#(i just needed to see if i still had it...couldnt resist getting back in the dome)

[pocketramblr]

maybe the answer to "what should Twi's backstory be" is "well what would be the funniest for Time to respond to Rusl casually mentioning where he found the kid?"

[mysicklove]

CW: reader sucking nanamis dick lol, me playing up nanamis old manness bc i am picturing him as a middle aged man, no power dynamics, nanami cums on your face n realizes he may have a kink, reader is ":3" coded, unedited for now bc i need sleep

a/n: wrote this cause im down bad. not written well tho LOL

"Are you sure you like this? I dont want your jaw to hurt..." Nanami questions, furrowed browed as he gently traces the skin near your temple.

You were kneeling in front of him, hands placed on his thighs and grinning at him. "I want to. I really, really want to. Been thinking about it all day."

"You are quite eager."

"Arent you?" Your eyes trail to cock in your hand, completely hard and flushing a shade of red. His work attire was still on, and you just unbuttoned his pants enough so that only his dick was free. You had a thing for the work attire - you couldnt help it, he looked incredibly good in a suit.

In return, Nanami just rubs at his mouth, not denying it. Then he pets your hair, settling in his chair. "Okay, but I wont be mad if you grow uncomfortable."

You rolls your eyes at him, pressing your cheek against his cock. "You coddle me too much. I will not die from sucking dick, Kento."

He stays quiet at this, just silently brushing your hair back into his palms, holding it away from your face. It was polite, all things considering. You smile at him, while your tongue drags from the base of his cock to the tip.

You continue to prep yourself, licking and gently kissing the shaft, while Nanami watches in silence. Then, you put your mouth over him and begin to suckle the tip. A sigh is let out from the man, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes, wanting to watch the lewd sight.

Your head find a steady motion - bobbing up and down until you gag and pull off. He pretends that the sound doesnt turn him on, feeling bad that something uncomfortable for you sends blood rushing to his groin.

When you pull away, slightly panting, he rubs at your lips, now coated in saliva. "Are you okay?"

"You're doing it again, Kento. I am not a child - I've sucked other mens dick before."

He blinks at this, before frowning and forcing you back on his cock by your hair. But, when he heard your giggles from below, he realized quickly that you only said that to tease him. He sighs at that, shaking his head. "Do you like making me upset?"

You hum around his cock, letting drool purposefully fall from your mouth and down till it reached his balls - it was always bettter when it was sloppier, or so you have heard. But, you pull away quickly to answer him, tilting your head to the side so that you can continue to lick his shaft.

"Kinda fun to - you get this look in your eyes. Its weirdly sexy seeing you mad."

His non dominant hand goes back to caressing the skin on your face and his eyes soften. "I would never actually be mad at you."

You make eyecontact with him as you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the redden tip, ignoring the salty taste of pre. Then you give the head another kiss, pressing your nose against it. "I know. You're too soft around me. Its cute, I dont mind it."

"I'm glad," he breathes, and then he pauses, gulping, and looking away, "Then if you dont mind, can you go a little farther down? If its not too uncomfortable, of course."

You obey with little hesistation, mouth coming closer to the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen. This time he groans out, and cant help but shut his eyes at the warm feeling of your throat. You try your best to focus, but seeing your lovers face contort with pleasure was too pretty to not watch.

His hips move from his chair, slightly bucking into your mouth like he couldnt control them. It makes a lewd noise in the back of your throat, and he groans hearing it. You continue your movements, and with each moment, his cock gets wetter from the amount of saliva coated on it.

Large, callused finger tips run over your neck, feeling the way his dick creates a small bulge, and he lets out a shaky breathe. "Fuck. Wow, you are something. Doing so well, thank you, thank you, fuck."

Tears are beggining to prick at your eyes from the lack of air, but still you try your best to nod at him, even if the action sends him groaning out again.

He was growing overheated from the whole thing, and you watch as he removes his tie and unbuttons the top part of his shirt. The sight makes you slightly moan, and it sends a vibration up Nanami's spine.

When you pull away for another breathe, he lets out a noise close to a whine, and you hold back a chuckle. "Looks whose the one eager now." You tease, and his cheeks pinken slightly as he looks away.

"You really treat me so well."

"You think I am good at sucking dick?"

A lewd way to put it, and Nanami wouldnt phrase it like that, but alas, he nods his head, before guiding you back onto his cock. You in return laugh, and immediately go back to work.

With each bob of your head, he gets more into it, now slightly pushing you down farther by your hair. You don't mind it, and Nanami begins to pant from the pleasure, deep and breathlessly. The sound only spurs you on.

It doesnt take much longer for his abdomen to tighten up, and the feeling of his orgasm to approach. You could tell he was close to coming, even without a warning from the way his grunts seem to grow louder. So you continue your pace, trying your best to hold out without a breathe until he cums down your throat.

But, to much of your suprise, he pulls you off from him by your hair. You try to protest, wanting him to cum in your mouth, but he simply grabs at his cock with his other hand and pumps it a couple of times before aiming it at your face.

Cum shoots out of the wet head, and you are forced to shut one of your eyes as the white liquid lands on your upper cheek and eyelid. The rest lands on a multitude of places on your face, causing you to squint your one opened eye. He groans the entirity of it, and so you let him cum all over your face, finding the noise cute.

But when he is done, you simply wipe off your eyes, leaving the rest for now, and blink up at him with a small frown. "You know it would be alot cleaner if you would have came down my throat."

Nanami just stares at you, eyes scanning your face. Then, you notice the tint of red that danced on his cheeks and ears. Your face lights up at the realization. "I knew you had some sort of kink. You're not as vanilla as I thought, Kento! Who would have thought cumming on my face would do it for you."

"You just look...so pretty like this." A laugh falls from your lips, as your eyes travel back to his cock that was beginning to harden again. Now, it was time for the real deal - you almost squeal in excitement as you drag him to the bedroom.

[satorusdiary]

dilf!toji being your ex bf

fluff & angst + making up + cuddling + toji not being able to resist you when you look so fragile + toji forever loving you

part 2! - back in love !

You sent 1:03 am

hey, r u awake?

toji places the cigarette back down on the ashtray, looking at his phone slightly shocked. it’s been months since you and him have had contact, the split up that has happened to your relationship has left a strain in his heart.

why did you text him at this hour? and most importantly, why aren’t you asleep? toji knows how well your sleep schedule usually was.

his friends look at him concerned, the look on toji’s face confusing them even more compared to when he stopped smoking repeatedly just a few seconds ago.

“fushiguro, you good?” satoru questions, patting his friends shoulder as he looks over at his friends phone. he wasn’t able to get a look at the message before toji pulls the phone into a direction that wasn’t able to be seen.

“yeah.. jus’ lemme call someone real quick.” before the rest of his friends could protest, toji is up and walking over to an empty room in the apartment. taking a seat on the bed.

Toji sent 1:09 am

thought i told you to lose my number

now that’s something he wouldn’t text you, he immediately starting regretting sending that message the second you immediately read the message.

you were his sweet little girl. the young woman who he swore he was gonna marry, the one he swore to have kids with.

things were different when he realized how much his life would have an impact on you if you stayed with him.

what’s good about a sweet girl who has a bright future getting with a older man selling illegal substances, that could send him to jail for years and years.

yeah not good at all.

toji knew what’s best for you, and if it meant him not being with you then it was worth it.

because he loved you, and would do physically anything in his power for you to have the best in life.

You sent 1:09 am

i know, i just need someone to talk to rn. i’m sorry

his heart weeps, you still want his comfort even after he has completely broke you, and your relationship with him.

he should be in jail for just breaking you in general.

toji sighs, not knowing how to reply. he wants to comfort you, yet he wants to push you away from his life. push you away from the trouble and the dangers that could happen to you.

he thinks you have given up until you text him 3 minutes later.

You sent 1:12 am

can i call you, please toji?

he couldnt deny it. he just couldnt. his love for you was simply unbreakable even if you weren’t together anymore.

his friends out in the living room are most likely concerned and worried for toji, but that’s the least of his problems. he needs to know if you’re okay, if you’re hurt.

‘incoming call from Toji’

he swears his heart skips a beat when the call goes through.

toji is not one to get nervous. especially with anything in general. but when it came to you, everything comes crashing down. when it comes to you, toji is willing to do anything for you, because you were his girl. his love.

“..hi” your voice is shaky, it seems you’re nervous as well. could he blame you though? this was the first time in months he has actually spoke to you.

“hey.” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice the weak tone in his voice as he spoke.

there’s a moment of silence, and soft breathing from your end before toji speaks up.

“are you ok? why’d you call me.”

it’s harsh, his tone is harsh. your eyes begin watering, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“i-i am just having trouble sleeping, that’s all. ‘wanted your company atleast to calm me down.” your tone has a small strain, as if you were crying for hours before you called him.

it was as if he was able to see your puffy eyes through the screen, he could just imagine it now.

“there’s something else, hm? c’mon tell me, y’know i won’t judge.” especially with you. is what he wanted to say as-well, but he couldn’t get to soft with you now. he couldn’t.

he hears a sniffle from your end, feeling his heart clench once more. as if his heart is dropping to the bottom of his stomach.

“okay.. t-truth is i usually sleep better with you ‘round. but since you’re gone, ‘ts been kinda rough. i just wanted to call you for once, to see if it would help..” you confessed, voice breaking down in between sentences.

toji has an urge to put you down, and hang up. but he couldn’t, how could he resist you? especially after everything he has put you through.

the bracelet on his wrist that has your initials come into his vision. you had made this for him when he was sick, he has never took it off ever since.

“y’want me to come over? not gonna make contact, jus’ gonna be there til you sleep.” he says calmly, he swore he could’ve heard you sigh in relief.

