#- evens' freaking... Again and again I WILL continue to compliment this I LOVE how you write evens. Professionalism 🥺 murderer 🥺

[fowjiyo]

Soulmate AU where words that other people think about you appear on your skin, but over time they disappear. And only the words of the person destined for you remain.

Ivo walked around with bullying and insults all over his body all his life. First in the orphanage from children who considered him strange, not like everyone else, a freak who would never be taken away. Then - at school and university, from classmates to teachers who envied and were surprised by such intelligence and such anger. Sometimes these words were diluted with small compliments, but they were so rare and disappeared so quickly that Robotnik did not even have time to feel a drop of warmth from them.

It got worse in the military. Angry words practically never left the skin, constantly changing. And Ivo hit back, laughing at how primitive they were. He knew that the words of his soulmate were capable of covering the skin from them, but he did not believe that she existed at all.

And then one day, words of admiration appeared on his skin. The Doctor would not pay attention to them, you never know what kind of naive intern read his articles, but there were more of them. At first they appeared once in a while, and then almost every day. Ivo feels dissonance, but continues to ignore them. They will disappear, all this slightly good will go away and will be replaced by dirt again. But one day, the man notices that one of the very first good phrases has not yet disappeared and, intrigued, he decides to more carefully examine his entire body. Until he discovers that most of the skin of his chest and back is covered in words of adoration and love.

And when, after 8 months of loneliness, he returns to earth and hears the words "I knew you would come back, Doctor", and just a second later, on the inside of his shoulder, the phrase "I missed you, Doctor" appears, Robotnik allows himself to smile, thinking out loud "Me too, Stone".

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: bigboy!ony x reader

warnings: smut18+, twt link, shitty writing

a/n: i haven't been on here in so long, let alone written anything. work, life, and school has consumed my entire being, so i apologize that this shit isnt anywhere near what my usual writing is. but i do miss writing, and i do miss being a freak so here you go

Bigboy!Ony is such a motherfuckin talker when he's in that shit.

he'll have you bent over on the bed feedin you slow deep strokes as he admired the way you responded to him in the mirror. “you still with me, ma?” he'll smirk down at you. there was no use hiding how good you felt as you mumbled out barely coherent reassurances, pulling your hips up just slightly to alleviate the intense amount of pleasure. “yeah?” his hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you back “don't run from me, baby.” he'd shake his head slowly “you love me, right? youn run from things you love ma”

you were sure you could cum just off his voice alone. that smooth, tantalizing rich tone making your toes curl the moment it reached your eardrums. ugh lets not even get started on when he falls in love all over again. he'll just be mumbling to himself as he pushed some hair out of your face “fuck my baby so pretty” he'll groan and as if the compliments weren't making your knees weak he'd make you repeat it. “say it back ma, tell me you're pretty” oh, just how his words make the moment so much more intimate.

just when you think he's done he'll pull out and immediately start munchin. your hand instantly reaching behind you to push him back but that doesn't stop him. instead, youll hear him mumble protest into your pussy before he lifts his head up “just lemme eat ma. all you gotta do is breathe nd imma handle the rest” he'll reach for your hand like the loving boyfriend he is and continue to munch.

[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.

The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.

The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.

Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.

A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?

Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.

You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.

"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.

Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.

"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.

When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.

Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.

Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

[whousestypewriters]

photos of you - grayson hawthorne x reader

pairing: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing [like one word] kissing + flufffffff

a/n: so grayson my pookie wookie is getting a fic hehe! should i write a synopsis at the begining of each fic? idk im too lazy to do it rn lol -also its kinda short so sorry

"grayson!" you shriek when you enter his bedroom.

its plain and simple - like grayson - except nothing like grayson because anyone who's met him knows that grayson hawthorne isn't plain or simple.

he's smart, cunning, always sharply dressed - and man does he look good in a suit. like seriously he's so toned and muscly - which you may or may not know after having snuck out to watch him swim once... or twice... okay you do it all the time - he's like a freaking greek god in the form of a human-

sorry what?

got off track there. oops.

anywayyyy

you storm into grayson's room absolutely livid, pacing back and forth in front of a slightly amused grayson.

"like seriously she was such a bitch!" you say swinging around to face him again. "she actually called me the sloppy immature freak. can you believe it? like seriously that girl wouldn't know hard work if it gave her a high five... in the face... with a chair!"

you spin around again resuming your pacing continuing on before he can say anything.

"and to come at me during work-" your eyes catch onto grayson's open computer. "hey, what's that?"

all but forgetting your rant about the bitchy co-worker of yours, you move over to grayson's desk and plop down into his chair, focusing on the laptop in front of you.

"are these from our date last saturday?" you ask when you feel his presence at your back.

"yeah, i took a few and then had the flower stall vendor take some as well," his rich voice reaches down to your ears.

you flick through the photos your heart melting with each one he took. most are photos of you not paying attention to him and looking around happily at the park you were at. pure happiness shines in your eyes and you lean back into grayson silently thanking him and complimenting him on his work.

"its all you," he whispers as if he read your mind.

you instantly pause when you reach a photo of you both. you're looking at the camera smiling at the kind vendor but grayson. grayson.

he's looking at you like you're his entire world. like he'd willingly give up everything just to see you happy. the pure love, adoration and devotion in his eyes almost brings you to tears.

god you loved him.

"i like this one," you squeak out, still

"why's that?"

"because you can see how much you love me," you smile getting up out of your seat and wrapping your arms around his neck. "you look at me like i'm your world, gray."

"you are," he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly. you love how he lets this, softer, calmer, less rigid side of himself be shown with you. grayson is all sharp edges and cutting looks to the outside world, so it always seems to warm your heart that you get to be apart of this piece of him.

"i love you," you smile sweetly up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "so much."

"i love you," grayson says quietly. "more than you know."

later on when you've left, grayson makes quick work of emailing the photos off to a printing store, wanting you to have copies as soon as possible and making his favourite photo - the one of you grinning at the camera, or more like the person behind the camera, him - his lockscreen.

he'll never admit it to anyone else but he has always had a photo of you as his lockscreen, always, even from the early stages of your relationship. he had felt like he was keeping a small piece of you with him, a small piece of your happiness that seeps into his cold harsh behaviour when he's working.

so its a habit to save those pictures to the album he has on his phone and computer. its a habit to have the photos printed out and sent to your flat along with a bouquet of flowers.

its a habit to be grinning for hours in his room after you left.

its a habit to go scrolling through the albums and albums of photos he has of you. because honestly? out of all the places grayson has been, all the different photos and emotions he's caught on camera, out of all them,

photos of you are his favourite.

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a/n pt2: lol i think it kinda deteriorated at the end there.

[hey-august]

Buggy detaching his head to get a better look is so good. Reader insert watching Buggy detach his cock and fuck himself with it while they watch is also so fucking good.

You wanna see how he does it. Maybe you’re not secure in your pegging or assfucking abilities yet, maybe you just want to see what feels the best for him, maybe seeing your clown burrowing his face in his pillow face down, ass up just really fucking gets you going. Whatever the case, I’d be a happy little voyeur for sure. Maybe you’d even get in on the action a bit and literally grab him by the balls just to set the tempo a little, hear him gasp when you go a little deeper but slower and watch his toes curl.

Bet Buggy has a love hate relationship with this stuff at first, his powers can be so fucking sexy, but in his mind there’s something slightly pathetic about using them on himself like this…. But he’s a showman at heart, so it doesn’t take long for you to get those sweet whimpers out of him when you tilt your wrist juuuuust so and to groan into the pillow when you pull him out of himself completely, just to admire how a string of precum connects to his loosened hole as it clenches around nothing.

He can’t deny it, you being so into it gets him bashful…. But also it gets him going… the shame makes him want to crawl in a hole…. And his cock harder than anything… And if that wasn’t enough, then that hungry, mesmerized look you give him after he came and he can feel himself drip out of himself…. Well if anything could convince him to try this again it would be THAT.

This was shorter at first but I have a mighty need right now. Uh. Something something a clowns speciality are cream pies after all. *rimshot*

Listen. Listen, anon, I don't even know where to start, how to follow, what to say, what to feel—

Like what can I do after you dROP THIS WHOLE ENTIRE MEAL?? IT'S DELICIOUS. IMPECCABLE.

And there is SO MUCH to unpack and explore here. Let's talk about some:

It's pathetic using his powers like this? Sir, yes it is. It actually isn't, but it is. Buggy detaching his dick and fucking himself silly is the kind of thing that happens when the horny thoughts drown out everything rational. The kind of thing where post-nut clarity hits TOO HARD. But not hard enough, because you know this guy has done it more than once.

They way he can fully indulge in making himself feel good is one thing, but to show other people? To show you? To let you see what kind of pervert freak he actually is? Why…why is that a turn on? Fuck. Has he always been this tight?

Okay, let's add more to the perversion. Just imagine his dick (no ball attachment this time) sliding in. Like, all of it. Gone. Hell, maybe it even took a few tries to get it all in and stay in. Now it's hidden deep in his body and leaving him so full that there isn't any more space for the embarrassment. Maybe just a little bit of pride when you coo and tell him what a good job he just did. Pride that does actually melt back into embarrassment when you ask him to push it back out. Buggy does it anyways, whimpering, shaking, while you continue pour compliment after compliment on him.

"just to admire how a string of precum connects to his loosened hole as it clenches around nothing." EXCUSE YOU, I NEED A COLD SHOWER

That's delightful for so many reasons. Buggy has been stretched out by his own dick. That's kinda fucked up, right? That's what he thinks, but damn, it is wonderful. It's wonderful to work him up to that - to use Buggy and fuck him until it feels like he was made for that purpose.

AAHHHHHHH.

Now, tell me. Did you end this with cream pies and rimshot on purpose? Like, on purpose on purpose?

Because

BECAUSE.

As tired and exhausted as he is, Buggy decides not to use what little strength he could muster to turn down your next request.

Honestly, his head is still fuzzy. Buggy's still stuck in that space where he just wants to be used and played with.

So when you ask him to clean up, Buggy is more than willing to let you detach his head and hold it oh so gently while licks and sucks his tender hole clean.

Has Buggy tasted his jizz before? Yes. Many times.

Has Buggy eaten ass? Yes.

His own ass? Well, yeah. He'll reluctantly admit to a little lick. Only because he was curious.

Has he ever slurped his own cum out of his gaping asshole? Now he has.

Meanwhile, you get to enjoy the pathetic little whimpers that escape in between the absolutely filthy wet noises he's making.

You enjoy how he's leaving his face paint all over his own ass cheeks.

You can scratch his scalp and press soft little kisses to the crown of his head, feeling Buggy's needy moans reverberate in your own skull.

You can stroke his dick, which is trying so damn hard to get fully erect and earn another fucking. But the poor thing is tired. It twitches and leaks whatever is left to release, giving up on another climax.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe…maybe the next day, actually. Looking at your worn out clown who has literally fallen apart before you, you decide that he deserves a break. And some sweet sweet cuddles.

