#“Is his life that precious to you” “From the beginning the hole was only for his ally to flee through”

[kyouka-supremacy]

DON'T MANIFEST AKUTAGAWA'S FEELINGS BEING UNREQUITED WAGEHGAHTJSHHAJ

But does it count as manifesting if I'm just stating facts 🤔😔😔

[princessbellecerise]

Beacon of Hope

Summary ✩ After the war, Jacaerys finally finds his purpose for living again

Warnings ✩ Slight spoilers for Fire and Blood

Notes ✩ Hosue of the Dragon has been so depressing lately and I needed a little something to lift my spirits. I hope you guys enjoy!

Some days he just couldn’t sleep.

It had nothing to do with his bed, as he had slept in multiple uncomfortable places during the war. But it was more so that Jacaerys was still in disbelief that this was his life now.

A year ago, the realm was at war and he was on the brink of death. After getting shot at during the Battle of the Gullet, Jacaerys suffered a major injuries that many didn’t believe he would survive. He spent his days floating in and out of consciousness, one foot in the grave until miraculously, the fever broke, Jacaerys rose again.

When he did, he learned that he was no longer a Prince. The war had ended with the death of his mother and the poisoning of the usurper, Aegon. And when he opened his eyes, he was a King.

Broken by the losses he took at war, yes. But slowly over the years, life turned.

Along with the many allies that still fought for him and his mother, Jace begin to rebuild the kingdom until it was whole again. What was once destroyed by dragon fire and blood was rebuilt, and in a few years time, King Jacaerys was able to restore what his family had destroyed.

It made the nights easier, knowing that the threat of war was gone and the realm was finally at peace, but even though his two remaining brothers were alive and the realm had settled, Jace still felt as if something was missing.

The holes that the death of his mother, his brothers, and his stepfather left never seemed to go away. And their death haunted him. For a while, the King believed that even though the realm was whole again, he never would be. The war had taken so many things—precious things—from him, that he no longer thought that hope and love was possible.

Then he met you.

When you came into his life, Jacaerys’ world had been upside down. He was alone with only his infant brothers to share his pain with, and he constantly felt like he was submerged in darkness.

But you…you were his light.

Not like dragon fire, which destroyed everything in its path, but rather the kind of light that inspired hope and growth.

With you, he learned what it meant to love again. What it meant to trust, and to have someone by his side that loved him unconditionally.

You were his greatest hope, and though many credited the maesters for keeping his broken body together, it was you that made his soul whole again. You were his missing piece, his beacon of hope, and he would never have it any other way.

So sometimes, when he couldn’t sleep, and the memories that he tried so hard to repress during the day came hunting for him at night, Jacaerys would stop and he would look upon your sleeping face and realize that everything was okay again.

Though the losses he took would never fully heal, he felt the pain ease knowing that he had you, little Aegon, little Viserys and little Luke to keep him striving towards the future.

Along with the babe that was currently in your belly, your growing family gave Jacaerys purpose. For the first time since waking up, the darkness that shrouded him faded, and it was instead replaced by hope.

Hope a better life. Hope for a better future.

A future he swore that no one would ever take from him again.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Low-key would be cute if Monster!König contributed to the monster uprising for bunny!reader. Maybe reader was introduced to him in hopes that it would make him less irritable and easier to work with, but was taken away the immediate he begins mellowing out to use for others who are hard to handle like him because of their success and König just goes like yeah about that…

Konig and his pretty fluffy mate, just a simple bunny girl - you're a prey hubrid, pliant and soft, open to abuse from anyone, from other monsters to the weakest of humans. You were given to Konig as a prize, a promise to make him more obedient to the work he had to do...and it worked, pretty well, actually. Sex with you became his sedative, him being more and more obedient each time he got to breed your fertile pussy with his seed - not his eggs, since it could leave unpredicted results, but at least he got to warm his tentacles in your holes... Konig was fed, was given enemies to kill and eat, and he had a warm, soft mate with a pretty hole to fuck - life couldn't get any better than that. He couldn't care less about discrimination since he was spoiled and pampered by scientists...until they decided that their little experiment with using a pretty bunny girl to get unruly hybrids to listen was working too well, and pretty bunny girl could be used to calm down someone else. Local Eldritch Hybrid Gets Radicalised Because Government Took His Bunny Girlfriend No, but seriously - they should have known better than to try and take away literally the only thing that still keeps him interested in whatever bullshit they are trying to pull up here. Konig doesn't stand for not being in charge of his precious fluffy girlfriend, and he doesn't care if people don't like him protecting what belongs to him...so the facility is getting trashed out - even with all the security, the uprising of one monster easily gives others chances to escape, and the event was supported by earlier revolution attempts. Konig becoming a colonel in Monster Monsters solely for the reasons of protecting his weak mate, who literally slept through the whole revolution...yeah, humans should have known better from the start.

[dunmesh]

can't stop thinking about dungeon meshi btw. how it comes down to being able to appreciate the hard and painful times because of the moments of happiness you experienced along the way.

it's about falin being able to forgive and look beyond the harsh way things were done- be it their father announcing he will send her away from the village or laios leaving her behind- partly due to her personality, and how she used to prioritize her loved ones' needs and emotions over her own, but also because of the positive impact that road eventually had on her. she knows her family was trying to protect her but what truly made it impossible to regret the path she had to take were the precious memories she made later on- it was learning magic and seeing new places and becoming friends with marcille and of course she couldn't hate it all, she was happy. it's about laios feeling so utterly miserable because on his end, it seemed like nothing good or enjoyable happened to him after leaving home, aside from the letters written by falin. but how long can a child be satisfied with another's happiness which he never got to experience himself?

so it really is beautiful that the series started off with him realizing that this journey allowed him to finally feel that happiness he was yearning for-

-and ended with everyone else realizing it too. when you first read chapter 11 it's just a funny gag about people not understanding laios, but it genuinely was too early for them to share his sentiment. they needed to come to terms with it on their own, with chilchuck opening up to them and senshi resolving the hovering mystery of his past and izutsumi freeing herself and joining their party and marcille facing her greatest fear. the winged lion was taking advantage of the loneliness and anger and pain lingering in laios's heart, but even it couldn't deny this. how, despite everything, he couldn't be satiated and his own happiness couldn't be complete without his friends' happiness too. how it was always about everyone enjoying a meal together.

and then there's marcille, who refused to admit it until the very end. it's in the way she had such a hard time fully accepting eating monsters despite how tasty she found them, not just due to how weird they were but also because she tried rejecting and burying her own pleasure and joy during this entire journey. from the very beginning, she was only willing to endure the pain and suffering.

as if she couldn't accept feeling an ounce of comfort, satisfaction, let alone happiness while falin was suffering on her own. and it might've been laios's reaction as well if all of this had happend a decade ago- i mean, that's exactly what he did back then. blaming himself for leaving her behind, being tormented by her loneliness and absence while falin was actually slowly moving towards a brighter future. it was him that was stuck, not her. but he kept focusing on her pain to ignore how deep the hole in his own heart had become, consumed by guilt to ignore his own agony, or to make sense of it- because maybe he did deserve it after all he had done.

and for that reason marcille was so terrified of admitting there was warmth in what she considered the depths of hell. because it would mean accepting falin going ahead of her and leaving her behind, accepting the inevitable she was trying so hard to deny and the end of her dream.

but it was learning there's joy even in her worst nightmare that allowed her to finally embrace those moments of pleasure that made her life worth living, however short they were. she realized that her pursuit would take away the things that truly mattered to her, that if she had succumbed to her fear of loss she would've been the one hurting her loved ones, just as happened to thistle. laios asking her to use ancient magic for falin's resurrection and then encouraging her to not give up on her desires during the nightmare chapter was a direct parallel to delgal being the one to push thistle down the road of destruction, while both marcille and thistle were trying to protect the people most important to their friends.

but in marcille's case, laios was able to understand her at the end, pulling her back just before she descended to complete ruin. it's truly fascinating how the story is not only about laios being understood but also getting to understand others properly, deeply- it's about mutual understanding, the balance between two people he never managed to maintain before. and i think it's only after seeing thistle's tragedy that he was able to fully realize what might become of marcille down the line. so while delgal put the weight of the world on thistle's shoulders, laios was the one to tell marcille she doesn't have to do that. because even if falin's resurrection hadn't succeeded, they both already know- there's happiness even in the dungeon's pit. and it's by preparing a hearty meal made of her loved one's remains that marcille was able to truly accept it- thus allowing herself to enjoy it to the fullest, embracing the cycle of life, no matter how weird or painful or grotesque it is.

[holybibly]

Unholy thoughts of the day:

Your life is like a fairy tale when you have not one but two incredibly sexy and gorgeous house husbands who want nothing more than your constant attention and love.

