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Hi!
Can I request a fic where the reader starts realizing they have feelings for Sylus and gets so nervous around him that they canât resonate anymore?
And Sylus thinks that the reader is scared/disgusted by him again so the reader is forced to confess their feelings to not create a bigger misunderstanding
Thanks!
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The moment I got this request I was like HELLOâ sunflower anon, you just get me đ Anyway! Am back from my break and I hope everyoneâs ready for some Vulnerable Sylusâąïž, because I have got him hot to go!!!
A Gentle Touch
Sylus x Reader đ©ž
Summary: You really canât let Sylus into your head this timeâ heâs living there rent-free already.
Genre: Angst + Fluff (& some Luke and Kieran shenanigans because they were not feeling the angst)
Warnings/Additional Tags: f!reader, injury detail, mentions of possible trauma, humour, some intimacy at the end đ, Luke and Kieran are having the time of their lives
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
If you asked, Sylus would tell you.
You catch glimpses: dark, sharp flickers of something monstrous, maybe even infernal. Blood, everywhereâ thick in your mouth and your nose. All over your hands. You feel it, too: a yearning, so intense, and you couldnât say whom it belongs to. Then thereâs death. Searing white. Bottomless black. In the middle of all of itâ crimson eyes like dying stars.
Every time you resonate, it envelops you, is laid out bare before you: a nightmare youâre caught in the centre of but forced to watch from outside. An other, a spectator. Itâs a show, just for you, but it isnât quite ready yet; someoneâs still rehearsing their lines.
If you asked, Sylus would let you see it. Itâs a power you have over him, a constant, self-sacrificial: you want it? Itâs yours. So you donât ask. You never ask. Like words mumbled in a haze of wine or sleep, you let him hold onto it. His hands are open, yes, but you donât have to take. Â
Besides, you have your own, world-changing little secret, and heâs going to see it too.
Heâs slumped in front of you, blood sheeting down from two bullet wounds just below his shoulder. He catches his breathâ one, twoâ before he peeks over this desk youâve overturned for cover. You should be peeking over as well: should be counting your enemies, scouting your next move.
Instead, youâre looking at him and holding back. One minute ago you had no idea where he was, how he was, and itâd been eating away at you from the moment you got separated. Now heâs with youâ he found youâ and the relief is desperate, gushing; it has to escape somehow. It drips: forbidden daydreams, one after the other, likeâŠ
How you want to hold his face and urge him to speak so you can just hear his voice.
How you want to press a hand to his heart and feel the beat of it beneath your palm.
How you want to kiss him, want to taste the blood on his split lip, because this is your story, isnât it? Messy. Violent. Defiant.
He looks at you, that same blood carving a thin line through the pale of his chin. It drops down onto his silk shirt. âWhat are you thinking about, kitten?â he grins. His best guess: âThis is a fine mess weâve gotten ourselves into, hmm?â
Itâs a fine mess he got you into. âYeah.â You make yourself look away from him, glancing over the desk to assess how much worse the situation is getting. The answer? Significantly.Â
Sylus chuckles, drawing your eyes back as he reloads his gun. âDonât say I never treat you to anything, sweetie.â He fires a few rounds towards the encroaching danger.
Voices go up across the room. Gunshots ring out, louder. Sylus slinks back down, wincing, holding his shoulder, and his fingers turn red. He deftly undoes the first few buttons on his shirt, peeling it back so he can examine his wounds. His jaw clenches; the punctures arenât closing over fast enough. Itâs too much blood, too quick, and heâllâ
He catches you staring. Thereâs a sheepish sincerity in the way he smiles, as honest and vulnerable as the holes in his shoulder. He holds out his hand. âTime for an energy storm, donât you think?â
âNo,â you snap. âSave your energy. We might need it later.â
âOh?â An eyebrow perks up in interest, and itâs just like him to spot a double entendre in the midst of all this chaos.
But youâre staring at his chest through his open shirt and youâre such a hypocrite. âThings might get worse,â you explain.
âWorse?â he repeats as bullets fly over your heads, striking the wall across from you and scattering plaster over the floor. He watches it crumble. âPaint me a picture, kittenâ what would worse look like?â
Even Rafayel might struggle with that particular creative prompt.
âCome on,â Sylus insists, using the excuse of your silence to push his hand closer to you. âNowâs not the time to play coy.â
âSylus, I really donâtââ
He grasps your hand, his fingers locking with yours and squeezing tight. Your heart jumps at the touch. It strangles the protests in your throat and stays there, strung up by anticipation and dread.
Youâre feeling so much that it takes you too long to realise nothing is happening.
Sylusâs eyes are fixed on your connected palms. Heâs squinting, concentrating, and when that doesnât workâ when your hand is paling in the vice of hisâ he loosens his grip, his thumb feathering over yours as he mumbles a quick: âforgive me.â
He doesnât let you go. You can still feel him, all of him, imploring to just let him in.
You donât, and his eyes meet yours, for a momentâ like another bullet has bitten through his flesh. Your mouth drops in fake surprise; youâre always so innocent when you pull a trigger on him.
This time, thereâs no wound you can push your hands against in a guilty effort to staunch the bleeding. You have to apologise. Have to stitch it up with every word youâve been guarding, saving, and it isnât supposed to be like this. âSylus, itâs not what you think. Iââ
Something metal clatters across the floor behind you, bounces like a failing, stuttering heartbeat, then explodes.
âŠ
âGood news, boss! We figured it out!â
Sylus groans, looking up from a report heâs not really been reading as two figures crash into his room. Not good, he thinks, as Kieran flings himself into the nearest armchair. Whatever this is, itâs not good. Luke settles on its arm.
With a sigh, Sylus removes his reading glasses. They stay, hooked on a finger, as he pushes his hair back like he can feel a headache coming on. His eyes flutter closed, and when they open, the twins are both leaning forward, bristling with excitement.
âAsk us,â Luke whispers in a way that makes Sylus think he might not realise heâs speaking out loud.
Another sigh. âWhat did you figure out?â
Kieran whips out a tired-looking notepad from behind his back. He clears his throatâ âahem!ââ then starts to read: âReasons why Miss Hunter was not able to resonate with you. Number one...â
âHow did you find out aboutââ
âSshhhh,â Kieran interrupts, putting a finger to where his lips should be. Sylusâs eyes widen in indignation, and Luke comes to his twinâs rescue, silently indicating Mephisto with a few tips of his head. The crow shrinks down on his perch.
âNumber one,â Kieran repeats, matter-of-factly. âYour height.â
âMy⊠height?â
Luke nods solemnly as Kieran continues: âhumanityandconquer.com/power-dynamics describes tallness as a ânatural advantage when trying to dominate a smaller individual.â You are very tall. Try crouching when you speak to Miss Hunter.â He glances over the top of his notepad. âIf you approach her at her level, sheâll know you mean noââ
âNope. Next,â Sylus dismisses, waving his hand in a fast-forward motion. That headache is coming on.
âReason two,â Kieran acquiesces, gaze falling, âyour eyes.â
âOh, for godsâ sakeââ
âTheyâre red,â the twin pushes on, âand red means danger. In fiction, red eyes are symonyââ he stops, spells it outâ âsynonymous with the supernatural. Vampires especially. Plus, lots of bad stuff is red.â Heâs going off-script. âBlood. Fire. Sunburns.â
âSunburns are pink,â Luke muses.
âNo, like, bad sunburns, yâknow?â
âOh right, yeah.â Thereâs a shrug of agreement.
Sylusâs will to live is hanging by a thread, and they really donât have a care in the world, do they? It must be nice. âThank you,â he murmurs, âfor your little investigation. If thatâs all, I wouldââ
âReason three!â Luke chirps, wiggling the same number of fingers, and Sylusâs head lolls back against the sofa.
âMiss Hunter is struggling to separate this version of you from your first impression,â Kieran says.
Sylus looks up. âWhat?â
Luke is rubbing his hands together eagerly, like theyâve finally gotten to the good stuff. âWell, you remember how you and Miss Hunter met,â his twin explains.
Words wonât do it justice, apparently, because the man begins to act it out. He reaches to grip Luke by the throat and Luke pretends to choke, fingers clawing at the grasp. Then Kieran stands upâ throws Luke down into the chair and pins him there with his foot before snatching up his hand.
âSee what I mean?â Kieran asks over his shoulder. âI mean, it must have been pretty traumatic. You kinda tore her away from everything she knew. Forced her to use her power, et cetera, et cetera.â
Sylus has gone quiet. Heâs vaguely aware that the twins are moving, saying more, but he canât hear it. He feels sick. Then he feels something different: someone poking at his arm. A hand is waved in front of his face, but he doesnât react.
âOh, we so got it,â Luke whispers conspiratorially behind him.
âHell yeah we did!â Kieran whispers back.