“mhmm, yes please..” you’re still polite, his sweet girl is still sweet around him. that’s what he misses with you.

“alright’ be there in 10. jus know i’m never doin this shit again, kay?” he says harshly, too harsh.

you sniffle again, he could tell your frowning and having tears drop on your phone screen. his heart strings get tugged, and he calms his weeping heart.

he’s hurt you once again.

the call ends before you could say anything else, and he’s out of the bedroom quickly taking his keys. his friends look at him concerned.

“yo, you good?” suguru comments, looking up at his friend who was ready to leave the apartment.

“where you going?” satoru also questions.

toji shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at his of friends once again.

“gonna be gone for a bit, see ya tomorrow?” he waves them off, and goes out the door before they could reply, or ask anymore questions.

he knows he said he would be at your place by 10 minutes, but he ends up arriving in 5 minutes. quickly at your door step, knocking on the door gently.

just as he predicted, you open the door almost immediately.

when he looks at you, he swears he could break down then and there. on your door step.

your eyes are puffy, you’re wearing his hoodie that he “accidentally” left at your home, and there were dried tear stains on your puffy cheeks.

he wanted to kiss your cheeks badly, and cradle you in his arms. but he resisted.

thats before you crash into his arms, immediately breaking down. hugging him tightly as if he was going to disappear again.

toji breaks, he can’t handle the cold act around you any longer.

“y/n? what’s wrong baby? speak to me..” toji coo’s, his harsh tone disappeared. you automatically feel comfort from his nice tone, something you missed.

there he is, the sweet older boyfriend you have always missed. the man who was your home, your protector, your everything.

“‘missed you s’much toji. miss being with you and megumi, i-i can’t sleep without thinking about how i could’ve been better for you.” you stutter repeatedly.

it was no lie that megumi missed you as well. the boy who is only 3 years old can not go a night without asking where you were, if you were coming back to him without breaking down. because you made the little boy feel loved.

toji’s heart breaks, now he notices how selfish he has been. yes he was protecting you, but he also broke you so much. regret seeps into his body, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.

“‘s not your fault sweets, you were more than enough for me. c’mon, let’s go to bed.” he murmurs, picking you up bridal style and walks towards your bedroom. the door behind him shutting closed.

the photo of you both happily together was still on your night stand, toji’s heart breaks for the millionth time in the past hour.

his side of the bed was cold, as if you never slept on it. that’s because it felt wrong sleeping on that side, knowing it once belonged to him.

you continue crying as you’re placed on the bed, still in toji arms. he’s careful with you, placing kisses on your face and rubbing your body to give you his heat.

“i-i miss you.. s’much.” you repeat, looking up at him for the first time with clear sight. tears drying back on your cheeks.

he gives you a sad smile and kisses both of your cheeks, sticky with tears.

“i miss you more sweetheart, missed my little girl s’much.. ‘l’ll explain everythin to you tomorrow, kay?” he questions, caressing your cold cheek.

the smile you give him is sad, but could easily melt the coldness in his heart.

after you nod he places a kiss on your lips, before pulling you closer, your head on his chest while is head is rested on top of yours.

the night goes by, and your soft snores fill the room. toji’s eyes are still glued onto the photo of you both, looking so happy, so dumb and in love.

he is gonna make that happen again, only for you. he’d figure out everything else soon, his priority was now you.

“i love you, missed you more than anything. baby.” he whispers quietly, placing one last kiss to your temple before drifting off to sleep.

for the first time in months he is able to sleep with no bad feelings, or any nightmares.

that is because you’re by his side, by his side to push away all the bad thoughts. by his side to make him feel loved again.

Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist

part 2 - back in love !

a/n: don’t mind typos pls, it’s like 3:47 am😭😭

[pridepoisoned]

Under duress, John Beladonis is rapidly proving himself to be the most mysterious man in the world, delicious secrets and precious underground data jarred loose from his stubborn mouth. Who knew that this renowned detective lived such an improper double life?

Ugly deals, criminal ties, mechanical limbs...yes, yes, yes. Eris is absolutely relishing this moment, eating this up, looming over the fallen agent like a cat lording over a mouse. (Unfortunately for John, as long as he proves to be interesting to the former commander, she'll keep batting him around like a toy. Such valuable information revealed already, and still more to come.)

Always more.

John is doing himself no favors, rambling and spitting insults from his half-delirious state, still constricted by Anje's hulking coils. His vitality, as always, is impressive, and Eris merely allows him to mouth off with a smile, busy pen scratching spilled information between the lines of her ledger. Galactic, greater good, so on and so forth...

(The detective is slashing away at abandoned history and distant memories. Go right ahead. Do whatever it takes, to cling to your last shred of moral high ground...)

However, despite his deteriorating situation, John Beladonis continues to surprise, banging at the bars of his proverbial prison with one more daring act of rebellion. Suddenly, Eris is snapped free from her reverie, stepping back and peering incredulously down at the lower half of her lab coat, pristine white now spattered bright-crimson. It's a shock. John's next words are but a low hum in the researcher's ears as a familiar rage throbs behind her temple, pulsing at her mask. Amethyst hues narrow down at the detective with revulsion, a cold snarl contorting her face...and then, like a light switch being flipped, Eris manages an uncanny smile. A haunting, dangerous expression.

John had gone too far this time.

"...I've had enough, Mr. Beladonis. Thus far, you've proven to be uncooperative, crass, and more trouble than you're worth--even I can think of few other uses for you at this time," she murmurs with an unsettling casualness, crouching down as her gaze bores into him behind gleaming lenses. "Goodbye. Anje."

"Dispose."

An eager hiss, and then the scaly frame surrounding John begins to slowly constrict, a muscle drawing taut against creaking bones, tighter and tighter. The sadistic Seviper intends to take her sweet time, it seems. Agonizing. Typical.

"It feels like I've barely scratched at the surface of your secrets, and now they will all die with you. Is that what you want, Mr. Beladonis? For everything to draw to a close, right here, in the middle of nowhere? Leaving your allies, your tarnished legacy, behind because you were too stubborn? Too proud?"

"I've given you plenty of chances to adhere to the proper path, and yet you've squandered them all. Perhaps this is your tragic end--but we do have time for some last-second appeals. I know how Anje works."

Eris steps back, arms folded as the scene unfurls under her calculating, fascinated watch.

"Due to your prior behavior, I'm hesitant to give you yet another lifeline...but perhaps I'll feel more generous if I hear you beg me for it."

Her smile is back, gaze flickering between John's wracked figure and his glinting arm, contorted under Anje's violet scales. She'd be taking that regardless of outcome.

"If you wish to survive, I recommend begging like your life depends on it, Mr. Beladonis. Because it does."

Panting through the mind-numbing pain of two broken ribs, John refuses to meet her gaze. Simply breathing, simply existing. Trying to ground himself, straining his arms with grit teeth. Kicking his legs once more, mechanical arm creaking as it fought the giant serpent. God, even one hand free to flip her off would've been nice.

"Yer shit at gift giving, Jupiter. Some r--HAH-- r-reward.."

Breathing still hurt. Agony centered him, kept him on track. Every little movement the snake made, he felt close to throwing up. Both honing his focus and threatening to drop his tether completely, let him float into the clouds. Wonder if she'd give him painkillers if he cooperated, told her everything? He's not even going to ask. He's not going to admit that much defeat, that much weakness. That, and..... he was much chattier when he was drugged up enough to lose his brains in the tall grass. At least with this, he'd either be sharp enough to bite his tongue or hit his threshold and pass out.

At his sides, his hands tremble. Nails cutting little half-moons into his palm. Each shuddering breath in, out, making him clamp down harder. Biting his tongue bloody, stuck there.

He knew Anje was enjoying herself, and if he was any good at judging her character, Eris was too.

She was always the same as she'd ever been. Perhaps even worse.

"An' that's not bloody fair. One've us tried to destroy the world, an' it wasn't the bloke bein' blackmailed--"

fuck.

"I never touched you! You never shed even one damn drop of blood! You got immunity!"

maybe he was chattier under pain too. good to know. or maybe he was just losing his grip. dizzy, lightheaded, if Anje kept squeezing the life out of him he'd live, but have oxygen-deprived brain damage to show for it.

"You couldn't-- couldn't handle th'target that knowin' shit puts on yer head. Criminal or not, don't convince yerself I'm anything like you. I've made my choices, an' unlike Galactic, it WAS fer the greater good."

He'd tasted blood in his mouth a while ago. Might as well put it to use spat at her.

"Ask me somethin' else. You wanna talk about the arm? Let's talk about th'arm. Boating accident. Charity case, wassa gift. Next bloody question."