Yeosang and Seonghwa could never understand your desire to work. Born with a diamond spoon in their mouths and coming from old money, they have been bathed in luxury and wealth all their lives, so it was beyond them why you wanted to continue working in your mediocre, boring company after marriage.

However, they never argued with you on the matter, allowing you to be an "independent and self-sufficient" wifey and fully enjoying their role as your spoiled house husbands.

At first glance, they seemed completely different—the quiet, elegant Yeosang and the bitchy, demanding Seonghwa were like ice and fire, but in reality, they were both exactly the same—greedy, insatiable, passionate, and incredibly demanding. If they wanted you, it was "right here, right now" with no options. They didn't care if you were in public or in the privacy of your luxurious mansion; you would fuck like rabbits on any surface.

They also loved to dress up for you, shamelessly showing off their stunning, seductive bodies in the most exciting and vulgar ways—lacy lingerie, corsets, precious chokers and pearl necklaces, long silk or transparent robes with feathers, or the softest pyjamas made of translucent fabrics that could not hide the fact that they had no underwear. Sometimes you could see piercings in their nipples or a precious ring around the base of their dicks. As house husbands, their main job was your pleasure and enjoyment, and their appearance was very important. You always had to have full access to their bodies.

Seonghwa was more demanding—a real attention seeker who could not keep his hands and mouth to herself.

When you had the opportunity to work from home, Hwa was always there, constantly distracting you from your work and craving your attention and touch. He would dress up especially for you, lower himself elegantly between your legs, and give you seductive siren eyes before pressing his face to your pussy, purring like a kitten as he smelled and tasted the heat of your cunt.

You try to push his gorgeous face away from your pussy, especially when you have an important video call, but it only makes him more insistent. With two fingers he pulls your panties aside and begins to lick your folds slowly and long - drooling on the soft skin and taking turns to sucking your labia into his insatiable mouth. All your pleas for him to stop fall on deaf ears, he is having the time of his life, pushing his fingers into your little hole and immediately hitting your sweet spot.

Seonghwa bends his fingers inside you, rubbing the pads of his fingers at your sensitive bundle of nerves, looking at you with the most mesmerising bedroom eyes. His mouth is slightly open from heavy breathing, your mucus dripping from his chin along with saliva and he looks so fucked already.

He whispers to you how amazing you are and how much he loves the feel of you on his tongue, dirty, disgusting words flowing from his lips like honey. All he wants is for you to smother him with your pretty pink cunt, squirt all over his face and let him fuck you senseless. Seonghwa has always been more  "obsessed" with you, you are his everything and as the most amazing house husband he has to please you all the time.

Eventually he gets tired of not having your full attention and crawls up your body until he is straddling you completely. His tall, lithe frame towering over you, he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes with force until your mouth opens and he can spit into it, admiring the way his saliva mixed with your slime melts on your tongue. With his other hand, he slams your laptop shut, signalling that the games are over.

"You must never forget that I am your main job, darling. And if Mommy doesn't pay enough attention to Daddy, I'll never let you go anywhere again. I will tie you to the bed and fuck you all day long, over and over again. You will be covered in my cum, fucked so hard and so well that your beautiful hole will be open and stretched all the time. And even that won't stop me. Do you understand me, love? Now will you give me your full attention and fuck me properly, do I make myself clear?"

Yeosang loves to fuck you in the morning, when you are all sleepy and overly sensitive after a night of play. He leaves lazy, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, presses himself against you from behind, and rubs your clit lazily. Yeo moans deeply into your ear, his velvety low voice husky and sultry as he feels his fingers begin covered in your juices. He even thinks about waking you up by sticking his tongue in your pussy, but when he looks at Seonghwa sleeping peacefully next to you with his plump lips all swollen and red from how much he ate you last night, he knows that if you wake him up with your moans, the older's mouth will immediately envelope your cunt. 

So he slides his fingers between your folds until they circle the edge of your sensitive, fluttering hole, then slides inside your pussy to the base.

His heavy, hard cock pulses hotly against your ass, staining the soft skin with pre-cum, and Yeosang squeezes the plump flesh of your ass cheek to pull it back and watch as your cunt stretches around his fingers. You whimper, squirming in your place between the naked bodies of your handsome house husbands, unconsciously pushing yourself deeper onto Yeosang's fingers.

When the amber-eyed vixen thinks he's stretched you enough, he replaces his fingers with his cock, slowly pushing the massive, veiny length into you inch by inch until his balls rest against the underside of your ass cheeks.

Yeo lifts your leg slightly, spreads you open for him and begins to fuck you lazily. His lips leave purple marks on your skin, his fingers dig into your flesh until bruised as his cock slides between your hot, slippery walls wrapped around him in the best way possible. You always fit him like a glove. 

You jerk, finally waking from your sleep as the swollen head of his cock hits your cervix with a particularly deep thrust from your handsome husband's strong hips. You moan loudly and turn your head back to meet Yeosang's heavy, half-closed eyes. He glows in the early morning light, his skin smooth and damp with sweat, and you want to lick him clean.

"Sangie, so good..."

"Mmm, angel, I want to please you. I want to fuck your brains out, love, until you're swollen with my cum." He whispers sultrily against your lips, then picks up the pace and begins to fuck you the way he likes—hard and deep. His thrusts are short and aggressive, the head of his cock hitting your G-spot hard with each movement, and you squeal, writhing in the tight grip of his hands.

As Yeosang suspected, Seonghwa doesn't keep you waiting. His beautiful, cat-like eyes open wide and immediately cloud with lust as he sees how Yeosang fucks you.

"Show me..." Hwa orders, his voice hoarse from sleep, and your second husband laughs at the commanding notes in his voice. Seonghwa is always too whipped for you.

But Yeosang lifts your leg higher so Hwa can see his thick cock stretching your pink hole, sliding in and out, all glistening and slick with your juices.

"Fuck..." Seonghwa hisses, reaching out and tracing his fingers around the spot where you and Yeosang meet.

"Oh my God..." you practically scream from the amount of stimulation you're getting right now. "I'm going to cum, Sangie."

"Come on, angel, cum all over my cock, cover it with cream. I want to see you come for us."

Seonghwa moans next to you, and you realise that your second husband is jerking off lazily next to you, watching Yeosang fuck you. The sight of Seonghwa's graceful fingers sliding over his beautiful thick cock and Yeo continuing to pound his cock into your sweet spot brings you to orgasm, and you cum hard, covering your husband's cock with your cream.

"That's it, angel. Perfect as always." Yeosang whispers to you as he continues to fuck you, prolonging your orgasm, you moaning from the overstimulation and practically squealing as you feel Seonghwa's hot lips touching your clit.

"You have two husbands, my love. Never forget that."

[heartfullofleeches]

In wolf's clothing

Yan Hybrids (Rabbit, NB. Mouse, Fem. Swan, Male) + Gender Neutral Sheep (?) Hybrid Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of Murder

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Four animals are brought into questioning following the gruesome murder and dismemberment of their neighbor- A rabbit, a mouse, a swan - and a sheep. A sin of this caliber has not been committed since the founding decades of their shared home. The culprit responsible for the heinous act is to be brought to justice through execution by hanging in front of the town as a cautionary example to any who desire the same level of senseless bloodshed. 

Shall we begin?- 

The rabbit was an upstanding figure in the community. An outsider who quickly made a place for themselves amongst their peers, garnering love and tolerance by means of pleasant conversation and baked treats. Once the rabbit was present, sadness and grief were a thing of the past for most to whom they were acquainted. Honest and true, the rabbit has never told a lie nor done anything to jeopardize their new cozy life. 

“It's such a shame what happened to Mr. Possum.” Said the rabbit. “We had plans for brunch on the day he vanished. I even whipped up a batch of the scones he loved so much.” 

“Did you kill Mr. Possum?” 

The rabbit doesn't bat an eye as they reply. “No, I did not.”

“Where were you the morning he disappeared?”

“I was making tarts for another one of our friends. I think you may know. Sheep may not be the most talkative, but they enjoy my baking as much as any other. Where is Sheep? Are they alright? All this fuss surely must be getting to them by now…I hope they enjoyed the tarts….” 

The rabbit is released from custody. 

The mouse was a timid creature. On the rare occasion she wasn't holed up in the confines of her burrow, a common place to find the mouse was wandering along the borders of town where roads ended and the treelining began. Day in and day out, the little mouse would scrounge for fallen branches. The mouse found purpose for herself weaving baskets and other trinkets for herself and the neighbors who treated her in kind. 

“Oh…This won't take long, will it? I'd rather not be out past nightfall…” 

*Did you kill Mr. Possum?” 

Pain grips the tiny mouse’s voice as she squeaks. “I could never hurt a fly! Mr. Possum was such a gentle soul too… If not a tad misguided…”

“Where were you the morning he disappeared?”