Thereâs the sound of them high-fiving, and it spurs Sylus into action. Heâs up out of his seat, out of their shadows, and then the door as wellâ long before they can stop him. He needs to breathe. He needs the cold night air and the quiet, and his strides drive him towards it, but not fast enough.
Heâs about to use his Evol. To let himself evaporate so he can be whole again somewhere else, somewhere easier, but then he stops. Heâs by an open door, glancing in at a decadent living room, where youâre sprawled over a black leather couch. This isnât easier. This hurts, and it hurts more as he forces himself to close the distance between you.
Youâre still asleep. Youâve been unconscious ever since that grenade went off, and itâs for the best, really; getting out of that place was⊠messy. Sylusâs shoulder still aches, the blood on his shirt now crusty and dark. Some of itâs his. Some of itâs yours.
Heâs not sure why heâs still wearing it.
The twins did a pretty good job of patching you up, butâ looking over youâ he would have done better. It was his role, after all. His duty to you, or maybe just a reason to get close to you. He couldnât do it today. Couldnât touch you, no matter how noble the intention. And a little part of him was glad for the excuse; his hands always shake.
A blanket is half on your legs, half on the floor, and Sylus stoops to collect the edge of it. He draws it over your shoulder, adjusting it around your armsâ at rest by your face. Heâs close, now, and heâŠ
He canât help himself. When has he ever been able to help himself? He lifts his hand slowly; he wants to kiss you. Even though your blood is still drying on his shirt and itâs all his fault.
âŠ
Someoneâs hand is on your face.
The touch draws you back into consciousness, tender, careful, then suddenly sharp. âAh,â you hiss. âSylus?â Always first on your mind and your lips.
âNot even close,â quips the shadow above you.
âKieran?â
âBingo.â Â
You use your hand to block some of the roomâs light as you open your eyesâ a birdlike silhouette taking shape through the gaps in your fingers. âWhereâs Sylus?â you ask, teeth clenching as the twin applies a thin strip of surgical tape to a cut on your cheek. âIs he ok?â
âSheesh, relax. Heâs fine,â Kieran tuts, then seems to reconsider, âwellâŠâ
âHeâs brooding,â chimes a voice from behind you. âOut on the balcony.â Luke.
You rub at your eyes, still drowsy with sleep. âWhyâs he brooding? What did you do?â
âTold him he traumatised you,â they speak in unison.
âWhat?! Why would you say something like that?â
âBecause itâs true,â Kieran shrugs. âThatâs why you and boss couldnât, you knowâŠâ He twinkles his fingers.
Resonate? Ugh. You slide your feet onto the floor, sitting up straight for a solid second before you bury your face in your hands, omitting a few, pained whines. This is such a mess, and it only got worse while you were asleep. First that stupid grenade, now the twins.
A hand pats at your back. âThere, there,â Luke soothes.
You turn to glare at him. His hand retreats.
Forget it; you have to find Sylus.
âŠ
You step out onto the balcony, head full of apologies youâve had all of a minute to prepare, and it isnât enough. It felt fitting, in the middle of a shootoutâ everything was allowed to be frantic and from the heart. Here itâs calm, and if you ruin somethingâ break anythingâ itâs going to be obvious. Thereâs no other violence to blame.
Sylus must hear you join him, but he doesnât turn. Heâs leant forwards against the rail, one arm folded upon it, the other outstretched: sporting a glass of liquor that hangs from the tips of his fingers and that he swirls gently, his gaze far away.
The twins really werenât kidding.
âHey,â you greet, and itâs sort of pathetic, but you donât know what else to say.
âHey,â Sylus returns, âare youââ he looks back at you over his shoulderâ âare you alright?â
âYeah,â you smile warmly. âI mean, the twins are giving me a headache, but thatâs, like, standard.â Â
He smiles back: a courtesy. Youâve seen him grin through almost every type of pain imaginable, but this one is new. Think about what Luke and Kieran said. What he must be thinking. âSylus, Iââ
âYou donât have to explain,â he stops you, turning his body towards you. âHonestly, Iâd⊠rather you didnât.â
âWhy?â
âWhy?â he chuckles, masking a deeper hurt as he lifts his glass to his lips. âYouâre really going to make me say it?â
You are; you hold his gaze as he takes a deliberately slow sip of his drink. He smirks, surrenders at once and admits: âIâm really not that strong, sweetie. Thatâs why.â
âWhat if I want to explain?â
The smirk falters, and his eyes make their own, sad, silent confession. If you want to explain? Heâll let you. Heâll stand here, listening patiently while you call him a thing of nightmares. While you break him, bit by tortuous bit, by reminding him just how frightening he is.
He turns back to the view, shrugs, but none of the tension leaves his shoulders. âGo on, then.â
âSylus?â
âMmm?â
âYou donât scare me, you know.â
His hand tightens around his glass. âDonât.â
âDonât what?â
âPity me,â he grimaces. âI donât need it. I know what I am. Iâd just⊠forgotten what I was to you.â
Your captor. Your monster. Except that was a lifetime ago and heâs been so many more things to you since then. Tell him. âSylusâŠâ
âI felt it,â he snaps, because your voice is still so reluctant, and heâs going to save you the trouble. âWhen we tried to resonate, I felt itâ your fearâ just as deep as it used to be. I heard that same voice in your head, the one saying you wouldnât let me in, couldnât let me in, so donât tell me I donât scare you, sweetie.â The term of endearment tastes sour, you can tell. âI know how you feel. I knowââ
âI like you, Sylus.â
ââŠWhat?â
You couldnât take it anymore. âI like you,â you say again, and your heart is beating too quickly for eloquence, so you just have simplicity. âYou donât scare me at all, Sy. I care about you. A lot.â
Sylus stares at you, his eyes wide. Thereâs no confidence. No smile or drawn-out breath of relief. He sets his glass aside on the railing, gaze leaving yours for a moment, and you get the feeling he needs that moment as much as he needed the drink itself.
Then he looks at you again. Asks in a way that makes you ache: âdo you mean it?â
Look at him. Your throat stings. âOf course I mean it.â
âSay it again.â
âI mean it, Sylus. I care aboutââ
His lips are on yours and the rest of your words are lost in his mouth. You, you say with the way you kiss him back, soft and slow, like youâre relishing something that might slip away. You, you insistâ your hand finding his face, his hair, as he kisses you deeper, and you, you, you, when he doesnât stop.
âIs this alright?â he murmurs, his fingers around your chin and his thumb tugging at your bottom lip.
âMmm,â you confirm, equally breathless.
He laughs as he withdraws a little, still caressing your face like youâre something of a dream. âYouâre not making this easy, kitten.â
âWorried you might traumatise me again?â Â Â Â
It's a low blow. He scoffs. âLuke and Kieran saidââ
âLuke and Kieran once bought arts-and-crafts feathers for Mephisto because they thought the colours would make him, and I quote: more aerodynamic.â You pinch his ear playfully. âI canât believe you let them get to you.â
âI know,â he groans, lifting your hand so he can press chaste kisses along the line of your knuckles. âNot my finest moment.â He guides your palm to his cheekâ leans into it as he leans into an idea. âThey said you hated my eyes,â he pouts.
You canât help giggling. He frowns. âI meanâ aww, no,â you scramble, but youâre still laughing. You canât stop. âYour eyes are⊠yeah. So pretty.â
âYou had to think about it?â
âThere were just too many adjectives, yâknow? I was struggling toââ
He kisses you again, saving you: crushing your laughter with his own, lightheaded smile. His hand finds yours as his lips move against you, your fingers interlocking as you resonateâ chasing an instinct, a need to be impossibly closerâ and you let him see everything. Feel everything.
Itâs a mad tangle of opposites. Heaven. Hell. Life. Death. You donât know what any of it means, but itâs yours and itâs his and it doesnât scare you half as much as it should. Sylus breaks your kiss. He pushes his forehead against your own with a sigh of contentment, and it doesnât scare him, either. Â
Savour each second. Think of some better adjectives, while you still have the time.
Heâs going to earn every single one.
âŠ
âšEpilogueâš
Inside, staring out through the floor-to-ceiling windows that separate the room from the balcony, Luke and Kieran stand, looking awfully smug. Â Â
âMission accomplished,â Kieran nods, flipping closed his notepad, aptly titled: 101 Ways To Get Boss Laid! (There are only, currently, fifty-two.)
Lukeâs arms are folded. âWeâre like, the best wingmen ever.â
Kieran is silent. He repeats carefully: âWingmen. Wingmen.â
The beaks of the crow masks gradually turn to face one-another. Thereâs a mutual epiphany, and both twins almost fall over laughing.
