightly, but he doesn't want to rush. He always took it by force, hard and fast. He liked it. At least he thought so. But now he wants to torture himself. Virgil just wants to prolong this wonderful moment.

Malina's gaze is blurry, as if she is in a fog. Perhaps because despite the invasion of her body, she still fell asleep. Or perhaps it was all about the heavy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and sliding freely down her cheeks. At least until Virgil wiped them away with his thumbs from the girl's enemy.

"There is no reason to cry, you are doing well." - the man whispers sweetly, but the girl does not trust him. Malina sees that Virgil likes her tears. - "You can sleep if you want. I will not hurt you."

Malina only nodded, pursing her lips, feeling new tears flowing down her cheeks. Partly it hurt, partly it was shame for the pleasure her body was experiencing. Partly she was afraid to look into those cruel red eyes. And at the same time, Malina was grateful to the Flesh Tearer for allowing her to fall into the saving blackness. Although he does this only because he likes it.

The girl laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes. Trying to get used to the sensations, to the sounds of flesh on flesh. Just like the night of the Feast and yet different. This was her second sex, she could be given a break, she would soon get used to it. The Flesh Tearer seemed to understand this too. Virgil was silent, swaying his hips and periodically leaning uncomfortably towards Malina, kissing her temple. At moments when her walls gripped his member tighter, he cooed over the girl, who was on the edge of reality and sleep.

“Do you like it? Do you want more?” - but she did not answer, tired and exhausted. This only turned the veteran on even more. - “Sleep, darling, sleep.”

And yet Malina could not completely fall asleep, feeling how something was hardening inside her. Filling with heat and twisting before pressing on her insides. The body of an Astartes is much warmer than that of an ordinary human. The same applies not only to his blood, but also to his sperm. The girl realized this back at the Feast, when she screamed in surprise and pain, having scratched Luka's shoulders. But he, without taking offense, only helped her clean up the mess and apologized for a long time.

So now, she opened her eyes in horror when she realized how the veteran was releasing his pleasure. Filled with chemicals and too hot for her body, it immediately brought Malina back to reality. The girl's brown eyes immediately filled with tears, and a long groan came from her throat. Malina grabbed Virgil's shoulders like a drowning man, hoping that he would stop his torture. He stopped. Although not right away.

Virgil leaves the pliable body, pitying the poor thing. She will have to adapt to the Astartes for a long time, but she will cope. She's a good girl. But while the veteran can easily leave her divine sex, getting out of bed was much more difficult.

He just... wants to look at her. To imprint her innocent, sleepy image in his mind. As if he's afraid that if he blinks, she'll be gone. Malina is the best thing he ever had, and he would never have met such a girl in his life if it weren't for Luka. Virgil has grown attached to her. He wants to take care of her. He wants to protect her.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he understands what it means to be an Angel of the Emperor. But as a loyalist, he's never felt this way. But the Flesh Tearers loyal to the Imperium don't love mortals the way he loves Malina. Hell, they don't even seek to protect people, preferring to kill more. Virgil is even worse. But for this girl, he will be an exception.

The veteran slowly leans towards Malina before leaving a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. He doesn't want to tell her everything that's on his mind or in his hardened heart. He doesn't want to. This gesture will be enough. Seeing a small, embarrassed smile on the girl's face, he finally gets up from her bed.

But even after returning to his bed, he still can't close his eyes for a long time. Even if his body feels great, and his irritation has subsided. But Virgil simply cannot stop watching her sleeping appearance. Guarding her like a faithful dog from all the dangers of the world. Except for himself. 

***

Luka pouts like a child, crossing his arms over his chest and stamping his foot. But he won't say a word to the veteran while Malina is in the room. And she's always here. The lamenter wants to drag Virgil outside and complain about having to wait another week before he can take the girl to bed again. But he can't, to Virgil's delight.

"Everything is delicious. Thank you very much, Luka." - Malina thanks the lamenter, gobbling up cheese with both cheeks. Her mood has noticeably improved, but without receiving an answer, the girl shifts uncomfortably. - "Luka?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm glad you like it. I have more cheese if you want." - the blond can't help but smile at the sight of the hamster-like girl. She nods and the cheerful young man carries the plate to the bed while Malina rummages through her personal little library.

"Let me read to you about Saint Celestine then." - Malina happily settles down on the bed, taking a book and a plate of cheese. Luka only sighs resignedly, but nods obediently, enjoying the soft voice.

Virgil only grins at this picture, tossing and turning in his bed. Of all the stories the girl had read, the Lamenter hated the one about the corpse bride on the throne. The veteran was almost sure that Malina had chosen the book on purpose to tease the pup a little. She was very smart. He had realized this especially since last night.

The veteran licked his lips, continuing to look at the young couple, gobbling up cheese and reading the sermons of the animal Ignatius about Celestine. And yet, just recently, he had relaxed so well on this very bed. Luka understood this, which made him fidget even more uncomfortably under the quiet laughter of the flesh tearer. Finally, Virgil closes his eyes, carried away by the memories of a wonderful night.

He had not felt so relaxed for a long time.

[froggibus]

Hiii I was wonder if u can do afab!venture dating a fem!reader who’s a succubus and can summon tentacles and such ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) (nsfw one shotplease)

Sugar & Sex - AFAB! Venture

Pairing: afab! Venture x f! succubus! reader (not sure if any pronouns/anatomy is used but tagged to be safe!)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: when your partner wakes you up in the middle of the night after having a crazy dream, you take it upon yourself to help them feel better

CW: succubus/demon reader, reader has semi long hair, slight somno, dream walking?, afab! Sloan, sub! Sloan & dom! reader, tentacles (6 to be precise & they are bubblegum pink) double penetration, begging, orgasm denial (if you squint), very wet and sweaty sex, it’s my first time writing tentacles sorry!!

I know I said this would be out a few days ago but I really struggled with this :,) it was such a fun idea but keeping track of tentacles was WILD…I really hope this is okay & that you can enjoy it, thank you for the request lovely 💓

Sloan leans in closer, the delicious smell of spun sugar and pumpkin beckoning them in. Their eyes are locked to the lips of the ethereal, semi-corporeal being in front of them. 

Your lips just look so inviting, perfectly glossed and pouty, as if waiting just for them. Sloan moves closer, closer, so close they can almost taste you—and then they’re falling. 

They fall to the floor, and then they fall through it. They fall away from everything around them, away from their house, away from the world, into a new galaxy of pink twinkling stars and lavender skies. 

They land softly in plush, aqua coloured grass that tickles their clammy skin. They have to blink a few times to adjust, that same scent of sugar and pumpkin making them dizzy and lightheaded. 

They blink once, and suddenly you’re standing in front of them. Their eyes trail up your bare legs, up your stomach, your bare chest and finally to your face. A flush fills their cheeks at the sight of your nakedness—not that it’s a rare sight—before they glance away. 

You offer them a devilish smirk. “Honey,” you say sweetly, “I’m home.” 

Sloan gulps. 

— 

Sloan wakes up in a cold sweat, their skin and the sheets around them sticky from the heat. They swallow, trying to work some moisture back into their dry mouth, and force themselves to sit up. If it weren’t for the fistful of sheets they’re holding, they wouldn’t be entirely sure if this was a dream or not. 

You shift in the bed beside them, still asleep despite the commotion they were almost definitely making. Sloan smiles at your sleeping body, trying to ignore the heat pooling in their core despite the air conditioning on full blast. It’s common for their sleep to end this way—at least when you’re spending the night. 

They brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, the moonlight casting a glow to your already shimmering skin. Despite the feather light touch, your eyes are suddenly fluttering open, locking onto Sloan. 

“Sorry, sorry,” they whisper. “Go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You’re tempted to remind them that you don’t really sleep but given their disheveled appearance, you think the better of it. You prop yourself up on your elbows, Sloan’s t-shirt slipping down your shoulder in a way that makes their already small bed feel even smaller. 

You notice their eyes catch a glimpse of that and the way their thighs clench together doesn’t go unnoticed. “Good dreams?” You tease. 

“Too good.” They admit. “Though you already knew that, hm?”

You offer them a sleepy, sheepish smile. “Maybe I did.”

You keep your eyes locked to the tired flush fanning their cheeks. Despite the low light in the room, you can clearly see the dark rings of lust lining their brown eyes. 

A tentacle unfurls from your back, excitement vibrating down the length of the rose coloured limb. It slides down the length of your spine, untucking from your shirt and resting on the bare skin of their thigh. 

They glance down at their boxers, riding all the way up to the crevices of their thighs, and then at the appendage resting just below that. You hear them swallow, hear the sudden race of their heart at the sight of it. 

A sweet warm scent hits your nose and you smile—the distinct smell of their arousal filling the air. You run your tentacle up their thigh, goosebumps rising over their soft skin in the wake of your touch. 

You prod at the crotch of their boxers with your tentacle, the warmth of their slick already starting to darken the fabric. They gasp at the circles you rub across their heat, little figure eights tracked perfectly to drive them crazy. 

Their eyes are locked with the bubblegum pink flesh of your tentacle, so distracted by the pleasure they’re receiving that they don’t even notice a second one ghosting up their spine. 

It’s only when it snakes around their throat that they notice. Brown eyes shoot wide and a soft, helpless moan leaves their lips as you lovingly squeeze the base of their throat. 

“P—please,” they flick their eyes up to you and you’re shocked to see tears lining the corners. 

Your tentacle slips into their underwear, finally dipping into their slick folds. Sloan gasps and throws their head back, their hips thrusting out towards you. It’s hard not to smile at them writhing below, trying to grind themselves into you. 

You poke harshly at their clit. “Please what?”

You let the tentacle around their throat unfurl, gently tracing the skin there until they shiver. Their eyes meet yours and all you can see is the pure want, the pure desperation lurking beneath.  

“Please,” they repeat, “please just—gods, please fuck me.”

Their whiny begging is fucking adorable and while on a worse night you’d be mean, tonight’s not that night. Two more tentacles crowd the skin of your back, slipping under their knees and wrapping around them. 

Sloan looks at you with wide eyes as you pry their legs apart, holding them just high enough in the air that their back is perfectly arched. Their pussy glistens in the moonlight, their juices pooling at their entrance as if inviting you in. 

Your final two tentacles complete the sextet, sliding out from under your shirt. You keep rubbing slow, calculated circles on their clit while your other tentacle moves to prod at their entrance, their hole clenching around nothing. 

The sheer girth at the tentacle prodding at them would be enough to ruin them alone— you vaguely remember your first time with them and how worried you were that you’d tear them apart. But Sloan always takes you, every part of you, like a champ. 

You slowly push the tapered tip into their cunt, their spongy walls already clinging to the first sense of fulfilment. Slowly, you slide it further inside of them, giving them a few seconds to adjust with every inch. 

Your tentacles themselves are eight feet long—no human could possibly take that—but Sloan will be damned if they don’t try. You push further and further, Sloan squirming beneath you all the while, until you feel the hard edge of their cervix. 

You just barely brush it but it prompts moans from Sloan so loud that you prod at their mouth and silence them with a tentacle. 

“So loud,” you coo. “So needy.”

They nod desperately, lips wrapping around the end of the tentacle in their mouth. They fix their eyes on yours and suck on it, grateful for you muffling their cries. 

You speed up the pace of the tentacle in their pussy, rubbing their clit in perfect unison. They squirm and whine but you only tighten your grip on their legs, wrapping your final tentacle around their waist to hold them still. 

Their pussy clenches wildly around you, their walls clenching so tight it almost hurts. “You’re so greedy,” you taunt. “Such a whore, taking six tentacles at once.”

Their pussy gushes at your lewd words, their face turning vermillion. Your tentacle leaves their mouth with a pop, covered in spit that you drag down their shirt, leaving dark marks behind. 

The only warning they get before you slip another tentacle into their greedy pussy is the prodding of it at their entrance. It slides in easily, the fountain of slick pouring from their cunt making it impossibly wet. It’s a tight fit, only made tighter by the fluttering of their walls. 

You thrust the tentacles in and out of them in a rhythm of one after the other. As soon as one slides back the other slides forwards, and then the process repeats all over. Without your tentacle to muffle them, Sloan’s cries only grow louder and louder. 

“Please!” They sob desperately, “please I’m so close.”

You offer them a diabolical smirk, suddenly stilling the assault on their pussy. “Beg for it.���

Their eyes shoot wide, looking at you as if you’ve just said something insane. “B-beg?”

You shake your head and poke their clit for emphasis. You cross your arms, staring at them expectantly. 

“Please let me cum, please. I need to cum so—so fucking badly. I love being fucked by your tentacles, gods, just please let me cum.”

Their raspy, whiny voice and the tears in their eyes and the cute fucking pour on their lips sway you. You use your tentacles to tug them towards you, suspending them next to you in the bed so you can plant a kiss to their lips. 

They sigh in relief when you start to move inside of them again, returning back to your original speed in only a few thrusts. You capture all of their moans into your mouth, drinking them up like the finest red wine. 

They start to tremble before they cum, their legs shaking violently before they gasp into your mouth. You tighten your grip on them, holding them still while their body seizes with the force of their orgasm. 

You kiss them deeper, pulling them into you and releasing the grip of your tentacles around them. They slump against you and you gladly take them in your arms, your last three tentacles still fucking them through their orgasm. 

Cute whines and gasps slip from their lips into the crook of your neck, their hips grinding down into your tentacles. Finally, they go completely still, slumping into your arms. 

You slowly retract your tentacles, bringing one up to your mouth to relish in the taste of their juices. You lap at the tip, cleaning it off before it too retracts. 

Sloan trembles in your arms, their hair slicked to their forehead with sweat. They look so cute in your arms, so fragile, so human. You almost envy it. 

You brush sweaty hair from their brow. “You doing okay, baby?”

They can only nod, already half asleep in your arms. At least now you can rest assured that they really are having sweet dreams.