[stolasdearest]

I don’t know if you mind writing WlW, BUT IF YOU DO!!! I WANT GENSHIN WOMEN HELPING WITH THEIR SO INJURIES- ESPECIALLY WITH RAIDEN CAUSE I THINK SHE BE SO CONFUSED AND CONCERNED AT THE SAME TIME

*wheeze*

Ok sorry for the freak out- I’m just incredibly gay

I'm deflating after picking two women from every nation😩

Warnings: Talk of injury, not Proofread, Candace and Dehya might be ooc

THESE ARE SO WLW‼️

❄️ Scolds you at first and acts more like a superior then your girlfriend at first

❄️ after offering to clean it she softens up, asking how this happened and asking if this was caused by a fight and if there's something she needs to "handle"

❄️ Secretly worried, with the right words you might be able to get her to tell you that aswell.

❄️ tells you to be careful next time because she won't help if it happens again (she'll help if it happens again)

❄️ sends you off with a kiss and goes on about her day, she continues to quietly worry

🍷 more reactive and worried then you'd thought especially if it's a bigger injury

🍷 dead silent aside from the occasional hiss from you

🍷 Like Eula, she asks afterwards if there's someone messing with you and she'll handle it if there is

🍷 tells you on the side afterwards to watch out more often so this doesn't happen again because she doesn't want her lovely girlfriend hurt.

🍷 depending on the day she might hold you for a bit and even MAYBE tell you some sweet nothings

🥂 jumps up and is quite dramatic, she's a captain she can tell if you're in serious danger with your injury

🥂 quickly cleans the wound and treats it then proceeds to baby you

🥂 "youre never going out without me or Kazuha ever never"

🥂 she'll pout out at you, you're capable how dare you get hurt and worry her she already has her other crew idiots to watch over

🥂 smoothers your face in kisses and compliments you

🥂 tries to subtly get info if it's a natural injury or if it was caused by someone else

🎲 acts nonchalant about it but if you're able to read people well you'll see she's scared shitless

🎲 she's lost so many people she can't bear to lose her sweetheart

🎲 questions you on what happened and gets you maybe something to eat and some water, a full check on you

🎲 puts her coat on you and coos at you after the injury is taken care of

🎲 you're not allowed to move or do anything extreme for a week

🎲 "but it's just a scrape" "Too bad, lay down"

🎲 you'll see her gently smile at you while you eat or read something while you recover

⚡ she doesn't quite understand the idea of blood, or injury; she's a god most of her injuries don't last long unless it ends her shortly after

⚡ "what do you mean it can get infected and kill you?"

⚡ goes to a vendor to get you some food after trying to make it herself and failing miserably

⚡ you insist to treat it yourself because she was too rough when she tried to which she just frog blinked at you before shrugging and sitting back

⚡ doesn't quite know what happened but she's asking if you're alright even like, a day later

🌸 gets all done up worried, throwing her hands in the air and petting your head while doting on you

🌸 if she notices it's serious or you're not in the mood she'll quickly back up and ask you to sit down, asking the other maidens to fetch some things for you

🌸 has you in her arms till the maidens get back and then she gets to treating it, asking how this happened with a giggle in her voice

🌸 JUST maybe if you're alone she'll go into her fox form and lay on your lap to comfort you

🔥momma mode immediately

🔥"how'd this happen, when, by what, by who? How much does it hurt? Are you numb"

🔥 you get whiplash from the amount of questions she asks you, kinda confused she takes it that you're like, about to actually die

🔥 you have to calm her down and starts gradually answering the questions while she orders the eremites to get you the things you need

🔥 has you in her arms also, telling you how worried she was and she's glad you're okay

🌕 immediately jumps to your aid asking whats the matter

🌕she scolds you for not being careful, but you jokingly huff, clearly hearing the worry laced in her voice as she stands infront of you

🌕 gives the bandage a little kiss and you both laugh

🌕 her two colored eyes continue to scan you and your mood for the rest of the day or even next few days, monitoring your condition closely

🌕 pouts at you while holding you, denying that she was worried in the first place, reassuring you, you can handle yourself

🗡️ quietly tells you off for getting hurt but calming down and apologizing after, a soft smile on her lips as you tell her it's okay and you understand

🗡️ unless it's a severe injury she's not worried, you're strong you can handle a simple scrape. She will still disinfect it and wrap it you sit down

🗡️ escorts you around for a bit, especially if it's a leg related injury or an injury that impairs your walking

🗡️ holds your hand almost the entire time minus when she's using both hands to treat it for you

🌹 On the verge of losing her mind

🌹 also lost alot of people close to her and is very worried

🌹has her body guards help you while she questions you, she is asking you the most random and not needed questions

🌹you kinda just sit there wondering why this is so important

🌹 makes you macaroons to make you feel better and tells you about her day to distract you from the pain if there is any

🌹 leans against you and just, enjoys your presence for a while. Her days are stressful and she loves doing what she does but you're her safe quiet space

🌹 plenty of kisses to your face and hands

AHHH idk how I feel about this :((

[weird-is-life]

slow dancing with TASM!Peter omg🥺

Hii lovely, ty for this cute request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of wedding, (0.6k)

You and Peter are at that age, where you actually get invited to the wedding, you don't just go because your parents were invited.

So when Peter gets invited to one of his mate's wedding, he asks you to come with him as his date. Being Peter's best friend, you agree.

You love spending time with Peter, but as you spend more and more time at the romantic wedding atmosphere, you can't shake off the 'more than just a friend' feelings towards Peter.

He keeps looking at you funny, smiling oh so softly, that you think, you might get the wrong idea of Peter liking you back in your head. It's impossible not to think that way. You know it's not good for you, hoping that he has romantic feelings towards you won't end up good.

But of course, it goes even worse than the soft touches, lovely smiles, hushed jokes and the freaking compliments every few minutes. Peter's asks you to dance with him. Dance with him to a slow song!

"I can't dance, Peter. I'll just embarrass myself," you protest as Peter stands there with an offered hand.

"Please, you'll do just fine.. C'mon, I won't let you embarrass yourself I promise," Peter convinces you or more like begs you with the puppy eyes. You despite your better judgement agree.

Peter leads you to the dance floor, smiling like a fool. He's been trying to show you how he feels the entire wedding, but he hopes the dance will finally help you understand.

You put your hands on his shoulders and Peter holds you by the waist. Peter starts to slowly sway you both to the rhythm of the song, when he sees you anxiety over the dancing.

"Look at you, you are a natural at this," Peter whispers, as you move together. His compliment makes your cheeks go a little red.

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, gaze fixed on the ground, worried you'll stump all over Peter's feet.

But as you dance longer and longer, you get a bit more confident and you stop looking at you feet. You look up at Peter, only to find him smiling weirdly at you.

"What?" you ask with a small chuckle, "do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's just-...You look really beautiful," Peter tells you.

You suddenly stop dancing," Peter, y-you can't just say things like this, in a voice like that, to me." You'll die if he continues to speak to you like that.

"Why? It's the truth," he says, baffled. He honestly thinks, that there's no one more beautiful there than you.

"Pete...," you whine, but you start dancing again, " you've been killing me the whole wedding."

"With what?"

"With-With....everything. I'll get the wrong idea in my head and then I'll just end up with tears," you tell him, hoping he'll understand, that his loving or teasing (you are not sure) hints are too much for you.

"But-"

"Don't get my hopes up Peter, not tonight," you interrupt him, clearly a bit upset now, " you know, I like you and i don't understand-"

Peter interrupts your rambling. Of course, he knows you like him, that's why he's been dropping the hints the entire wedding. But clearly you didn't understand, so he has to take the matter into his own hands.

He shuts you up with his lips on yours. Your initial shock of Peter kissing you lasts only for a few seconds, before you're kissing him back.

When you pull away, he grins lovingly at you," do you understand now?"

"I think so," you giggle, feeling a bit stupid, that you didn't catch on earlier. "But I think you should kiss me once more, just to be sure...."

Peter, without hesitation, kisses you for the second time.

[bigmpregnm]

A Small Bite - Part 3

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Part 4]

The pressure and the discomfort that I was experiencing were beyond my wildest nightmares. My hips felt like they were about to crack, and my hole was on fire. I looked at my belly and couldn’t understand why it hadn’t deflated; it was definitely bigger instead. Even for twins, my belly seemed too big. The more I pushed, the fuller I felt, and the worse the pressure became. Even then, I tried to focus on the baby that was coming out of me and making me feel like I was tearing in half.

“Uughh… Matt, catch the baby! Uughh! He’s coming out so fast, and it hurts so much!” I said as I cried out and kept pushing. Our big baby boy stretched me more than I ever thought was possible. “I should’ve fallen in love with a smaller guy! Uugghh, please, he’s so big!”

“Ouch. You have always said that you love me big, babe,” Matt said, kissing my cheek. “I told you we should’ve gone to a hospital. You know they have ways to make this process easier.”

“Easier my ass! Fuck... don’t you dare say anything!” I shouted as the baby continued his way out, and Matt chuckled. “We’re too late for that. Just...OOOOOO... catch him, Matt. You can get all fatherly later. AHHHHHH! I need this kid out of me,” I added, trying to stay calm, but I was already freaking out like never before.

The pain had taken my attention away from my expanding belly for a few seconds. But as I continued pushing, I felt the pressure on my abdomen increasing instead of decreasing. I was on all fours, with my big belly hanging low and almost touching the mattress, half a baby out of my body, and probably another one rolling inside me. I could barely focus on what I was doing, but I felt like with each push, my belly reached lower, feeling heavier than before.

I took deep breaths before each push, and even though I knew I was making good progress with our big boy, at the same time, I felt like I was far from being done. Matt was excited as he described how our baby boy was coming out. He told me how big the head was, which I could feel without any description. He said the kid had broad shoulders like him, which I totally expected, and as the rest of the baby’s body slowly slid out of me, Matt described, inch by inch, how big the baby was.

When I finally felt the baby’s feet leaving my body, I tried to catch my breath, and I felt as if a truck had just run me over. The worst part was that considering the size of my belly, I knew I had to repeat the process again, and very likely not only once.

“He’s perfect. Joey, you did it. Our big boy is here,” Matt said as the baby started crying. “He’s so strong. I-I-I promised myself I was not going to cry. But he’s so perfect,” Matt added as he started cleaning the baby and followed the instructions from a YouTube video on how to cut the cord. I felt proud of him but was too exhausted to compliment him.

“Matt, let me... see him, and... I need you. Uugghh,” I cried out as I felt another contraction taking over my belly. Simultaneously, my belly expanded to rest heavily on the mattress.

“Joey, what is it? Are we really having twins?” Matt said, but he finally paid attention to the size of my belly, and he got speechless.

“I don’t know! Just… Please catch the next one. He’s getting out so fast,” I said between grunts as I started pushing once again because I felt the huge head of a second baby already getting into my birth canal.

I couldn’t see Matt’s face, but I knew he was scared. He had been waiting for the arrival of our boy with such excitement that the possibility of something going wrong or even the fact that there was a second baby was definitely terrifying for him.

I closed my eyes as I dealt with the pain, which was worse than I ever imagined. I pushed with all I had, but I felt Matt placing the first baby in bed and positioning himself behind me once again. Everything was so strange. I always thought I’d feel emptier once the baby was born, but with each passing second, I felt fuller and heavier. I panted as I felt like dying. I groaned in agony because the pressure was terribly intense as the second baby was crowning.

I opened my eyes and immediately noticed Matt had placed our big baby boy beneath my face, so the first thing I saw was the most beautiful baby in the world cooing very peacefully. I couldn’t contain my tears when I saw my big boy, but his brother was in a rush to come out, so I had to focus on pushing.