The mouse dries her tears as swiftly as they fall. “Taking a nap after being up all evening making a necklace for… Oh, stars- Sheep, they're here aren't they? Could you let them know I'll be waiting for them outside? My poor, sweet Sheep…”

The mouse is released from custody. 

The swan was nothing if not a beautiful face. Tending to the upkeep of his image, the swan had no care for the outside world nor the people who dwelled within it. A shut in, abiding his precious time in the sanctity of his study. A man of few words; letters were the only feasible way of communicating with the bird, less the matter was of utmost importance and worthy of his time. 

“This is pointless.”

“Did you kill Mr. Possum?”

The swan scoffs - pinching the wall of his cheek with his teeth to avoid expression. “What good would killing that old bastard do me? Now look what you've done? If I develop wrinkles from frowning there will be hell to pay, Mayor.”

“Where were you the morning he disappeared?”

The swan brushes dirt off his fine coat. “In my study as always. That morning I was preoccupied writing notes in one of my books I intended to let that sheep borrow for a time….They are in this building, are they not? I'm sure they've asked for me by now.”

The swan is released from custody.

The sheep is a shadow upon the community. Lurking just out of sight, the sheep did everything in their power to remain unseen amongst their fellow townspeople. Their aloof nature when approach proved their odd behavior was not out of malice, but few still had their suspensions. The sheep was a sweet and gentle soul nonetheless. If only they took more care of their fur…

“Do I really have to be here? I didn't know him very well to begin with.”

“Yes… I'm afraid. Did you kill Mr. Possum?”

The sheep licks at the corner of their mouth, tongue collecting every crumb of pastry glued to their fur. How they wished they could have had just one more bite before coming. They blink, beady eyes glossing over with tears. 

“Did you…kill Mr. Possum?”

The sheep fiddles with the string of their new necklace tucked beneath their shirt as the mayor presses further- fighting every urge to gnaw at the bones dangling over their chest. “I… I didn't.”

“Where were you the morning he disappeared?”

The sheep recalls a distant memory- Lines written in a book they'd read not long ago. “I…was at home. I'm sure Rabbit, Mouse, and Swan can vouch for me….”

A hand squeezes the sheep’s shoulder. The mayor, a noble and charitable elk, nods in understanding at the smaller animal. He eyes the rings of red lacing their neck as they nervously pick at the skin. 

“Understood. Make sure you stick to this story if anyone else questions you. Hurry on home, young one, and be quick.”

The elk leans in closer- Whispering, though the walls of his office are as thick as the saliva the sheep swallows as he utters those dreaded words. 

 “It's about time for you to trim your claws again.”

The sheep is free from custody. 

Scurrying on home with their tail still tucked between their legs, the sheep finds three familiar faces waiting for them there.

“Sheep!” Warmth bathes the terrified animal as they're swept into the caring arms of their long-eared companion. The rabbit dabs their wet cheeks with their apron. “Are you alright, hunny-bunny? Tell us everything that happened.”

Through teary eyes, the sheep details every portion of their integration. “I think the mayor knows I didn't do it…. I hope the same goes for you guys…” 

A collective wave of relief falls over the group.

“That's good news.” Mouse adds. “If anyone is incapable of hurting someone it's Sheep… Poor Mr. Possum….I feel terrible for what happened to him.”

Swan rolls his eyes. “I’d say his demise is poetic justice for accusing Sheep of being a… well you know what.”

Rabbit shoves Sheep's head into their chest. “We all agreed not to talk about that anymore! Especially if Sheep is present! We've all had a long day… Why don't we head inside and relax after all that kerfuffle with a nice, rejuvenating cup of tea? Sheep, could you be a dear and grab that kettle I bought for you?” 

“O..oh… Um…Alright.”

The sheep squeezes past Swan and Mouse as they step inside their home. The remainder of the group wait for the telltale sound of them scrounging around in their room for the present before any of them speaks. 

Rabbit sighs. “Okay. I know they're horrible with keeping track of everything we give them so we have a few minutes to chat about this. Mouse, did you return the ax?”

Mouse points in the general direction of another house off somewhere in the distance. “I put it back in Squrriel’s shed where I found it last night.”

“Swan, did you check every one of those cameras you have to see if anyone saw us?”

Swan rolls his eyes. “Like anything that interesting happens in this town after nightfall. We're in the clear. We’d best head instead to help them. Plus, I need to get my time with them since you'll already taken front and center with everything else.” 

The death of Mr. Possum was later ruled as a robbery gone wrong committed by traveling crooks. It took many moons, but eventually peace fell upon the cozy little town and its tight knit community once more. Sheep, unable to sleep after the tragedy, sought refuge in the homes of those there for them in their time of need. 

Their doors were always open for their kind, gentle sheep. 

[sleepyangelkami]

THUNDERSTORM d.dixon

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 2K

DARYL DIXON X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - your boyfriend travels through alexandria on foot even though the amiss of a thunder storm is unfolding, just to make his way to you, his precious girl, terrified of thunder and lightning.

 ☆ WARNINGS - crybaby reader, anxiety/worry, crying, rain, thunder/lightning, stormy weather, use of good girl (non-sexual) petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

the storm was getting bad, really bad.

you watched from the window of your home, sitting cross legged on the window seat and anxiously tapping your fingers against the window sill. your teeth had clamped down on your wobbly bottom lip as you watched the clouds dissipate and reappear, covering the town of alexandria in a new sleek coat of rain.

you wondered where everyone else was, hoping and praying that everyone was inside their houses, safe.

nothing bad really happened in alexandria before rick grimes and his group came. then again, nothing happened at all in alexandria before they came. they gave life to the people, hope, something to look forward to, a future.

you weren't an exception of that hope.

some would say that you're soft, possibly the softest girl in all of alexandria. you kept to yourself, pretty sun dresses and bows, always smiling at the people you passed.

but there was only one person who you felt truly knew you. that was your perfect boyfriend, the man who'd do just about anything for you, worshipping the mere ground that your dainty feet stepped on.

that man was daryl dixon.

he was feared. he was known. everyone had heard the stories of the walkers he'd taken down, the people he'd shoved out of the way. he was one of the ones the people of alexandria feared the most at the beginning, however they soon learned that he wasn't as rough as his accent made him out to be.

the sound of your door swinging open was enough to have your head whipping around in a flash, enough to give you a pain in your neck. your fists had balled over the little pink throw that had gathered around your legs.

however, the fear soon dissipated like the clouds as your eyes caught the glimpse of daryl dixon standing at your door, drowned wet and soaking. though, he soon began to rid himself of his jacket.

"got here as soon as i could." his gruff voice came out. "what are you doin' over there? c'mere." though he was already helping you up, tenderly grasping your arm and leading you away from the window seat.

you followed his instructions, seating yourself on the bed as he peered out the window himself. "is the patrol back yet?" worry evident in your honey-voice.

the man could merely grimace. in the apocalypse, everyone sort of became a liar, it was a force of habit to protect themselves and something about daryl dixon is that he was a well good liar when he wanted to be. however, in all the time he's known you, he's never been able to lie to you. perhaps it was because of those doey eyes that looked up to him or that naive head and heart he knew you had. he couldn't lie to you because he knew just how easily you'd believe him. "nah, they should be back before morning, though." his eyes softened as they glanced over your face, your own eyes looking down and appearing distant. always worrying about everyone aside from yourself. he sighed before kneeling down in front of you. "'m sure they're fine, sweet girl, probably jus' holed up somewhere, didn't wanna come back through the storm. okay?"

you knew those eyes.

daryl was quiet, mysterious. but with you, he could talk for days on end. and that meant he liked to listen too, especially to the sound of your sweet voice. he needed you to answer him. "okay." you mumbled, your voice a little shaky.

his lips turned up as he stood and reached his head down to press a chaste kiss against your own forehead. "good girl." he mumbled before turning back 'round to the curtains that were still slightly open. "why don' we throw on a movie, get nice 'n cozy in bed, yeah?"

he could tell by the look on your face that you weren't exactly pleased.

you hated the rain, the wind, everything that came with bad weather. you hated when your socks got wet when you passed puddles, you hated the way the mud smeared around after the rain, you hated the sounds of the stormy weather from outside. you loved the way daryl knew all this.