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[gg-neptune]

Sev When Your Insecure

Title Says everything. Just how I imagine Severus Snape acts when his SO is insecure and doesn't think they are enough for him and low-key hates themselves (not projecting)

My Man My Man My Man My Man My Man My Man My Man Pls excuse spelling and grammar I checked for it, but I am currently losing my eyesight lolol. ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o)

Anyways hope you guys love it <33333 Feedback appreciated as always!

does not understand

like actually

he thinks he is hideous anyways and then here you are thinking you are not good enough or that you are not beautiful enough for him

especially the for him part

he sees you in your daily life every day and not once has the thought "ugly" ever crossed his mind

he thinks everything about you is perfect and he simply does not care what anyone thinks

and that includes you

it's not like he goes for looks primarily

he cares more about the fact if there is a genuine connection and if he loves them and if they love him

however, he does think you are the most beautiful person to ever grace the planet

you think your ugly?

that simply cannot be

he will spend hours upon hours praising and worshiping you and your body

days even until he is convinced you see what he sees

he will also try to find the root of all of this

maybe it was deep rooted trauma you haven't yet healed from completely, maybe you were just left alone with your thoughts and a mirror for too long, or maybe some asshole had the audacity to comment on your appearance

he will do his best to help with all of this regardless the situation

he will reassure you however many ties you need and when you deny you are not, he will argue with you as many times as he has to until you give

and he will do it without complaint or annoyance, because he knows what he has needed all these years

he'll press gentle kisses to your body focusing on certain parts of your body you might not like specifically

whispering gentle praise in between them

and if anyone has the nerve to call you ugly Infront of him or he hears you say someone did

that person is going to have a very scary 6'2 man on their front doorstep who "just wants to talk"

he knows what being insecure feels like and he hates the fact that you also feel that way

he's always there for you and your always enough for him

and after this he is always going to make sure you know that

always

[moonspirit]

I NEED MORE Aruani and Jeanpiku post-rumbling headcanons. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!!!!!! THE POTENTIAL THE CHEMISTRY AAAAHHHHHHHHH

AHahah xD Hello anon~

You know, it strikes me that in both relationships, everybody is a polar opposite from each other (but sharing some tiny similarities).

Because between Aruani, Armin's the more "dominant one" (in a soft-boy way) whereas in Jeanpiku, that's Pieck's role xD

On a double date, Armin will compliment Annie in the sweetest, most innocent way possible, something like "omg Annie you look so pretty in that hat (⁠灬•⁠ᴗ⁠•灬⁠)⁠♡". But can you imagine Pieck? Just smirking as Jean tries on a hat or a shirt or something before she goes: *whistle* "Hooo boi, I wanna smash ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)"

Cue: Annie blushes a billion degrees, while Jean is slightly scared for his life.

On the other hand, if the four of them run into some bullies trying to pick trouble, you have Annie radiating dark energy so terrifying nobody dares to come close to Armin or even say a word to him. With Jeanpiku? There's Jean who's jumping at the chance to be a cool-guy by scaring off the bad guys by whispering menacing things at them.

Cue: Armin being all "hehe isn't my girlfriend so amazing ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ", while Pieck scoffs about being able to do better than Jean (she's secretly very impressed).

In a cafe or restobar, Armin wants coffee, Annie wants a hot chocolate, Jean wants red wine, and Pieck wants anything with 96% alcohol.

For food, Armin wants something cheesy, Annie wants something sweet, Jean prefers gourmet and savoury while Pieck orders that one thing that breaks the Scoville scale in terms of spiciness and proceeds to set everyone's face on fire.

Now for PDA? Armin manages to sneak in a kiss now and then; he's very very good at it okay?! Nobody's looking, and a quck smol peck on Annie's nose! In general it's very soft and mild with Aruani, they're all about the tiny gestures like hand-holding and brushing back each other's hair... but do not underestimate them! When they go home, it's time to rearrange Annie's guts (❀❛ ֊ ❛❀)♡

Jeanpiku tho? Pieck's easily Rated 18+ at all and any times, but Jean's... pathetically innocent. This guy has never had any game, only pretense, and it's much the same with kissing and sex. Pieck would make out with him for 0.10 seconds and it leaves him burning up and fainting on the ground. RIP. There's also logistical constraints, which is that Pieck TRIES to sneak a kiss just to get a rise out of him but he's!! too fucking tall! Fuck this shit! (it gives her a lot of frustration poor girl. But she gets what she wants in the bedroom (≖⩊≖))

Materialistically, Armin likes books and buildables (like plane models and ships in bottles), Annie likes puzzles and anything that involves getting a cute fuzzy thing as a prize (bonus points if it's baked and edible too), Jean appreciates classical art, painting supplies and fashionable accessories... and Pieck... oh Pieck. She brings home the most unhinged titan-sized and deeply horrifying things like occult items, full-size plushies that look disturbing and dinosaur fossils. Jean always pretends to hate them but then takes care of them more than her... for her <3

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Let's get cozy for the second to last BG3 Holiday Challenge prompt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Prompt: Getting Cozy

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: Your favorite spot in your entire house is right in front of the fireplace, usually because it’s your spot to talk to Astarion and warm yourselves together before bed. After most of a winter together, you begin to fall into a new habit with Astarion, and find all the more reason to love the spot. 

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, post-canon, suggestive comments and activities hehe

Word count: ~1.2k

"Hurry up dear!" you hear Astarion call from the bedroom. "If you don't, I shall have to start without you."

"If you do, I'll never forgive you!" you yell back, balancing two glasses in one hand, clutching a wine bottle in the other as you rush up the stairs. "In fact, if you do, I'll drink this entire bottle without you."

You hear the vampire's laugh ring down to you, followed by, "An empty threat, you're a delightful drunk."

Recalling the times he's seen you make an utter fool of yourself while drunk, you find yourself blushing and shouting back, "In that case, consider me abstinent!"

By the time you finish your sentence you stand in the doorway to your room, only to find Astarion ready for you with a seductive smile. He speaks in that low, growling voice he knows you like, "Abstinent, you say? Are you sure you want to commit to that while your handsome lover welcomes you like this?"

And you have to admit, he has a point. He awaits you in front of the crackling fireplace, draped in a thick woolen blanket, and surrounded by the biggest, fluffiest pillows your ill-gotten wealth could buy. Astarion himself is bathed in the warm glow of the fire, wearing a light, breezy robe, luring you forward with the object you've come to pine for all winter long: a wooden massage ball.

It looks innocuous, truly. Just a round little piece of wood for which you normally would not have spared a second glance. But how naive you used to be– now that you've used it, had it used on you, you're certain there's no greater treasure on the material plane. In Astarion's skilled hands? Well, there's likely no greater treasure in any plane. It’s become your winter ritual, to sit in front of the fire, work away the day’s difficulties, and enjoy each others’ company.

So you give him an annoyed look, trying your best not to look every bit as eager as you are. Astarion doesn't comment on your act, but he does pat in front of him, "Let's let bygones be bygones, shall we?"

Despite your ever-present urge to tease your lover, your willpower is weak in the face of his sweet little summon, the temptation of the ball is practically lulling you into place. You find yourself seated in front of him a moment later, back facing your waiting lover. “You’re the one who started it,” you grumble. “But, unlike some vampires, I can be the mature one.” Your body betrays your words, already beginning to lean into his touch.

“Good,” he murmurs into your neck. “I knew you would see reason.”

You’re about to quip back, a remark on the very tip of your tongue, when Astarion presses the massage ball into the curve of your shoulder blade. Instead, a very undignified groan leaves your lips, and you find yourself leaning further back instinctively. “Mmm, yes, right there,” you breathe out as he pushes a bit harder, rolling the ball back and forth.

“Oh darling,” Astarion whispers into your hair. “You’ll make me blush if you continue like that.”

You should probably be the one blushing, but you can’t help it. Your adventures hadn’t ended with the defeat of the Absolute and, while you had a home to come back to, your muscles ached from the winter’s cold. There was something about this that just felt so deserved, for both of you, that you felt next to no shame. You say as much to your lover, eyes closed as he continues to work the muscles toward your neck. “Mmm, no shame in… mmm, a nice evening routine.”

“It’s a shame that we didn’t find this little artifact while we were traveling with the rest of our companions,” he says with a chuckle. “I can almost hear Shadowheart’s complaints from here– wouldn’t they have been just delectable?”