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hi, my love! Iâm okay, how are you? x
of course, request away!đ//
I'm good, thanks đ„°
So, i really loved the kinkoctober's fic, i think read them like a thousand times đ«Ł (they're too good, sorry đ
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I would like to have one with an innocent reader, a lot of praises (like 'my good girl' or 'you're doing so well') and maybe if he can call reader Bunny (like 'my beautiful bunny' or 'my little bunny'), also i'm really short (150 cm đŹ) so maybe a little bit of size kink too? I love read about how tiny she is compared to her man đ«Ł
I'm an Ari's girl, so maybe with him? Or Ransom, if he inspire you more
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hey honey! don't be sorry, hehe. I hope you like what I wrote, and thank you, @lokiandbuckysdoll, for supporting me again on kofi. I love you both!
summary - you get fucked by your large man in the kitchen.
warning - smut, size difference, bunny, daddy kink, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
Ari couldnât believe how tiny you were compared to him. You were so small that he could just pick you up and put you in his pocket or toss you around like a ragdoll as he fucks his way into you. Ari remembered how the morning had started. He had woken harder than ever after having a very steamy dream about you. Instead of using his hand to relieve himself, Ari had gotten up and walked out of the room, entering the kitchen where you stood naked in your cute little cherry apron. He felt his tip leak with pre-cum, a growl escaping him before he pounced. Grabbing hold of the back of your neck as he pushes you into the counter, lining his thick cockhead with your sopping cunt before piercing deep inside of you.Â
He ensured the stove was turned off, cock still nestled deep inside you, and your pathetic whimpers filled the quiet room. Ari grunted as he felt your walls squeeze and spasm around him, your tiny little hole being stretched wide by his massive member. âJesus, bunny. You wanna relax for daddy? Youâre going to cut my dick off with how tight you are.â Your tiny hands try and grip the edge of the counter, your feet barely touching the ground with how high you are, only the tips of your toes barely graze the tile. Ariâs hands begin to feel you up, rubbing your sides and gripping your hips as he begins to move, thrusting deep and slow into you, growling as you squeeze him. Ari leans over you, feeling his cock twitch at the size difference, his breath hitting your ear as he grunts. âYouâre my good little bunny, arenât you?â You whimper into the cold marble, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words and the feel of his cock splitting you open from the inside, your tiny body shaking against his large one.
You rapidly nod, blinking away the fat tears brimming your eyes, your plump bottom lip going between your lips at the mix of pain and pleasure blossoming inside you. âIâI am! I your good little bunny!â You whine, barely being able to speak the words properly as he continues to thrust deep into you, your mind plunging deeper into a fuzzy state. âDâDaddy!â His sizeable hairy arm comes around and locks around your throat, pulling you up and flush against his thick hairy chest. He groans, pressing his head into your hair and placing a soft kiss before picking up his pace, thrusting faster, his heavy sacks slapping against your puffy clit.
âWhatâs wrong, my little bunny? Are you going dumb already? Daddyâs cock too good?â He chuckles as you whimper, clawing at his large arm. His cock twitches as he notices how tiny your hands are compared to his arm. He digs his feet into the ground as he propels harder and faster into you, feeling his end approaching. Ari's hand goes down and finds your puffy little clit, flicking and rubbing it. Grunts and groans escape him as you squirm, your walls pulsating and squeezing around his thick base. âItâs okay, bunny. Youâre such a good girl. Let go for me.â Soft little moans leave you, feeling your core tighten, and your vision becomes white. âCum for me, bunny. Cum.â Your head rolls back, and your juices squirt out of you, covering the large man behind you and the kitchen counter before your body begins to sag, your head flopping forward, and your walls continue to send waves around Ariâs cock.Â
His thrusts become sloppy, and his balls tighten as his cock twitches, filling your little cunt with thick ropes of cum as he finishes inside you. Ari groans, holding you close to him as cum continues to shoot out of him, overflowing, dripping onto the counter and the kitchen floor. Ari presses a kiss into your hair, breathing heavily as his high comes down. âMy beautiful little bunny, you did so well for daddy.â
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I am sooo stressed out w/ the election and drama in my family and it has made Protective Boyfriend JJ a need. On that note, could I please request your head canons on an overly protective BF JJ? I just know that man would literally get thrown in jail to protect his girl and thatâs just uuuuggghâŠ.
Of course if you would rather not since ppl are tryna bring this bs drama back to your blog that is obviously okay, love you and I hope this doesnât get started back upâ€ïžâ€ïž
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im so sorry your going thru all that stress babe! i hope it gets better, sending kisses and hugs! đ«đ
protective!bf!jj who always has a hand hooked around your waist in public, no matter where you two are. he occasionally squeezes you to remind himself your still there.
protective!bf!jj who never lets you go out alone, even to the store (especially if its late)
protective!bf!jj who almost never lets anyone else drive you anywhere. he doesn't trust anyone else and doesn't want you getting hurt or in an accident.
protective!bf!jj who always skips out on drinking alcohol at parties to make sure you don't do something stupid or throw up on yourself.
protective!bf!jj who is immediately at your doorstep when he hears your having a bad day.
protective!bf!jj who always is there to rub your back, and give you forehead kisses when you dont feel good, or had a shitty day.
im sorry its short, i hope you feel better. mwah! đđđ
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Hey hey, coming in with a Natasha request, one where they head on over to Natâs fam for the weekend. As theyâre having a nice time, ofc reader canât resist & flaunt over her gf and they have a quickie in the bathroom, thanks ;) đ oh and Iâm claiming this heh -> đ» anon
Meeting the Family
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Words: 4.8k+
Genre: Smut & Fluff
Summary: Nat can't resist how cute and nervous you are as you introduce to her to your parents and show her where you grew up. When you're finally alone, she just can't keep her hands off you anymore...
Warnings: fingering (r receiving); degradation kink; name calling; bathroom sex; top!Nat, bottom!r; finger sucking
A/N: Finally I do a Nat fic! And more fics are to come now that finals are over.
(gif not mine, credit to the creator mentioned above!)
It was finally happening. You and Natasha had been dating for over eight months now and it was finally the time. Your parents had heard everything about her over the phone and she had heard all about them. Of course, it was only natural for each of them to want to meet the other. So, when Nat had a long weekend available, she came up with the brilliantâ or in your opinion, a somewhat terrifying idea to drive three hours so she can meet your family. And your parents, being the nosy and also hospitable parents that they were, eagerly agreed.Â
The three hour drive felt like it went by way too fast for your liking. Usually, you hate the drive to visit your parents; never being one who enjoys long car rides. However, on this particular trip, you wanted time to slow down. You were so nervous for the three of them to meet. It wasnât that you werenât ready for it to happenâ In a way you definitely were. You knew how serious your feelings for Nat were and how hers were mutual. It wasnât that you felt rushed, it was just a first for you. Throughout highschool and college you successfully avoided bringing partners home for your parents to meet. To be fair, none of them were very serious until Nat, but even on the few occasions that your relationships lasted more than three or four months, you still refused to bring them around to meet your parents.Â
Natasha was different though. You were very aware that this needed to happen at some point, especially when you and Nat already expressed how deeply in love you both were. She was pretty convinced you two would get married at some point in the near future. Perhaps that thought wouldâve terrified you if it were anyone else, but when she said it, it just sounded right. So then naturally she needed to meet your parents before any of that could happen. Preferably before the inevitable day you two move in together and youâre wearing an engagement ring.
When you knew your parentsâ house was a mere ten minutes away, you could feel your whole body jitter with nerves. It wasnât that your parents were difficult or that you were worried about Natâs behavior. Itâs just that you didnât know how to act in this situation. Plus, throughout the years, your parents could be a bit particular about certain things when it came to their children.Â
Nat, on the other hand, was just exhibiting pure excitement. As she drove with the guidance of the GPS, she kept her eyes glued to the road with a soft smile on her face the whole time. When the two of you were approaching the house, her smile only grew as your nerves only worsened.