[magicdefendorwolf]

Cuddles

Description:just cuddling honestly,this is very self indulgnet as i love cuddling sm but have no one to cuddle

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Jing yuan

(starting with this man because he's a giant walking teddy bear)

The soft way his hands brush your hair and the soft beating of his heart that was intrerupted ever so slightly when he chuckled,a lazy smile playing on his lips,seeing your almost asleep state

Or the way his body was so warm,his arms so gently yet so firmly wrapped around you did nothing but make you want to sleep even more

"Love,come on,you cant fall asleep here" He said,voice soft as ever as he let out another chuckle "I know its tempting but you cant fall asleep in my office" he tried reasoning

"But i want to" you pouted hoping to get him to let you stay just a bit longer,arms tightening just a tad more around him

He merely shook his head at your antics and let you stay there for longer

Kafka

You were stirred awake by her voice,oh her soft voice,how you wished to listen to the sound of her voice on repeat,but you had to snap back into reality as she softly poked your cheek to wake you up

"Finally awake sunshine" She said with that sly smile ever so present on her lips"Lets get up shall we?" She gave you a close eyed smile and kissed your forehead

"Dont wanna,ill stay here just abit longer" You said,sleep still present in your voice, nuzzling closer to her and hugging her body tighter

"Come on love,we have to get up now" Kafka repeated herself,eyes softening at the way you just couldnt seem to let go of her in the mornings

Guess she'll just have to be late,she doesnt care who she pisses off,as long as she has five more minutes with your sleeping body all snuggled up to her its worth it

Yanqing

You tried to poke the boy sleeping in your arms awake,but to no avail,he may have looked soft and physically weak but that couldnt be further from the truth considering the death grip he had on you while he had fallen asleep on top of you

You tried again gently tapping his shoulder and muttering his name

"Nghh,just five more minutes" He sleepily said in such a sweet way,you just couldnt deny him when he was being this cute

You looked down at him fondly and tried to ignore the way your whole body was going numb and the crushing grip he had around your whole body

Suddenly he loosened his grip and placed a soft kiss to your collarbone and then nuzzled back into your shoulder while he mumbled a quiet 'thank you' for letting him cuddle with you just a bit longer

Blade

Despite his though front and exterior he was trying so hard to put up he seemed to not be putting up any kind of resistance to you dragging him and laying him down on top of you while you played with his hair

Quite the opposite actually,he seemed to relax in your hold,tense muscles relaxing as he not so subtly interwined his fingers with yours and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek

His silent way of thanking you for doing this for him,after all he looked like he needed it after walking in with his hair in a mess,eyes looking so dull and body fully worn out

As you continued mindlessly brushing Blade's hair you were taken aback when he started to breathe so softly,as if he was asleep

You looked down to see him asleep,eyelids closed and fatigue completly noticeable all over his body

To Blade,sleeping was his weakest moment,despite being ready to fight even in his sleep,he still wasnt fully there while uncouncious,so this small act showed you just how much he trusted you,to completly let his defenses down

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Ill definetly write a part 2,i just wanted to get this out

[kk43mi]

Tbh?? even though i find it kinda interesting i havent ready many fics w/ tickling kink in them but like.. a couple of them just feel like regular porn but the difference is (for example) getting someone off w/ a feather instead of Just stroking the 🍆. In others ive read, the tickling is just foreplay, like doing it playfully and then realizing that the other person is aroused by all the touching (this one is what i like the most especially with grumpy characters wr barely see smiling. They deserve to giggle)

divider: saradika-graphics

cw: feather play, cum, weener, no proofreading, wc: 500+

"[name] i swear..to archons..!" you tickled the man in front of you, teasing his cock with a toy feather. handcuffed to the bedframe first thing when he woke up. you always loved the thought of teasing your boyfriend by a feather, it just seemed so hot to see your boyfriend struggle under you.

"what! its fun...~" you take the feather, wiggling it back and forth around the tip. looking up at him when his thighs quiver and the way he whimpered was so yummy. its like you wanted more out of him. "your way of fun isnt what i like." he exclaimed before popping your mouth onto his tip.

"agh fuck! you better stop with that shit-" you giggled, using the feather to tease him more, this is was much fun, you loved seeing him forced into submission. seeing the way pearls of sweat dripped down from his forehead and the way his abs emitted a shine from all of it...you couldnt stop yourself. "if you say it, ill let you cum~ if not, im adding another ten minutes."

"im not saying shit for your ass." "cmonnn you dont wanna be pent up with no release right? plus...youre handcuffed you couldnt even help yourself." you had a point, and he grit his teeth, all his ego would be lost begging for you to let him cum. tickling him on the base and you can see precum dripping from the side as his cock twitches, it was such a sight to see.

he huffs and breathes in heavily, just hoping he could get a release from the stroke of the feather. but you knew too well, knew how to control his own climax. hes seriously so pent up and needed a release. should he for his own pleasure....

"please.." he mumbled. "hm? whaddya say?" you stopped teasing him. he says something inaudible and you probably know what he said. "cmon say it louder, tell me what you want" "this shit is embarrassing." the way red coated his cheeks made you display a cheeky smile, you loved seeing him this way.

"say it and you get what you want." you stroke a lick against the veins of his base. he twitches and couldnt take it anymore. "please, let me cum, i beg of you." his hands tried getting out of the resistances, absolutely losing his mind from the lack of release.

"hehe, knew you could do it" and without any warning, you his whole cock entered inside your mouth and the moan he let out was heavenly. "ooh-! fuck [name]! your mouth feels fucking great" he let out. the way you slobbered your spit everywhere, bobbing your head up and down.

you eyes fluttered up at him and he couldnt get any hornier from this. he release was coming and you could tell from the way he bucked his hips up at you which made you gag. the slurp sounds and his whimpers were echoed around the room.

"keep going-im cumming-agh fuck!" you felt hot gooey substances shot inside of your throat, from the amount of times you edged him, there was no surprise how much came from him. you tried swallowing all of it, but the way it spilled was so much some came from the corners of your mouth. his breathing was uncontrollable, probably the best orgasm he had in a long time.

after swallowing everything up, you kissed his cheek. "still as yummy as i remembered, you came so much."

scaramouche, diluc, alhaitham, abyss aether, kinichi, kaeya, cyno, tighnari, wriothesley, xiao any character of your choice!

sorry for the long hiatus, been really busy and lost the motivation. just wrote this real quick.

[blegh-110]

How would reader react to Tangerine coming home sick or injured? We already know he would baby the hell out of her if roles were reversed but would she try and take care of him if he needed help?

okay, so the reader in general has a very, very big heart. no matter who the person is, she will always feel for them, and she hates that. she thinks its a weakness of hers. even if its a person she hates, she cant stand seeing them in any kind of pain, she just gets no satisfaction from that.

so when tangerine comes stumbling through the front door, groaning with cuts all over his arms and bruises forming all over his face, the first thing reader feels is shock. she always sees tangerine come back from a mission with a bruise or two, and usually a bloody nose. thats all. and he is able to carry himself with no issue. but he just looked horrible. his lip was busted, both eyes beginning to bruise, as well as his cheeks. he had abandoned his blazer, only wearing his white button up, but it was absolutely drenched in blood and shredded up, like he was constantly being sliced up.

she covers her face and cringes when tangerine bumps himself into the table and doubles over, cursing in pain. not knowing what to do, she curled herself up on the couch with peach, not wanting to be seen by him. luckily, he passes by very slowly into the kitchen. every step and groan is torture for her.

the last straw for her was seeing tangerine bring out a giant bottle of rubbing alcohol and poor it directly over his the cuts on his arms. she jumps out off of the couch, placing a confused peach where she sat, and quickly walked to the kitchen.

"tangerine, stop it!"

he flinches when hearing you, thinking you were asleep upstairs.

"what are you doin' up so late?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows. he takes your sleep schedule very seriously. he knows you worked yourself to the bone and barely slept before bringing you into his life. not even getting the recommended minimum time.

"i dont know, i couldnt sleep. dont put this stuff on your cuts, it doesnt actually help."

tangerines heart speeds up he feels your hands gently grab his arm and bring it over the sink.

"wash it with water and soap instead, okay" you look up at him to make sure hes paying attention only to see he was already staring at you. even with the handful of bruises and blood on his face, he was still the most handsome man youve ever seen. you cough and bring your attention back to his arm.

"cool water, okay?"

"okay"

after cleaning the cuts on his arms, you ask him to clean the ones on his chest and stomach himself. you couldnt bring yourself to even think about doing it, you know youd get distracted.

the most you did was clean the blood off of his face, and even that was difficult. being so close to him and holding his face in your hands. the way tangerine closed his eyes and sighed when you brushed his hair back will forever be engrained into your mind. you couldnt resist doing it again just to hear his pretty sighs and feel his hair running through your fingers. this was the perfect moment to feel him without actually giving into his advances, and you took it.

after cleaning his bloodied cheek, you couldnt stop yourself from softly brushing over it with your thumb. after the last swipe, you had to pull yourself away before you did something you know youd regret.

"okay, i think thats good"

tangerine nodded his head, a little dazed from all your touches. you felt a little giddy to have affected him this much.

"thank you so much, my love" and he ends the night with his hands cradling your neck and a kiss to your cheek.

[astr0-physcs]

if enough people like this, i will continue it smiley face

“Well fork me and call me the President.”

You screeched to a halt. That grating metallic country accent fills your ears, and you turn around slowly. You're met face to face with the cyborg that made your blood boil. Boothill. As a member of the IPC, the Galaxy Rangers were the last thing you wanted to see right now. Especially him.

���Didn't expect your grimy ass to show up ‘round these parts.” He smirks, confident. You resist the urge to punch him in the only remaining human part of his body.

“I can assure you, my ass is not grimy. There's no need to project onto me.” You snap back, cocking your hips to the side.

"Relax," Boothill drawled, his southern accent thick as honey. "Ain't lookin' for no trouble. Just here on a lil' job, same as you."

The air between them was thick with hatred, and the tension was palpable. You had a history—an ugly, complicated one.

Your eyes narrowed. "Not here for trouble? That's rich coming from you. You're trouble with a capital T."

Boothill chuckled, a sound that dug into your nerves. "Now ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black. You're no saint yourself, sugar."

You bristled, not liking how Boothill seemed to see right through you. You clenched your fists, fighting the urge to punch him. "I don't need a Galaxy Ranger of all people giving me a lecture.” Rolling your eyes, you turn around, trying to end the conversation. You approach the front desk, smiling tightly at the woman.

“Hi, room for ____.” You say, preparing to give the woman your invitation. The woman smiles.