"c'mon, angel, a little rain ain' never hurt nobody." shutting your baby pink curtains closed. you gave him a look, knowing that on countless events, people had in fact, been killed due to the rain. he merely sighed. "you know what i mean."

he knelt in front of the dvd player. “now wh’s it gonna be? disney or the muppets?” 

you did adore the muppets, you loved the way daryl found himself chuckling at little pieces of it, finding joy in his own way in the little movies and shows that they played out. but right now? you so desperately needed the comfort of the movies you grew up with. “disney.” you answered, your voice small. “definitely.” 

he could only smirk. “as you wish.” 

daryl never made fun of you for your fascination for cartoons and picture movies like them. you liked them because they reminded you of what was before, how you grew up and the things you enjoyed doing before all this. there was a sense of nostalgia that hit deep in your gut and weirdly enough, you liked it. you liked watching the pictures move and allowing your mind to drift to when you were young. and daryl adored that pretty smile on your face or the way you laughed at the same cheesy romance joke you’d heard a thousand times over. he’d only roll his eye with a small chuckle but deep down he could feel his heart begin to race. something reminding him that there was still a form of innocence in a world full of chaos. 

“daryl?” you called from the bed. now that the movie was beginning, the rain didn’t seem as loud. and daryl had awful hearing as it was so he always played the movies loud for you both to hear it. you swore it would drive your hearing down the same road as his. 

“mhm?” a rough hum as he used the controller to skip past the pre-recorded ads on the dvd you owned. the swan princess, a movie you adored ever since you were a child, and daryl knew this.

he knew everything there was to know about you. 

you’d seated yourself beneath the blankets, your jammie covered legs finding even more heat in the white and pink sheets. everything about your room was girly. “how’d you get here?” your head tilting at the man. 

he merely stood, sniffling quietly and tossing the remote elsewhere so he could kick off his boots. “i walked.” he answered so casually, as if it hadn’t been a big deal at all. and to him, it truly wasn’t, he’d faced worse things than walking in a little rain. besides, he wasn’t scared like you were, he didn’t worry like you did. the rain didn’t effect him.

but you on the other hand, had never seen the dangers that daryl faced or the monsters he’d looked right in the eyes. a little rain scared you alone let alone with daryl walking in it. “you walked?!” your voice all accusing and full of both shock and concern. 

daryl began stripping himself of his button up shirt, finding one of those black tee’s he owned lying around your room somewhere. “yeah.” he chuckled, voice all gruff. 

“daryl.” you scolded, though how could you really scold when you sounded like a fresh pot of homemade jam. you sat up on your knees on the bed, brows pinching together. “‘s so dangerous, anything could have happened.” 

any other situation and you would have been staring at the way he dragged his jeans down his knees. “gotta keep the wife happy.” he joked despite the fact that you were not his wife (yet, that is.) 

but you were just staring up at him with those doe-like eyes. they were full of concern, full of worry. anything could have happened to him. “daryl.” is all that came out from your mouth though your voice showed your evident distaste to his recklessness.

he merely waved you off, though. daryl never could see his own faults. “wasn’t gonna let my girl sleep through a storm alone, no way.” he found his way to the bed, now clad in a shirt and dark sweatpants. “so be happy you have me.” he smiled up at you with that infamous grin, the one that made your heart flutter.

biting down on your bottom lip, you shook your head. “of course i’m happy to have you―” you’d never pass up an opportunity to see daryl dixon, your beloved boyfriend. 

“then leave it at that.” but his words weren’t condescending or in any way angry with you. they were soft, gentle, as he always treated you. like a porcelain doll ready to smash at any moment. “c’mon, you missed like, half the movie.” finding his own ways beneath the covers.

a smile tugged at your lips as you glanced down at him. “it barely started.” 

and before he knew it, it ended.

he didn’t know when or at which point in the movie you’d fallen asleep but by the time the end credits rolled around, your eyes were shut closed, lips pressed together as you practically dug yourself into his thick arm. his second arm was wrapped around you, keeping your icy skin somewhat warm. 

the only warmth either of you had was the body heat that you shared with one another.

the storm wasn’t going to get any better, daryl was well aware of this. and he hoped for everyone else’s sake that the patrol team were, in fact, holed up in a shelter, waiting for the rain to stop before coming home. 

when the soft breaths hit his arm gently, he knew you were passed out asleep. and despite the loud rain and wind from outside, he still found himself shutting off the tv, incase it woke you from your slumber. 

and then, the first clap of thunder hit. 

you woke with a strangled whimper, instinctively pushing yourself closer to the man. a coo and a shushing sound fell from his lips unconsciously, his hand settling on the back of your head, pulling you in. there was something so comforting about his shushing and his touch but when the first lightning strike hit, you could only whimper out again. “daryl.” his name once again falling from your lips because when you didn’t know what to say, that was all you could think. 

“i know, baby, i know.” fingers toying with your hair and his separate hand gently running up and down the tenderness of your upper arm. 

your legs wrapped around him, hands practically clinging to him. he was your safety net when things began to go south. when your brain turned to scrambles, he was the one holding you together until you were ready to pick yourself back up again, if you could even call it that, he was always doing all the work for you.

and in the dead of night, the darkness of the room completely and utterly consuming you both. you whispered what you thought you’d never have the courage to. “I’m scared.” voice cracking as hot tears filled your eyes. 

what a terrible thing to admit?

the fear of the dead getting inside with broken walls due to the storm, the fear of god help us the lightning strike hitting your house. you could never be sure, never and perhaps that was why the fat tears began to roll down your cheeks. 

but, as always, daryl was ready to pick you back up again. “‘s okay.” his usually gruff voice so tender and soft. “ain’ nothin’ gonna hurt you. not while i’m here.” and he meant that, truly and wholeheartedly as his thick fingers began to wipe away the stray tears from your cheeks. “too pretty to be cryin’, angel.” 

“‘s jus…” 

“scary.” he finished. “i know.” he knew but he didn’t know. he hardly felt fear as it was let alone like you. he was met with another whimper and a clap of thunder. “i got you.” his arms holding you so close. “‘s okay, i’m right here. i got you.”

and somewhere, between the heavy rainfall, the thunder and lightning and all the rest, the peaceful arms of your lover was enough to soothe your tear filled eyes back to sleep. 

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[chokifandom]

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you stare at the barebones text conversation you’d had with nagi over the week, which was mostly him asking you what’s up and you brushing it off like nothing ever happened. honestly, you’d have loved to just fix this over text, but some things are better off being fixed in a tangible setting. nagi deserves more than just some words on a screen, too. with shaking hands, you press call. a feeling of regret immediately blooms in your gut. and your stomach drops even further when the receiver actually receives the call. in all honesty, you want to puke. it all feels far too sudden now, but you’ve successfully dug yourself your hole to lie in— you’ve got no choice but to carry through. perhaps you hate yourself for what you’ve done, but you hate leaving loose ends even more. “nagi?”

“y/n. hello.” ‘what do you need?’ is an unspoken continuance of his greeting.

“can we, uh, talk?”

“sure, i guess. there’s something i wanted to talk to you about as well— what’s up?”

“not now! i mean in-person. can i come over actually? we can sort this out before meeting up with the others.”

“yeah, cool.”

“i’ll see you in ten?”

“yeah.”

nagi remains as deadpan as ever, and you can’t quite tell if this puts you at ease or makes you feel worse. you wonder if he actually wanted to hear you out or if he only agreed because he thinks it would’ve been too much of a hassle to reject you. but this had always been looming at the back of your mind, staining all your memories with nagi an ugly dark hue the moment you realised you had feelings for him. but nagi’s too precious for that. you don’t want him to be just another person you could’ve had more with, lost forever in the annals of history. 

at the other end of the line, nagi thinks this couldn’t have been more perfect of an opportunity. once again, he’d gotten everything handed to him on a silver platter. the cruelest thing you’ve done to him was pretend he didn’t exist and give him withdrawals— how much worse could this conversation be? he wonders what he did wrong. your arrival was the most eventful his life could’ve gotten, and when he’d finally gotten the resolve to change for the better, to change for you, you’d all but disappeared like you were never even there. this is better than nothing. 

and now begins the arguably ten most gruelling minutes of his life.

you think being an avid overthinker could almost be akin to telling the future. countless possibilities spring to life in your mind, and it’s like you travel multiverses for a living. at what cost, though? these blossoming ‘outcomes’ are all tainted with a darkness that scares you. like a moth to flame, you are compelled to pick the worst outcome you can ‘see’, and cling to it like tightrope you’re walking on that feels like it’s about to snap. the outcome that reflects the hurricane-like frenzy your mind has been over the past week, the one that justifies your thoughts and tells you that you were right in thinking that nagi seishiro would hate you for everything you’ve done. ‘there’s something i wanted to talk to you about too’ keeps replaying in your head and it only amplifies the output, each telling darker than the last.

you find yourself standing in front of his door, but the sinking feeling in your stomach simply gets deeper. the door is ajar, and you can see nagi sitting on his couch in a plain white hoodie, the same shade as his hair, through the little open sliver. his presence is just as monotone as the rest of his apartment, which is unexpectedly tidy. but you don’t have the liberty to say anything about it. you call out his name, and he sets his phone aside, standing up from his place and walking to the door, and you’re greeted by his large, towering frame once more. and once more, you question if this is the right choice— but then again, you’d rather be the one ripping the bandaid off by yourself than nagi having to find out in an unexpected way. but you can’t deny that no amount of steeling yourself would ever prepare you for a moment of confrontation.