Her eyes took in every single sight as she drove through your hometown and all the way up to your familyâs driveway. She looked at the house with appreciation, mentioning how she liked the colors and the nicely kept garden your parents had. You just kept replying with quiet mhms and nods as she kept talking. Her eyes flicked to you once and she knew you were internally freaking out. She could practically feel your anxiety radiate off of you throughout the whole car ride.Â
It was very clear that you were in no hurry to leave the car when she finally parked right in front of your parentsâ house. Natasha took initiative when she turned the car off and hopped out and over to your side to get the door for you. Ever the caring and considerate girlfriend that she was, she immediately offered you a hand and, even if you didnât need help, she carefully helped you to your feet.Â
Her arms remained around you as you took a few deep breaths. âWe got this,â you breathed. âYou have nothing to be worried about.â
âIâm not worried,â Natasha let out a soft laugh, her hand reaching up to press against your cheek. âYou shouldnât be so nervous either.â
âI know, I know,â you sighed, taking a step back from Natashaâs touch. âItâs just that Iâve never taken anyone to meet my whole family before.â
âAnd what? Youâre afraid they wonât like me?â
âNo, no itâs not exactly that.â Your eyes fell to your feet, kicking at a little rock on the driveway as you tried to shove your nerves down. âTheyâre just protective and a little bit paranoid about things.â
âParanoid?â Nat cocked her head and looked at you with genuine curiosity.Â
âYeah,â you gave Nat an apologetic smile. âYou know, that anyone I date is just dating me for the wrong reasons. Kind of⊠I guess, old school.â
âBut theyâre okay that youâre bringing home another woman?â Nat crossed her arms over her chest and you could tell she was getting slightly defensive. âOh gosh, itâs not that!â You immediately corrected.âTheyâre fine with that part.â
âSoâŠâ Nat was wracking her brain trying to figure out what you meant. âAre they worried Iâll⊠I donât knowâ corrupt you?â
âYes, yeah!â Even though that ship sailed a long time ago, especially with Nat, your parents really didnât need to know that. You were fine with them being blissfully ignorant, thinking their little girl is still, well, their perfectly untouched little girl.Â
âDonât worry,â Nat smirked. âI can keep my hands to myself at the dinner table.â She gave you a wink and reached for you again. For a moment, she wrapped her arms around your whole body. Both hands landed right on your ass for a brief, tight squeeze before she stepped back, turned around, walked on ahead towards the door. You didnât really love the way she emphasized at the dinner table but you were too distracted by the way your ass now stung from her hand.
âNat!â You practically shrieked. She just laughed in response and you scurried along behind her. This was sure to be a long and nerve-wracking dinner.Â
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You were so incredibly wrong about the dinner. Your parents welcomed Nat with open arms. It was tense for about two minutes, but then she cracked the biggest dad joke and suddenly your own father was sold on her. Then when you watched as Nat bounced around the kitchen and dining room, helping your mother out with anything that needed to be taken care of to get ready for dinner, you realized she was sold too. Honestly, Nat did way more to help cook for dinner than you ever did when you lived at home. You werenât one to cook, but Nat knew a thing or two and she wasnât afraid to show it when your parents were putting the final touches on the meal.
When you all sat down for dinner, your anxiety was still running high, but everyone else seemed so relaxed. Both of your parents were impressed with Natasha and the stories she told. Although, you knew she was leaving out some major, violent details and also probably skipping over parts that she probably legally couldnât share. Still, your parents were interested in every word. And of course, Nat being Nat, she had to poke around for embarrassing stories they could tell about your childhood. Unfortunately, they delivered. She laughed with them when they told about the time you got stuck in a tree and the month where you refused to wear anything other than a Princess Peach costume, even to school. When your face flushed, the three of them joined in with light teasing. Youâd be a little angry if it wasnât for Natâs comforting hand squeezing your knee as she laughed or the bright smile she flashed at you when she learned more and more new little facts about you. Sure, you were a little embarrassed, but it just meant she owed you an awkward story or two for later.Â
As dinner wrapped up, you began to clean up. It was always your thing when you lived with your parents. Since you couldnât cook, youâd clean, but Nat was quick to swoop up the dishes in your hands and help. You didnât miss the way your parentsâ eyes shined with approval as they watched the care and kindness Natasha showed you and the gratitude she showed them for letting the both of you stay for the weekend. On multiple occasions during the dinner, Nat would complement their home and thank them for having the both of you. She remained incredibly respectful and relaxed at the same time. Nothing felt forced, nothing felt tense. It was as if they had known her for years.Â
When you were both in the kitchen cleaning up, you finally realized most of your anxiety had dissipated. Natasha was by the sink, smiling to herself as she cleaned dishes and you were sharing that same smile as you dried and put away the things she handed to you. Both of your parents hovered around the kitchen; your mother constantly thanking Natasha and insisting she was the guest and it should just be you and your parents taking care of everything. Natasha would just chuckle and promise that she was more than happy to clean up. After all, it was her way of showing how much she appreciated the meal and the hospitality.Â
After the dining room and kitchen were cleaned up, your parents insisted on you showing her the entire house. She had only seen a few rooms so far and didnât even have much time to check out your childhood bedroom. That was partially on purpose on your part. You knew sheâd see it soon, but you were nervous so you thought pushing that moment off would be better. In some ways it worked since you were no longer as anxious, but you still sat with some of that anxiety throughout dinner.Â
Now, however, you were trying to be the best tour guide you could be as you took her all across the house. You even stepped out on the back porch with her to show her the rest of your parentsâ garden. She wore this enchanting smile the whole time you showed her around. Her eyes would flick to certain things and sheâd give you an âmhmâ or an âoh really?â but for the most part, her attention was glued to you. As you stood outside and pointed out all the flowers that your family was growing, Nat was quick to come behind you and wrap her arms around your waist.Â
When her lips pressed against your neck as you looked out over the small garden, you couldnât help the small shiver that her action caused. You wondered if she noticed that reaction, but when you felt her arms tighten on your waist almost immediately, causing your body to press harder into hers, that was a clear enough indication that she had. But even if she did, she didnât continue to kiss your neck, instead she rested her chin on your shoulder. With your cheek pressed against hers as she rested on you, you both let out a content sigh as you watched the sun go down over your familyâs garden. It was a perfect moment. Even if you had the slightest suspicion Nat had things less innocent on her mind, she had proved you wrong by the calm and gentle moment you two were sharing.Â
After a few moments of just appreciating each otherâs presence, it was back to the house tour. This time, you were on to the second floor of the house and getting closer and closer to your bedroom. You figured youâd save that for last as you dragged Nat around, showing her your parents offices and explaining what they both did for work. Nat kept nodding along, pretending to look thoughtfully around the room before letting her eyes wander back to you. As you pulled her even closer to your room, you decided to stall just a little bit more. When she stepped in, you practically dragged her to the connected bathroom. Anything to postpone to the acknowledgement of your large teddy bear collection and the awkward highschool photos decorating the walls.
âAnd thisâŠâ You said as you pushed her further into the bathroom, âis my bathroom. So if you need anything, medicine, a shower, or whatever. At least we donât have to share it with my parents.âÂ
âMhm,â Nat looked around at the soft pink decor of your bathroom. Her eyebrow arching as she took in all the pastel colors. In your teens and all the way up to your very early 20s, you had an obsession with pastels. It definitely wasnât Natâs vibe. As she kept looking around the bathroom, you wondered how much she disliked it. You couldnât imagine her reaction when she finally got a good look at your room and realized the pastel pinks, yellows, and blues didnât just stop at the bathroom.Â
âAnd your parents' room is all the way on the other side of the house?â She turned around and asked you.Â
âUm, yeah. Well, on the same floor, but still the other side.â You were looking at her with curiosity now. She was starting to reach around you towards the door. Her body was fully pressed to yours as her hand made contact with the doorknob.Â
âGood,â she mumbled more to herself than to you as you heard the door shut behind you. Natâs other hand was around your waist now and you just kept searching her face for an indication of what she was planning. But the moment she leaned in for a kiss, things clicked. This was not like the innocent, quick kiss you shared on the porch a few minutes ago. It was slow, but there was heat behind it. Hunger even.Â
For a second you gave in to the kiss. Your body melted into Natâs as the hand she used to close the door came up to tangle in your hair. The way her tongue felt as it ran against your lips so gently was almost enough to make you lose yourself. But then, as your hand reached out to steady itself on the bathroom counter, you remembered where you were.Â
âNat,â you tried to pull away from the kiss. âWeâre not going to fuck in my childhood bathroom.â Maybe that was a bit presumptuous, but you knew Nat and you could tell quite quickly what kind of mood she was in when she kissed you like that. Plus, her hand started wandering down towards your ass and thatâs usually a pretty good hint at where she hoped things would head.Â
âWhy not?â You immediately saw the pout on Natâs face. âWeâre going to fuck in your childhood bedroom tonight, so whatâs the difference?â
âOh we are?â You pushed back from Nat slightly, enough to untangle yourself from her at least a little bit. Nat still was in your personal space though.Â
Nat arched her eyebrow and gave you the look she often gave you when she was not buying the excuses you were saying. âCome on,â She chuckled. âWe both know how you get.â
âHow I get?â You huffed as you turned away from her. She had got your shirt all out of sorts just from being pressed against you. Your eyes were focused on fixing yourself so your parents had no suspicions that you were just making out with your girlfriend in your bathroom. Natâs were focused on you too, but for entirely different reasons.Â
âMhm,â Nat smirked at you from behind. âHow you get.â Her hands came to rest on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the counter. Her body pressed up against you, but still you tried to keep a poker face.