“I'm sorry, that room is reserved for Mr. Boothill.” You freeze, eyes going wide.

“Im… I'm sorry-?” You were cut off by an arm slinging around you, unbalancing you.

“Yeah, that's us. Sorry for the confusion, ma’am.” Boothill smiled. You try to wriggle out from his arm, but he holds you fast.

“Is- Is this some kind of joke?” You say. Boothill laughs, shaking you around slightly.

“Why would this be a joke, sugar? We’ve got a room to share.” Boothill thanked the woman, taking the room keys. He leads you over to the elevator, pressing the button.

“That is ridiculous! I- I didn't sign up for this-” Boothill cut you off again. “Awh, don't worry. Think of it as a way to catch up with your old pal.”

You bristle again, trying to get out of his arm. “I think I'll pass. I want nothing more to do with you.”

Boothill jostles you again, and you resist punching him in public. “Don't be like that. Sure there's something to talk about. Like the murders…?”

You pause, finally looking him in the eyes. “How did you-”

“Ah, elevators here.”

You two step into the elevator, Boothill’s arm still slung around your shoulders.

“Fine. But ONLY the murders and nothing else.” You whisper. He shrugged.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“Dont call me that.” You groan. Boothill snickered.

“What, you dont like me callin’ you sweetheart, sweetheart?” He said slyly.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your annoyance growing. "No, I don't," you snapped. "And if you call me that again, I'll punch you in the face." Boothill just laughed. "Feisty as ever, aren't you? It's almost endearing." The man's smirk made your blood boil.

“What room are we in.” You ask, putting an angry emphasis on ‘we.’ Boothill looked at the card in his other hand. “304,” The elevator dinged, a chime that dug under your skin even more.

“Right down this hall.” Boothill pulled you down the lavish hall, and you made a noise of surprise.

“Can you stop dragging me everywhere?” You huff, tripping after him. He met your eyes, teasing and mischievous.

“But wheres the fun in that? You’re so cute when you’re tumblin’ over yourself.” His sharp teeth glinted in the neon lighting.

“Cut it out, cowboy.” You finally shove him off of you. He laughs again, metallic and hoarse. The thought of spending any amount of time alone in a room with him makes your teeth grind. You couldnt believe this. How did Penacony, the biggest hotel in all the cosmos, manage to make this major of a slip up? You groan internally, wondering how long you could put up with this guy before you had to book another room out of pocket.

Boothill pressed the card to the handle, unlocking the door. He waltzed into the lavish room, whistling. “Shoot, this is one fine room here.” He flopped down onto the orange couch, letting out a satisfied sigh. You glared at his metallic form.

“Yeah this would be luxury, except i have to share it with you.” You muttered, glancing at the massive shell filled with liquid. The soft neon lighting reflected off Boothill’s limbs and your irises. The view of the hotel was mesmerizing, and you wish you could enjoy it to the fullest.

Boothill chuckled, hearing your muttered remark. "Aww, don't be like that, sugar," he drawled, sprawling out on the orange couch. "You're hurtin' my feelings."

You rolled your eyes again. “You keep rollin’ your eyes like that, theyll get stuck up there.” You heard the smirk in his remark, and you resist to roll your eyes a third time. He snickered. “Careful now, dont give yourself a headache.”

You sigh, pinching your nosebridge. “You are doing a good enough job.”

Boothill sighs heartily. “Ah, you are so easy to rile up.” You grit your teeth, trying not to prove him right. Ignoring him, you finally turn away from the window. Boothill opened his eyes, the red target meeting your eyes. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question.

“Tell me about the murders.” You say, watching his smirk disappear. He sighed, sitting up.

“Alright, ill talk to you about the victims.” He began recounting what he knew, how each disappearance happened and all the clues pointing to every which way. You nodded along, storing every detail inside your mind. Boothill spoke with a surprising amount of knowledge about the murders. You had to admit, you were impressed, although you would never give the cyborg the satisfaction of admitting it aloud. As you listened to the details, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The whole situation seemed odd. None of the clues made sense, and all the victims had died in different ways. Nothing about the murders added up.

You furrowed your brows in concentration. What could any of this mean? The metallic hum of Boothill’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, sugar?”

Ignoring his tease, you glance back to him. “Well none of those clues make sense. What do those clues mean?” You mused.

[headcanons-n-shit]

Hello

Your newest post reminded me i had an idea. The bois comforting wol who is having a nervous brakedown from all the stress. Bonus Ardbert.

I really like your stories. Especially the angsty ones.

(TAZ The Breakdown plays in the background)

(Mild shadowbringers spoilers)

Thancred literally (accidentally but still) disassociated so hard from the stress that he gave up his body to the bad guy for a bit. If anyone gets what youre going through, its probably going to be him. Hes not going to waste his time on empty platitudes: hes going to get you a glass of water, a warm blanket, and a hot meal, and let you cry it out on his shoulder for as long as you need to.

(And if that still doesnt help, well. Sex is still on the table. Its rarely a good idea, but hes all out of those.)

Urianger is probably breaking down with you lets be real. Every future my mans has ever read has included world-ending catastrophe, and, sure, youve thwarted it every time (usually with his help) but. What if this time you dont? What if this time you fail???? Its an unreasonable amount of stress for one man to be carrying. He probably does a fantastic amount of fantasy weed to cope and still all it takes is seeing you break down for him to also start blubber-crying.

Graha seems kind of detached and distant at first. "Shower water food" he commands you, in the voice of Lynas grandfather the Crystal Exarch, firm and uncompromising and impossible to disobey, and you might miss the way his voice and smile are strained. The way his hands clench and unclench at his sides. Hes never regretted turning back time to help you save two worlds, but. Its times like this that he wonders if he shouldnt try again to give you a happier ending.

Estinien is a firm hand on your shoulder, a steady shoulder to lean on, because he gets it. The feeling of being trapped in your own body, puppetted by powers so much greater than you can imagine, almost greater than you can comprehend... Youre breaking down for the both of you, honestly, because hes spent so long training the iron discipline to resist nidhoggs influence that he doesnt know how to anymore. This is. Cathartic. For the both of you tbh.

Aymeric wishes in this moment, more than anything, that he could just. Just be with you. Out on your journeys, giving you support by your side instead of from a distance. And he knows, he knows, that the support he gives you is important, that his ability to move nations in your favor has helped far more than any single sword at your side ever would. But he bears the weight of a nation while you bear the weight of a star, and that just. Doesnt seem fair to him.

Haurchefant knows that theres some things that hot chocolate cant fix but. Its a good starting place if nothing else. Something warm and sweet right now couldnt hurt, neither would a soft blanket and a roaring fire. He'll sit with you, bundled up together, and just listen if thats what you need. Or he can talk-- he has plenty of embarrassing stories about Artoirel that he hasnt shared yet. Either way, he'll happily help you wipe your tears away when youre done, and then drop a delicate kiss on your forehead.

Stand tall, he says. A smile better suits a hero.

Sidurgu is surprisingly good at this. Or, maybe not so surprising? Rielle is very mature for her age, but shes still a child. He probably does this whole song and dance every other week. And you feel a little bit like a child, the way he bullies you into the shower and then bundles you up in blankets and pushes food at you, but. Beneath the gruff words and scowl you can tell hes worried. Frustrated. This is exactly the kind of injustice that as a dark knight he swore he would fight, but hes just one man, there isnt much he can do about the desolation of the star. But he also needs you to know that he'll always be in your corner. Whether in this little way or if you need him to help you kill a god, he'll always come when you call.

BONUS

Ardbert has never felt so helpless in his life. He cant touch you, cant be a shoulder you can cry on. He cant even fetch you a glass of water. All he can do is stand there and watch as you break apart in your bed in the Pendants, and its. Its torture, worse than anything any ascian could ever conceive.

Still. He does what he can. And if all he can do is sit at your bedside, his hand hovering half-through yours in a mockery of touch while he tells you stories of his adventures, or friendship and triumph and happier times, well. Its the least he can do.

[eli-com]

୧ *·˚ MIGUEL OHARA drabble thing

୨୧ includes — NSFW, Miguel playing with your pussy?! Teasing!Miguel. afab!reader. Sleepy me writing about Miguel!

Thinking about how busy Miguel always is with work, his attention constantly being stolen away by a new alert on the monitors he’d installed in your shared home, that same apologetic smile appearing on his face each time before he made his way to his home office. But you’re just so needy, you have to have his attention, you crave it, it’s not your fault; you’re just used to getting what you want.

Miguel hated to slack when it came to his work, but he also hated to deny you when you give him such a pretty pout, stood infront of him with your hands behind your back looking ever so sad, just the sight made his heart ache (not to mention he could smell the arousal building between your legs, and his pants were tightening more and more with every second that passed). So he compromises, laying you across his lap, one hand massaging over the globes of your ass as the other swiped at the monitor, catching up on any new data Lyla had collected for him. You were stripped down to just your panties and bra, wriggling your rear in an attempt to get him to touch you the way he knew you wanted. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your little attempt to steal his attention, shaking his head and landing a hash smack to one of your cheeks, the skin already becoming a darker, rosy shade, a pathetic yelp escaping your lips as your entire body jumped.

“Couldnt just wait like a good girl, huh? Had to have your own way? Maldita mocosa.” He’d growl, his hand lowering between your legs, a finger beginning to run along your folds, your body squirming as you attempted to pull your panties down whilst remaining in your position. However, he’d be quick to stop your movements, a sadistic grin on his lips. “They stay on, cosa dulce.”