“you can uh… come inside…”

you wordlessly follow nagi into his monotone apartment, but don’t take a seat next to him on the couch like you usually would have. you opt to standing awkwardly in front of the couch as you look down at him. “you can sit, y’know… you’re kinda making this awkward.”

nagi seishiro is unchanging as ever. his blunt words spear through your chest, but he’s right.

“what did you want to talk about?” you both ask in unprecedented unison, but you’re quick to clear your throat and tell him he could go first.

“well, i was wondering why you were avoiding me. i don’t know what i did, but i’m sorry.” your heart clenches and you let out a choked sob upon hearing his words. you’re the one that hurt him, but he’s the one apologising. “it’s— it’s not your fault, i just—” hiori was right. your avoidance hurts.

“what— why are you crying?” almost reflexively, nagi’s arms are around you. you grip the sides of his hoodie like he’s an ethereal being that would vanish if you didn’t hold onto him with all your might. he stays silent and waits until your cries start to fade. “it’s okay. it can’t be that bad, right?” he says as he holds with such a soft tenderness, treating you like you might break.

“i’m scared …nagi.” his name feels heavy on your tongue. “i’m scared that i’m going to lose you after this, and i’m going to lose my only friends in this university. i’m going to ruin a paradise i built off of a lie and now that it’s time to rip the bandaid, i find myself unable to do it... i’m scared because i can’t tell the future and i can’t face it with cetainty. i keep running away and it’s making me hurt everyone, and i hate that you felt like you were the one at fault when it was most certainly me.” the confession is almost unexpected, but you begin to feel liberated with each word that leaves your lips.

“you’re already here, aren’t you? i mean, i’d say you’re brave enough already to try, all while admitting your faults. most people are too afraid to do that.”

how ironic, you think. you hurt nagi and yet he’s here comforting you instead. you take a deep, deep breath and say it out loud, raw like it is. “you remember valentine’s day? well… it wasn’t ever meant for you, but for itoshi. but well, i really like you now and i wouldn’t have it any other way, so i’m a bit glad i made that mistake. but it felt wrong for me to keep acting like it never happened, and i’d have hated for you to find out about it from someone who wasn’t me.”

a mixture of emotions flashes across his face, momentarily, and it scares you that you can’t tell what he’s feeling or what his response could be. you can’t meet his eyes— you skirt all over his face but don’t look into his eyes even once.

“that’s it?”

“what?”

“you overthink too much to be healthy.”

“i know that—! why else do you think i— i— you know!”

“you like me, and i like you, so i think that’s all that matters,” he continues. “unless you still like itoshi, then we’re gonna have a problem.” you think that you could hear the shrug through his voice if you weren’t looking directly at him.

“you like me? even after this? but wait, you like me?”

“well… i wouldn’t be saying that if i didn’t?” you can feel the tension in the air thin out and you feel like you can breathe again. “although, i do want to know why you went on with that date like nothing was wrong when clearly everything was.”

“you— you told me those were your first ever valentine’s chocolates before i could say anything and then i felt horrible about having to break it to you like that so i didn’t!”

“it wouldn’t have mattered to me. i only went on that date because reo made me.” you should’ve found yourself shattered by this statement, but it only relieves you. ‘if it makes you feel better’ is the phrase left unsaid by nagi. “but it’s good that it happened, i guess? you’ve inspired me to change myself for the better, and that wouldn’t have happened if i never met you.” nagi’s admission takes even him by surprise, but there’s a small smile on his lips as he says it.

“to be honest, it was so hard for me to, you know. do this. it’s hard to change, but you’re worth changing for, too.” it’s all out in the open now, and in this moment there’s nothing but you and nagi seishiro, naked with vulnerability that you only could’ve dreamed of displaying in your dreams. it comes with a lovely sort of reprieve that makes you feel like you can do anything.

you finally ask the question to address the elephant of silence that’s standing smack dab in the middle of the room. “anyway, so… what does this make us?”

“i don’t know, you tell me, we’ve been practically living at each other’s place for the past few months,” a little smirk teases the corner of nagi’s lips.

“it’s not real until at least one of us—” you are very quickly cut off by nagi pressing his lips to yours. it’s a short kiss, very fleeting, but it’s enough to stun you. “i hope that was confirmation enough,” the smirk on his face only widens as he watches you regain your composure. “we should get going, reo and the others must be waiting.” you wish you could freeze this moment for eternity— alas, time and reo wait for none, and you are confused when reo and chigiri have the most dumbfounded looks on their faces when they see you walking out of nagi’s apartment hand in hand with the one and only.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 31: Face Sitting(I'm so bad...)

warnings/kinks: smut, face sitting, oral sex(fem receiving), Vegeta is soft word count: 0.5k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader teaser: “Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic a/n: Here we are, another Kinktober gone by! Hope you all enjoyed it!

Vegeta thinks it’s ridiculous that you find yourself so ugly. In his eyes, you might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You are glowing, beautiful and just so precious. You remind him of simpler times and why he’s allowed to live on this earth without being sentenced to death.

When you first showed up in his life, he scoffed and brushed you off. He often gave you the cold-shoulder. But now, he was so in love with you. He wants to be able to show you just how much he loves and adores you. He even worships you at this point, which is saying something because Vegeta wants people to worship him, not the other way around.

When he mentions you sitting on his face, you blush and shake your head. You mumble something about yourself being too fat or too heavy. He laughs softly at that, which only makes you feel even more self-conscious about it. You turn away from him, looking down at your feet. He panics, thinking he’s done the worst.

But when he grabs your hand and makes you face him, you see the love he has for you in his eyes. So you begin to wonder if maybe sitting on his face to receive such pleasure would be a bad thing.

It all happens so fast, he’s got you on the bed, then he’s helping you hover over his face. Your clothes are stripped away from your body in haste as he spreads your pretty thighs. He needs to taste you.

“Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.”

You never knew him to have such tact for these types of things, but him coaxing you and helping you get over your insecurities helps you so much. You feel his warm breath on your pussy as he begins to help you lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth. You whine when you feel his warm and adept tongue fluttering around your folds before he swirls it around your clit.

“That’s it,” he says in a muffled voice. “Let yourself enjoy this.”

His gloved hands feel so good on your thighs as he parts them. You let out a soft moan as his tongue plunges into your tight hole, trying desperately to get all the sweet nectar he can. Vegeta feels so hungry for you, and having you in this position really makes it easy for him to demonstrate his love for you but also his strength. To him this is perfection.

It takes little time for you to completely be lost in this pleasure. With his tongue expertly working your cunt, you begin to grind against the Saiyan prince’s face. He smirks as you begin to move against him, knowing he’s helping you let go of some of these insecurities.

It’s not long before you’re tugging at his hair, moaning desperately for release. Vegeta continues to lap at you, working your most sensitive spots. A few more swipes of his soft tongue and you’re brought to such an earth-shattering orgasm. Vegeta grunts as your juices begin to fill his mouth. Once you’re coming down from your high, you try to dismount him but he’s got you pulled down to his face once more.

“Did I say I was done with you, woman?”

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

SANJI HAND APPRECIATION POST- NSFW

TW's: hand kink, sucking on fingers, fingering (GN reader), 69

Word Count: 991 (unedited)

Thinking about Sanji's hands- how they're precious to him and how they can make the meals his nakama thrive off of.

Thinking about how you'd just stare at them as he was smoking or cooking, and thinking you were interested in the activity instead of him.

Thinking about how once you get into a relationship, how you wait a little bit so he knows that you're not just in it for the sex, so you hold his hand and kiss the back of it.

How Sanji holds your hands reverently with the very hands he refuses to fight with. How you could stare at his hands for hours, and how you love it when he decides to adorn his fingers with rings.

How he is so gentle when touching you, skimming his fingers over every inch of your body- every imperfection and every mark that makes the story of your life.

How eventually, when he caresses your cheek and traces your lips with a gentle finger, you suck it into your mouth. How he freezes and blushes but lets you lave your tongue over the digit and suck while keeping eye contact.

About how Sanji can't stop thinking about the image of you sucking on his fingers and absolutely loving it.

"My love... just give me a second I can't... mmh! I can't... hah~"

You don't answer, your mouth full of his two fingers as you pump his dick in time with the pumping of his fingers. Your drool drips onto his dick, lubricating it. You look up at him, on your knees before him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Fuck... you just love my hands, don't you? So greedy for them- hng! and so... fuck I can't hold back anymore."