He begins rolling out a knot in your neck and words are hard for you to form, so you only manage a mangled, “Mmm mhm, y-yesss.”

“She’d say something like, ‘Would it kill the two of you to be a bit quieter next time?’ and we’d lock eyes for a moment, only for you to burst into laughter,” he says wistfully, and you can hear the soft smile in his voice. “Gods, it was fun toying with them.”

You’re currently incapacitated, the ball working its way to your other shoulder, but you register the nostalgia in Astarion’s words. It surprises you, but only a bit– he’d always been reluctant to admit his affection for the others, but you knew it was there, deep down. 

When he’s finally released you from the intoxicating spell of his massage, you turn around toward him and say, “Do you miss them?”

“Miss who?” he asks, as he begins to pour you both a glass of wine.

“Miss our friends?” you reply, gratefully taking the glass he offers you. 

Astarion takes a long sip, red eyes watching you as he drinks. “‘Miss’ is a strong word, love…”

“Is it?” you ask innocently, and gesture for him to turn around. “In that case, what would you call it?”

It’s only after he’s turned, lowered his robe for you, and scooched back into your lap that he responds, “I would call it a wish. I simply wish I could bother them a bit more. Besides, can you truly miss someone who you’ve just seen? They were here only a few weeks ago.”

You think about that as you start to roll the massage ball into Astarion’s shoulders, following the same path he took on your back. He hums a happy noise of approval as you get to work, and you press a bit harder to make sure he squirms under your touch as much as you did his. Once you hear an appropriate groan of satisfaction, you answer him, “I miss you if I leave for too long. Do you not miss me?”

“Ohhh, darling,” he says, drawing out his words as you knead into his back muscles. “Of– of course I do.”

“Well then.” You lean into your next roll, feeling the tension in his back melt as you move forward. “Seems to me that you could miss them. If you’ll allow yourself to, I suppose.”

Astarion scoffs at your statement and it comes out breathy. “I- I don’t see the need.”

“You don’t need to miss anyone, Astarion,” you say, massaging along his neck now. “It’s just part of caring for someone. Of being friends with someone.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs, tilting his head to the side, inadvertently tickling your hand with his hair. “Not friends,” is all he manages.

You stop the massage for a moment to bring him back to reality. “Would it really kill you to admit that they’re your friends?”

His shoulders slump in front of you, as if sad that they’re no longer being attended to. He does respond a second later, only to say, “What if it does kill me? Best not to risk it.”

“One of these days, Astarion,” you start, moving back to rolling out his neck muscles. “You will admit it. And you’ll survive, by some miracle.”

The laugh he gives comes out in little puffs, as you press around a particularly tough knot. “If Karlach ever hears me calling her my friend… you’re the one nursing me back to health from her hug.”

“You have my word,” you say, finishing out the massage’s path. Then you give him a suggestive little eyebrow wiggle, handing him back the massage ball. “Shall we go for a second round?”

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Learning to Share

The lovely @galacticroyal93 has once again commissioned me! Thank you so much you're the greatest!!! This one is for all four yandere Papyruses kidnapping and then...loving the same person ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) So if you are a minor please go away, but if you're over 18, then enjoy!!!

You stared up at the ceiling blankly.  It was Friday.  The fifth day of your capture.  You sighed and rolled over, trying to find the will to get out of bed.

It had started normally.  You had become friends with Slim, a friendly skeleton monster, and you had quickly become a part of each others’ lives.  You and him had hung out whenever you could, and soon enough, you met his cousins.  Apparently he had a lot of them, eight all together in one house.  They had seemed normal enough…

But then some of them started to get attached.  Too attached.

The tall skeletons, Papyrus, Noir, and Hound, along with Slim of course, had begun vying for your attention.  Papyrus and Noir would show off and try to impress you, while Slim and Hound would try to get you to smile, and try to share any food or drink they could with you, just to see you happy.

It was nice!  For a while.  Then, things started to get…weird.  Papyrus would somehow show up wherever you were, Noir seemed to have a few things that looked suspiciously close to things you had lost, Hound somehow knew your favorite drink order, and Slim, although still sweet, would pull you a bit too close when anyone else tried to talk to you.

Definitely strange.

Well, five days ago, you figured out why.

You had been trying to find a good recipe to cook for dinner, when you heard something strange behind you.  

A footstep.

You lived alone.

Instantly, you stiffened up.  Your hand moved slowly away from the recipe book, to the knife block.  You grabbed a knife, and whipped around.

Almost faster than you could blink, a hand caught your wrist.  You were met with a very familiar sight.  Noir.  He smirked down at you gleefully.

“AT LEAST WE KNOW YOU’RE NOT COMPLETELY DEFENSELESS,” he chuckled.  “WELL DONE, SWEET THING.  A VALIANT EFFORT.”

“N-Noir??  What are you doing in my house?” you demanded.  You tried to sound tough, but couldn’t stop your voice from wavering.

“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?  WE’RE HERE TO TAKE YOU HOME.”

“We?  Home??” you gasped.  You finally looked over Noir’s shoulder to see the other three skeletons behind him.  They were moving boxes out of your room, almost like they were helping you move.  Forcefully.

Using your distraction, Noir took his chance to grab the knife from your hand.  “WOULDN’T WANT YOU HURTING YOURSELF,” he explained casually.  Without looking, he threw the knife.  It stuck in the wall with a loud SHUNK.

You were doomed.

Noir leaned down, his fangs almost touching your ear.  “Now…We Can Do This The Easy Way, Or The Hard Way,” he whispered.  “Either You Come Quietly, Or I Knock You Out And Throw You In The Trunk.  Your Choice.”

“A-are you going to hurt me?” you squeaked pitifully.

“I Don’t Want To Hurt You,” Noir explained.  “But I Will Do What I Must.”

Shaking, you had gone with him quietly.  You were crying silently during the long drive, sure that they were going to do…something to you.  You weren’t sure what.  Kill you?  Sell you for your soul?  Was your friendship with Slim all a lie?  Had he just been kind to you to get to this moment?

Thankfully, once you got to the skeletons’ house, they explained.  Or more accurately, Hound had hugged you tight and kissed you, and then the others explained.

They were in love with you.  All four of them.  They had for months.  Not only did they love you, but they were basically obsessed with you.  They had been stalking you for a while, keeping tabs on you, protecting you, and just falling further and further in love.

They had tried to work things out, and eventually came to a very tenuous agreement.  They would kidnap you, bring you to their home, and share.  For a while.  They would each get you for one day out of the week, and after a  little while, you would decide which of them you would be with forever.

It was definitely a daunting decision.  They were all crazy, obviously, but…they were undeniably very handsome.  And very caring, and thoughtful.  On Monday, the day after you had been taken, Papyrus had treated you to a delicious, homemade dinner.  You had eaten it together under candlelight, which was very romantic despite his “dating outfit” having basketballs for shoulders, and him checking his dating manual every five minutes.

On Tuesday, Slim and you had done a few jigsaw puzzles while watching your favorite movies.  Afterward, you made cookies together!  Slim had eaten lots of the dough, but you still got a few cookies safely into the oven.

On Wednesday, Noir and you went outside!  It was the first time you had seen the sky in two days, and even though he squeezed your hand threateningly every time you talked to someone, walking in the park with hot chocolate had been lovely.

Yesterday, Hound had insisted on playing some games together.  You had started with some card games before moving on to Mario Kart.  Hound was surprisingly good at the game, and you had only won a single race.  Despite that, he was a good sport, and was perfectly happy just sitting on the couch with you.