His index finger would simply ghost over your pussy at first, as if tickling it, your stomach fluttering each time you felt the tip of his finger so much as graze your folds. After a few teasing touches he had begun to swipe slow lines from your clit to your entrance, the fabric of your panties not doing much to stop you from feeling it; yet still in the way enough to frustrate you. Miguel would only hum in satisfaction as he heard your breathing get deeper, the quiet sounds you were trying to keep in slipping out. Strained moans, pathetic whines; all music to his ears. He’d add another finger, the both of them continuing to run through your folds, making sure to press harder as they reached your entrance, feeling your tight walls clench around air as fingertips grazed it through your panties, fabric now drenched with your arousal.

He couldn’t resist bringing his fingers up to his lips, a groan vibrating in his throat as your slick met his tongue; you always tasted so sweet. He’d be able to hold his urges to fuck you on his desk until you could barely walk back for a while, but he knew he’d never be able to deny himself a taste of you. Moving his hand back to your sopping cunt, he’d gently smack it a few times, listening to the breathless sounds the movement would pull from you, watching as your body shook with pleasure, your face buried in your hands. The two fingers would gently massage just over your entrance, repeating the same circular movements over and over again, enjoying how you did your best to grind against them, desperate to create some friction. He loved seeing you all flustered, desperate for him, ready to drop to your knees and beg for him to give you just what you needed.

More deep chuckles would leave him as he watched your legs squirm in the air, bending and straightening out repeatedly, moving in all different directions as you moaned from the feeling of just his fingers. His circular motions wouldn’t stop as he finally glanced back up to his monitors, free hand continuing to scroll through some more data.

“Gonna be good for me and stay still while I finish my work, baby? Promise I’ll take good care of you when I’m done… Quédate quieta y sé una buena chica, mi amor.”

[bridgyrose]

Fallen Petals sharing a body. Like the body looks like a fusion of them, but they both operate it. They can both speak out of it, they can both control it, but with how much they bicker it'll be a struggle with them controlling it simultaneously.

(Hope you like it)

I told you to be careful!” Cinder yelled out. “Now look at us!” 

Ruby let out a sigh and tried to move her body, only to feel resistance as she tried. “I-I dont like this either. But we’re going to have to work together-” 

“I’m not going to work with you.” 

“We dont have a choice! I dont know what that grimm did to us, but we’re not going to fix ourselves if we dont work together.” 

“And how can I be sure I can trust you?” 

“Because I want to get unfused as much as you do.” Ruby moved her hand this time with no resistance, frowning when she looked at her reflection. 

She still had a silver eye but part of her felt… hollow. Her left arm felt strange, as if it was trying to consume her and she couldnt seem to push aura to it. She moved her hair out of the way to see the eye patch that Cinder had worn still there. She reached to move it, only to feel resistance again. 

Cinder wrestled control of the body and lowered their hand. “You said we need to get moving to fix ourselves. Standing here and looking over our body isnt going to do that.” 

“I just wanted to know how we look.” Ruby felt her spine tingle at the way her voice mixed with Cinder’s every time they spoke, as if it had an unnatural reverb to it. And her clothes felt just as foreign as the rest of her body. Her shorts felt shorter, the way her cloak seemed to taper towards the left, and everything felt more form fitting than usual. “Especially if we’re going to fight anything.” 

“Who said anything about fighting? We’re going straight to Salem and she’ll fix this.” 

“What makes you think she will?” 

“She will!” 

“If we go to Salem, there’s no promise that she’ll separate us. You saw the hound she made, who’s to say she wont do the same thing to us!” 

Flames sprouted from their eye as Cinder kept enough control of their body to smash the mirror in front of them, flames dancing around their fingertips. “She promised me power and freedom. She’ll fix us and then she’ll deal with you.” 

Ruby slowly started to get control again and moved their body towards the window of the small shack they were in. “Vacuo is a mess, there’s grimm everywhere, and there’s not much of a chance that my friends or the people you’ve been working with will even recognize us enough to help. We should start by tracking down the grimm first and seeing if killing it will undo this.” 

“And if it doesnt?” 

“If it doesnt, then… we can try with Salem.”

“And how do you plan to track it?” 

“I-I… I dont know. We can ask around-” 

“You really think anyone is going to answer us while we look like this?” 

Ruby started to pace around the shack as she tried to keep her mind clear. The grimm that had done this had left just as quickly as it had come without anything to track in the first place. Not only that, but her friends were missing and memories that werent hers were blurring into the ones she knew were hers. Growing up in an orphanage without Yang and feeling a phantom pain around her neck. 

Her body quit moving as she felt resistance from Cinder, and then she felt herself almost being pushed back. “Cinder!” 

“If we’re going to find this grimm, we need to get moving and quit pacing around her,” Cinder said as she started to take control, pushing through the resistance that Ruby started to put up. “So quit moping and get moving!” 

“We dont even know where to start! Like you said, no one’s going to answer any questions that we have.” 

“Then we do this my way. I am *not* giving up on my freedom.” 

All resistance Ruby had went away as Cinder wrestled the control she needed for their body to start searching for the grimm. Hearing her conviction made her realize that she had lost her own. She had made too many mistakes, watched a kingdom fall, lost her friends and sister… it was almost easier to let Cinder keep control. 

“We’re going to need to fight the grimm ahead,” Cinder said calmly. “And I need you to help me with your scythe.” 

“R-right,” Ruby said as she pulled their scythe from their back and let it unfold with a flaming blade. She took a deep breath as she helped Cinder swing the scythe around, slicing through the grimm. 

And yet, even as they sliced through the last of the grimm, she let Cinder keep control as they tried to track down that strange grimm, only assisting when asked. It was easier than making any further mistakes. 

[seungmin-mongmong]

A Stupid Bet

pairing: seungmin x fem.reader

warnings: degrading, unprotected sex, names (whore, slut, brat), slight cussing, edging, fingering, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling

Seungmin always liked to make challenges and bets with you. Mostly because he always won, but he just loved seeing you struggle to keep the bet.

This time, the rules for the bet were; no touching yourself, and no sex. It was weird, since you and Seungmin liked to watch movies toghether, cuddle, and end up in the bedroom. But now, watching movies were so boring. It has been 5 days, and its almost the weekend, and you’re doing fine. Atleast until today. The problem is, you cant stop thinking about his cock. Especially when Seungmin decides to tease you with wandering around with only his boxers on in the morning.

“Good morning, jagiya” he says. You cant help but stare at his toned body, and just imagining him over you. “Hello? Y/n?” he says again. You snap back, seeing that he has sat down opposite you. “A-ah, good morning” you reply abruptly. “Were you distracted? Hah, do you like what you see?” he says. You cant focus on anything he says. All you can think about is him fucking you. But you can’t. If you do, you’ll lose the bet.

You didnt hear what he said but hum in reply. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asks you. Shit. You look at the time on your phone. Oh your boss is going to kill you. “My god, i have to go, love you!” you shout as you run out the door.

…

You’re almost ready to drive home from your work place when you get a notification from Seungmin. He rarely texted you while you were at work. You open your messages and see a picture. A mirror picture of Seungmin, with wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel wrapped so low on his waist, you could see his v-line, and his damp skin, and the fog on the mirror. His slim hands holding the phone. Seungmin was driving you insane now. All this was just to tease you even more.

You couldnt take it anymore. You needed Seungmin so urgently. This was complete torture, watching your boyfriend, half naked, in towels, whatever was making you want him. Your cunt was getting wet, and you knew you couldnt ask him to just fuck you. The car started, and you drove off immediately. He was making you horny on purpose. He wanted you to lose, and it was starting to work too. The urge to touch yourself was getting too strong. It was as if Seungmin controlled your thoughts.

You parked outside your house, and quickly opened the door. You see Seungmin, lying on the couch in shorts and a black oversized t-shirt. Even just seeing him like that made you go mad. “Hey jagi” he said. “Did you like the picture?” It was almost as if your cunt was dripping now. You went upstairs, to your bedroom and laid down on the bed. There was nothing else in your thoughts, than Seungmin fucking you dumb.

You got your pants off, and your hand automatically went down underneath your panties to your clit. Seungmin was definitely winning this bet. You just couldn’t resist yourself. Rubbing slowly in circles as you think of him. If only it were his slim, long fingers inside you, pleasuring you, but no. You dip two fingers in, moaning. Then, you forgot, the door is open and Seungmin is right underneath you. Did he hear it? You cover your mouth with the other hand as you go faster, sliding in and out, whimpering in your hand. You couldn’t go and close the door now, and you were sure Seungmin heard you moan, but still continued, going even deeper and faster. You felt a pleasure, but it wasnt the same. It wasnt as good as Seungmins cock inside you, hitting your spot. You whined in desperation, wanting him so bad, going even faster.

Then you heard steps. They were coming from the stairs, and you slowed down the pace, letting out a small whimper. It was over, Seungmin had seen you now.

“You really enjoyed that picture huh? Getting all worked up over me in a towel? What a whore.” he said. You felt too embarrassed to answer, slowly pulling your fingers out. He had bet 1,000$ on this challenge. You look at him, feeling ashamed. He takes a step closer, and almost whispers, “Looks like i’ve won this challenge. Again.” He chuckles to himself, and looks at you with dark eyes. You cant even answer him, from embarrassment. All you do is stare at him, and his cock. “Looks like you need punishment. Especially whores like you that cant follow rules.” he says cold.

“Get on your knees.” he demands. You follow his orders, although he has never been this strict. He was way more controlling now, but you kind of liked it, seeing him take control of you.

He slipped his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. You could see his hardened cock, flushed. Seeing that cock right in front of you makes you so needy. “Come on, make me cum.” he says. You would take his cock anywhere, any time, no matter what.