âAnd exactly how,â you kept your eyes glued to your own appearance in the mirror, trying your best to ignore Natâs intense gaze, âdo I get?âÂ
Her hand moved up your neck until it reached your chin. She cupped it in one hand and tugged your face until you were looking straight ahead to lock eyes with her in the mirror. âYou become a needy little slut, begging for me to fuck you.âÂ
Your face instantly flushed and all words of protest you were thinking of throwing her way died at the tip of your tongue. You looked at her with wide eyes, as if you were a deer in headlights and she looked back at you with hooded eyes. She wasnât wrong. She absolutely was not wrong. But who could blame you? Anytime Natasha slid into bed next to you, her strong arms pulling you into her, it just got you going⊠Just thinking about it made you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, you were already wet. Hopefully, Nat didnât notice the slight movement.
But of course, she absolutely did. A crooked smirk spread across her face and her hand tightened its grip on your chin. âThatâs what I thought.â Her voice was low as it whispered in your ear. âNow, are you going to let me fuck you like we both know you want?âÂ
You didnât say anything. All you could do was bite your lip and nod shyly as Natashaâs other hand made its way up the front of your shirt.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â Nat purred in your ear as her hand made its way under your bra. She cupped your breast in her hand and gave a squeeze, causing you to instantly grip the bathroom counter.Â
âIâve barely touched you and you already look like youâre struggling,â she teased. Â
âShut up,â you shot back. You tried to make it sound demanding, but really it fell from your lips like a pathetic whine the minute you felt her roll your nipple between her fingers.
âThatâs not a very nice thing to say to your guest,â her body pressed harder against yours as she spoke, ânow is it?â Suddenly, you realized you were practically bent forward, trying your best to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter.Â
Natâs other hand was making its way down your body to the front of your jeans. When you heard your zipper being tugged down, you couldnât help but gulp. How are you going to manage to be quiet when you were already so worked up just by the way she was handling you? You felt like you should be more concerned about that, especially with your parents downstairs. But as you felt Natâs hand go straight into your panties, any concerns you had went right out the window.Â
Her fingers brushed against your clit and you couldnât help the full body shudder that she definitely noticed. A chuckle came from behind you and when your eyes flicked up to meet hers in the mirror you realized she was enjoying every single second of your internal struggle with control. The thing is, you already are too far gone to stop her from having her way with you and, honestly, you donât really give a fuck.Â
When her fingers began to move against your clit your eyes fluttered closed and you couldnât help the slight twitch of your hips. As her fingers kept moving you couldnât even stop the ever-so-slight rock of your body against her hand. You didnât need to look back at her to know that her eyes were trained on your slightest reaction. Even if your eyes were now squeezed shut as she picked up the pace against your clit, you could feel her gaze locked on you.Â
Your hands were grabbing harder at the bathroom counter now. Her body kept pressing harder and harder against you as her fingers circled your clit faster. At this point, you were biting at your lip pretty hard, trying to keep whatever sounds were threatening to come out at bay. It was a struggle though. Nat was now starting to tease you, moving her fingers from your clit to circle your entrance. You wanted nothing more to feel them fill you.
What you didnât realize was, as you tried to move yourself lower to take in her fingers, you let out a pathetically loud whine. âShh, shh, shhâ she teased as her fingers kept moving away from where you wanted them most. âIf youâre so worried about your parents finding out, you might not want to make so much noise.âÂ
She didnât seem at all concerned about the sounds you could make and what your parents could hear as she kept teasing you. Her tone was way too teasing and sarcastic for your liking, yet it still turned you on even more. Your eyes opened again and you met her with a frustrated look. One of which, she just chuckled at again as her other hand went back to palming at your nipples. Finally, after one more satisfied look at the way your body was bent over the counter with hers pressed against your ass, she leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your neck before sliding two fingers in.Â
With a low groan you took her fingers in, instantly feeling them hit the spot that she knew you loved. You took a deep breath as she pushed them up to her knuckles inside you, trying to adjust to the feeling of your pussy being filled before she began to move. Something told you she was going to make it as hard as possible for you to stay quiet, which meant she wasnât going to be very gentle. Not that you didnât love it. When she was rough it drove you wild.Â
Her fingers slid out almost completely and there was a pause as her eyes flicked to your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your mouth was already slightly open, letting out small whines and sighs. Then, without warning, she pushed her fingers back in with so much force you were pushed even further over the bathroom counter.Â
âOh fuck!â You couldnât stop yourself from crying out as she set a brutal pace, pumping her fingers in harder and harder. You felt her whole body rock against you from behind and your head was now falling forward as you did your best to brace yourself against the sink.Â
Natâs hand left from under your shirt and up to your lips. She pressed against them with slight pressure and you instantly knew what she wanted. Opening your mouth for them to slip in, she groaned as she felt your tongue run against them. âSuck,â she growled from behind as her fingers kept pumping into you. You instantly obeyed, moaning around the fingers now filling your mouth.Â
âLook at you,â Natasha taunted. âLetting me fuck you like this while your family is just downstairs.â She gave a particular hard pump of her fingers.
âMmphf!â You let out a muffled moan around the two fingers that remained in your mouth.Â
âYouâre such a dirty girl,â she said with a sadistic grin. âLetting me fill your mouth and your pussy. God, I love it.âÂ
Her fingers curled inside you and all you could do was tighten your grip on the counter and keep sucking on her fingers. The way she was fucking you and the words she was whispering in your ear from behind were getting to you. Your legs shook as she kept pumping into you.
Finally, she removed her fingers from your mouth and your head immediately fell. You were panting at this point as she fucked her fingers in and out of you with a strength that had you struggling to stay upright.Â
The fingers that were once in your mouth moved under your chin and pushed your head to look back up. âDonât look away,â Nat ordered. âI want you to watch yourself as I fuck you.â Your eyes moved to hers first and you realized they were glued to the way her fingers were currently pumping in and out of you. Then you took a peek at your own reflection and took in the sight before you. You looked utterly ruined by her. Your face was flushed, your lips were slightly swollen from the way she had kissed you, and your hair was badly disheveled now. On top of that, now that your pants and panties had fallen down to your ankles, when you looked back down at the way Natâs fingers were fucking you, you could see the glisten of your own wetness on your thighs and even dripping down her wrist. Yeah, it was going to take a minute to get cleaned up from this. But when Natasha pushed in a third finger all worries about that left your mind and you were now just focused on staying quiet. You were failing miserably.
âShhh,â Natash cooed. âYou donât want your family to find out what youâre doing, do you?âÂ
You shook your head, but your mouth hung open as you shook from the sheer pleasure of it all. Her fingers were stretching you deliciously and you were getting closer and closer to that edge. Being quiet was not an easy thing to do.Â
Natâs hand flew to your mouth when she knew it was getting too hard for you. Her hand muffled the pitiful moans that were now freely falling from your lips as you got closer and closer to an orgasm. Despite the fact that you probably werenât being as quiet as you should be, she kept going, knowing by how tight you were around her fingers that it was any minute now. After just a few more seconds she finally felt you cum, making a mess of her hand.
Her hand finally left your mouth when she felt your whole body slump forward onto the sink. She pulled her fingers out of you as slowly and gently as possible and all you could do was shiver as you felt them pull away. You were panting and gasping, trying to catch your breath. Nat put a loving hand on your back, rubbing it gently as she too tried to take a few deep breaths. She couldâve kept going and the urge to was incredibly strong. Seeing you bent over against the sink, your ass pressed against her as she fucked you made her want to keep going until you couldnât stand. The only thing stopping her was that she thought maybe this wasnât the setting to completely ruin the daughter of her gracious hosts.Â
Instead, she gently urged you to turn around, only to capture your lips in a slow, yet still deep kiss. Her tongue immediately sought out yours and you whimpered against her lips, still wishing to feel her inside you again. But you also thought that maybe this wasnât the best time to keep begging for your girlfriend to fuck you senseless. Definitely not at your parents place.Â
When she broke the kiss, her forehead pressed against yours and you both seemed to calm down just a little bit. Your body still felt worked up and Natasha still had the strong urge to keep making you make those sounds she loved so much, but you both resisted. âLetâs get you cleaned up,â she whispered and you nodded in reply.
After a few minutes of more calming deep breathing and a few moments where you thought you might give in to the hungry looks Nat was still giving you, you both managed to get yourselves together. Your parents were probably curious to see how Nat was settling in and you definitely didnât want them to suspect that your girlfriend just fucked you in the bathroom.Â
One thing about this whole trip, you definitely wonât be looking at your childhood bathroom, or bedroom for what was to come later that night, the same wayâŠ
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Hiiii, it's me again!!
I really enjoyed and inspired your alpha!Topaz hcs, especially the one about showing motherly instincts towards Numby
Imagine Topaz, who can't find a partner because she has really high standards. The most important to her - her omega should get along with her animals. Numpy doesn't acknowledge anyone but Topaz.
When she is on a business trip to the other side of the galaxy and Numby suddenly gets sick, she is almost desperate - her personal vet can't get to her fast enough. She goes to the best veterinary clinic she can find nearby, comes to the appointment, looks at you - and her heart skips a beat.