Also, my belly hadn’t stopped expanding, so it firmly pressed against the mattress, making me arch my back to give it more space to grow. I was overwhelmed by all the things happening at once, but with my big boy there, I got the courage to keep going.

Even despite the pain, I focused on the baby boy that was in front of me, and I picked him up to hold him against my chest with one of my arms. He started suckling immediately, and I couldn’t contain more tears streaming down my face. Even though I was having painful contractions and Matt was in a panic because the second baby’s head was already halfway out, I enjoyed the moment between me and our firstborn.

All along, the second baby continued his way out, and I could only hear Matt saying, “Push.” I wanted to kick his ass because I already knew I had to push, and his commands weren’t helping at all. My hole stretched, but at least I felt the baby moving at a good pace.

Then again, I was overwhelmed because, as the second baby’s head finally popped out of my hole, I felt more movements within my belly, and the pressure increased. After all, it was getting too big for me to stay on all fours. I was freaking out, but I tried to remain calm because of the baby nursing on my chest.

I felt the shoulders of the second baby starting to come out, and I could barely breathe. The pain was horrible and was all Matt’s genes’ fault. As the baby continued coming out and his older brother continued suckling on my nipple, Matt started to change his mind, and the fear faded away. The initial shock and the fear were quickly replaced by the joy of welcoming another baby. He had always wanted a large family, so having two babies instead of one was definitely positive.

Even though it was pretty obvious, Matt hadn’t noticed, or maybe he was trying to deny that my belly was still expanding, making it difficult for me to stay on all fours. There was no more space left; my belly was pinning me down to the mattress, and I knew there were at least two or three more babies in there because I could feel all the kicks in different directions.

I grunted and groaned as I continued pushing, and the second baby slowly slid out of my body. I was extremely tired already, and even though I wanted to enjoy having another of my kids in my arms, I had to use the small window between contractions to change positions. I had just given birth to a second baby, even though I was expecting just one, but I knew more were coming.

I softly placed my firstborn on the mattress, and he cooed in disagreement. The second baby loudly cried while Matt cleaned him, so a soft cooing wasn’t a big deal. I lifted my upper body and got on my knees instead of on all fours. I groaned because I felt heavier than ever before, and when I finally was able to see the size of my belly, I groaned in horror.

In my new position, I wasn’t squeezing my belly between my actual body and the mattress, so I was finally able to see its full size. I gasped in surprise and slowly placed my hands on it, like trying to convince myself that it was real. My belly had been big when I went into labor due to the size of the baby I was carrying. But now, even though I had already given birth to two babies, my belly was at least three times its previous size.

I knew something was wrong or too right, but I didn’t have time to process what was happening because another contraction made me clutch my belly as it expanded once again. I took deep breaths and gave my belly gentle rubs as I felt a lot of kicking and rolling inside it. The pain was terrible, but the fact that my belly continued to expand was more terrifying than anything I had ever experienced before.

“Joey, what the fuck is happening? Why? How?” Matt shouted as he finally realized what was happening. He had been too busy cleaning the baby to notice I was in another position, my belly growing even more. As he placed the second baby next to his older brother, he rested his hands on my abdomen and started rubbing it. “Are there more babies? But… I thought…”

“Matt, just shut up! Ugghh... get these kids out of me!” I shouted out in anger because I was confused and in pain, but he kept lovingly rubbing my belly. “Sorry… I don’t want to be rude, but... Matt, please, please, please, oooh fuck, get these kids out of me.”

“I can’t do much, babe. I have no idea what’s happening, but you’re doing great,” he said, approaching to kiss my lips very passionately. His kiss helped me relax a bit, but then the pressure on my belly skyrocketed and also spread to other parts of my body.

The third baby was almost crowning, so Matt positioned himself behind me again. I continued clutching my belly because the bigger it got, the more painful the contractions became. With each passing second, I felt more kicking and more rolling in all directions, and I was simply scared. Even then, when I looked down at the two beautiful babies peacefully sleeping next to me in bed, I felt somewhat happy that I was having even more.

By the time the third baby’s head popped out of my hole, my belly looked like a mid-sized beach ball attached to my torso, resting heavily on the mattress. Thankfully, the third baby was coming out much easier than the previous ones, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. My hole was on fire, but it was just a part of the immense and overwhelming mix of sensations happening everywhere in my body.

Apart from the pain caused by the baby coming out of me and the pressure caused by my belly expanding to unprecedented proportions, a strange tingling sensation spread through my chest and ass. It started as a subtle tingling, but as the baby’s shoulders came out, I realized the tingling sensation wasn’t just discomfort.

I looked down, inspecting my belly because the many babies inside me were kicking up a storm, noticing my pecs were also expanding. It wasn’t that obvious at first sight, but I saw them slowly filling up and getting so heavy that in just a few seconds, I had big and round “tits” that rested heavily on top of my belly.

My “tits” weren’t that soft or saggy like breasts, and they retained their usual pectoral shape, but they were growing bigger than any bodybuilder’s, and they didn’t feel like muscles. I knew they were filling up with milk, and it made me feel like a cow because I had never seen pecs this big.

This realization made me freak out even more, but then I felt Matt’s hands grabbing my ass and kneading it, taking me out of my trance. I tried to look back at him to see why he was doing that, but the combined size and weight of my pecs and belly at the front didn’t let me turn around entirely.

“What are you doing? It’s not time for that,” I angrily said because I was in pain and thought he was thinking about having fun.

“Joey… I don’t know how to say this, but... your ass is growing,” he said, sounding really confused and somewhat excited. “I thought I was hallucinating, but, babe, your ass is really growing.”

I moved my hands to my ass, and it actually felt plumper. I panicked even more because I was still growing everywhere. It wasn’t just the belly anymore. My body was changing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was all happening so fast that I didn’t have time to process it all.

My hands traveled from my belly to my pecs, then to my ass, to rub them, trying to ease up the pressure, but it was simply too intense to handle. I was overwhelmed, between a growing belly, butt, and pecs, a horde of babies moving in my belly, and the ones out of me cooing and crying in long for my attention.

I couldn’t focus on one thing because there were too many things happening at once, so when the third baby finally left my body. I thought I would have time to think or do something, but the fourth baby quickly entered my birth canal, and I had to restart the pushing while Matt cleaned our third baby boy. My belly was similar in size to a yoga ball, and my pecs were bigger than my own head.

Since I had already given birth to three huge babies, the fourth one was coming out much faster without me having to push that much. Even then, it was painful, so my groans and screams of pain were getting louder.

Meanwhile, I could hear Matt talking to our third boy as he cleaned him, and the baby was crying loudly. Then, I felt my nipples leaking like fountains, and I knew it was because of the baby’s cry. Sadly, I was too busy and overwhelmed to hold the babies and feed them. Again, it wasn’t only the pain caused by the birth but also the increasing pressure on my belly, pecs, and ass expanding to ridiculous proportions.

I rubbed my belly and felt even more kicking in response. I couldn’t even count or imagine how many babies I had in there, but it seemed like the number was getting higher every second. The fourth baby was almost out of me, with a fifth already in a position to come out, and even then, I knew I had many more still in line to be born. I had no idea what was happening, but the only thing I could do was push and wait for my body to stop producing kids, eventually.

I looked down at my pecs, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. My “tits” had grown beyond anything I had seen before and were not only resting on my belly and blocking my own view but also pushing against my chin. I was starting to feel a bit suffocated by them, and they just continued expanding like my belly.

Also, I couldn’t see my ass, but I could feel it had become enormous, and my hips had widened a lot. My thighs were also getting thicker, so I had to separate my knees more than before because of how much they had grown. It was a surreal but interesting feeling. I felt like a balloon being filled, but it wasn’t just air but babies, milk, and fat.

“Joey, you have to slow down or... just stop,” Matt said, fully freaking out when he had to catch the fourth baby and saw the fifth one crowning just a few seconds later.

“Does it look like I’m doing... uugghh... this on purpose?” I replied angrily, but I couldn’t blame him. I was in pain, and he was worried about me, and on top of that, he had to take care of a pile of babies that was getting more numerous.

“No, no, I mean, this is just too much. We have four... soon to be five babies, and you look like there are a dozen more in your belly... or more,” he said as he quickly cleaned the fourth baby because the fifth one’s head had already come out. “Joey, I think I should call 911.”

“For what? Ooohhh… catch him, Matt... catch the baby,” I shouted as the fifth baby slid out of me, and Matt barely had time to catch him. Immediately, the sixth one started crowning, and there was nothing I could do to hold him in.

“I don’t know, Joey! I’m just worried you’ll explode or die,” Matt said as he placed the fourth baby in bed and quickly cleaned the fifth because the sixth was already halfway out. “I can’t help you, and I don’t want to lose you, Joey.”

I heard Matt snuffling as if crying, and I realized he was scared. I knew it was normal for first-time dads to be nervous, even more than the pregnant ones, but in Matt’s case, he had the right to be terrified. I didn’t know what to do because my belly expanded even further, and I felt a seventh baby right behind the sixth, and I knew there were even more still inside me. We were both terrified.

As expected, the sixth baby came out, and the seventh soon followed. The eighth baby barely gave Matt time to clean the previous baby. With each birth, the babies came out much faster, and my body became even bigger. My belly was already larger than I was, and my pecs were each like enormous milk-filled beach balls. Baby after baby, I felt how my body filled up instead of getting emptier, and the faster they were born, the worse the pain was.

The ninth and tenth babies were born just a few seconds apart, and after that, my belly finally stopped growing. I felt as big as a house, but a part of me was glad the growth had finally stopped. I looked at my belly, and it seemed to extend at least 5 feet in front of me and three feet wide. It was much bigger than me and much bigger than Matt. I was literally bursting with life.

The sensation was strange but pretty enjoyable at the same time. Knowing that I had so many lives inside me felt pretty fulfilling, but then all the babies started moving like never before, leaving me breathless as baby number eleven moved to my birth canal, and from there, things got wild.

I didn’t have any control. I didn’t have to push. I couldn’t even count the babies. My body just let all the babies out one after the other without giving me a break. I felt like a machine gun, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Meanwhile, my big, strong man was behind me, doing his best to catch and clean all the babies. All I could do was groan and grunt in pain and let my overfilled body do the rest.

...

[thehusbandoden]

More Than Life Itself -Dabi x Reader | Alternative Ending to Burnt

A/n: I was feeling super soft at the end if you couldn't tell lol

I have school in the morning, I should get to bed.. but I'm so freaking inspired rn. I'll probably just fall sleep writing again.

Does anyone even read this? Am I talking to myself?

Wouldn't be the first time 😶

General info:

Genre: comfort- lots of comfort/angst to fluff (ish) \\ wc: 1,099\\ posted: 01/10/2024

Warnings!: (Please just trust me. Y/n doesn't just let him get away with it, but I don't want to spoil it lol). Crying, regret, mentions of toxicity, mentions of manipulation and gaslighting, Dabi's real name, hints of Dabi's past/backstory, flinching, slight self hatred, a slight mention of physical abuse, and slight self doubt! I think that's it, please tell me if I miss anything! <33 (anon in my ask box is turned on for my shy readers ;3)

Part One- Burnt (pure angst)

You broke down sobbing as Dabi closed the door. You knew that this was for the best, and what he did was completely not okay, but that was the love of your life. Your one and only. Your soulmate. Your partner. Your beloved. Your first; and you were hoping your last.  