You start licking his tip, tasting him. Your panties are almost soaked at this point. His long cock twitches as you kiss his tip, and starts sucking. He groans while you suck, grabbing your hair. “Ngh, come on, do it properly.” he says, pushing his cock into your mouth. He goes deep in your throat, almost making you choke, but the pleasure is too good to stop. You only want more of him, sucking and licking him, as his hips buck up. He groans and pulls your hair, while you sit there on your knees, spit hanging on your chin. Its almost like you’re his toy, being used just to make him cum. He pulls your hair harder making you choke on his dick, while his orgasm approaches. He whimpers and breathes heavily. “Im gonna fvcking cum in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every single drop like the slut you are. Got that?” he says.

He thrusts into your mouth one more time, and his load fill your mouth. Theres just something so good about the taste of Seungmins cum. You swallow it all and open your mouth just to show him you can be a good girl. It makes you so horny, thinking of being his slut. Something about him being like this makes you feel helpless and desperate, but you love it.

“Of course you swallowed it all like the whore you are. You just love being used by me, dont you.” he snaps. “Now stand up. Im not finished with you yet.” he says with a smirk. You stand up, without hesitation and look him in his dark eyes, waiting for your next order. “You’re just a little brat, my little fuck-toy.” he says. You can only stand there, staring at him and his dick. “Aren’t you?” he asks. “Y-yes Min.” you respond. Within a second, he pushes you down onto the bed. Seungmin drags your wet panties off, seeing your soaked pussy. “You’re such a whore.” he mutters.

He brings your knees up, missionary, and slowly enters you. “Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you.” he breathes out. Finally, his cock in you, feeling so good. The feeling you longed after. He thrusts deeply into you while grunting. His cock sliding in and out was just the best feeling. It was as if Seungmins dick was made for you, fitting right in your hole. He starts going faster, making you moan his name. You could already feel him hitting your spot. The pleasure builds for the both of you, moaning, and whimpering. His movements quickens, and becomes sloppier. He thrusts into your spot again, almost making you cum. “Fuck, Min, im gonna cum.” you groan. He smiles at you as he pulls out, edging you. “Please, just let me cum Min, please.” you whimper. “I cant just let you get what you want. You broke the rules, you get punished.” he says, leaving your body squirming in desperation.

“Min, please, i need you inside me.” you cry. You reach your hand down to finish off yourself, but Seungmins hand grabs your wrist. “Behave you little slut.” he snaps. “You’re that desperate huh?” he smirks. You can only look at him with pleading eyes, whimpering. “Get up, I’m tired of doing all the work. Now it’s your turn.” he commands as he lies down on his back. You immediately know what to do, and climb on top of him. Putting his dick in, you whine. You bounce up and down in his cock, going deep. The feeling was too good, making you moan his name. “Such a brat” he says. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. Seungmin moans, and bucks his hips up, thrusting into that spot. One more time, and you’ll cum. “Fuck, im close.” you whine. You ride him faster, grinding on his cock. He breathes shakily, thrusting one more time, as your orgasm crashes onto you. Seungmin cums in you, moaning, while you form a ring of cum around his cock.

As you get off him, you feel his cum seep out of your hole. That warm feeling, trickling down your inner thigh. “My little slut, taking my cock so good.” he says. You lie down beside him, meeting his eyes. His gaze was softer now. “I love you.” you whisper, giving him a kiss. He looks at you, smiling. “You’re such a good slut for me.” he responds. “I love you too.”

[nighthaterfrfr]

i don't bite (well, maybe that's a lie)

[it rotted my brain so much that i couldnt resist. thank u @jben073 for helpin me w the ending, my writing still sucks but wtvr... look lets make it modern bc im not doing research on old shit. my brains small so i dont wanna make it smaller. @wispexists made this beautiful art, check it pls pls pls its so good

anwho here it is

OH TW FOR BLOOD BEFORE I FORGET (vampire.. duh) ]

People's blood is a very sacred thing. In many religions, it's often considered the life of a human. Yet, it's something vampires need for sustenance. Most consider vegan diets, and some just become full on killers when too unregulated.

Stephanie Lauter is unfortunately, a vampire. From what she overhears, her dad made some deal with eldritch gods, and that's why she's here. Solomon Lauter hates his daughter, but she hates him back too. However, to not expose this secret to the public, he helps get Steph's cravings in check by supplying her with animal blood.

Yet, it's never a filling meal. She hasn't had a proper, enriching, bit of human blood in such a long time. Not since middle school. But never in a million years did she expect to drink the blood of the pastor's daughter, Grace Chasity.

Nor did she expect how delicious the blood would be.

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Every other day, Steph spends her nights at the old Waylon Hall. Hearing all the rumors about the place, it doesn't seem so bad. It's just really fucking abandoned and creepy. Nonetheless, a few candles and fairy lights powered by battery packs make the house look a lot less evil.

This night, she decided to bring more and more of her belongings into the living room. Yeesh, it's a damn mess. She swept the floor with an old broom she found in a janitorial closet, suited most likely for a maid. The more Steph cleaned up the hall, the more she liked that it became kind of her own hideaway. A very eerie home away from home.

After a few hours of just generally cleaning and decorating the main room, she smiled. For once her life, Stephanie Lauter had made something she was proud of. How fun.

Suddenly, she heard an opening from the front door.

For the months she had spent going here, no one had dare even approach the Hall's grounds. So who the fuck seems brave enough to wander in the most "haunted" place in all of Hatchetfield?

Who the fuck..

Steph had hid in some big closet in the room, and took a look at the girl trespassing in her space. In which she was also trespassing in. The girl wore a light blue sweater and a white button up underneath. She wore a brown skirt, white socks and Black Mary Janes. She had rolled up the sleeves of both the button up and the sweater and had her hair in a side part.

Look, she was already in a silk dress meant for sleeping, and she did not want to be disturbed by some girl. However, something just... attracted her. Steph sniffed something good. Better than the "wagyu cow blood" her dad ended up getting to satisfy the urges. Shit, this came from the girl, didn't it?

God- it smelled so good. That feeling of hunger filled Steph's mind and triggered her vampiristic instincts. She need to feed, fast.

As the girl turned her back, Steph quietly came out of the closet she was hiding him. Walking towards the back of her, she saw that her neck was wide open. Thank god for people parting their hair sideways. As she was about to feed, she snapped back to reality, wobbling back and falling on the floor. Of course, the girl turned around, and looked right at Steph.

"Oh my- who are you? What are you doing out here so late?"

The girl put a hand out, and Steph took it. She quickly responded, "I suppose I could ask you the same question, but I don't think I'll get an answer. I'm Steph." "Grace. My father and I were seeing the house earlier, and I left my 'What Would Jesus Do?' bracelet here." Steph nodded as her eyes are remained on Grace's neck and forearms. They sure do look appealing.

Grace yawned, and ended up sitting on the floor. Steph had already placed some sort of old mattress on there, and simply covered with a bedsheet. "Man, I gotta bike back..." Steph looked at the girl while she complained, and smirked slightly. With an alluring look in her eyes, she turned Grace's head to look at her. "Ah, it's alright. Rest here for a bit, I won't bite."

Grace looked nervous at the offer. She had to go home, she wanted to go home. Yet, this girl... Steph, she just drew her in. Before she knew it, her mouth muttered the words yes, and the two kept on staring at each other. "Now Grace, I have to ask you a question. Do you know anything about vampires and the like?"

"...no? If it's some kind of like, band fans, then I have no idea about them."

Steph looked shocked at this admission, and tried to think through how she'll phrase this properly. In order to charm a human properly, you first need a good approach, don't you?

"Ok then. A vampire is.. a creature who preys on human blood. They usually hate the sunlight, garlic, and silver. Got it?" Grace nodded. "I do. How come you're telling me this?" "Will you believe me if I say that I am a vampire?"

Grace looked confused at the question. Was this girl playing some kind of cruel trick with her? But, like God commanded, answer truthfully. "Why would I? You sound kind of insane right now." Steph smirked, opening her mouth and baring her fangs. They're way too sharp and long to be just a regular humans, and she put her hair back behind her pointed, pierced ears. Grace looked a bit scared, she's never seen a person like this, but regardless, she wanted to know more.

Something keeps telling her she wants to know more.

"And look, Grace. I'm quite hungry right now. Would you mind if I.. just got a bit of your blood~?"

Steph asked, leaning closer towards Grace. The closer she got, the redder the other girl's face was. She then pushed her away slightly, hesitance in her voice. "I... I don't- will it hurt?" "Probably, Gracie. Do you want me to comfort your boo boo, then?" Grace blushed even more, unsure what this feeling is towards the mysterious girl and confused as to what's happening.

Look, Grace had some strong willpower. That's what you have when your dad's the town pastor, after all. However, when she offered her arm to Steph, who's presumably a "vampire," that might be the complete opposite fact. "Go- just take what you need..."

The vampire widened her eyes. From stories she's heard, people need a lot more convincing. But this pretty girl just offers up her arm and blood? Hey, at least it was easy to get a meal for Steph today.

She took Grace's arm gently, placing it near her mouth. Jesus, the smell of the blood really came out. Her mouth almost watered at simply the smell, but why sniff it instead of tasting it?

Steph's fang suck into the arm, Grace wincing slightly from the pain. As she sucked the blood, she couldn't believe the taste. She couldn't believe how energized she was. And she couldn't believe how insatiable the feeling was from getting this girl's blood was.

Grace watched as Steph sucked the blood out of her arm. It was a bit painful, but is it weird to say it somehow made her extremely tired and excited? She could see her blood dripping down her arm as Steph eagerly feasting on her. It's scary, but it's somehow so attractive at the same time. She could easily pull away- it's not even like she's forcing her too.