You look breathtaking in a lab coat with a gentle smile on your lips - the most beautiful omega she has ever seen.
"Miss Topaz?" you ask, but she barely hears you. Numby gets off her hands and comes to you himself, allowing you to pet him and pick him up.
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CW: Semi-public masturbation, perverted Alpha! Topaz, breeding kink and mentions of pregnancy
Topaz getting smitten by the cute, omega vet that works at the local animal clinic đ„ș
Your prescience alone automatically makes Numby leap out of her arms and scurry up to you. Topaz isnât sure if itâs your scent or your overall demeanor that attracts him to you, but just from looking at you, she could tell that you were a very caring and loving individual. So much so, that she canât help but daydream about how good of a mother you would be to pups if you decide to have anyâ
Wait, she shouldnât be daydreaming about that so far ahead. She hasnât even learned your name! I can see Alpha! Topaz getting stunned speechless every time you smile at her or greet her by the door. She knows youâre only here for Numby but just from looking at the way you care for him, smothering him in kisses and dressing him in cute clothes, Topaz canât help but imagine a life with you where you treat your family like thatâŠ
P.S: While you are doing Numbyâs checkup in your office, Topaz will oftentimes daydream lewd thoughts about you getting pregnant and will secretly rub one out right in the waiting room. She only does this when there are no other customers of course, but you can tell sheâs done something naughty whenever you return to the waiting room and smell the muskiness of Topaz after sheâs relieved herself đ€
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hey princess! i was just thinking pope thots. pope n deer reader r so soo cute <3
but anyways, pope with deer reader who agrees with everything he says. like if he and jj were bickering about something, n jj was like trying to to get her to back him up, she'd just be like "but pope is right tho" with her eyebrows furrowed like he'd asked her the dumbest question ever (she has no clue what they're even arguing, she's preoccupied with pope's hands wrapped around her waist)
also, her sitting on pope's lap on the porch of the chateau while the pogues talk, and she's just like braiding his hair or sum and her only contributions to the convo are little yeah's and mhm's whenever pope talks
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dis is tooooo cute ⥠pope x deer!reader got sm love in my inbox iâm blown away !!
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but yes, youâre there for pope and pope only, tbh.
jj is incredibly friendly with you because thatâs just his nature, even though youâre shy and rather withdrawn he makes his best efforts to involve you in conversations because thatâs just how he is, he doesnât want anyone to feel pushed out.
he slings an arm around your shoulder, leaning down to your level a little as if heâs in cahoots with you, making your boyfriend roll his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, mostly unbothered. âokay, side with me hereâ tell your boyfriend to unclench a little. we can afford to be reckless because papa j right here is protected,â he pats the gun shape beneath his waistband. ânothinâ is gonna touch us.â
pope tsks, yanking you away and pointing a finger at you briefly. âyou donât have to answer to him, and you ââ he whirls on jj, stressful as his friend chuckles. âleave her out of this, please?â
âjust â just let her answer, dude.â
âi think we should do popes plan.â you smile happily, clinging to your boyfriends thick bicep and he nods, lips pressed to one another proudly.
âsee? sheâs good, and she listens. wish i could say the same for you, jj.â
âyeah yeah.â he waves him off before pointing to you playfully. âdisappointed, but not surprised. iâll getâya on my side eventually kid.â
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Gem wasn't expecting to turn into a siren this season, but it's great. She can breathe underwater, see in the dark, and not to mention her singing voice is great now.
Her one problem with her new origin is that she gains the features of whoever the person she's making eye contact with is in love with.
Talking to Etho, her hair will change from ginger to Bdubs' brown and white, and she starts sprouting little white feathers when with Impulse.
Strangely, when Pearl is nearby, she never seems to change, and it both concerns and confuses her. Is her power broken? Has her origin changed? And why does she feel weird every time the postmaster comes by?
Pearl must have something to do with this, she should probably look into it further...
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She feels like Pearl would tell her if she were aro, right? But, Gem isn't entitled to have Pearl come out like that. What if she's uncomfortable and Gem is going to force her into admitting it! Ugh, this is such a conundrum.
(Meanwhile, Pearl is busy deciding how to ask Gem out because she's sure the lack of appearance changing has given her crush away! She gives Gem far too much credit.)
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pls you cant just say sub soap and leave us drooling for this guy
sub soap is NOT delved into enough! he's 100% a man who whines and cries prettilywhen youre cockwarming him or have him wait to ride you while you call him needy for his cock twitching whenever you run a finger down his chest, all the way down
i need this man carnally, violently omg im so normal about subby soap, i wanna bite him so bad dont look at me i warned you about being unHINGED
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sub soap headcanons #1
oh he FOR SURE whines and whimpers and even cries when you tease him!!
when youâre walking by his and purposefully rub against his bulge :((
when heâs cooking and you hug him from behind and let ur hands wander down to his cock :((
when you grab him by his jaw and pull him down into a kiss :((
when heâs in full gear and you yank him by his mic collar into a kiss???????
when you donât even mean to get him worked up and you cup his cheek and call him pretty :(( you meant it as a pure, sweet compliment but he loves being praised and it all goes straight to his dick :((
when you wear revealing clothing and he canât touch you :( whether it be from you explicitly telling him to behave and keep his hands to himself, or if itâs because youâre on a mission together,, he pouts his pretty little lips when he canât touch you :((
oh and he one hundred percent has an oral fixation
ur sucking on a lollipop?? he just remembers all of the times you made him cum by sucking on his tip just like that :(
when you mark up his neck?? :((( heâll literally grind his hips into the air when youâre biting his neck, licking a stripe down the span of his neck and sucking purple marks on his jugular :(
when you hold his neck :( not even choking, just literally,, holding his neck :( using your hand as a necklace :(
oh and the cockwarming? oh i swear !!!!!!
now for this specific case, iâm gonna have it be wear youâre wearing a strap (or you have a cock, either way) and he has to sit on it and stay still hehehehehehe
he would just have to squirm and whine when you hold his hips down and keeping him still onto your cock :(
if you wanted to be mean youâd jerk him off while he sat on your cock m enjoying his cries echoing throughout your room :((
youâd stroke up and down his thick shaft, rubbing your thumb on his tip whenever you got to the head, before squeezing at the base whenever you reached his pubic bone :(
you would use ur other hand to gather up any precum from the head of his cock and lick that hand clean, all while holding eye contact :(( he would blush even more at that sight
he would whine and cry and beg to be able to bounce or grind on your cock, and when you did finally say yes, he would babble mindlessly, âthank you, thank you, thank you!â :((
he would sound damn near pornographic with how he was moaning and crying in pleasure, shouting your name when you bucked your hips and hit a particularly sensitive spot :((
when he came, you would grab his face and swallow his moans in your mouth as you kissed the breath out of him. he would whine into your mouth, all keened and high pitched and delicious :((
he would spurt white ropes onto his stomach, load after load, chest heaving as his release rocked through his sensitive body :((
you would tell him how cute he looks and how he did so good for you, ur pretty boy :((
i wonât him :(
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#sunflower i imagine us running on hamster wheels together <33#i lobe you#soap x you#soap x reader#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish x you#john soap mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#mw2 x reader#đ» anon
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"is not that awkward and shy behind closed doors" MA'AM IMMA NEED TO KNOW MORE ONTO THATđ«Łđ«Ł
in the meantime I'm going through a migraine now a kiss from him or mick would heal me pretty well
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hihihi that's just the energy of the pic!! but here's a small headcanon hehe
+18 (suggestive content)! minors DNI!
professor!sainz who wears glasses and s wool pullover sweater, and always has his brown leather messenger bag.
professor!sainz who has the most delicious accent ever and always uses words in Spanish whenever he gets too deep into the topic.
professor!sainz who pays great attention to every little detail, especially when it's about you.
professor!sainz who cooks for you the first time you go over to his place. he's wearing his classic black dress pants, but there are no wool sweaters around, and his button-down is pushed up to his elbows. his veiny and strong elbows.
professor!sainz who's actually a good flirt. or at least good at throwing double-meaning sentences your way.
professor!sainz who wasn't even a little bit shy about taking off his shirt, or pressing your body to his, or talking dirty to your ear while fingering you. yeah, he wined and dinned you real good.
ps. Hope you feel better soon, sunny!!! đ make sure to take your meds and lots of water *mwah*
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oh⊠Iâm begging you⊠just begging to please send this in as a request⊠Iâm horny and now I wanna make it come to lifeđđ„ș//
I knew you would like it đ€
Can i request this fic?
"Okay so the reader wakes up cause there's a storm outside and she's scared of thunders, she goes downstairs and Steve and Bucky are watching a match while drinking their beers.