But today…who would have you on Friday?  Would the order start over, and you’d have another day with Papyrus?  Or would you get the day to yourself?  Yeah, that didn’t seem likely.

Finally, you forced yourself out of bed.  It was still your bed, the skeletons had moved everything from your room to their home, and you had to admit that having all the same things was…comforting somehow.  You got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

Just like the other days, Noir and Papyrus were already awake and cooking food.  They chatted idly, turning when you walked in.  “AH, TK!” Papyrus beamed.  “GOOD MORNING!”

“G-good morning,” you muttered.  You sat down nervously.  “Um…what’s for breakfast?”

“WE HAVE MADE WAFFLES AND BACON,” Noir said proudly.

Your stomach rumbled.  “Good, good……Um…what’s the plan for today?”

Noir furrowed his brow.  “PLAN?”

“Yeah, who’s going to have me for the day?”

“all of us do.”  You jumped at Slim’s voice right behind you.  He always moved so quietly!  Slim rubbed the sleep from his eyes and plopped down next to you.  “mornin’, hun~”

“What do you mean, ‘all of you’?” you asked.  “Are you all going to, like…have an hour each?”

“nah, figured we’d do a group date or somethin’,” Slim shrugged.  “go to a movie, or smash bros tournament, maybe.  ‘course goin’ out would be nice with so many of us to keep an eye socket on you.”

Right.  Even if you went out, there was no way to escape.  You pushed the thought from your mind.  “Oh.  Well, I guess that sounds nice!”

“‘s’long as i don’t have to do any running i’m game.”  You jumped again.  Hound was just as sneaky as Slim!  The sharp toothed skeleton pressed a kiss to the top of your head.  “good to see ya angel~”

“You saw me yesterday too!” you laughed softly.

“and bein’ asleep was too long without ya,” he responded.  He sat down next to you, on the opposite side of Slim.

Soon enough, the food was ready, and Noir and Papyrus brought over plates of thick, fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon.  All five of you eagerly dug in, the skeletons chatting and arguing a bit as they did.

You closed your eyes happily.  There was just something so…peaceful about it.  Even though they had kidnapped you, you felt safe around these skeletons.  They loved you, you knew that now, and just having them near you was such a comfy feeling.  If they hadn’t kidnapped you, this would be a dream come true.

“what do ya think, tk?”  The sound of your name snapped you back to reality.  “that sound okay?”

“Huh?”

They all laughed softly at your absent mindedness.  “WE WERE JUST WONDERING IF BINGING A SHOW WAS OKAY WITH YOU,” Papyrus smiled.  “WE CAN MAKE A BLANKET FORT IF YOU WANT!”

“Y-yeah, that sounds good!” you smiled.  It would be nice, cuddling with all the skeletons.  Although, with that thought in your head, how would you do that?  There wasn’t a bed big enough for five people, so you’d have to make do.

After breakfast, the skeletons went to work, leaving you locked in the house alone until that evening.  While you were alone, you doodled yourself and the four of them in a giant bed together.  It wasn’t really feasible, but the thought of it made you feel warm.

That evening, the skeletons came home, and were all eager for your movie night.  They eagerly placed a few mattresses on the ground of your bedroom and hung up blankets.  Well, you, Noir, and Papyrus did.  Hound and Slim “supervised”.

When everything was set up, you got dressed.  Papyrus insisted that you all wear pajamas, and so you were wearing an old t shirt and some soft shorts.  The others were wearing lazy clothes as well, and it was a welcome surprise to see them in more casual attire.

Papyrus started some cheesy reality show that you could all make fun of, and they all settled in around you.  Papyrus was behind you, acting like a backrest.  Noir was to your side, leaning against your left shoulder.  Hound’s head was in your lap, using your thighs as a pillow, and Slim was on your right, leaning much more into you than Noir.  He was almost like a slug squishing into your side!

It was stupidly cozy.  You and your four…captors.  You had to remind yourself that they were your captors.  Not boyfriends.  They were keeping you prisoner.

You shook your head.  You would worry about that later.  For now, you could pretend, right?  It was probably the Stockholm syndrome talking, but you wanted to pretend that things were back to normal.

Just for a while.

About an hour into your binge, you were all laughing and chatting happily.  You half expected to fall asleep, but the four of them kept you too entertained.  It was really pure domestic bliss.

Well, maybe except for Hound’s hand creeping further and further up your thigh.

You had tried to ignore it at first, to give him plausible deniability.  But you couldn’t ignore it anymore.  His hand was getting closer and closer to the junction of your thighs.

And the worst part is, you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop him.

Sure, you knew it was wrong.  He had kidnapped you and kept you captive for five days, and now he was trying to make the moves on you?

But on the other hand…his fingers felt so nice as they danced further and further.  You shuddered softly as they finally reached your clothed sex.

You bit your lip to hide your moan.  Just that soft touch felt amazing.  It had been way too long since you’d gotten some action…what could it hurt?

Hound’s eyes met yours.  He quirked his brow in question.  You gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

A wicked grin spread across his face.  His fingers continued their back and forth motion, feather light, just enough to tease.  Fuck, you needed more.  You spread your legs as much as you could with Hound’s skull still on your thighs.

“AHEM, REMEMBER WHAT WE AGREED, HOUND,” Papyrus’s voice cut through into your little world.  You squeaked and snapped your legs together.

Hound just smirked.  “i don’t know whatcha mean, didn’t actually fuck her, did i?”

“WELL…NO, BUT THE INTENT WAS THERE!”

“AND WE AGREED NO SEX BEFORE SHE ASKED,” Noir growled.  “WE’RE NOT ANIMALS.”

“hey, tk wanted it too!” Hound huffed, finally sitting up.  “didn’t ya, angel?”

Your face warmed.  “I-I mean…yes?”

“a yes with a question mark ain’t good enough,” Slim scoffed.

“Fine then, yes.”  You covered your face, embarrassed.

Instantly, four pairs of hands were all over you, gently slipping under your clothes.  “Well Darling, Why Didn’t You Say So Earlier?” Papyrus whispered in your ear.  You shuddered as his hands found your breasts and tweaked your nipples playfully.  “We’re More Than Happy To Help You~”

“THIS WILL BE THE PERFECT CHANCE TO PROVE I AM THE BEST CHOICE!” Noir grinned.  You could practically feel his smugness coming off of him in waves.

“psh, as if, i’m gonna make ‘em see stars,” Hound interjected.  His hands were right back to your pussy, this time not even trying to be subtle.

Slim didn’t say anything, but you could hear a faint growl coming from his chest.  Before you could say anything, he grabbed your shirt and tore it off of you.

You shrieked and tried to cover yourself, but Papyrus grabbed your wrists in his strong hands and pulled them away.  “Don’t Be Shy,” he purred.  “We’ve Wanted This View For Months~”

You bit your lip, refusing to meet any of their eyes.  While you did, Hound took the chance to get you out of your shorts.  “let us see every inch of ya, angel,” he hummed.  “i can’t wait to taste ya~”

As soon as the shorts were off your hips, all four of them froze.  Slim moaned softly.  “fuck, you smell so good,” he panted.

“And You Look Divine,” Noir agreed.  He gently moved his gloved hands to your hips.  “So Soft…So Beautiful…”

“fuck!  i can’t take it anymore!!”  Before you could even ask, Hound dove between your legs, threw your legs over his shoulders, and licked right up your pussy.  You let out a shocked moan at both the pleasure and the change of position.  Papyrus still had a grip on your wrists, so you couldn’t brace yourself against anything as Hound began to eagerly eat you out.