It's just that... the feeling in her stomach that she gets from simply seeing this girl means letting Steph doing whatever she wanted. After a few minutes of silence and blood sucking, Steph lifted her head from Grace's forearm, wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.

As Grace slowly put her arm down, Steph looked at her, longingly and hungry for more. Steph quietly said, "Do you- do you feel ok? Are you too hurt?" The other girl nodded no, and Steph stood up, walking around the room. On top of the fireplace, she rummaged through a little box and found a roll of bandages. Tearing a long piece of it off with her teeth, Steph began to tightly wrap the fabric onto Grace's forearm.

The feeling of Steph wrapping her arm with the bandage, hell the feeling of the wound itself? It all felt numb. Grace Chasity couldn't feel anything ever since Stephanie Lauter sucked her blood. All she knows is that it felt so damn good.

Finally tying the bandage off, Steph leaned back from Grace, letting her sit up. "Alright, let's see.." Steph stared into her eyes, rolling down both the button up and sweater sleeves, covering both of her arms. She stood up, offering a hand out to Grace so that she can also stand up beside her, "Now, I'm sorry pretty girl, but you can't remember this.. for a while. However," Steph paused for a second, twirling a big strand of Grace's hair.

"I have a feeling we'll meet again, won't we? You're of course, drawn to me, but somehow I am too. Even without drinking your blood, something intrigues me about you, Grace. Come back here next time, won't you~?"

As she let go of the other girl's hair, Grace simply smiled and started walking out. Steph hated the charm ability vampires had as she saw the girl leave. Sure, it benefits both her and the person who she charmed because now whoever she targets will have no recollection of what she's done. Yet, something about Grace made her want to have her remember tonight. She wanted Grace to recognize her face and know who left that mark on her forearm. Oh well, what can a girl like her do?

Sighing and lying on the mattress, she closes her eyes. That was good, no, great blood. That's settled. Great blood comes from the prettiest people. Who knew?

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Grace Chasity woke up the next day, in her bed and feeling somewhat extra tired. It was.. 2 in the afternoon? Huh. As she stood up and walked to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She didn't change at all from when she came back home yesterday from school. Thank goodness it was a Saturday, or else she would've gotten in big trouble with her parents.

As she turned on the faucet, she rolled up her sleeves so that the water wouldn't soak the fabric. The more she rolled her sleeves up, the more she saw that on her right arm, bandages tightly covered her forearm. Well that's.. odd.

Stopping for a minute, she pondered over how she got the bandage on her wrist. Staring at the blood covered and hastily wrapped fabric, Grace shook it off and began to start washing her face.

Eh, she must've fell while riding her bike.

[weirdopeep]

sami yaffa x reader ❤️in Paris❤️

⚠️=smut,unprotected sex but slight fluff at the end ☺️

You're best friend asked you yesterday if you wanted to go to Paris with her, you actually didn't really like Paris because you we're kind of scared of love you had heartbreaks before but because you're best friend asked you, then you will come (best friend=Yuri)

you agreed... you wish you didn't but you did you couldnt stand it if Yuri would be sad..

"yay omg bestie tomorrow will be the best day ever!" Yuri said, she was jumping happily around the room with the biggest smile ever but you? You we're just standing there with a little smile but nothing else you we're still scared

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You we're heading to bed after you put on you're sleeping dress you couldn't sleep you we're scared something would happen but after all you and you're bestie we're 22 years old now you could stand up for yourself, after a while you finally fell asleep

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Next day

You woke up seeing yuri with all the bags already

"yuri..? How long are you planning to stay there ..." You said on a sleeping tone

"you mean 'we'! And we're going to stay there for a month or maybe two!" My eyes widend when Yuri said that but I didn't resist all I did was sigh, I stood up to get ready

Fit you will wear :

Fit Yuri will wear :

After some time you both we're ready and headed outside

*time skip to when you arrive*

You couldn't believe what you started.. your here.. in paris.. right now.. you sighed again deeply and Yuri noticed what was wrong now

"hey... don't worry.. nothing will happen maybe you will find the perfect one here or maybe we both stay single or idk?" Yuri said

You smiled softly and finally you tried to be happy to, the first things you both did was go shopping and go eat that lasted for a while and Yuri was kind of tired already but that didn't stop her, she grabbed your arm and leaded you outside

"what now?" She asked you, and you shrugged and then your eyes widend

"oh my you dumb*ss we didn't even went for a place to sleep tonight! How late is it? Sh*t... We're to late..." You said "WHAT!? Where the hell do we sleep now!?" She screamed, but you weren't listening... You weren't even looking at her... By some time she followed your eyes to where you were looking and then she saw a group of people walk, all boys the group was probably around 6-7 people it wasn't easy to see but clearly you we're staring at just one of the men and before you knew it Yuri was talking to him, you got all flustered and ran up to Yuri grabbing her by her arm and you pulled her back but the man kept waiting till you both we're done talking he clearly had respect.

"Yuri what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"oh just talking to your FUTURE BOYFRIEND" she yelled out with a laugh it made you blush brightly knowing he of course heard that until he interrupted

"could I ask what is wrong?" He said on a sweet soft but warm tone which made you blush even more now hearing his voice

"she likes you" Yuri said pointing at you, you knew you now looked like a clear tomato before something sprung in you're head,

"you seem... familiar.." you spoke and the man laughed

"my name is Sami yaffa, I'm the bassist in the band Hanoi rocks" he said politely

Your eyes widend,you've had a crush on that man for like 4 years or so and your parents didn't like they're music so they banned it from you, they needed you to give your posters to! So you forgot about them for some time not for long tho but now your seeing him in real life!

Sami smiled clearly seeing your a fan, he putted his hand before him pointing at you and you understood

you grabbed his hand "m-my name is y/n"

he smiled again "pleasure to meet you y/n" "we were just about to go to the concert, we're playing today would you like to come?"

you blushed but then looked a little sad "I uhm.. I don't have money for tickets right now sorry and I think they are already sold.." you said sadly but he smiled "no no for free! I'll let you both inside for free you two can hop up behind the backstage to with us if u like then we can talk and show you what we do!" You looked so happy because of what Sami said that you were gonna cry for real but you held it and agreed but you looked at Yuri and she nodded to

after some time you arrived you were constantly talking to Sami and you saw Micheal was flirting with Yuri sometimes and she enjoyed it which made you happy she found somebody

you two got on the side of the stage to watch them there and they started performing you sometimes catched Sami looking at you, and when you made eye contact he smiled, you were staring at Sami and you didn't even know until he winked at you which made you blush brightly, Yuri noticed and asked what was wrong so you told her and she was smirking like hell at you

When the show was over sami walked up to you handing you his hand to pull you up and Yuri already got up before she was already heading backstage while you and Sami just looked into each other's eyes until he spoke "you have beautiful eyes.. did anyone tell you that before?" You shaked you're head as a no his eyes widend a little "well people are just blind" he layed his hand on your cheek and you both got out that you weren't alone when the crowd started cheering and then they started screaming "KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" Everyone was shouting it you got so flustered that your head fell against his chest and he laughed lowly and put his hand on your back and the other on the back of your head,he layed his chin on your head since he was still taller then you and everyone in the crowd we're screaming of cuteness and you putted your arms around him to and then you both let go, he grabbed your hand leading you backstage, you first needed to walk through halls they were pure empty no sound of anyone which made you both get silent.. you walked a little further until Sami stopped, you stopped to looking at him confusingly "what's wrong?" Your eyes widend when he pushed you to the wall and looked at your eyes again "you know the people asked us to kiss.. I wanted that but, I just didn't know what you would think'' he said and your eyes widend more but kept silent and your eyes slowly rested and then he found out you wanted it to, so he pushed him self closer to you against the wall as he softly pressed his lips on yours, you were both blushing and you didn't even notice how long you both we're kissing , it was heated,deep and rough but still soft he had his hands on your waist and when you both finally let go it was just to catch air, you were both panting and when you both calmed down he and you crashed your lips at the same time again together him now pulling himself closer by your waist thightly as you had your arms around his neck kissing him deeply the full hallways we're echoing with your kisses and slight moans as he pushes himself against you he slowly moved down your neck kissing there to he slightly licked your neck to as soft whimpers and moans left your mouth he knew it was your sensitive spot so he bit you gently but a little roughly you got clear hickeys because of him.

He started pressing you even thighter against the wall when you both started hearing footsteps and voices, he was squeezing your thigh you both could hear the voices going louder

It was Yuri and Michael they were looking for you

Suddenly when the voices got even louder Sami grabbed u by your hand and dragged you to the most nearby room the room was his since he's name was on it the light was dimmed but you could still see him but not perfectly he pressed your back against the wall next the door as his right hand was next your head he held his other hand it's finger against your lips when you tried to speak and then he moved it to his own showing you to stay silent

You heard Yuri and Michael's footsteps really close until you heard a knock, Sami didn't say a word and suprinsingly he was blushing he was scared that they would hear you both which you found adorable Michael kept knocking asking if Sami was inside and you heard Yuri yelling your name to but you both didn't reply but your thought couldn't go away of how cute he was when he is shy so suddenly you pulled him closer to kiss him it was deep but soft and his eyes widend he was blushing even more and you couldn't stop the kiss so you talked through it "gosh your so adorable when you're shy~"

you kissed him more and he followed, you slowly moved him to the bed pushing him onto it, the bed wasn't as comfortable as it used to be it was already getting old so it made some creaking noises sometimes which clearly catched the both of you and Sami's friends

"did you hear that?" Yuri asked to Michael you didn't know if he shrugged or nodded because he didn't say anything but that didn't stop you because Sami was still flustered with his shirt half open which you found even more cuter and so fucking hot

You leaned down to kiss on the side of his lips and he wanted to touch you already but you moved his hands back down he looked disappointed and had a begging face

"fuck Sami why you gotta be so fucking handsome.." you said softly close to his ear

He whimpers slightly causing him to move a little forward to you begging for you to touch him instead you couldn't help his cuteness so you did

You kissed him roughly but still soft and you slowly hoverd above him still kissing him but now opening his pants and pulling out his rock hard cock, you were slightly rubbing it which caused his back to ache a little but then you finally needed it to

You stripped out your clothes and undressed him to now slowly u ended up lowering onto his cock taking every inch inside of you suprinsingly he was huge

"ah.. oh gosh man your so big!" I slightly moaned out when you were all down on him, you didn't know if your and Sami's friends were still outside your door but fuck that

He blushed and growled lowly when you jumped on him, your breasts jumping with the way you go you had your hands layed on his chest as you pounded onto him faster letting your head fall back, Sami finally managed to touch both of your boobs holding them and rubbing them while you did your thing.