He yanked his hand out of your mouth and stood, stooping down to pick you up by the waist and place you on the bed. He lays down on his back and guides your body so you're straddling his face and his cock is laying hard against his abdomen in front of your face. You whine at the change but immediatly dip your head down to lick and suck at his balls.

"Mmh! So good. My little angel is so good for me, my darling," he babbles praise mindlessly, his hands tracing over your hips and ass as he gets closer and closer to your ready hole. With each close pass of his fingers, your hole clenches around nothing, and his voice gets more breathless.

"Lemme take care of you, okay? Let me watch as you cum on my fingers. Moan all over my cock for me, hm?"

His fingers finally find your slick hole, and begin to slowly sink in. You quieted your loud moan by shoving his dick in your mouth, and you squeal a little as he finds your sweet spot quickly. He slowly, almost excruciatingly slowly pumps a finger in and out, and you could tell he was staring at his glistening fingers disappearing into you. The thought of the sight sent another moan through your chest, and he gasped as the vibrations echoed around his cock.

"If you keep moaning like that, I'm going to cum," he warned. You didn't care, rocking your hips back onto his long, slender fingers. He kept his hand in place, letting you fuck yourself on his middle finger, then let his ring finger come up to prod at the slick opening. As the finger worked its way in, you rocked back faster, using the motion of your body to suck his dick at the same time.

"Ohhh~ good job. Doing it all by yourself? Okay, baby that's enough now. Just moan and drool on my cock as I finger fuck you, okay?"

You stilled your rocking and reached out with one hand between his knees to stabilize yourself. He began quickly, shoving his fingers skillfully into you and pushing on your sweet spot. You could only moan and whine, lightly shoved forward by the force of his thrusts to choke on his dick.

He added another finger, and your voice raised in pitch with the pleasure coursing through your veins. You popped off his dick, unable to keep still enough to protect him from your teeth. Your words were pretty little jumbles of how his fingers felt so good, and your free hand worked the tip of his dick quickly in time with his thrusts.

Your breathing sharpened and a tiny whine left your throat before his tongue joined his expert fingers, snapping the coil in your abdomen as you came on his fingers. He worked you through your orgasm, watching intently as you pulsed around his fingers. Nearing the end of your orgasm, you took him back into your mouth and bobbed your head a few times. His fingers twitched inside you, and hearing the release of his grunt and tasting him cumming down your thrat made you cum again.

You pulled your mouth off his dick and flopped to the side, out of breath. Sanji shifted so he could take you into his arms, but you grabbed his hand before he could wipe it off.

Still flushed from your orgasm, he watched as you took his fingers into your mouth, laving your tongue over them to clean them off. You finally pulled them out of your mouth, then eyed his lips hungrily. He closed the distance, letting you suck his tongue into your mouth with a moan. You cleaned off the remnants of your essence from his tongue while one of his hands rested gently around your neck. He wasn't choking you at all, but it made you melt.

Finally content with yourself, you pulled back after one final kiss. You curled up with your back against his chisled chest, playing with his fingers.

"I'm happy you like my hands so much," he murmured. You nodded.

"I love them, mainly because I love you."

[denkies]

2. Willingly die protecting him, because his life is that precious to you

Top 10 homoromantic things enemies can do:

Coming up with a special nickname for your rival that is only between you and him

[cor-lapis-candy]

I will die on the hill I am camping on currently and tell you all that Fontaine would 100% have basic sex toys and fucking machines.

Anyway, I want to put Neuvillette on all fours and watch him get railed by an inanimate object or well a fucking machine, so enjoy!

It was a gift from the warden, a little wink and a nudge written in the note that came with the delivery as the heavy box was passed towards you, instructions folded and bound neatly atop it in an unsuspecting booklet.

Wriothesley was nothing if not smug when you blushed as you read the title printed in neat black writing.

Wiring, spare cogs, bolts and everything else making a mess of the floor as you messed up a few times and had to redo the lines of wires that would make this strange gift work, now all you needed was your dear Iudex to come home for the fun to truly begin.

Offering to play new games of pleasure with Neuvillette was something new, something you had only just barely managed to get him to agree to. Sighing as you can already see the arch of his back, the sight of his cocks hanging hard between his legs as he rocks backwards into the feeling of your hands spreading him wide, while only partly divine it is still easy to fall into this daydream almost like an act of worship.

It is a dance and a half as he comes home, tired smile and soft hands cupping your cheeks as you coax him through a long and through bath, teasing away the idea of a calm night and managing to ease him into the very position you had daydreamed about.

On his hands and knees, a pillow cushioning his form and making this more comfortable as you begin.

The trust he has in you as you ease him open, fingers slowly working in and out of him, streaching and easing the way for something much bigger, much more filling and surely more rough than you could ever be with him. The slick shine of lube and sweat makes already glittering skin seem ethereal in the low light of the room, and the deep groans that follow as you pull your fingers free, sliding your hands up and down his back shushing the slight whine that follows you pulling away.

"Shh, shhh, honey I'll be right back, this surprise was a gift and I spent all afternoon setting it up just for you! Now sit still and be good for me, I'll be right back..." pulling his hair away from his back and out of the way as you teasingly run your hands down his horns, the messy kiss you steal as you finish up is worth it as Neuvillette is nothing if not a sight with cheeks flushed a deep red and mouth open as he pants, chasing more of your kisses.

"Now comes the fun part, you know what to say if you want it to all stop, but for now behave this is more for you than me."

The blunt press of the toy attached to the machine makes him jolt, rattling his frame and causing him to gasp, the mess of lube across his hole and the toy means you have to guide the head in, pressing down on the lukewarm silicon, completely entranced as the head slips in, shallow as shallow can be before the small switch in your hand lets you ease the machine to life.

The piston arm slowly worked the toy deeper and deeper into him, sinking to the base in a matter of moments, so slowly working him into the feeling of the mechanical fucking that he was about to experience, "Look at you honey, so pretty like this, such a big powerful dragon on his hands and knees getting fucked by a lowly mortal machine..." its easy to coo at him like this, sighing as you wrap a hand around one of his cocks, stroking in time with the arm fucking into him.

"Shall we go a little faster? Harder? Or maybe you want me to stop? What will it be precious?"

The machine is still slow enough that you can clearly make out the way he pants a shameful 'harder' and 'faster', letting you flick your wrist once more, smearing the dripping pre-cum along his shaft before turning the dial on the remote up, filling the air with hisses of air compressing as the toy that was fucking him speeds up, making him throb in your hand.

The tense muscles of his back shifting as he bucks back into the machine hips chasing the full feeling as you give the cock in your hand one more long stroke before moving back towards his face. Snagging a pillow for your own knees makes it easier to get comfortable, long since having stripped down and joined Neuvillette in nakedness, tilting his head up so you can see how his eyes are barely focused, hazy and lost as they look up at you.

"look at you big boy, barely started and you already look wrecked, Maybe I should find some more little attachments for this thing, keep you fucked dumb and pretty like this whenever I want..."

From the amount of panting he had done, Neuvillette's chin was slick with spit and perfectly positioned for you to press against his face, using the excess spit to slick yourself up more before pressing against his lips. Fingers drag through his hair as he presses forward, taking you with his mouth and laving against the skin, his hips twitching as he pulls forwards to pleasure you and making the machine press further into him.

The power for the machine would last at least another hour and a half, and there were two more speeds and one more angle that you could set the arm into, the night was still young and the look of your dear hydro dragon panting lips slick with spit and your own mess was nothing if not encouraging you to push him further into this new pleasure.

Perhaps Wriothesley would like a new tea set or two for gifting this too you...

[brandwhorestarscream]

LISTEN TO ME LISTEN OK!! I'm not done talking about this!

Shattered glass Skyfire journeying to the center of the Allspark dimension to steal Starscream's spark back

Regrets weigh heavily on his shoulders and Starscream's death was the final straw. He's through sitting back passively and letting their overlords do whatever they want--they killed his Starscream, his seeker, his buddy, his everything, and now they're going to pay with their lives

He takes Starscream's body, delicately cradling him and promising, looking down at his broken, cracked face and gaping hole in his chassis where his spark used to be, "I'll bring you back... whatever it takes, I'll save you!"

Starscream didn't deserve to die

Starscream didn't deserve to suffer

He didn't deserve Skyfire's betrayal, he didn't deserve to see each and every dream shattered onto nothingness, he didn't deserve any of the pitslag the universe had put him through. Skyfire intends to right these wrongs, by any means necessary.