Yes, he could be toxic- okay. He was toxic frequently. He would yell, insult, manipulate and gaslight you. He would get jealous and possessive; and leave for months on end without a single word.  

He would break your heart; only to come back and repair it with his soft compliments, not only manipulating you into forgetting about it; but gaslighting you as he changed the story. Making himself look better.  

And you played along. Because his warm hands caressing your arms, shoulders, cheeks, and head were too loving. The way he kissed your forehead, whispering to you how beautiful you are felt too real. The way he would treat you outside of the bad times felt too... perfect. 

Your beloved Touya wasn’t all bad. He could be an amazing partner... half of the time. One thing you were- and are- grateful for is the fact that no matter how nasty, toxic, and straight up mean he can be; he has –and never will- cheat. It goes against everything he despises. He won’t do it. 

As you remember all the good times tears streamed down your face, sliding to your chin before falling onto your hand. Sobs echoed through the room as you held yourself. Rocking back and forth, you faintly hear someone calling your name. Roling your eyes, you flip the front door of your apartment off.  

No way you were letting that d-bag in. As he continues to call your name you scoff. Standing up, you head towards the door. Grasping the handle, you slam the door open.  

Right as you were about to say something you were- 

-abruptly awoken out of your slumber. You jolt awake, looking around in alarm. Dabi held your shoulders in worry, his turquoise eyes holding no recollection of the past argument.  

“Doll? What’s wrong, Babygirl?” Dabi cooed, pressing his knuckle below your eye, catching your tears. You flinch back from his touch. His eyes widen, and he pulls away.  

“S-sweetheart...” he murmured, his gorgeous orbs moving to the floor. You stare at him, tears still streaming down your face. He moved his eyes to focus on yours. “Baby what happened? Please tell me... I’m worried.” Dabi murmured.  

You shook with sobs as you stared at your beloved. His perfectly framed face held no hint of the malice it had before. His eyes were full of concern, love, and even hurt from your flinching 

“I-I had a nightmare.” You whisper, slowly melting into his touch. 

“A nightmare?” Dabi whispered, slowly brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

You nod, whimpering ever so softly. Your heart ached at the vivid images of your nasty argument, physical abuse, and break up.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dabi whispered, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, holding your jaw gently, stroking your soft skin. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  

“I- I...” tears slipped down your cheeks. Dabi’s calloused thumbs caught them, wiping them away. You take a deep breath. “C-can you hold me against your chest? I-I don’t want you to look at me...”  

Dabi gently pulled you to his chest the second you asked him to; you didn’t even have to finish your request. He caressed your head, cheeks, shoulders and arms, whispering sweet things to you and kissing your forehead. “Of course, Babygirl. Take your time.”  

After a few minutes you take a deep breath before slowing replaying your traumatizing nightmare. Dabi slightly stiffened but didn’t interrupt. As you re-laid how your argument progressed and how he ended up burning you, his grip tightened, cradling you to his chest as his jaw clenched in fury.  

Yes, he knows that it was a nightmare. And yes, he knew that he didn’t actually do it- and that he would never hurt you like that.  

But he couldn’t help but be angry at himself. Angry that he theoretically hurt you, that you were crying because of it. 

He was silent as you finished your account. As you finished, he gave the both of you time to process your words. After a few minutes, he gently titlted your chin up, staring into your gorgeous eyes, the windows to your soul. He caressed your cheeks and jaw, his turquoise eyes filled with un-wilting love and endless affection.  

“Y/n, my love-” he whispered, pausing to let the words sink in. “-I will, and would never do that to you. I swear to you on my life, I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”  

His words were filled with unwavering confidence. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, kissing your tears away. “I would rather die than hurt you like that. Ever- for any reason.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with his calloused yet gentle hands.  

Your breath hitched in your throat at the obvious truth in his eyes, telling you that he was dead serious. After a few seconds tears ran down your cheeks yet again. You closed your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly; telling him that you were well enough for him to kiss you. 

Dabi slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. Dabi rarely kissed you so gently, taking his time to tell you how much he absolutely adored you. He kissed you until you gently pulled away, needing air.  

Smiling, Dabi leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you, so much; and trust me baby when I say: I am truly sorry.”  

You replied a few tender moments later. “For what?” Your voice was low and hoarse.  

“For making you cry... for making you feel so- however you’re feeling.”  

“Baby... you didn’t do anything...” you frown slightly, though his innocence was endearing.  

“But I’m a broken man... I could totally see me being so... destructive... you must have been worrying about that- or I don’t know... you deserve so much better, my sweet girl.”  

`“Baby, please don’t say that. You are not broken. You have been hurt, really hurt, but you aren’t broken. The mind is a funny thing, but I can assure you: you are exactly what I need and want. I love you, with all of my heart.”  

If Dabi physically could, he would be tearing up. He pulls you into another kiss, slowly stroking your hair. “I love you too... more than life itself.”

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[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - READER

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 I’m overthinking.

 I shouldn’t be but I am. 

 Remind me to never break up with you. Gosh, why would I freaking say that? Toji and I aren’t in a relationship. We agreed to get to know each other, and we have been doing that. So much. So damn well. 

 However, I fear that I may be falling for him quicker than I thought. 

 I knew this would happen. That damn Toji Fushiguro is good with his words. 

 His lips…

 His fingers…

 In just six weeks, Toji has shown me everything I’ve wanted in a partner and more.  

 I feel protected. Cared for. Desired… I can only imagine how my emotions would amplify once we have sex.

 If we do, that is. 

 Toji is very hell bent about us not sleeping together yet. And I know it has nothing to do with attraction because he pleases me in other ways.

 Phone sex. Fingering. Kissing me with such burning lust that has my pussy throbbing and aching for him. 

 I’m satisfied with his current pleasures, but I want more. 

 I’m left to believe that he doesn’t want to have sex with me because…

 He’s falling for you, too. 

 No. He can’t be. That would just be silly to think and setting myself up for failure. 

 Toji made it clear that he’s not interested in anything serious, yet here I am still being drawn to him. It seems like I can’t help myself. 

 The excitement that pumps through me when I’m around Toji is a feeling I never want to be without. 

 How does he expect me to? Not when he stands in front of me while we’re waiting to cross the street. Or how he randomly grabs on my ass or breasts like a perv to compliment me so sweetly. 

 Toji can claim he’s rough, emotionless, and drained from love, but how he is with me says otherwise. 

 Even earlier, how he placed the softest kiss on my lips to reassure my insecurities. All I remember feeling was the lightness in my soul, and heat that ran underneath my cheeks. 

 In another lifetime, I was in love with Toji Fushiguro. 

 I sound like a freaking cliché, I know. 

 But it’s true. 

 My dreams tell me, and the more I’m around him, it becomes more clear to me. 

 “Y/N, Y/N. You silly girl….” I sighed and muttered to myself, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.

 I’ve made it back to school on time with another five minutes to spare, so I’ve just been sitting in the parking lot and putting my mind through a frenzy.

 Before I forget, I pulled out my phone to text Toji:

I giggle because I can honestly see Toji doing that if he hadn’t heard from me.

Before I'm able to respond, he doubt texts me.

Am I that easy to read?

 

I smile to myself while Toji and I continue our banter through messages. I’m sure I look like a lovesick puppy right now with how I’m looking at my phone, but I don’t care.  

 Toji knows me. He really knows me, and it gives me the feeling of one hundred butterflies fluttering in my stomach. 

 And when I see him tonight, I’m not sure I can contain that feeling any longer. 

 After teaching my last class for the day, I made a beeline to Nanami’s office like he asked me to when I coincidentally saw him during lunch. Apparently he wants to talk about this teacher’s summit, and honestly, I’m going to try to find a way to back out. 

 I should chew him out for even submitting my name without my consent. Just because we’ve dated since my teaching career at the high school, and we went to the summit every year together, doesn’t mean that’s going to continue. This isn’t habitual, so it’s best for him to find a different teacher. 

 I’m sure any other teacher would love to go.

 But then again, Nanami doesn’t want any other teacher to go. 

 He wants me. And like Toji said, I shouldn’t put it past him that he simply submitted my name unknowingly just so we can be alone together for a weekend. 

 Nanami has been trying to get back with me for months. The last time we talked outside of school was the day he invited me out to brunch to try to convince me to give him another chance. With how he reacted when I suggested we could eventually be friends when I’m ready, I fear that Toji may be right. Though, I’m not here for his winning me back journey. 

 Two chances too many, so unfortunately, the Y/N and Nanami ship has sailed. As far as my concern, Toji is the only man I’m interested in.

 PRINCIPAL NANAMI KENTO. The large words engraved on the golden office door sign stares back at me. I take a deep breath before knocking to prepare myself for how this conversation is going to turn out.

 “Come in,” he answers. 

 I walked into the room to see a look that isn’t foreign to me. Disheveled blonde locks. Tight furrow between his brows. Black and gold frames hanging off his nose. Clouds sitting under his chocolate-colored eyes. And his suit jacket being off with rolled up sleeves to reveal those toned forearms. 

 He’s stressed. 

 I know he is. This is the look I saw him quite often whenever he came home from long nights after work or when I stayed waiting for him in his office. 

 Even when Nanami’s work has him all over the place, I would be lying if I said I didn’t find him most attractive like this. A man that appears to be perfect and organized sometimes has his breaking point when he falls under pressure. 

 “You wanted to see me, Principal Nanami?” It’s like hearing my voice was the only thing that managed to tear his eyes away from the computer. The furrow and concentration that was on his face relaxes and softens when looking at me. 

 Life came back into those brown hues that I used to love, and any other day, they probably would’ve made me fold.

 He clears his throat and runs his fingers through his locks. “Uhm, yes. Take a seat. It won’t be long.”

 “If it can’t? I do have somewhere to be?” Not really, however, anywhere but here will do.

 “Of course,” he responds with a nod. “The teacher summit-”

 “I don’t want to go.”

 “Why not?”

 “Because I’ve been going for the past five years. Are there no other teachers available?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

 He tilts his head, confused. “I thought you enjoyed going?”

 “Used to. Not anymore.” 

 “What changed?” 

 “Principal Nanami, is there a reason why we’re going back and forth about this?” My tone is clipped and I fist my hands in my lap. Does he not understand that the teacher summit is volunteered based? I did not volunteer myself. 

 Maybe I could understand if I offered to go, then pulled out after doing so, but that wasn’t the case.

 He folds his hand on the desk. “I’m just trying to understand what the issue is, Miss L/N.”

 “The issue is you submitting my name without asking me first. Some of us actually have life outside of work, you know?” I bit out. I realized my words were harsher than intended and a jab at Nanami. Biting down on my bottom lip, I looked away.. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

 “No… It’s true. Maybe if I had remembered I had a life outside of work, I wouldn’t be in this position.”

 “What position is that? Being a principal?”

 “No. Losing you,” he says, way too soft for my liking.

 I knew it. The gut feeling I had when Nanami asked me to meet him in his office when I saw him at the deli restaurant was true. This has nothing to do with that damn teacher’s summit and everything to do with him seeing me with Toji. 