You rode him even more and finally you were thightening around him and he was twitching to you started to speed up causing you to quickly let your cum follow

You cummed all over his cock and needed to lift up quickly before he cummed and just when u got off he cummed you were reliefd it wasn't inside of you.

But then all of the sudden after you both we're breathing heavily he flipped you over on your chest and pushed himself inside of you, you drove this man wild.. he was moaning your name before and now you were screaming underneath him he fucked you roughly in your ass holding your arms back but then he let go off your arms and grabbed your hair pulling your head back and fucking you even harder

He was thrusting so hard and fast that you almost broke your fingers of holding the bed sheets so thightly you were screaming out your moans and he was groaning like hell

After some time your orgasm followed again, you cummed again but Sami didn't stop he kept going he was so in the moment which you were to that you didn't notice he cummed inside you until he collapsed besides you and then you finally felt the sticky cum that spreaded over your walls inside of you.

You actually didn't care all you both did more was breathing heavily until he finally wrapped his arms around you and cuddled with you

you giggled softly

"I love you Sami..."

"but you just met me?"

"I don't care.."

"heh... I love you to baby.."

AAA THIS TOOK SO LONG RIP I KEPT LOSING THE SAVES I HAD 😭 Pls lmk if I should make a second part where the reader finds out she's pregnant 😳

[hole-of-babel]

Face Fuck Practice Report 0

These are my first Face Fuck Practice Reports. They are all typed edgied out of my mind.

I have been practicing to be a better at sucking cock. I was posting them in a group, but it got deleted. Here’s the past reports and I will be posting future ones. 

Session 1:

I have been wisely advised by a Man  that i should always squat whule performing my dildo face fucking practice and asked for daily updayes. 

I have been in one long term "relationship" with a boy and it ended up in a disaster because i was so unskilled in coxk worship compared to my best friend. Because of that i lost them both so have set myself the task of practicing every day.

The task made a huge difference when i couldnt focus entirely on the large dildo i use. Suddenly my whole body is foxused ob my tasn and it was hard to get my usual depth. Looking at the mirror while i performed was different because i could see the strain in myveyes and it made me loath myself even mote which i didny think was possible. Still, i was proud of myself for obeying Sir and working to improve my essentiak skills as a  unt.

I love the idea of seeing every task i perform for a man being a full body yask completely focused on his pleasure. 

Thank yku, Sir flr ykur guidance.

Session 2:

Today i wore my 5inch heels as i squatted to make me fe more whorish. My ads was plugged as always to remibd me that i am a set of holes needing to be filled. Mounting the dildo on a mirror i squatted and began.

I made it a point to really ram my face hard on tbe duldo and make myself gag and choke. Today yhe position was easier but after 15 minutes i was still sore. I am in  hotel so im sure i must have sounded like a whore sucking off a guy to people in other roons.

Session 3:

Today i was completely naked. Squatting in front of the mirror i mounted my dildo on it. My boyfriend because i am too broken and scared to have a real one. I wanted to make a point of today’s practice session to be about your dick. i am just another interchangable fuck hole. The only way i can let you please me is if i try to please you better than any of the other girls. i tried to imagine how you would use my mouth. Would you sit back and let me do all the work? Would you grab my pony tail and completely control me? i spent time doing both. i knew you would be brutal. i knew that would want a total puke slut worshipping your cock. i was your object. Your FACE HOLE to choke and slap and use without mercy. My legs are getting stronger every day. Because of you, i am becoming a better FACE FUCK CUNT. i spend all my freetime edging dreaming of draining your dick. Imaging us all competing to make you hard. That’s what we’re made for. My throat still resists. I know i am a bad cock sucker, but i am getting better. All day i feel it, reminded me that everything that i do in public is a mask and a lie and how i want someone to just rip it away.

Session 4:

Today I decided to make myself up and put on my 5” heels and rose sheath dress that i wore yesterday so that i could visualize that i was being used by the men i work with. Mounting the dildo on the mirror i set the timer for 15 minutes, squatted and visualized how they would use me if they saw me for what i truly was. Today i was being fantasy face fucked by the biggest asshole on my team. He is rude when not dealing with clients and routinely cheats on his girlfriend with girls he picks up on the road. He’s not very attractive, but he is fit and has an attitude that excites me which is why i hired him.

He hates me. He seems me as a Daddy’s girl. He thinks he should have my job and has told me so. Honestly, he would be a disaster doing what i do, but it makes me clench how up front he is about what he feels is his right. This morning i was a hole for him for him to face fuck hard. i imagined him trying to make me stumble with his brutality. i slapped my face as i rammed by mouth deep onto his silicone cock. I had him change directions and rhythm just to make me gag more and feel out of control. This wasn’t just about getting off. This was him showing me what i truly was. i am staring at him across a makeshift office just reliving it wanting it knowing it will most likely never happen. i am a waste of space because i am not draining dicks, but i am practicing to be ready every day. He has big dick energy. It closes sales. It uses holes. This morning my face was his to rape. i channeled all my abuse to recreate the fear and make me know what i am and what i am made for. i am a sputtering, choking, fuck hole. My throat is made for abuse. i squat there feeling pathetic waves of self loathing and lust looping around in my head. This is for him. This is for me so that everday i become a better gender traitor cunt. Pulling off when i had too, my spit staining my beautiful new dress. i am nothing. i have no identity. i am a hole. I need to be filled.

Session 5:

As usual, I was squatting in front of a mirror with the dildo stuck to it, wearing 5” heels and panties with my udders clamped with bells on them. i made it a point today to put on really whorish makeup because i wanted to see myself as a man using me would see me. this morning i focused on breath control, forcing myself down long and hard, looking at myself not as a person but as a face for a man to rape. i knew that he would get harder from my gagging and the desperation and tears running down my face. i was a hole. i was his hole. i was completely replaceable. i was useless for any other purpose.

[what-did-you-just-say]

Hell yeah! Could I request some Shaxx x gn guardian with shaxx getting serenaded when guardian thinks he’s asleep 🥹

Sure can! I tried to make it somewhat accurate but sorry if it isn't completely...still working on it.

But here's your request! Although it's a bit short...sorry! Annnnd I hope this somehow pleased you..if not then I apologize! I'm still working on my writing skills!

GN! Guardian Reader x Lord Shaxx

With tired and sluggish steps did you make your way to the comfort of your home. As soon as you came through the door and closed it behind you did your body relax, your shoulders dropped a bit and a sigh left your lips although a bit exaggerated. "Is Shaxx here yet..?" You questioned yourself silently as you walked around the small apartment and took off each piece of your heavy armour. Although you couldn't find him at first you still went into the bedroom and grabbed some spare clothes only to find the gigantic Titan comfortably laying on your shared bed once you had turned around. He looked so content and at such ease you couldn't resist but to tip-toe to his side of the bed and lean down to kiss his forehead, caressing his cheek and murmuring all sorts of praises to his sleeping form...or so you thought, Shaxx was very well awake as soon as you came through the door. Being a Guardian and a former War Lord sure made him a light sleeper sometimes, he heard you walk through the little space you two had decided to share about 3 years ago. Shaxx wanted to get up and greet you properly but going against his intent he decided to stay where he was with his eyes closed, listening to every step you took until you eventually ended up infront of him. As soon as he heard the praises you sang for him with the pampering you brought upon him a warm feeling ignited in his chest and he had to fight against his every urge to smile and pull you into his arms, returning the affection tenfold but he went against it yet again. Seeing as though you drowned his supposed sleeping form in enough attention for now you stood from where you were and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While you were taking yourself a much needed shower, Shaxx was about to implode and cracked a smile eventually, by the Traveler he was so lucky to have you. He was sure to reciprocate every affection you put upon him. When you got out of the bathroom in fresh clothing and a towel around your shoulders you looked back at your Titan, "Gods you are so pretty" you mused as you slowly but surely crept towards the bed and slowly climbed into it, making sure not to wake him although he was awake the whole time but not to your knowledge. You cuddled up to him and sighed again as you felt the familiar warmth and comfortable feeling as soon as his arms engulfed you, out of instinct he also pulled you closer and you couldnt help but to swoon over him even more. "You are such a beauty and so good to me aswell, I love you so much Shaxx" you had said with a dreamy voice as you continued to ramble about him, showering the former War Lord in compliments, praises and a few words of affirmation and gods was he living for it. It wasn't long until you lost your touch with reality and drifted off to the dreamworld while Shaxx himself was almost tearing up at your kind words, he pulled you impossibly closer and kissed the top of your head "I love you too, little one. I'll make sure to shower you in just as much affection as you did me.." he whispered as he rubbed soothing circles on your back and chuckled lightly at your appreciative hum.