His long, magical tongue almost seemed like it had a mind of its own.  Your eyes rolled back as it slipped inside you.  It was almost like a tentacle, seeking out your most sensitive spots while his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles.

“stars,” Slim moaned.  He was rubbing the front of his pants, where an orange glow could be seen.  “you’re so fuckin’ hot, be nice and loud,” he begged.  You had no choice but to oblige when Hound’s tongue found your g spot.

Hound grinned against you as he attacked the spot over and over again.  Fuck, you were so close, you couldn’t hold back any more!

You came against Hound’s face.  Hard.  You let out breathy pants as your orgasm washed over you.  Hound moaned as if he was the one who had just cum as he drank up everything you had to give him.  

He pulled back only after you had fully come down from your high, panting and relaxing against Papyrus’s chest.  “that was better than i ever imagined,” he purred deeply.  “you’re the tastiest fuckin’ dessert i’ve ever had~”

“I Hope You’re Warmed Up,” Noir smirked.  He pushed Hound out of the way as he made his way to your front.  “Because The Main Event Is Just Beginning~”

“M-main event?” you squeaked.

“what, you think we’re gonna let him have all the fun?” Slim scoffed.  “that was just the appetizer.”

“You Aren’t Going To Leave Us Hanging, Are You?” Papyrus whispered.  He ground his boner against your ass, and you could feel just how hard he was from Hound’s little show.

Well, it would be cruel just to leave them all like this…  “Okay,” you finally said.

A wicked grin from Noir was all the warning you had before you were flipped around.  Now you were facing Papyrus, and he looked just as shocked as you.  “LAY DOWN,” Noir ordered his double.

Papyrus seemed to get what Noir wanted and grinned.  He fully laid down, bringing you with him.  “It’s Okay, Sweet Thing, We’ll Take Good Care Of You,” Papyrus smiled.  He lifted you up, pulling off his pajama pants before gently lowering you onto his cock.

You gasped and shook as he filled you up.  Sure, Hound’s tongue had done a good job of stretching you, but Papyrus was so long!  It felt like you would never stop your descent, he just kept going deeper and deeper~

Finally, you bottomed out, and lay panting, chest to chest with Papyrus.  The skeleton brushed some hair out of your face.  “Well Done, You Take Me So Perfectly!  I Just Knew You Could Do It!”

Just as you were about to speak, something hard prodded against your ass.  You yelped and turned your head to see Noir’s pierced cock nudging at your entrance.  “Just Relax,” he almost ordered.  “It Will Make This Easier.”

You nodded, before Papyrus grabbed your chin, bringing you in for a kiss.  His tongue invaded your mouth, thoroughly distracting you as Noir slowly pushed inside you.

Fuck!  It burned, but still felt amazing!  You weren’t sure if Noir was using some kind of magic to help him, but as he filled you up in new ways, you didn’t care.  You slowly began rocking against Papyrus, using his ribs like handles to ground yourself.

Papyrus pulled away from your kiss to moan.  “Fuck, Do That Again,” he demanded.  You moved your hand in the same way, and Papyrus let out a shuddering breath.  Oh, you liked that sound~

Finally, Noir settled inside of you.  He growled, his tight grip sure to leave bruises.  Finally, he pulled out, before slamming back inside.

You screamed.  You weren’t afraid to admit it.  Having both of their cocks filling you at once, it was almost too much.  Both of them began moving in unison, as one pulled out, the other pushed in, making sure you were never empty.

Just as you were getting used to this, you felt something else at your lips.  You looked up to see Slim.  His honey colored cock was in front of you.  He almost looked embarrassed, but he didn’t even need to ask.  You took him into your mouth.

Slim gasped, an even prettier sound than Papyrus’s.  He put his hand on your head, not to force you down, just for something to hold onto.  His cocks even tasted like honey!

As if he didn’t want to be left out, Hound grabbed your hand and held it to his cock.  It felt almost like a tentacle, similar to his tongue.  You happily moved your hand around it, wanting to make all of them feel just as good as you did.

Noir and Papyrus started to move faster.  It was almost like they were as pent up as you had been.  Papyrus was practically drooling as your hand on his ribs gripped even tighter.  He clumsily rubbed your clit, as if returning the favor.

“You’re So Fucking Perfect,” Noir snarled.  “Taking Us All So Well…”

“you feel amazing,” Slim chimed in.  “i wanna make you feel this good too~”

“such a pretty human,” Hound panted. “We Love You!”

“can’t believe you’re finally ours!”

“wanna see ya cum with all your holes filled~”

“You’re So Fucking Tight~”

“Squeezing Us So Perfectly-”

“cum for us, please honey, please-”

It was all so much!  The knot inside you was tightening further and further, and it only took Noir reaching around you to pinch your nipples and-

You exploded.

You screamed around Slim’s cock as you came.  Your vision turned white, and your body moved against your will.  You thrashed and squirmed, but all their hands held you tight.  Your screaming quickly caused Slim to cum, and he pulled out before painting your chest with his magic.

The others were soon to follow, Noir and Papyrus cumming deep inside you, while Hound’s magic joined Slim’s on your chest.  You almost didn’t register it as you rode through wave after wave of pleasure.

You collapsed on Papyrus’s chest.  “Holy shit…” you panted.

“You Can Say That Again,” Papyrus grinned.  “Thank You.”

“all right, my turn with her pussy.”  You were unceremoniously pulled off Papyrus and onto Slim’s cock.  You choked out a gasp as he filled you up yet again.  “sorry honey, we’re not stopping ‘til you pass out~” Slim winked.

You were fucked.

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Later that night, you were sleeping peacefully in your bed.  The skeletons had cleaned you up and tucked you into your clean sheets.  You were truly perfect, taking all of them multiple times, until you couldn’t cum any more.  What had they done to deserve you?

“Well…Who Do You Think Won?” Noir whispered as they slowly shut your door.  You deserved plenty of rest after that.

“me, obviously, i made her cum first,” Hound bragged.

“but did ya see how her legs shook after she sat on my face?  i think i won,” Slim interrupted.

“I’D SAY WE ALL WON!”  Papyrus held up a piece of paper.  The others all stared at it, not quite knowing what they were seeing.

It was a doodle of all five of you sleeping together in one bed.  Around it were several notes, like “two mattresses?” and “at least fifteen feet wide” and “california king mattress” circled.  It was a very cute doodle, clearly made quickly, but…

The thing they noticed was that you looked happy.  Very happy.  Even though it was a rushed drawing, the peaceful smile on your face stood out.

“WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT SETTLES IT,” Noir shrugged.

“maybe sharing won’t be too bad,” Slim mused.

“I, FOR ONE, CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES TOGETHER!”

They all couldn’t agree more.

[jooillusion]

Flor, I wanna know what you think about Gunil praising his gf during sexy time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ANONNNNN.

okay first off GUNIL GUNIL GUNIL (me manifesting him in the mirror rn.)