They start cuddling her a bit to let her fall asleep again but she's too scared so they think of a way to relax her
They bring her in her bedroom again and after pit her in the middle, they start sucking and licking her nipples while they play with her puffy clit and her wet hole
She's so relaxed after that she doesn't realize that they are using her to let some dtress out themself while she sleeps"
Of course they'll praise her a lot, cause she's their little obedient dumb babyđ„č
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hey baby, I hope you like this.
connected to this fic - lavender dream
summary - you are scared of thunder and quickly find comfort in your stepfather and step-uncle's arms.
warning - smut, stepcest, fingering, nipple play, somnophilia, swearing.
18+ only please, the gif I use isnât mine, divider by @newlips
You whimper when the sound of thunder can be heard from outside your window, cuddling your knees close to you as you cry. You were supposed to be sleeping, but the sound had woken you, and you could no longer get back to sleep, too scared. You quickly stumble out of your bed and outside your room, going downstairs and toward the loungeroom, where you can hear your stepfather and Bucky watching the game. You squeal when another rough sound of thunder rumbles through the house, quickening your pace. You hug your stuffed bunny close to your chest as you stand in the room's entryway, staring at the relaxed men with tears in your eyes.Â
âSweetie, whatâs wrong?â Steve quickly diverts his attention to you, patting his thigh. âCâhere, baby.â You stumble over to him, quickly jumping onto his lap and burying your face into his chest, squealing as you hear the thunder again, and thatâs when Steve understands, and he rubs his hand up and down your back. âOh, baby. Are you scared of the thunder?â You nod, clinging to him. âThereâs nothing to be scared about, baby.â He looks over at his best friend. âIsnât that right, Buck?âÂ
Bucky scoots closer, resting his hand on your lower back. âItâs true, doll.â He strokes your hair out of your face. âWeâre here, doll. Why donât you try and go back to sleep?âÂ
They pull you close, rubbing your body and whispering soothing words. You whine, wiggling against them. âDonâ wanna! Too scary.âÂ
Steve sighs slightly. âOkay, baby. Buck, can youâŠâ He nods toward the tv, and Bucky nods back, pausing it as Steve stands with your legs wrapped around him and begins to walk out of the room and up the stairs. Bucky follows closely behind. âWeâre going to relax you, baby. Make sure you won't be scared of the thunder anymore.â Steve and Bucky enter your room, and he places you down in the middle of your bed. Both men crawl on either side of you. âClose your eyes, baby. Bucky and I are here.âÂ
You whimper, âOkay, daddyâŠâ You close your eyes and relax into your pillow, feeling goosebumps erupting on your body as they slide your nightie up, placing kisses along your flesh before making their way to your hardened nipples. You softly whine as they flick their tongues against them before gently wrapping their lips around them and sucking. You feel their hands moving between your legs and sigh and moan as they connect to your dripping hole. Bucky plays with your puffy clit while Steve pushes a finger into your sopping hole, curling them, growing hard as a soft whimper escapes your lips.Â
You feel a fuzzy feeling take over you, listening to them as you are pulled deep into slumberland.Â
âSuch a good girl, baby.âÂ
âDoing so good for us, doll.âÂ
âFuck you feel good, always a good little obedient dumb baby for us.â
They use you, playing with your puffy cunt, licking and sucking every part of you. Their hands are all over your body, focusing on you and ignoring their throbbing members. You are pulled into a deep sleep, finally relaxing against the bed as your juices flow out of you and cover your stepfather and step-uncle.Â
thank you for reading!
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poor thing, got so dumb you forgot to put your message on anon. don't worry toy, i wont embarrass you~
youre already being so good for me, dropping sooo deep. getting sooo dumb. makes it so easy to obey, to be controlled. and you want that, don't you? need it, in fact.
Obey and Submit Slut
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hello it's my first time requesting can i request hard dom seungmin with exhibition kink. like doing it secretly when they are having a movie night with their friends -đ»
Hello đ»anon!! Thank you for your request. I hope you like it!!
Word count: 1,466
Warnings under the cut.
Warnings: unprotected piv, hair pulling, reader is called names(whore, dumb), I think that's it let me know if I forgot something.
Since the first time you met them, you got along pretty well with all your boyfriend's friends. It did help that they are all really sweet and have so much in common with you, so you just enjoy talking and spending time with them.
Seungmin and the others barely have time to rest or take care of themselves, so you came up with a plan, a rule, actually. Every Friday it's mandatory for everyone to come home on time and you don't want to hear excuses, you want them all at home to have dinner together and watch a movie. They need some quality time and you're there to help them with it.
You just didn't expect your boyfriend to be so fucking shameless, caressing you inappropriately while his friends are seated around you on the floor. The movie is pg13 but his touches are most surely not.
Fucking hell, you want to tell him off but you're too afraid to attract any attention to you two, his fingers are brushing the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your pulsating core and you can't believe you actually want him to do it, is something wrong with you? Of course not, it's normal to have a reaction like that, he's been caressing you for more than ten minutes, you just want to end this agony.
You're covered with a blanket but you're still afraid that the boys will look at your flushed face and your heavy breathing and instantly know what's going on. So you just get up suddenly, startling Felix and Jeongin who are seated close to your legs.
"Woah, I'm so sleepy", you say, yawning and chuckling awkwardly, watching the boys glance at you, not really interested in what you're saying.
You walk out of the living room, looking behind to make sure no one is watching. You close the door after you enter the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, if it wasn't dark in there they would absolutely know something was up, if your breathing and flushed face didn't give you away, the fact that you're sweating like crazy in this cold ass apartment would.
You wash your face, tossing water on your neck to try and cool yourself down. How does Seungmin do this to you with just a touch?
You take a couple deep breaths before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom, confident that you won't let him mess with you again.
That would be a good plan, if you didn't feel a hold on your wrist, pulling you back and throwing you against the wall. Before you can process what's happening, Seungmin is caging you.
"I didn't say you could get up", he tells you.
"I was feeling sleepy", you lie, avoiding his gaze.
He scoffs, pressing his body against yours. You can't look at him, eyes wandering on the movie going by in the living room, too afraid you're actually going to give in if you see the way he watches you.
Seungmin has this kind of power, you never really understood how, but a simple glance from him can make you melt and you will do anything he wants after that.
"Why aren't you looking at me?" He asks, a teasing smile on his lips, he knows exactly why you are not looking at him.
He chuckles, sliding his hand to hold your face, squeezing it so hard it almost hurts, forcing you to face him.
"You know, I don't like it when you act like this", he tsks, sighing, "You make me be mean, and I don't like it when I have to be mean to you"
You scoff, a teasing smile on your lips.
"Except you do like it"
Before you can even think, Seungmin is sliding his hand from your face to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it so hard it actually brings tears to your eyes.
"You should shut up if you know what's good for you", he says, gritting his teeth.
You can feel your underwear uncomfortably soaked, it's kind of embarrassing how turned on you get when he's mean to you. Seungmin trails his other hand down, sliding it to the hem of your dress and running his fingers lightly along your thighs.
You hold his arm to stop him, trying to look to the living room to see if anyone is looking at you two.
"Stop it, what if someone sees us?", you whisper.
And he scoffs, forcing his arm out of your grip and pressing his fingers against your panties, chuckling when he feels how wet you are.
"Oh, what if someone sees us?", he mimics your voice, "if they see us, they are going to know how much of a pervert you are, getting this wet even though you know you can get caught"
He slides your panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside you, making you moan automatically. You gasp, covering your mouth and checking if the others didn't turn around to see what's going on.
"It doesn't look like you're scared", Seungmin says, rubbing your clit while moving his fingers in and out of you, "I think you like it, the danger of someone catching us"
You shake your head frantically not taking your hand off of your mouth, afraid you will make another dirty sound if you speak.
"I think I should test your resolve, see if you really don't want them to see you being the dirty whore I know you are" You start panicking, what the hell is he gonna do?
Seungmin takes his fingers out of you, leaving you with the feeling of emptiness. You should be happy about it, so why do you feel so frustrated?
He puts his hands on your hips, turning you around in a single movement. Then you hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, he's not going to do it, right? He's not going to fuck you in the middle of the corridor with his friends right ahead, watching a movie, right? Right?
"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask, when you feel him sliding your underwear to the side and the tip of his hard cock teasing your entrance.
"Are you dumb? I already told you, I'm going to test if you really don't want to get caught, so shut the fuck up and take it", he doesn't even finish talking before thrusting into you.
"Fuc-", you cover your mouth with a hand, digging your nails into his arm that's holding your hip firmly.
He takes his other hand and grabs your hair again, pulling it by the roots, making you dig your nails even harder, feeling the skin break underneath them.