 Annoyance pricks my skin at the thought of Nanami wasting my time with his jealous bullshit notion that he has about my love life. So I began gathering my belongings to leave his office. “We’re not doing this. Not here. Not ever.”

 He stands up to grab my wrist, but I snatch it away. “Y/N, wait.”

 I ignored his pleas to hear him out, however, the moment I turned my back to him and touched the doorknob, his response halted my movements.

 “A student’s father, Miss L/N?”

 I don’t know what angers me more. The accusatory tone in his voice or the fact that he’s questioning me about anything that pertains to my personal life. We’re not together, let alone friends.

 Where did he find this audacity?

 “You do not ask me to come into your office as your subordinate and question me about my love life!” I snapped, using my finger to emphasize my anger. “Who I date isn’t any of your damn business.”

 He crosses his arm and quips a brow. “It is if you’re dating one of my student’s parents.”

 “Show me in the conduct book where it says teachers fraternizing with parents are not permitted?” And of course he stands there with a blank face because there’s not one fraternization rule in our teacher’s conduct handle.

 I’m very aware of the risks I’m taking while seeing Toji. We both know. And I’m not sure if he’s planning on telling Megumi about us, but if that time comes, I’m sure we’ll talk about it.

 Until then, I’ll continue to see Toji as I please and I’ll be damned if my boss, who's also my ex, tries to ever question me about it again. 

 I glared at Nanami before shaking my head. “You’re so full of shit, Ken.”

 “Why him, Y/N? He doesn't look right for you,” he says.

 I scoff. “The nerve of you to say what looks right for me considering I’m still mending pieces of a heart you broke.” Regret shows on Nanami’s face, but I finish speaking before giving him the chance to respond. “If it’s not pertaining to work or actually about the teacher’s summit, don’t utter a word to me. The offer of a friendship is off the table, too.”

 “Y/N, I’m–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” his voice drifts off, finding words to say.

 With my hand returning to the door, I look over my shoulder to acknowledge his apology. “But you did.” Is all I say before walking out.

 Friday nights are always my favorite nights of the week. No grading papers. No parents fussing to me about why their kid is failing my class. Just me, a hot shower, and a glass of wine to keep me company. 

 For now, that is. 

 Toji should be here in a couple of minutes if work doesn’t keep him too late, and I couldn’t be more excited yet nervous to see him. 

 He said he wanted to talk about earlier and that can be taken as something good or bad. But when we messaged each other throughout the day or he called me on his break, he didn’t seem like his mood changed.

 Though, Toji Fushiguro is sometimes a hard man to read. However, if he told me not to overthink it, then I won’t. 

 Last thing I need is to be stressed about two men that’s in my life. 

 After the heated conversation I had with Nanami today, I think it’s officially time to wipe my hands of him. 

 I’ve known him for five years, and not once have I ever seen him act the way he did today. The unnecessary animosity toward Toji during lunch and his he’s not right for you comment, really struck a nerve that’s still lingering on my skin. 

 I felt myself being protective of Toji because he’s been around judgmental assholes all his life, and I'd be damned if my ex joins that list. 

 No one knows what’s best for me except me, so if I want to have Toji in my life, then that’s my decision. Certainly not Nanami’s.

 Besides, Toji has been nothing but good to me these past six weeks, and it’ll only get better from here if he allows it. I’m hoping after tonight it’ll start. 

 I know he said we were going to talk, but I’ve also decided it’s time for me to be open with my feelings. Am I in love with Toji? No. Do I want something more than casual? With him, absolutely.

 It hasn’t even been a year since my last relationship, and I genuinely meant what I said about not being ready for a new one. But leaving someone who didn’t make you happy anymore for someone who does will have you this way. 

 That’s how I feel around Toji. 

 Happy. 

 How nervous and giggly I get around that man needs to be investigated. 

 I just hope he feels the same way. And God, I hope he fucks me tonight, too. 

 It’s been months since I last had sex. Toys aren’t pleasing me as much anymore, and being around Toji doesn’t make it any better. I’ll never get over how much he turns me on. Not when I know what his fingers can do. 

 I can only imagine how his dick would feel inside of me.

 And with that being said, a knock at the door pulls me from my sexual musings.  

 I tiptoed to look through my peephole to see it’s Toji as expected and nearly ripped the door open to throw my arms around his neck, similar to how I did earlier at lunch. 

 “Hey, sweets.” His deep, raspy voice permeates goosebumps along my skin. “Your scent…”

 I leaned back to look at him, fluttering my lashes. “You like it?”

 “Always.” 

 I smiled at Toji’s response before grabbing his hand to pull him inside of my apartment and locking the door behind us. 

 While doing so, Toji snatches me back into his embrace. 

 “Think you forgot something,” he says. I’m confused until he digs his fingers into my cheeks to suck on my lips and kiss me. 

 My body relaxes into his embrace, giving me the similar feeling to when I’m at home and I pleasurably sigh. However, that quickly turns into a moan upon feeling his hand gliding down my ass to grip. 

 He fervently sucks on my tongue and pulls me closer to his body, allowing me to feel his clothed groin pressing against my lower stomach. 

 I feel bold. Horny. Eager. So I dropped a hand between us to rub on his cock, causing him to groan. 

 A small whimper escapes my mouth at his thick length, and I would do anything to have Toji down my throat and deep in my pussy. 

 “What the fuck are you doing to me, sweets?” He growls. “And you’re wearing these tiny shorts?” 

 I smirk. “Just making myself comfortable.”

 “I see that.” He pecks my mouth a few more times, then releases me to slap my butt and follow me into the living room. “Mind if I shower first? Don’t want my club musk to get on you.”

 “You still smell good to me, but yes,” I answered. “You want to watch a movie tonight? I can make us some snacks.”

 He kisses my check. “Sounds good to me. I won’t take long.” 

 “You see why I wanted to fucking punch him?” 

 After Toji got out of the shower, we sat in the living room and told each other how our day went. 

 It’s not like I intended to tell Toji about my conversation with Nanami. But considering how it happened toward the end of my work day and still bothered me, it was hard to keep from him. Especially when he reads me so well. 

 Though, seeing Toji mad on my behalf turns me on more than I expected. 

 “Punching him wouldn’t solve anything,” I said through a giggle. “And besides, I think I made my point, so there shouldn't be any more issues after today.” 

 “You’re too positive about men, sweets. If a man really wants you, he won’t stop until you’re his or in a relationship with someone else,” he explains. “Even that’s a reach. Hell, I know for me, at least.”

 I feigned a smile while raising my brows. “You don’t say?”

 He shrugs. “Just saying.” 

 “Hm, so why are you mad that he’s being persistent?”

 “Because he’s fucking with what’s m-” He stops short of his sentence to catch the word that almost slipped out. 

 Mine. He was going to say I’m his. 

 Tell me. Tell me so I can officially have a reason to reject every man that even thinks of breathing in my direction.

 Just waiting for Toji to speak has my heart pounding out my chest. And him looking away from me only has me more eager. 

 I’m patient when it comes to Toji expressing himself. I feel honored that he feels comfortable talking to me about anything. But right now, I need to hear those words coming out of his mouth. 

 For me. 

 I want to be a little selfish for once. So I straddled his lap and softly turned his face to look at me. He seems satisfied with my actions based on his hand gravitating to the small of my back, and the other being placed on my hip.

 Toji rubs small circles around my flesh, and I’m convinced it’s to ease his nerves as opposed to mine. 

 “Talk to me, big guy. Because I’m what?” I ask with tenderness. 

 “We’re supposed to be casual.”

 “We are… but… there’s nothing casual about how I feel,” I counter. Although I enjoy how his hand feels, gripping my hip, I take it to place it against my heart. “Does this feel casual to you?”

 “Y/N-”

 “And I can feel yours, too. Why are you nervous?”

 I melt a little inside seeing how a soft pink color flushes under Toji’s face that spreads to the tips of his ears. It’s almost humbling seeing him this way, letting his walls down just for me. 

 “I’m not easy,” he admits. 

 “Okay.”

 “I’m grumpy as shit, and have a shitty attitude about life.” 

 I place my hands on the sides of his neck to massage reassurance onto his flesh. “Okay.”

 “I’m possessive. Jealous. I don’t like sharing.” He continues to list off the reasons to what I’m assuming he thinks are the reasons why he wouldn’t be a good partner. 

 “I don’t want to be shared nor do I like sharing, either.”

 “I don’t do soft sex.”

 My pussy was already wet for him the moment I saw him, but hearing that he fucks roughly has my arousal leaking through my panties. 

 I look at him through my lashes, rubbing his chest. “I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.”

 Both his hands are now on my hips, holding me tighter than before. “And what if I’m not everything you expected? Then what?”

 “You’re you, Toji,” I said. “That’s all I’m ever expecting.” And the moment I said those words, he crashed his lips onto mine to seal the deal. 

 Toji is rough with his kisses, overpowering my mouth and nipping on my lower lip until the smallest speck of blood is drawn. 

 His hands are impatient while moving desperately along my curves. One minute, teasing my breasts. The next, holding my ass to rub on his cock that’s pressed against my. 

 How he’s kissing me is different from all the other times. This is the Toji who kisses when driven by his sexual appetite. It’s almost too much to keep up with.

 I moan and whimper into his mouth, and roll my eyes back. God, I could come from this alone. 

 He tugs on my braids to pull my head back and expose my neck, which he sucks and bites around. Pleasure scatters across my body, causing my nipples to harden and pussy to further pool wetness. 

 “Toji, wait-”

 He grabs the back of my neck to force me to look at him. “Mine. You’re mine. No one else’s. Not that shitty ass ex or any other fucker that thinks he could even look your way.”

 “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Fushiguro?” I ask through a smirk. 

 “Will you?”

 Two overwhelming feelings hit me at once. A jolt of excitement in the depths of my stomach, along with wetness dripping between my thighs. 

 Six weeks. Six weeks is all it took for Toji to make me his. Even if he asked me sooner, my answer would have still been, 

  “Yes.” 

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thirteen chapters later and they are official. you know what that means, right? it's time for a break, hehe. see y'all in a few weeks! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ♡

[sillygoosealert]

Could you please do a follow up to the post you did of Bi-Han yelling at you making you flinch and cry where after Bi-Han made you cry you decide to completely ignore him where you don't talk to him or make eye contact, you leave the room whenever he enters the room, you don't cook for him anymore, don't take baths with him or give him massages and you even start to sleep in separate bedrooms for several weeks now. Bi-Han immediately recognizes that he fucked up bad by getting mad at you when you were only trying to help him so he corners you before you leave the bedroom and tries to forcefully get you to notice by saying something to him even if it's to say hurtful things to him which you don't even do so then he tries to kiss you but you turn your head and even try to push him away from you aggressively and slaps him hard across the face which stuns him long enough for you to run out of the room. Bi-Han eventually comes to his senses and realizes that you don't love him anymore and he breaks down crying in his sleep until he feels the bed dip and arms wrapped around his body bringing his head to your chest where he continues to cry more constantly apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. I got inspired by an old episode of the Simpsons where Marge completely ignored Bart after discovering he got caught shoplifting and I wanted to see how you write the scenario since your writing is excellent.

You’re too kind Tehe

Ignoring Bi-Han and making HIM cry (^_-)☆ (how silly)

Thank you so much for the Specific request, it helps me a lot when thinking of how to put things into words <3 ^.^ (and for the compliment, I'll be giddy for weeks ♡)

I made you a nurse again, I’m sorry, it’s just instinct 😔

Also this one is longer than my other ones, so yahoo for me !!