LIKE TO HAVE THIS MAN PRAISING YOU IN YOUR EAR IS A DREAM 😭😭😭😭

get ready bc i’m like reallllll delulu over thee goo gunil </3

let’s start with outside of sexy time. he’s definitely the type of bf to praise you over anything. you’re practicing painting and drawing and he encourages you to keep going with “good job” and “keep up the good work” </3. you sit on his lap while he teaches you to play drums and when he pulls his hands away to let you play on your own he claps his hands with a “you’re a fast learner princess” UGH YOU LITERALLY CANT CONVINCE ME HIS FAVORITE PET NAME ISNT PRINCESS OKAY.

inside of sexy time though when gunil feels a little pent up he never verbally says it but shows it. in no time his pecks will turn into long kisses to intense makeouts and his hands are already reaching for the waistband of your bottoms. (speaking delusionally) i think gunils favorite position is missionary so he can see your face. when he preps you he definitely whispers “you’re taking my fingers so well” and it just makes you whine into the air and gunil smile. and prep cannot end without you orgasming so when you do cum gunil calls you a good girl for cumming all over his fingers </3

now when he first enters you after all the foreplay, he’ll tell you how perfect you are and how you were made for each other and when he fully bottoms out he’ll tell you how much he loves you. between thrusts in and out he’ll grunt out how good you feel and OH BOY do those thrusts match the praises, full of love man </3. UGHHHH and when he’s close to cumming he’ll let you know and tell you to cum with him, so when you two do cum together he’ll bury himself deep inside of you making sure to hear how good you make him feel.

same thing with giving gunil head he’ll tell you how good your mouth is <3

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #9

This one has a few more quotes since I haven't posted in a couple days. I've been enjoying this whole thing tremendously. Thank you for all the likes and reblogs! Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. Plus a sprinkle of Soapghost ♡♡♡

first speaking appearance for Graves! who'd have thunk? about time. In my defense, I had to do a lot of scrolling to get to him, okay?

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Soap, tending to Y/N's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Y/N: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend. Ghost: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Y/N: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!? Ghost: No! Four to five seconds! Soap: Too late!!!

Y/N: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise. Ghost: I beg to differ. Y/N: Then Beg. (imagining the silence that would follow this brings me great joy)

Gaz: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Y/N: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Ghost: Soap and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Soap: Sentences. Ghost: Don't interrupt me.

Graves: I was arrested for being too cool. Y/N: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence. (a wild Graves appears!)

Y/N: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Gaz: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Y/N: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Y/N: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Soap: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Y/N: Walking into a room Sorry I’m late… I was… doing things. Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder Graves: Out of breath THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Y/N: I prevented a murder today. Ghost, raising an eyebrow: Really? How’d you do that? Y/N: self-control.

Ghost & Soap: Please, we're begging you to go to a doctor. Y/N: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Y/N: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Gaz: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Y/N: Absolutely not.

Y/N: I made tea. Ghost: I don’t want tea. (bold-faced lie) Y/N: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea. Ghost: Then why are you telling me? Y/N: It is a conversation starter. Ghost: That’s a lousy conversation starter. Y/N: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Soap: I turned out perfectly fine! Price: Soap, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast. Soap: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!! Y/N, leaning over to whisper to Gaz: should we tell him it was actually Ghost? Gaz: nah Rudy: So he thinks a ghost made it, when it was actually our Ghost? Y/N: beautifully ironic, isn't it?

König: I’m going to take you out Y/N: great, it’s a date! König: I meant that as a threat. Y/N: See you at five! (god, I need to be taken out as well.)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

[askyuuandco]

Twisted Wonderland Quotes 13

Najma: There's a spider >m>'///

Jamil: SO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?!

Najma: KILL IT!

Jamil: YOU SAW IT FIRST!

Najma: YOU KILL IT! YOU'RE THE MAN!

Jamil: *wears a dress and make up* SINCE WHEN?!

Najma: O_O

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Yuu: *about to eat a snack*

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: *hovers over him/her/them*

Yuu: =-=

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: Let us get a cookie >:D *try to take it*

Yuu: NO! *forces their hands away*

Grim: CROWLEY!!!!

Crowley: *summoned because he hears arguing*

Yuu: I'm out! <m<'///

Crowley: *uses a levitation spell* Where do you think your going!? *turns Yuu back around* Give them some!

Yuu: *trying his/her/their damnest to not share* NEVER!!!

Crowley: NOW!

Yuu: *was force to share*

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: *take the whole thing off Cookies* Appreciate it >:D *runs off with the whole thing*

Yuu: WWWHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!!!! D:<

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Y/N: I tried to get the waiters attention by blinking in morse code

OB! Anyone of Choice: Why are you blinking so much? (⊙‿⊙)

Y/N: I've got something in my eye! <:D

OB! Anyone of Choice: Here let me get it out. (⊙‿⊙)

Y/N: No thank you *mumbles the last bit* I don't wanna die ;-;

Waiter: Bonjour monsieur/dame was blinking at me is it because your date is a freak? =-=

OB! Anyone of Choice: *acting of innocents* :D

Y/N: No ;-;

Waiter: very good then Bon appétit. =>=

Y/N: ;A;'/// *whispers* don't leave me

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Yuu: *with a puppet and talking in a goofy voice* You got my money deuce? :D

Deuce: O_O ?! what the-

Yuu: I'm going to make your life a living nightmare! :D

Yuu: I just want my money Deuce *goes closer to his face* are you going to make this difficult?（ΩuΩ）

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First Years: *watching cartoon* :D

---cartoon gets cut with announcement---

TV: if you see another person that looks identical to you run away and hide.

Grim: that's bulls***=-=

First years: yep agreeable

First years: *peak from the window and see people that look like them* OAO'///

Doppelgangers: ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬

First years: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *hide in Yuu's room and barricade the doors and windows*

Lilia: *who was trolling them with Illusion magic with assistances from Cater* hehehe >:D

Cater: this is going to scar them for life >_>

Lilia: I know this is funny :D

Their Doppelgangers: ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬

---To Be Continued meme plays---

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Swap! Malleus: *staring at Swap!Yuu and sighs* I wish I didn't get so shy at times ;-;

Swap! Grim: You didn't ask him/her/them yet?!

Swap! Grim: You mortals only got so much time <w<

Swap! Malleus: If Yuu can put the fear of god in you then so can I ( ╬ ಠิ益ಠิ)

Swap! Grim: *whimpers* ;m;

[bozzowl]

NSFW HEAD CANNONS!!!

minors dni please

since Scarab is a shapeshifter, here are some head cannons regarding his manly bits and other things... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

* His dong can change shape at will, like the rest of him. though usually stays the same because it is kept inside.

*definitely a dom, will pin you down and bite your neck so everyone knows you are his

* protective and probably the jealous type, especially when you are hanging out with prismo instead of him

since he likes midevil dramas, he'd definitely be into roleplay. like, he's your knight and you are his damsel/prince in distress

Given how his mouth can change, imagine how eating out would be...

Imagine roleplaying getting captured and bondage. Like, handcuffed to the bed or tied up.

Would definitely use his various forms during roleplaying

can pin you to the wall and has four arms for "multitasking" :3

would speak in shakesphere and get poetic to add a touch of romance

whispers in your ear how you are his and how precious you are to him

will make you look at him during the deed so he can see your cute expressions and watch as you make those cute sounds he likes so much

Would be no surprise if he makes beetle noises during funtime

faceplate bursts open with his mandibles, moaning loudly as he releases~

aftercare and will cuddle you afterwards. lots of cuddles and will hold you close as you two spoon.

Loves how you smell and will complement any perfume/cologne (though likes it better when you smell like him-)

will let you on top if you behave~

Likes to hear about how good a job he's doing~

Will punish/ tease you playfully if you misbehave~

Likes to look at you, will treasure and caress every inch of you as long as you are his~

Will call you darling, my love and other affectionate things...