First, he scratches out his autobot badge and carries Starscream's corpse away, taking him somewhere secluded and untraceable. He begins work slowly, putting him back together piece by piece: a shot straight through the soul was obviously fatal, but it also severely damaged his body. Layers of plating and wires melted through and obliterated, countless energon lines severed, internal components completely wiped from existence. He has to replace each and every piece, perfectly, or this won't work. He uses everything he can, parts manufactured and sculpted by his own hands, and taken from the bodies of dead mecha alike

It takes him months to repair his precious seeker, and once he's fixed up, Skyfire makes him a grand pedestal to lay upon to await his revival. A raised dias painted the purest white and adored with golden glyphs, depicting the second coming of the Prince of Stars and a thousand iterations of Starscream's name. Obsessed and sickened by the loss, Skyfire dares kiss his forehelm and his cheeks but can never bring himself to take Starscream's lips: if he's to savor the delicate kiss of the most important person in his life, he shall only do it when light returns to his optics. Tch, isn't that ironic, he thinks bitterly. Only realizing the true depth of his affections for Starscream when he was dead and gone. They had been close, once, when they were so young... he'd been too naive or perhaps too afraid to confront his truest feelings. Perhaps, if he wasn't such a coward, things would be different...

The realization has only made him more determined to see this through

Once Starscream's body is complete Skyfire goes after the wicked Lord Prime. Optimus's name is like a frightening curse, bleeding life from every land he touches and siphoning the sparks of everyone around him. Skyfire is not afraid, and he doesn't care if the other mech lives or dies. No, when he storms the Primal Palace, it is with the intent to steal. It's a brutal altercation, but through sheer size and murderous fury Skyfire rips the Matrix from the Prime's chest, carrying it to the desecrated Temple of Prima where the entrance to the Allspark Vault awaits. A living mech attempting to jump into the afterlife has never come to pass before, but Skyfire isn't worried about dying. If death comes for him, let it be known that he willingly embraced it. In death he could reunite with Starscream, so it is not something to be feared. If he succeeds, though... he'll once again be able to hold the love of his life in his arms, and that makes every risk worth it

[glittergoblinzz]

Shut Your Damn Mouth

Keegan Russ x GN!Reader

CW: 18+ content, angry sex, teasing, unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial

"I don't see what the problem-"

You were quickly cut off by the snap of Keegan's hips as he plunged his cock deep into your weeping hole, earning a yelp from you.

"I said Shut. Up."

Keegan growled into your ear, his deep voice calm yet laced with venom. You had really done it now....

• • • •

Earlier that day, Keegan had taken you to finally meet his parents at the yearly Christmas dinner his mother hosts. All his family were there, including his sister and her young children. You had met his sister and her kids a few times before, to which Keegan's nieces and nephews took an immediate liking to you, already referring to you as their aunt/uncle. The moment you walked through the door to Keegan's parents house, the little tots were already charging at you and Keegan but calling out to you in particular.

"Auntie/Uncle!"

The kids didn't hesitate to cling to your legs, laughing and giggling as they looked up at you and Keegan with their beady little eyes. You and Keegan each scooped a kid up as they begin ranting on and on about what they had done since the last time they seen you two. One thing led to another and during the innocent little conversation with Keegan's extended family, you accidentally let slip the nickname you gave him only in private. The kids eyes immediately lit up at the new name to call their precious uncle.

"KeeKee? Uncle KeeKee! That's so funny, Auntie/Uncle!"

Keegan immediately shot you a glare the moment the nickname left your mouth, his icy blue eyes peering straight into your soul. You could obviously tell he was not happy that the small children now knew of the embarrassing nickname you gave him. Though that glare was shortlived as he went back to looking happy with the children. They scrambled out of your arms, running off to go tell everyone at the party of Keegan's new name. It was something he knew his parents would never let him live down, and he was right. They immediately started calling him 'KeeKee' as well when their grandchildren told them of the name your gave their son.

The moment you two got back home after the party was finished, Keegan wasted absolutely no time in pinning you against the wall.

"Look what you did, you little brat. I'm going to have to live the rest of my life with my damn family calling me that God awful nickname now..."

You try to protest, to tell him it was an accident, but Keegan wasn't having it. He covered your mouth as his free hand shot down between your legs.

"Shut your damn mouth. You know what happens when you're bad....You can't escape your punishment, darling."

• • • •

So now here you were, laying on the couch in the dark living room with Keegan on top of you, your clothes strown about along with Keegan's. Your moans and mewls filled the room as Keegan continued his assault on your poor, aching hole. Despite already being filled with his hard member, your body desperately craved more. It craved release. Keegan could see this as he continued pounding into you, thrusts deliberately hard but going at an agonizing slow pace. Each time he slammed into you, your grip on his back tightened, your nails digging deep into his skin, guaranteed to make him bleed. He couldn't help but let out a deep, gruntled moan as his hips slammed into yours again.

"You going to be good from now on? You learned your lesson, babygirl?"

Just as you were about to speak, Keegan's hips snapped into yours again, his cock hitting that sweet spot which caused you to whine needily. You were so close but Keegan wasn't going to give you it. So you opted to nod instead.

"Hmm? What was that, doll? I don't think I heard you. You gotta speak up for me."

Again, just as you were about to speak, he thrusted right back into you, causing you to let out a sharp moan.

"Y-Yes! Goddamn it yes...! I-I learned my lesson, Keegan...I'm sorry, it'll never happen again....!"

You choked out between sobs. The desperate need for release was becoming too much for you. You tried jerking your hips up, trying to get off on your own but Keegan's hand came down firmly on your hip to hold you in place.

"Tsk tsk tsk....such a naughty little thing, trying to escape their punishment like that. What ever should I do with you?"

He whispered as he leaned down to your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe.

"I suppose I could give my babygirl what they want....but the question is, do you deserve it?"

He proceeds to leave a trail of kisses and bites down the side of your neck and down to your collarbone all while still thrusting into you at a slow enough pace to where you couldn't reach your orgasm just yet. You knew he was close too, as you could feel his member throbbing deep inside you.

"You promise to be good from now on, Sugar? Promise not to say that ridiculous nickname again?"

You nod quickly as you try speak between mewls and whimpers.

"Y-Yes...! I promise....I'll be good! I'll never call you 'KeeKee' again!"

That was all Keegan needed to hear. He picked up his pace finally, his hips crashing into yours at a pace where you could finally feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten as his cock slams deeper into you. Keegan's mouth made its way to your chest, where he immediately bit down on one of your perked, sensitive nipples. That along with the feel of him assaulting your needy hole pushed you over the edge. You cry out Keegan's name as your back arches and you desperately claw at his back, your orgasm washing over you as your hole clenches around Keegan.

Keegan lets out a grunt as he pulls out of you just in time, spraying his hot cum all over your abdomen and chest as he reaches his own orgasm.

After a moment, he collapses onto of you....too tired to care about the sticky mess he made on you. You both lay there, trying to catch your breath. It was you who ended up speaking first after a while.

"That was amazing. I love you....KeeKee."

Keegan responds with a firm smack to the side of your ass, though he couldn't help but smile a little. There was no way in hell he could stay mad at you, especially over something so petty.

"Yeah, I love you too you little brat."

[galazry]

Down on one knee

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader [established relationship] genre: fluff content: he brought you to your favourite place. as the sun begins to set, he decide to put his plan in motion. word count: 440 a/n: suddenly got the idea to write this because of my twt moot. Also bear with me, it's been a while since i wrote something...:")

It was like any other week; both you and your boyfriend made time to spend the weekend together. This time, Scaramouche brings you to one of your favourite place— a scenic spot where you can bask in the golden hour. As you both leaned against the railing, the sun sets in the background and everything looks ethereal with the golden glow. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" you whispered, watching as the the golden orb slowly sinks in the horizon. "Yeah, it is," Scaramouche agreed, though his eyes wasn't looking at the scenery before you— instead his gaze was on you.

His hand slowly begins to fidget with the hem of his shirt. You took notice and chuckled wondering what got him all so work up. Hearing you laugh had always calm him down, and the way you look — the wind playing with your hair, the sun basking you with a golden glow as if you were an angel, and eyes that seemed to twinkle with joy and wonder whenever both of your gaze meet— his nervousness had all slowly melted away and a look of determination was now on his face.

Your gaze was now back on the setting sun, though your attention was soon pulled once again towards your boyfriend as he softly called out your name. When you turned your head, you found Scaramouche kneeling on one knee. His eyes reflected his unconditional love for you as he slowly pulls out a small box from his pocket. Your breath hitched.

No backing out now, not that he was planning to do so, he takes a deep breath and slowly uttered the words— words that he had practiced a month prior to say to you. He just hopes he doesn't accidentally bite his tongue in the middle.

"[Y/N], we've been together for so long. Before I met you, there was a hole in my heart that could never be filled. Though that all change once you've enter my life. You've been with me through my worst and through my best and I can't imagine my life without you in it— I wish I could give you everything, but for now, I hope that this ring is enough."