"You think you're so smart", he gets closer to your ear and you can feel his thrusts even deeper, "you should learn how to listen, if I tell you to shut up, you do it. If I tell you to look at me, you do it. If I want to fuck you with my fingers in front of everyone, you should take it"
His cock is sliding so well in and out of you, you can feel the bliss of your high already growing. You really should let him do anything he wants to you, because anything he does makes you feel so good. You groan, feeling your orgasm coming, your legs are weak, if Seungmin wasn't holding your hips, you sure would fall. You bite your hand so you won't moan loudly when you finally reach your release and you know he can't take much more of your tight squeezes on his cock.
"I'll make sure to leave you full of my cum, alright?" He tells you and you can't do much other than nod, feeling his thrusts faltering and soon enough you hear his groan, followed by the warm liquid spilling inside you.
Seungmin pulls out of you, turning you around and kissing your forehead before fixing his pants. Now you're truly sleepy and he can see that, so he tells you to go to his room and lay down, soon he'll be there and you do just that, falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.
Seungmin sits on the couch, he already watched this movie so he knows it's close to the end.
"If you're going to pull this shit right behind us you should as well invite us to join", Minho says, not taking his eyes off the screen, making Seungmin snap his head to look at him, he really thought they didn't hear them, but knowing they did actually turned him on.
"I mean, sharing is caring, right?" Jisung jokes and the others laugh, but they can't help but wish Seungmin actually shared you with them.
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Hi!! I'm new to tumblr and English is not my native language, so please excuse any mistakes!
First off, I really enjoy your blog! Thank you for your content, your thoughts, and your au!! I especially like the omegaverse au!
Second off, I have angst and fluff thoughts about alpha!Jingliu. Imagine if you became Jingliu's omega before she was mara-struck? She ran away from Lofu, leaving you alone for years. She was afraid she would hurt you or even worse. It was hard for you without her, but you never let another alpha touch you, even in heat. You refused to believe that Jingliu was gone and would never come back.
And now, after all these years, Jingliu finds Ruan Mei, who can heal her or at least ease her symptoms. Now Jingliu can finally return to you.
When Jingliu returns to Lofu, she no longer expects to find you after all this years, but she smells a familiar scent and goes to you. She witnesses you refusing other alphas, saying that you belong to only one alpha. She saves you and finally a happy reunion happens!!
Sorry if you have already written your thoughts about thisđđ
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CW: Omegaverse, breeding
Aaaaaaaaa such a cute, wholesome Drabble about Alpha! Jingliu returning to her mate after several years đ„ș
I imagine that throughout all those years of staying loyal to Jingliu and refusing any alphaâs advances, your heats mustâve been pretty painful to go through on your own. But nevertheless, you wanted to stay loyal to Jingliu and managed to tough it out until she came back. Iâm sure the first touch from Jingliu felt like heaven to a touch starved omega like you. Even her scent made your knees tremble with need as Jingliu scooped you up in her arms and ravaged you right there at the entrance of your home. (She just couldnât wait for the bedroom)
After several years of neglecting your needs, Jingliuâs embrace made the omega inside of you latch onto her like a leech. You two couldnât keep your hands off of each other, staying in the most intimate positions as possible while Jingliu made up for all those years of not being with you. You two go at it like animals for the next several hours, almost an entire day of just raw sex and primal desire, the years of lust that has built up just spilling over like a flood.
You both pass out from the abundance of pleasure and love, but then wake up again to continue. It has been too long since youâve both been mated, and Jingliu shows her apologies by stuffing you full with her cum over and over again until sheâs sure youâre pregnant. Itâs the least she could do after neglecting you for so long đ„ș
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Hot take from one of our system littles:
"I don't have to tell you im front, you just have to respect my voice"
for context C(her nickname) has a MASSIVE stutter and her voice is a higher pitch.
She was ALSO recently teased for it
I'm still livid. Just because you don't know it's a child front, you can't just bully someone for a stutter. Even if you don't know they're a system
-𧩠anon(he/him)(alt sign off: đ»)
(Also credit to our Fable alter accidentally tagging our first ask- it's his normal signoff)
Yeah.. no one deserves to be bullied for their voice.. we have a very mild stutter.. and often talk in different pitches.. if anyone has a problem with that then they're probably dickheads.. I hope C is doing okay
#|| Dreambee#endos dni#anti endo#did system#system#actually did#did#alters#hot takes#hot take#did osdd#𧩠anon#đ» anon
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rafe's bunny!gf wears lacey panties w matching bras and thigh highs
pope's deer!gf wears g-strings and thongs... or boyshorts/boxers and probs just doesnt wear bras
jj's kitten!gf wears pretty little cotton panties with bows (esp linecook jj and innocent!reader) and pretty pink and nude t-shirt bras
johnb's puppy!gf wears pretty little thong with bows on the sides and bralettes
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this is such a cute idea !! makes total sense hehehhe. hereâs my take on it !! (messily n not cohesive at all but makes sense in my head !!)
top leftâ rafes bunny!gf
top right â jjâs kitty!gf
bottom left â john bâs pup
bottom right â popes deer!gf
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NS/FW
CW mpreg, eggpreg
I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one who went A J A W E G G S after that line hahah
Thank you for painting such a delicious picture. I see your vision, I absolutely can't blame Kinich for not wanting to deal with a second Ajaw but what if they turn out to be a second Kinich and tag team against Ajaw lol that'll be somewhat cute haha.
Kinich developing a breeding kink because of ajaw will be hilarious. The saurian relic opened a new horizon for him and now he'll want even more from his partners. Dragonlord be damned!
I'm eating up the hc about his complicated relationship with the tribes cause you're SO right. And ngl I do wanna see what camp two is capable of! lol Trinidad is for sure one of the leading figures in there, he's such a hater HAHAH
Thanks for answering!! Very pleased to have found a space where I can feed my kinich brainrot xD take care author!
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Feel free to keep sending your brainrot my way! I love it!! You take care too, anon!! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Response under the cut! Spoilers for Kinichâs character stories and the Yupanqui's Turnfire Tribal Chronicles!
I wonder how Ajawâs baby would look like đ€ A direct copy of Ajaw? Pixel? Dragon? A mix of all three? Ajawâs technically a projection now, which makes me doubt his real form is pixelated, so probably not pixels?
If Kinich somehow had a guarantee that the kid would turn out more like him than Ajaw, heâll be jumping on that dragon dick without hesitation!
Imagine after a nice long fuck, his partner of the day casually asks him when did he develop his breeding kink? Kinich, being the blunt fucker he is, just goes âAjawâ and proceeds to give his partner a whiplash because whAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT IMPREGNATED BEFORE BY THE??? TINY PIXEL LIZARD?? HOW?? đ€Ł
Camp Two wanna fuck him so bad they look stupid!! Theyâre capable of SO many things, but unfortunately defeating Kinich isnât one of them. His stamina is simply too good + heâs a raging masochist. So no amount of bullying can break his spirit! He thrives on it instead! Maybe thatâs why he could get along (Somewhat) with Enjou/Sanka so well. Itâs masochist on masochist communication HAHAHA
And of course, we canât forget Trinidad! As much of a hater as he is, I donât think heâll actually do half of the terrible things Camp Two would. Heâs still an elder of the tribe and a generally decent guy (I donât like him denying Huni her dinner when he scolded her for lying/recklessness, but itâs pretty obvious he was struggling a LOT with grief during that time). Not only does he prioritise the tribeâs safety over tradition (I wanted to watch him argue more with Wayna đ©), Kinich himself says the tribe needs people like Trinidad, which emphasises that heâs an okay person!
If anything, heâll denounce the other members of Camp Two, being like âdonât be disrespectful even if you donât like him! Be the better person!â and then turn around and guiltily wank to humiliating Kinich đł We also donât know if he has a living spouse, but if he does, Iâd love to imagine his partner being supportive in his desire to wreck Kinich. Theyâre usually monogamous but because Kinich is THAT annoying they decided to make an exception for him HAHAHAHAHA
If theyâre going to do it, Kinichâs going to have to be the one initiating. Once heâs serving himself up on a silver platter, though, thereâs no way in hell Trinidad will be able to resist. Thatâs when all the nasty stuff will come out!! The most tame itâll be is Trinidad aggressively fucking his mouth so he canât talk back, scolding him with stuff like âNot only are you some Mora-obsessed degenerate, youâre also a loose slut! You canât be further from a hero!â While Kinichâs just. Super turned on plus super amused at how mad Trinidad is! The more aggressive end of their sessions can get highly physical, with scratching, biting, slapping etc.
Now I canât get the mental image out of my head: Trinidad sitting on the edge of a bed, face in his hands, dying of guilt/horror/denial/shock at just having the most mindblowing sex with someone he hates. Post nut clarity in its finest. Meanwhile, Kinichâs staring impassively at Trinidadâs naked, scratched-up back planning to goad the elder into fucking him again đ€Ł
What would their ship name be actually. Trinich? Trikinich??
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