[fareehaandspaniards]

can we have.......... ☮ for ludwig, ☠ for yurie, ▼ for impostor iosefka, anddd ☆ for caryll !

The ask game itself

☮ - friendship headcanon for Ludwig

Since I always imagined Ludwig as a foreigner, this means he left his homeland to serve and help Yharnam. He is an easy-going person and easily makes friends wherever he goes. In his homeland he had quite a few friends among the local knighthood and nobility that he missed. But in Yharnam he also found friendship with many - his wife, Gehrman, Maria, the whole Tomb Prospectors' squad, Logarius ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), but I consider his friendship with Laurence to be the one that has been building the longest!

In my headcanons their relationship began with mutual dislike and Laurence's strong desire to take advantage of such a quality sample of fresh blood from foreign lands. Ludwig had far more respect for Willem, for old and wise scholar. And Laurence, for his part, was not shy about accustoming Ludwig to the ways of Yharnam and, in fact, found him a wife with the benefit to himself in mind (that's probably another story, because Ludwig's wife is an OC I'm not talking about, but I think a lot). Also their age difference was big - they were separated by about 20 years.

Gradually, however, Laurence proved himself to be a good leader, and Ludwig became convinced that he was really trying for the people of his town. The growing respect made it easier for the Holy Blade to trust the vicar's orders, and encouraged him to devote himself to Yharnam wholeheartedly, so much so that he began to forget his homesickness. Ludwig had not been initiated into religious ordinances (eye-growing, dead Kos, etc.) for a long time, and the first hunter of the Church was in the same ignorance as the city he was defending.

They were also brought together by matters of love, which both were eager to discuss. Laurence adored gossip, and Ludwig was in constant need of advice regarding both of his beloved ones. Also, Laurence knew his young daughter, as he had been a guest of his once. After seeing how Ludwig played and interacted with his daughter, the vicar began to dream of having a child of his own, and later adopted a girl, Amelia :з

☠ - angry/violent headcanon for Yurie

When all the inhabitants of the Fishing Hamlet were exterminated (I believe the way we see them in the DLC Nightmare is something like their true appearance. And in reality, the hunters only killed a few monsters when the rest were still human), and Kos's body was still on the shore, Willem led the future scholars of Yharnam there, Yurie among them. Her reaction to what she saw, like most of the students, was hysterical and unrestrained.

But everyone had their own reasons to be horrified. While Rom and Mikolash heard whispers near the body of the Great One, and Laurence was deep in thought, trying to figure out how to perceive the world, Yurie was afraid of the village itself. Her inner panic rose to the point where she no longer realized where she was, and the desire to destroy the vile, disgusting place prevailed. The sight of people under whose skin the flesh of unearthly creatures glistened, the realization that this was all not someone's story but a life, put her sanity at risk. Yurie hung around the empty houses, out of sight of the others. And her hands, white with fear, had mutilated several corpses of humans and more.

One of the monsters, discovered later by scientists among the ruins, had been battered, presumably by a heavy stone. Its torso had been cut open by someone, staining everything around it with a disgusting bloody mess, and had reduced its internal organs to mush.

Yurie hoped that this act of hers had remained hidden. However, from that moment on, she was no longer a reliable support for Rom, though Rom never told her so, torturing her heart with coldness and hints of affection </3

▼ - childhood headcanon for impostor Iosefka

I've never thought much about Fauxsefka's childhood, but I'm sure that someone so cunning and sly must have grown up under the supervision of a very strong maternal figure. At birth her name was Madlene, and she comes from a part of the Yharnam nobility that has always remained in the shadows. All because of her close kinship to Cainhurst (her father Literally came from there), and at first it was a point of pride, and then they had to never mention it again.

She was quite an arrogant child (and imitated her mother in many ways), and as a young girl she got to see 10-year-old Maria when her family showed up at the Queen's court. The girls failed to be friends, and little Madlene complained to her mother that Maria was behaving inappropriately for a noble lady, for which she was severely punished. It was a small thing, but contributed to the fact that the girls never socialized and avoided each other, obeying shyness and old grudges.

When the future Impostor Iosefka and Yurie worked in the Research Hall, Madlene (sorry, I'm just so used to calling her by that name) insisted that Yurie ignore Maria and Lady Adeline's affairs, and got angry when little Edgar admired the kindness of the huntress. Thus Madlene ignored even Maria's funeral. To her, Maria remained a weak and vulnerable child </3 Doing her research, she tried to become WAY better than her distant, pathetic (as she thought) relative

☆ - happy headcanon for Caryll

Caryll had few events in his life that he could call happy, and mostly those events were related to Rom (in one way or another). But it was also the dreams that brought him joy. Not immediately, at first (while he was a student of Byrgenwerth) his dreams and visions consisted entirely of vague images, stress, and something terrible lurking at the root of the dreamng reality. But over time, he learned to make contact with the evil that troubled his dreams, and he also learned to immerse himself in the visions enough to memorize them and realize himself there.

His little happiness was his own little house on the border of dreams, which he had created himself and to which he had learned to come. His imagination allowed him to furnish it with memories from his childhood, and to create a letter shelf where his memories were kept. In his dreams, he never lost the ability to walk, nor did he suffer from migraines (but his glasses remained on even in his dream).

I believe that when the Good Hunter begins the Hunt, Caryll is in his dream, like Gehrman in the Hunter's Nightmare. So he's not in the real world anymore, not even a corpse. He's just gone there and is happy there! (Also he even has his own Rom like Doll, but who is nothing more than a mere embodiment of his memories. Doll but without pain and cognition)

[sigyn-foxyposts]

The summer heat is the one to blame!🌞🏖️

*Sigyn and Loki were visiting idunn during summer, the heat beginning to get a little too much as they sit outside*

Sigyn: Gods.. This weather is becoming unbearable to sit through! ಥ_ಥ

Idunn: I agree! Hold on guys I'll go prepare something nice and refreshing, Bragi come with me.. ("^_^) =3

*Meanwhile Bragi is having a very intense staring contest with Loki because they're both salty at each other still *

Idunn: STOP STARING AT LOKI LIKE THAT-!

*Idunn grabs Bragi by the shirt and dragged him into the other room to help her*

Bragi: AH- NOOooo.. Σ(ﾟДﾟ；)

Loki: Hah! Take that you cowardly poet!

Sigyn: Loki.. ( ಠ - ಠ )

Loki: I know, I'll behave..i just get such a good laugh from this bunch! ( ͡≖ ل͜ ͡≖)

Sigyn: That isn't a first time hehe! (￣∇￣)

Loki: Besides the heat isn't the only one getting to you, I am so pent up..! (´◡`)"

Sigyn: Oh? (눈‸눈)

Loki: Yeah, I was wondering if you'd mind doing something about that for me, while we have the chance~? ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Sigyn: Oh I see, why didn't you just ask~

*Sigyn leans over and almost sitting on his lap trying kissing him*

Idunn: Alright my friends, we are back!(^v^♪)

*Loki swiftly throws Sigyn off himself and back to her seat, leaving her dissolved*

Bragi: what the.. ಠಿ_ಠ

Idunn: A glass of fresh lemonade for everyone! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

Loki: J-Just what we needed, glad you took the chance in preparing this for us sweet idunn. I could have passed out! (≧v≦)"

Idunn: Of course Loki, I wouldn't want that!!

Sigyn: *Whispers into his ear* Right, because we love taking chances, don't we trickster~? (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

*Loki blushes and sips from his drink, trying to hide his smirk while Sigyn is all smug.*

Bragi: I'm not even going to ask... -._-.