As he said his speech, tears begin to prick your eyes. Though you wanted to blurt out your answer right away, you waited for him to finish his speech. Taking another breath as indigo eyes looked at the most precious treasure he had ever encountered, Scaramouche then uttered the last part of his proposal.

"[Y/N]... my love, my sunshine, the only one that I want to grow old with... Will you marry me?"

[bubblegumnnebula]

Satoru Gojo : NSFW HC’s

if you are not 18+ please kindly fuck off

• Seduction - literally almost anything. but one thing that will always get him riled up is you wearing cute clothes. not even super girly outfits (although he’s not going complain in any way if you do dress like that) but like a baby blue silk pajama set. or a lemon yellow crop top with a sweetheart neckline and puff sleeves. god forbid you dress up for a formal occasion, you’re in for it. a strapless black bodycon dress that stops at your calves paired with strappy heels has Satoru foaming at his mouth and blood rushing to his cock. but nothing is quite as effective as you wearing his clothes. if you walk into the kitchen in the morning, sleepy yawns and wearing his tshirt, Satoru will have you bent over the kitchen island instantly, rutting into you like your cunt is his life source. on more than a few occasions, he’ll use that same tshirt to wipe you and the floor clean, his cum leaking from you and dripping. he’ll toss the shirt aside and carry you over his shoulder to the bedroom, for round two of course

• Worked Up - Satoru is initially super flirty and teasing when horny. he’ll toy with your body, running his hands across your waistline and nearly engulfs you with his entire body with an attempt to be close to you. he’ll kiss and suck on your neck, use his teeth to nip at your ears, and will dry rut his clothed cock against your ass. but, if you deny him long enough, Satoru Gojo will start getting desperate. he becomes whiny and pouty, begging you to let him sink his dick inside your heavenly hole with a breathless tone. he’ll palm at himself if you won’t touch him, moaning your name akin to a porn star. his cheeks gets all flushed and his stunning cerulean eyes are filled with precious tears, so so desperate for your touch, your body, anything. plz fuck him, he’s so cute

• Libido - after years and years of neglecting personal connection, Gojo will snap when you come into his life. at the beginning of your relationship, he barely had enough will to stay outside of you to allow you to work, or make food, or pee. most days consisted of you two having sex multiple times, only stopping when Satoru exhausted himself. it’s gotten much better since then, and you can exist without him pouncing on you, but you two still fuck once a day. unless you’re both busy, exhausted, or away from each other, his cock is going to be inside you at least once a day, and ideally he makes you cum at least two times. then again, he’s gotten horny on missions and simply teleported to your location, to fuck you fast and hard, only to return to said mission after you’re both satisfied

• Romantic - there has always been a healthy balance of fucking and making love with Satoru. sometimes your intimate times is filthy, him fucking you fast and hard until you gush across his lap, all while whispering dirty things into your ear: how your pussy was meant for him, how tight and wet you are around his cock, etc etc. but Satoru is a hopeless romantic, and when he’s feeling extra sentimental, he’ll take it slow and precise, gazing into your eyes with love and adoration on his face. during these times, there’s a chance he’ll bury his head into your neck or hair, an attempt to hide his tears that are threatening to spill from his waterline. you can hear his little sniffles those, so drag his face from you and look into his eyes while mouthing ‘I love you’ and he’ll cum so hard the tears fall

• Kinky - he’s a little kinky for sure, but you’re going to have to be the one to be extreme kinks into the bedroom. the most he’ll do is tie you up and blindfold you, choke you on occasion, and spanks you pretty much everytime you two fuck. he’ll edge the shit out of you as punishment and then overstimulate you to continue the punishment. Satoru would always 100% be into roleplay (especially boss/worker or student/mentor) but anything else you want will have to brought up by you. however, he’s down for pretty much anything. want to call him daddy? easy, done. he really likes it too. you want to him to call you mommy? not a problem, he finds he’s really into it. want him to ravish you in public? he nearly cums the moment he enters you, the thrill of being caught encouraging him. one thing he’s hesitant about is exhibitonism. Satoru Gojo is a jealous man, so even thinking about having someone lust after you fills him with anger and envy. however, if you’re insistent, he’ll agree, but only if the third party is someone both of you trust wholeheartedly. options for him are Shoko, Utahime (though it’s likely she’s never agree lmao) and Nanami. anyone else is gonna take lots and lots of convincing. even then, he still might say no.

• Experimenting - Satoru is so down for anything, as long as he gets to fuck you. new kinks and methods are fun for him (he’s a Sagittarius, he’s obviously gonna love trying new things) and keeps him excited (again, he’s a Sagittarius, he’s doesn’t want anything to get boring, especially your guys’s sex life)

• Favorite - Satoru’s absolute favorite thing about you during sex is your reactions. your sounds, your expressions, the way your legs tremble and your body shakes with pleasure. it’s like crack to him. he’s a giver, so bringing you pleasure brings him pleasure

• Toys - Gojo is a big fan of toys. there’s nothing like seeing you squirt on a loop when he holds a wand to your clit. he’ll have a variety of vibrators, especially if you’re someone who can’t cum without clitoral stimulation, and he has no qualms with fucking with his cock with some sort of vibrator against your clit. he feels the vibrations too, after all. he’ll even have some dildos, to fuck you with to punish you for being a brat. he won’t fuck you his cock, which is so much bigger and warmer, and fills you up better than any toy ever can. (psst, use a wand on his cock and he’ll be a whiny, subby mess that cums buckets and buckets)

• Position - his three favorite positions are missionary, cowgirl, and doggy. he’d jump off a cliff before he’s forced to choose just one position. he loves missionary because he can sees your expressions fully, so he knows when you’re feeling good and when you’re about to cum. he loves cowgirl because seeing you put in so much effort to pleasure him is so hot to him, plus he loves to watch your tits bounce. and he loves doggy because you are unbelievably tight from behind. he has to extra time to adjust to your tightness when he’s fucking you from behind, or else he’ll cum prematurely

• Another - we touched on this earlier, but Satoru is hesitant to bring in the third party (cause he get jealous easily, he gets all pouty and whiny it’s adorable) It would have to be someone both of you trust, so your options are limited. Shoko, because Shoko’s a hoe (complimentary) and is dtf pretty much anyone. plus, it wouldn’t be the first time Shoko has joined Gojo in explicit activities. Utahime, because she’s pretty and extremely loyal, and watching you two together would be something he finds extremely hot (however, it would take a lot of convincing from you, because if she hears about the idea from Satoru, she’d assume he’s pranking her and slap him) and Nanami, because Gojo has always had a tiny itty bitty crush on Nanami since he was a second year and Nanami was a first year (idk Satoru finds him alluring and mysterious, and those traits always have been attractive to Satoru)

• Locations - anywhere is fair game. his favorites include the bedroom obvi, the shower, the kitchen counter, and his office. he’ll definitely fuck you at the school too, but would never fuck you on one of his students’ desks, he thinks that’s icky

• Sounds - Satoru loves the sounds you make, so his goals is to make you as loud as possible. if your throat ain’t sore after your comedown, he’s disappointed. but Satoru himself is loud as fuck. he, on multiple occasions, has gotten noise complaints, despite residing in a penthouse. yes, even his downstairs neighbors have heard him, he’s so damn loud. he does all of the above - moans, groans, whines, growls screams. he groans breathily when he first enters you, but because a whiny, moaning mess when he’s close to cumming. he calls your name on a loop and describes vividly how good you make him feel. during sex, Satoru is never quiet. he’s either dirty talking you or moaning. he won’t shut tf up when he’s having sex, it’s quite impressive honestly

• Aftercare - Satoru becomes a baby after sex. he’s cuddly and clingy, and will become pouty of you choose to leave him to clean up. Satoru will very quickly become sleepy, and would prefer to fall asleep asap, but you needed the aftercare, he would force himself to help you. he’ll clean you up with wet wipes or a warm wash cloth, get you water, and if you feel gross, will shower or bathe with you. if you choose to bathe, however, expect him to fall asleep in the bath. you’ll have to wake him up in order to bring him to bed lol. he’s do those basic things, but ask him to make you food or to pick up something and he’ll act like you attacked his family name lmao. he’ll get snacks or order delivery if you’re hungry, but don’t ask him to make you a meal or drive to a restaurant for take out bc he’s sleeeeepy and just wants to close his eyes, plz you’re tutoring him! but without a doubt, he always makes sure you’re good after sex. he’ll always ask if you’re alright and will tell you over and over again that he loves you. if you’re feeling insecure, he’ll sleepily tell you all the things he loves about you, and yaps about your future together, ie; your future wedding, house, possibility of children if that’s what you want. he does demand head pats and hair stroking, so make sure to give him that or he’ll be a grumpy baby

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