Tw-mental stuff, crying, loneliness, rotting Bi-Han

Bi-Han has been even more stressed out ever since you’re breakdown- because you’ve made sure to take your help out of things. You don’t make him little snacks anymore, not that he ate them but he would eat about anything you touched right now. You don’t bathe with him, making sure he properly took care of himself despite his schedule. Now he starts to find little knots in his hair, and his skin doesn’t feel as nice or clean. His back is filled with knots and is chronically hurting without you offering to give him massages anymore. You don’t even look at him- he didn’t mean to yell, he just..well he didn’t know why he did it either.

He has trouble sleeping after you stopped sleeping in the same bed as him. Sometimes he uses your pillow instead of his because it feels more intimate- something that you would do. He just feels sad and tired, like how you felt. He wanted to fix everything with you when he had the time... He would even move all your stuff back to his room and make breaks so you could have time alone together. He would do a lot right now, but he’s too busy to tell you he misses you and wants you. He doesn’t have time to be the man you need, but he’ll try if that means you’ll stay in the same room with him.

He finds you walking into where Lin Kuei keeps the medical supplies, so he takes his chance to tell you how he misses you- and he wants to give you a genuine apology. But when he corners you you freak out. Telling him to leave you alone, that you don’t want to talk or be near him..? He didn’t do anything that bad, why won’t you just talk to him...

‘Leave me alone, we’re not together, there is nothing between us.’

‘Listen to reason, I beg of you to reconsider. I miss you. Please come back to our room…’ you don’t move, and you look docile enough to move towards. He cups your face, he didn’t realize he leaned in until you pushed him away and ran out of the room. Oh, okay..

This does not make him stop, as he continues to try to re-court you into a relationship. But he can’t, you won’t let him. He’s in his bathroom now, sobbing as he tries to recreate the bath you used to make for him. He knows you used bath salts, and some oil or something… but he doesn’t think it feels as relaxing compared as when you do it- nor does it smell as good. He finishes his bath and dresses in the pajamas you said would help him sleep better, this is the first time he’s tried them out. He wishes he listened to you better, they are quite nice.

He lays in his bed as he cries into your old pillow, it doesn’t smell like you anymore. It just smells like swear and tears- his sweat and tears. He curls into the fetal position and shakes hard, his breath is coming out in harsh, jagged, moments. He almost doesn’t hear the knock at the door, but it’s persistent and hard.

He wasn’t going to open the door until you asked him to, he didn’t want to make you reconsider your visit. He opens the door only slightly before going back to sitting on his bed. You walk in and close the door behind you.

‘You look a mess..’ you say this to lighten the mood, but also out of worry. You wipe away some tears and lean your head against his shoulder.

‘I’m not mad at you by the way…’ you whisper, then he breaks down again. He didn’t mean to, he never means to.

‘Shh..it’s okay..’ you’re laying down with him now, his head is held close to your chest. He knows he’s holding you tight, but he’s scared, he’s scared to let go.

He falls asleep like that, close to you. He missed you

[kiunlo]

I think about hair a lot when it comes to characters and how they express themselves over time (specifically in WoW). As someone who's gone from short as hell hair to long, thick curly hair (which I get from the Aboriginal side of my family, and which I am also in love with and ador the most of my appearance) I can appreciate and see the ways in which a character's change in hair length/style says a lot about their character growth, what they've been through, what emotions they're feeling etc.

Anduin being currently in a state where he's not quite stable, needs time to heal, is trying to find himself again or whatever has made him become a bit. well. unkempt in appearance. He has a patchy as hell beard coming in, he's covered in dirt and grime, and he's cut most of his hair off. An experience that I have personally had (tho without the patchy beard and covered in stupendous amounts of grime, though I was certainly dirty and in need of a shower). Like. practically if you can't even shower urself properly, taking care of ur hair IS a nightmare (again, personal experience) so the obvious option is the big chop. But it can also be something of a reset, emotionally or personality wise. Letting go of this part of you (your beautiful long hair that everyone compliments you on and wish they could have themselves and get mad at YOU when you chop it all off) and starting over sometimes can be necessary. I've done it many times over. I'm at this point in time where I'm trying HARD this time to continue growing my hair long as hell until it's down to my knees, and trying not to give up on it and cut it all off again. It's a big, long and arduous task of just…washing my hair, keeping it healthy…and waiting a long ass fucking time. But When you got depression not only do you not gaf but also it's too much time and effort. Thus, Anduin chopping his hair off.

But it can also be for more than just practicality or needing a reset on things. Sometimes it's a choice you make as a result of your actions. See, the time that Thrall went bald for a while then grew all his luscious hair back a few years later.

Thrall doesn't really seem to have a "canon" in-lore reason for why he'd full on shaved his head. I searched all over the place for proper answers and this is the best I found:

But since I'm a weird freak I'm gonna speculate that it could've been more than just a random hairstyle he chose one day. Chopping all your big beautiful hair is (usually) not a simple decision. I can imagine having long hair for most of Thrall's life would make removing all of it in one fell swoop a little bit daunting. But I can see him doing it as some sort of…perhaps spiritual choice? He probably felt he had failed Garrosh with how things turned out, and him shaving his head would've happened in the in-between of MoP and WoD when Garrosh's trial was happening or had just happened. Perhaps cutting off his hair was a symbolic choice for him, in some way. A way to display to himself and others that he's changed as a result of his failure. And when he felt he'd finally moved on from it all, he chose to grow his hair back.

I wonder if in the future, when Anduin is further along in his healing process, if he'll choose to grow his hair back in this similar way, or if he'll decide to keep it short. I'm eager to see how things continue. I know this was basically a big ass post about hair and maybe others don't see it as being a big deal but. Hair really is a big fucking deal sometimes so I'm chosing to believe it is that deep.

[brights-place]

Hi! It’s me again :3

If request are still open can I request another part of that My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s.

I love angst with all my heart but fluff and Nsfw are close second. And I may have become obsessed when reading it 👁️

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NTO INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! funfact about me I'm a person who is obssessed with zoology and fantasy... so I wanted to add courting rituals from creatures and connect them to the daemos guys TEEHEE. I’d also like to state if you are a minor and continue reading and Im getting blamed for it I am NOT your babysitter I cannot control what you do

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas Plus your lovely writer to rambling

A General headcannon I have is that well daemos are kinda like faes. Faery marriage is about unity of consciousnesses into one being. Full of romance and adventure and passionate love. So obviously they'd do the normal courting before you guys ya know Here's the thing though they are freaky they only thought it was to create heirs but here you were showing them you could do it without having to do procreation and they LOVE it DAEMOS MEN ARE FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Your not royalty you aren't suppose to be with a prince but god how addicted he is to you - royal or not he loves you even if he's shit at talking to you - It's already known if you TOUCH their horns they all get defensive plus you shouldn't touch your partners horns in public... So UHM IMAGINE THAT

- Literally Is trying to understand how to ya know make you feel nice cause all he know is that it's for procreation and to create a heir - But the way you told him it isn't needed for procreation - he was happy to know you'd show him how to do it but still had his scowl - The moment he tried out he was trying not to show his flustered face as he was heaving -  Asch is favorite part on your body is either your ass or your thighs - He likes being able to grope it and hold your shaking thighs during sex - He whimpers like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear - Does his best to keep it down when needed absently compliments your body as if talking to himself - Oh how he loves when your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt panting into your neck - Loves when at times you push your fingers into his fisting his cock as you stretched him so well

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Would you believe me if he's good with his fingers? because he IS - Rhys is a softer dom meaning he is sometimes rough and controlling but he won't hurt you or degrade you... though he does enjoy having power over you - He likes leaving hickeys on less visible spots like your inner thighs, breasts and stomach - He loves your stomach for some reason he enjoys it so much how he can feel himself and see himself inside you - Whenever Rhys sees your body covered in hickeys and love bites while you two are together to study do experiments etc. Rhys would instantly get turned on - He doesn't really have a type but people who are bigger or chubbier and shorter than him interest him more than others but everybody is shorter to daemos - This man when he he's busy would have you on his lap or his thigh riding him/dry humping him

- His favorite position is doggy style obviously though sometimes he loves seeing you sprawled out below him with your tongue out and eyes rolled back in pleasure as he hits that spot inside you every time he thrusts his hips - Would be surprised if you touch his horns when you two are kissing and making out - He doesn't like being sloppy or messy but holy shit when he's stressed you'll be in heaven and also hell because you aren't going to feel anything anymore

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- You like hair pulling? You got it. You like spanking? You also got it. Like choking? Guess what, you got it. He likes being rough but at the same time he's worried he'll hurt you - He likes fucking you doggy style, and choking you from behind the noises you make when he does it drives him wild for some reason - Though he tries not to hurt you...much - man doesn't moan he grunts and if he is close to making a noise he'd bite into your neck -  He enjoys bondage the first time he tried it with you he was quick to use his sord but explained it all to him and was awkward to try it out but gave a small thumbs but

- He is awkward at first but he enjoys how you both seem to find comfort in doing this together trysting eachother though his nails did dig deep into your hips - When he tried it on you enjoyed seeing you in it especially when their tied around your chest the way it makes them stand out more with red rope - WHEN YOU PUT IT ON HIM HE WAS CONFUSED but how he saw you were drooling at how his chest was popping and breaking the rope scared you but heyyyyy you guys now have to make sure to get stronger ones... he may or may not flexed when you asked if he still can move slighty and uhm the rope snapped loudly gave you whiplash - He's big... Very big... - Grip his horns and use them as you wish he’d wince in pleasure

- Of course after care is head pats and small kisses though he is concerned if he hurt you but at the same time he enjoyed how you were sniffling still as he watched your thighs have something drip between them as you panted - of COURSE he doesn't admit nor talk about it but he is majorly into size kink, he keeps thinking about manhandling you with his larger frame as he makes you go up and down on his cock

Leif Smut Headcannons

- He likes to bite, and because of his pointed teeth he will normally leave marks. They heal very quickly but he likes the look of them peppered across your skin. - Leafs favourite position is cowgirl you showed him what it was and he enjoyed the fact of you riding him - Leif drools at how your walls clench and unclench around him - Blood play is a thing for him - He likes seeing the pleasure of your face as you slide down onto him, the first experimental thrust and the moment you feel your orgasm claim you. - He likes to watch you touching yourself, especially from the shadows such a sweet assassin that seems to.. enjoy the way you look and react until you see him - He bites down on your roughly more when you touch his horns when you need to grab on something as he curses in his native tongue - You find out the leif is abit more... possessive during sex if he hasn’t killed anything in awhile bloodlust is soemthing he enjoys - His appetite for blood is huge but heres a thing he loves biting yes flashing his shark like teeth but his favourite part to bite is your tummy whether you're chubby or not he loves how soft it is, how soft you are in general. - Which means he also loves your thighs often laying his head on your thighs or stomach THIS INCLUDES EATING YOU OUT/SUCKING YOU OFF - Man will enjoy overstimulating you leaving marks and grinning like a maniac - Aftercare? whats that when you tell him he grumbled and cuddles you before he goes take care of you in the human way - when he's lazy though? nah just use magic though he enjoys when you kiss his cheek after and his horns too right after which makes him grin again... yeah no your fucked

Noi Smut headcannons

- "Noi is submissive noi is sweet" YEAH SURE BUT AT THE SAME TIME NAH I BET YOU THAT HE'D PAMPER YOU BEFORE AND ASK IF IT'S ALRIGHT BUT RIGHT AFTER HE GETS SO INTO IT THAT YOUR IN BLISS - I don't care if everyone babies him yes he's a good and complex character but OH SHIT HOW HE DOES EVERYTHING CORRECTLY - He'd be stiff at first not getting how to do human courting - Once he gets the hand of it he's kissing you pampering you and teasing your entrance with two of his slender fingers.  - He would finger fuck you slow and would grin at how your face shifts, and when you start making noises he would speed up - Loves how your eyes roll back and drooling Fav position that you showed him? well he loved missionary it's basic but thats the one he learnt first

- He would grab both your legs over his shoulders to start with while he looks at your fucked up face - Fav body parts is probs your man tits/boobs - The fact that they fit just right inside his hands is just perfect to him

- Aftercare he'd do it properly and smile at you happily thanking you for accepting his courting and being with him

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[freedomfireflies]

iFall for Harry pt. 5

Summary: Harry's got a proposition.

And you're not sure you're ready for it.

Word Count: 1.3k (SHE'S A BABY, I KNOW, BUT I GOTTA SET UP THE BIG STUFF)

(Previous parts to this series are down below at the end!)

So…what’s the appropriate, normal, non-creepy amount of time to wait after fucking your fist to the sound of somebody’s voice over the phone before texting them?

You grin to yourself when you see the text message slide down on your screen, your lip between your teeth as you click on his name.

Well, considering you could have a heart attack and keel over at any moment, I’d say the sooner the better.

How did I know you’d say that?

Cause I’m just so gosh darn charming.

Oh, is that what you are?

You seemed to think so when you were begging me to let you come.

…I wasn’t begging, I was just asking…really…nicely.

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

I sleep a lot better after that phone call.

Yeah?

Yeah. Except for the fact that I wake up hard as a fucking rock and leaking into my boxers, but…whatever.

Yum. I mean…yikes. Sounds painful. 

 Careful, Cheese Girl. Or I might just call you again.

And what would be so bad about that?

Well, for one, I quite literally don’t think there’s any fucking come left in my body.

…I don’t know if I needed to hear that.

Why? Have you fallen in love?

Oh, is that what this strange feeling in my chest is? Love? Huh, I thought it was heartburn.

Aww, are you saying your heart burns for me?

I’m saying you’re lucky your number isn’t blocked.

You’d never block me. You think about me too much.

Who says I think about you?

Do you?

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes glued to the screen as you contemplate a response.

You could lie to him. After all, he wouldn’t know the difference.

But…it would be a lie.

You do think about him. Far more than you care to admit.

The only problem…is that you don’t want to think about him.

After all, what would telling him even do? It’s not like anything could ever happen outside of the occasional phone sex.

You don’t even know the man.

But…what if you want to?

Yeah, I do. When it’s late at night and I can’t sleep.

A solid minute passes before he finally sends his response.

What did I just say? Are you trying to fucking kill me?

If you can survive a heart attack, you can survive this.

I would never survive you.

You’re not sure if this is meant to be a compliment or an insult…but your heart flutters, nonetheless.

Oops, sorry. Bad time? Are you in another meeting?

Nah. Out by the pool. 

That sounds nice. It’s fucking freezing here.

And where is here...exactly? If you don’t mind my asking.

Again, you hesitate. He could be a catfish…or a stalker…or just a fucking creep.

Or maybe he’s just curious. Maybe he wants to get to know you. And it’s not like you’d be telling him your exact address. Just…maybe a vague description of where you are in the country.

I’m guessing Los Angeles from your area code. 

And I only know that because I also have a Los Angeles area code. 

Which you can probably tell, so I don’t know why I said it.

And now I’m rambling, and you aren’t responding, and I think I freaked you out.

As the texts continue to roll in, you have to smirk, slightly relieved by how adorably flustered he is.

You can almost hear each response in his voice.

That sexy fucking voice.

Easy, Gramps. I lived in Los Angeles for a few years, but I’m in New York now.

Ah, the Big Apple. Nice. I like New York, but you’re right, it’s fucking freezing.

Do you come a lot? To New York I mean.

Uh huh. Sure, you did. And yes. To both.

Very nice. Any particular reason?

Well, sometimes it’s because I'm remembering that phone call. But other times it’s because I’m dreaming about that phone call. Either way, I’m just always thinking about you.

Your stomach flips.

I meant any particular reason you come to New York so often, you twat.

Oh, right. Yeah, I do a lot of business there. Or business-related things.

I see.

Suddenly, the chat goes quiet. Far too quiet, and as the minutes begin to tick by…you feel a strange tingle begin to crawl its way up the back of your throat.

And then—

“…hello?”

“Hi.” Harry. His voice. Breathless and seemingly rattled. “Sorry. I just…I figured if I didn’t call, I’d never say it? And I wanted to hear your reaction instead of just staring at those goddamn bubbles until I shit myself.”

A little surprised, you stand up from your desk and begin to pace toward the kitchen. “No, it’s fine. Are you…okay?”

“I’m…no. Yes, no. I’m fine.”

“…yes, no?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” he repeats. “Sorry. I’m…shit. This isn’t going how I wanted it to.”

Your eyebrows raise. 

“I…so, here’s the thing,” he tries again. “There’s a thing. And I know we…don’t know each other, so we don’t really do things…but there’s a thing. That maybe…could be a thing. Like, an us thing.”

“…Harry?”

“…yeah?”

“You’re rambling again.”

You hear him exhale a laugh before there’s a bit of noise and he clears his throat. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m…I do that. When I’m nervous.”

“I see. And why are you nervous?”

“’Cause of…the thing.”

“Ah.” You nod, despite the fact that he can’t see you. “Well…why don’t you tell me what this thing is.”

“Right.” More noise. “So…the thing. I’m…gonna be in New York this week.”

He goes quiet then, as if giving you time to process what he’s saying.

What he’s implying.

“Oh,” you breathe, the realization weighing heavy on your chest. 

“Yeah.” Another beat. “Look, I don’t…I’m not expecting us to meet. I don’t…that’s weird, I know. But…fuck, honestly? All I keep thinking about…is asking you. And I know it’s fucking weird. I know that but I had to ask you. ’Cause it would drive me nuts if I didn’t.”

A long stretch of silence passes between you as your mind begins to work overtime to create any sort of response.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now,” he adds after a moment, almost sounding embarrassed. “Or at all. I don’t…I really don’t expect anything, but…I’ll be in the city on Friday. And…if you do want to meet…I’ll be at Ellen’s Stardust Diner. At twelve. You could…I don’t know, peek in? See if I look…worth your time? I don’t know. I’m…shit, sorry. I thought this would go better.”

“No, I—” Your eyes squeeze shut. “I’ll…I’ll think about it.”

“Really?” He clears his throat again. “Fuck, sorry. I’m cool. Uh…really. Interesting. Okay, got it. Good to know.”

You smile to yourself as you lean against your kitchen island. “Oh yeah, you are so cool.”

“The coolest—hey, look, I’ve…I’ve gotta go,” he sighs, and for some reason, you feel your heart sink. “I know I keep doing that, and I swear I didn’t mean to drop this on you and then disappear, I’ve just…I’ve…”

“More meetings?” you guess, and you hear him take another breath.

“Yeah. S’always more fucking meetings, and more fucking shit I’m apparently doing wrong.” 

Your expression softens. “I see. Well…good luck.”

“Thanks.” A beat. “So…you’ll think about it?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“’Cause you can tell me if I’m just too attractive for you to actually meet. I’ll believe you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would.”

“Good,” he chuckles. “Okay, I really do have to go now.”

“Hey, I’m just waiting for you to hang up.”

“Honestly, it might be easier if you hang up first. I don’t really think I have the strength to hang up on you.”

There he fucking goes again. 

You tug your lip between your teeth. “Bye, Harry.”

“Yeah…bye, Cheese Girl. Maybe see you Friday.”

You grin.

“Yeah. Maybe see you Friday.”

Next part! ~ iFall for Harry pt. 6

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With Reckless Choices - Leona Kingscholar x Reader Pt 3

I personally love this one for the vibes I got when writing. I freaking love this song. And yes, I've used it before for inspiration.

Premise: Another date, but someone ends up showing their hand.

Words: 2,272

Music Inspirations: Hurricane - Panic! At the Disco

~~~Gambits Lost~~~

               Music and merriment fill the bustling city. Joy permeates every street as the citizens celebrate Topsy-Turvy Fest. Hopeful entrepreneurs show off wares to excited tourists while the mouth-watering scent of signature food calls to anyone in the area. Most intriguing, however, are the shows scattered across the town to entertain. Thus far I’ve been witness to magicless magic shows, a story told by eccentric puppets, unusual juggling, and even a contest for the ugliest mask. The music sings like sirens though, an amassing crowd drawing me by my curiosity.

               A troupe of performers have taken over the street, gathering more on-lookers as the tune continues. Some members of the ensemble coax passers-by to join in the frivolity regardless of their dancing prowess.

               Then a hand takes mine. That sweet, pure smile behind the mask lures me in, hoping to add me to the fun. Apprehension fills my chest but as she integrates me into the mass, I find myself compliant. It doesn’t take long to lose myself in the music and just be part of the crowd.

               A pair of hands finds my waist, instantly matching my rhythm. Citrus spice immediately invades my lungs like a drug and I can’t fight the smile biting at my lips.

               “Imagine if you picked the wrong fool in the crowd,” I muse.

               His voice, low enough for only me, sends a buzz through my brain. “Oh I would never mistake anyone else for my fool.” A twirl brings my full attention to him. Gold glitters in the light, unable to mute those unmistakable eyes. “I could pick you out of a crowd with any one of my senses.”

               Goosebumps trace my spine. “You say as if you’ve actually tasted me.”

               His teeth gleam. “Wanna test that theory?”

               “You want to taste a crowd of people?”

               “I wanna taste you.” Across his lip slips his tongue to make his point.

               It’s been just over six months since this little affair began and he’s still vying for that kiss. Tales of the prince’s unrivaled laziness have certainly reached my ears, so I’m very impressed he’s still putting in the effort. And he really is. Not every date has been unique or magical, but each of them has been truly enjoyable. I’m always amazed by the little things he incorporates into each meeting, be it a flavor I mentioned liking or something I hadn’t tried before. I can’t say I’m entirely convinced his motives have changed, but he’s certainly doing his best to run away with my heart.

               I tap a finger against his lower lip. “Nice try.”

               Harlequin eyes roll, having long since learned it’s not that easy.

               Together, we sway. “I have to say, you may have outdone yourself. How did you come up with this one?”

               “Ruggie gloated about attending the festival when he came last year. Said it was one of the most exciting events of his life. Very impressed by the cuisine.”

               “Is he the food-motivated hyena? Blonde. Sneaky. Kind of cute?”

               An ear flickers. “Wanna try that again?”

               “No. He is cute,” I scoff. My eyes narrow with my grin. “Don’t tell me you’re insecure now? Someone so handsome and charming as you? Surely not my clever kitty.”

               “Yeah right.”

               “Then what? I’m not allowed to compliment others?”

               “No. Those eyes are for me.” Pulling me flush against him, Leona leans in so I see nothing but the striking green depth of his greed. “Everything you do I want to be about me. I want every dream to be about me, for every thought to be filled with me.” He pulls back, wearing another smirk. “For every smile to be because I made you happy.”

               Those last words steal the breath from my lungs, though he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, Leona continues indulging in the music with me in this moment.

               Another turn guides me towards the edge of the crowd and, when the song ends, Leona and I slip away into the beautiful streets of Fluer City at the height of its celebrated Topsy-Turvy festival. No other event could be this perfect for us; there are no stares, no gossip, no cameras—no fears when no one knows who’s behind the mask.

               Together, we enjoy the festival, taking in the music and sights. Before long, an amazing mix of red, blue, and purple paint the sky, encouraging the golden lanterns to light the streets. Though some people have only just begun to celebrate, many are beginning to pack up and turn in.

               Then the most alluring smell ensnares me as we walk by. Warm sweets have been tempting all day and, while I’ve done well resisting thus far, those cinnamon rolls are taunting me. Beginning to pack away her little stand, a woman is busy boxing up what treats she didn’t manage to sell.

               A deep chuckle burns in my ears and, a moment later, my date approaches the woman.

               “Mind if I take a few more off yer hands before you go?”

               “Oh of course. Less for me to take back if you do,” she hums.

               Leona takes a box in exchange for a bill. “Thanks.”

               Her eyes widen as she digs through her till. “Oh, just let me—”

               “Don’t worry about it.” His hand dismisses her action. “I hate carrying the small stuff.”

               He leaves her stunned, so full of himself as he returns to me. Even so, I can’t stop smiling.

               “How very kind of you,” I say, full of sarcasm.

               “What? I didn’t lie. Carrying change around gets annoying.” Our path leads towards the city outskirts.

               “Well I also meant the cinnamon rolls.”

               “What, you think I got these for you?” The box is suddenly out of reach. “Nah, these are for me.”

               “Oh really.”

               “I paid for them.”

               “Fine. Keep your cinnamon rolls. I’ll just go—”

               Before I can walk back, he snags my arm. “Alright alright. Don’t be stupid. You can have one.”

               “Well if you insist.”

               Just as I reach for the box, again it’s whisked away. “For a kiss.”

               That devious grin of his isn’t serious, but I’m not surprised by his choice of collateral.

               “Is that all?”

               “I mean—”

               Quickly, I lean in, pressing a chaste peck against his cheek. Caught off guard, Leona goes rigid and is too distracted to notice my hands sneak around the box. And then I bolt, sweets in my sweet possession.

               “Hey!”

               Just outside the city, I veer off the path towards the trees. This is when my lion catches up, arms thrown around me. But rather than pull me to a stop, we both end up going down. At least the box makes it out intact, having fallen from my hands alongside his mask. I, on the other hand, am squished even as I laugh.

               “Get off of me!”

               His strong grip rolls me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head as he holds me down. The mask on my face is taken away by his free hand, exposing me to the full effect of that handsome, smarmy face.

               “A smart mage would’ve used their portal magic.”

               “What fun would that be?”

               “Well then, what punishment should we give thieves tonight?” A finger traces my face.

               “You mean being tackled to the ground wasn’t retribution enough?”

               “No, that was your punishment for running.” Heat bleeds across my face—clawing at my spine—at his nose brushing against mine. "So what am I gonna do with you?"

               In a rather childish moment, I stick my tongue out. It only makes my situation worse.

               His grin comes with malice. “Don’t stick it out unless you wanna share it.”

               My lips purse, not willing to test him.

               Triumphant, Leona frees his captive and sits, reaching for the box. One of the sweets loses a bite, but he looks pleased with himself.

               Even as I sit up, I’m still waiting. “That’s it? You’re not going to punish me?”

               “Oh I am.” He takes another bite. “These are mine.”

               My jaw drops, despite the smile sneaking up on me. “You are such a child.”

               Past his mouthful of food, Leona exposes his tongue. It’s a test. Instead, I scrunch my nose at him and look away from my tormentor. The sulking doesn’t last; warm arms pull me against him with a laugh. Even I emit a little giggle, leaning against him. Comfort has never come so easy before.

               “So did I win any points today?” he hums.

               “Perhaps. The city is beautiful and the festival certainly has been enjoyable.” My mask turns in my grasp. “It’s a relief not to have to worry about being seen for once.”

               “Mm, I thought you might like that.”

               “Even if we weren’t doing things we shouldn’t, it’s nice not being gawked at and skirted at every opportunity.”

               “Would you rather screaming fans rush to mob you?”

               “I’d rather be ignored.”

               “Fair.”

               “A bit like we were, dancing in the crowd.” I set the mask aside, turning my gaze to the new born stars in the twilight sky. “Overall, I’d say this is my favorite date so far. But admittedly, I’m getting a little peckish.”

               A new pastry in hand, Leona makes a show of taking another bite. “Oh? What a shame.”

               I huff, but laughter rumbles against my back while his head bumps against mine. Ultimately, a taste of that sweet treat is offered by his hand, of which I happily indulge. Embarrassment floods into my ears when he drags a thumb across my cheek, licking the frosting from his finger. It’s such a silly, simple gesture, yet it has me enamored, all the while I bask in his embrace.

               I’ve always clung to this ridiculous notion that Leona hasn’t won yet—that I still had an out. It doesn’t matter that he managed to get me to do this in the first place or that we’re still doing it, I kept telling myself no line had been crossed. But right now, as I stare at this haughty cat, beneath the sunset, sharing treats, and goofing around, I think it’s time to admit it. He’s the highlight of my life. I’m always looking forward to our conversations. Then moments like this, he shows me that he’s really paying attention and that he’s willing to take the time to do something for me, despite his lazy reputation. There’s no denying that he’s got his claws deep into my heart.

               He’s won.

               “Hey, Leo,” I murmur, voice soft and brittle.

               With a questioning glance, he looks to me.

               And I close the gap.

               Fear floods my veins. This is the thing he’s wanted from the beginning. It was my trump card and the one that assured he stuck around. There’s no telling what will happen once this is over.

               That fear quickly gives way to greed. His lips are warm and soft, the remnant taste of cinnamon fresh and encouraging. Fingers dive into that wild mane, desperate to eliminate the space that doesn’t exist between us. It’s like tasting water after years of drought and I may never be satiated again.

               This new craving only intensifies once those rough hands pull me closer, clinging to my body as if I might evaporate in his grasp. His hunger nearly consumes my own, his mouth eager to take everything he can get. At this point, I might just give everything I have. No one has ever wanted me the way Leona does. His attention and desire are all for me. I am the only thing he sees and I would do everything a thousand times over just to drown in his lust. Sure, it might all be for some petty points, but for the first time in a long time, I feel something other than emptiness.

               A little lightheaded and a little overwhelmed, my lips drop from his. This does not deter him in the slightest. Instead, the man presses his ravenous mouth against my neck. That tongue utterly frazzles my mind, causing my shoulder to reactively jump and force him off.

               His apology comes in a breathy baritone. “Sorry.”

               Finally, he pulls back enough to show me those eyes I admire. Between us, heavy breath mingles. The thumping against my chest fuels the thrill, though I’m not sure whether it belongs to my heart or his.

               Adrenaline begins to subside, giving way to bitter thoughts. Even so, I smile, brushing the bangs from his face.

               “I never had a chance.”

               His elations purrs in his voice. “Glad you finally understand.”

               “So should I expect a warning before you expose me?” I stand, brushing down my clothes. “Or would it be better if I take a head start and disappear now?”

               Brunette brows furrow as he joins me on his feet. “What are you talking about?”

               Thorny words scrape my throat. “You got what you wanted, so this is the end, right?”

               He appears insulted at my insinuation. “You kiss me like that and you think we’re done?” It’s my turn to be confused, our foreheads meeting by the grace of his hand. “Not a chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

               That simple statement shatters everything. I so quickly built a shoddy barrier to prepare for the break and he tore it down, not to leave me in ruins, but to hold on.

               Heart fit to burst, I lunge. His laugh fills my ears like a hymn. Even just the way he holds me, as if I’m precious yet fleeting, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

               Loneliness will have to wait for my company a while longer.

~~~~~

Part 4

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[all-pacas]

house live-ish blogging: occam's razor (time to be unbearable about my faves)

this definitely is one of the sillier openings right. the "rough and wild sex" thing. it's so funny how this was like. pre hbo got era, that this show was Edgy and Adult for this shit

another episode where cameron is on the whiteboard

house makes fun of cameron briefly and there's this long "can you believe this" look between her and chase. what does it mean (besides they are friends)

every now and then chase loses his patience or gets exasperated or something and just. says Wild Shit. "i get stupid when i'm scared," apologizes the patient's girlfriend. "don't go rockclimbing," he advises her. it's a very consistent trait of his, particularly when he's annoyed; the show doesn't play his little remarks as punchlines, but it is definitely snark.

i bet cameron and chase both lie awake cringing about this episode post-divorce lmao (i bet they also lay awake remembering this episode during their relationship eyooo 😏)

foreman once again being the main character, taking charge in a differential and writing on the whiteboard. house even compliments him for reading a textbook! sincerely!

chase glances over at cameron when house compliments foreman and i cannot tell if it's chase thinking about her naked again or trying to commiserate about no longer being dad's favorite. either way.

foreman continuing to be the main character by doubting house and roping the other two into pulling all-nighters with him. honestly, it's a shame we lost this -- foreman never stops challenging house, but the first few episodes really set up a dynamic that's more… oppositional, more of a rivalry. foreman is often right, often just as smart as house, just as much of a leader as house. i can easily imagine a version of the show where they were presented as equals and rivals.

i hope at the camchase wedding foreman made a long speech about the time chase insisted he didn't want to jump cameron when he clearly did, and how cameron spend the rest of the week sexually harassing him about it

…that said foreman is such an instigator lmao. chase is staring at cameron and having Impure Thoughts, but he showed no intention of acting on it - when they do interact he's pretty normal - but foreman goes to cameron and tells her all about it, and that makes cameron start sexually harassing chase, and i hope foreman remembers his mistake during fwb era and regrets his poor choices

what was cameron's endgame if foreman hadn't walked in just then btw. would she have grabbed chase's ass or what

camchase i could never hate you. dumb slut / horny freak solidarity 😌

there's a scene in the script where the kids are prepping the patient for surgery and cameron talks to chase and confirms she's attracted to him (and also says she has no interest in dating him / we can rise above our stupid base instincts), and i -

CHASE: I don't want to jump you, you know. CAMERON: Yes, you do. CHASE: No, really — CAMERON: House is right. We're animals. We want to procreate, we want healthy offspring, so we want to jump beautiful people. You want to jump me. I want to jump you. CHASE: You do? CAMERON: ['House is an idiot'] House is wrong. We're not animals. Just because we want something doesn't make it okay. I want to scratch your eyes out when you look at me like that, but I keep it to myself. We're capable of rising above our nature; capable of not spending all day jumping every beautiful thing we see. CHASE: …You want to jump me? CAMERON: It's not going to happen. So stop looking at me like that.

i really love this scene, i'm not kidding. it's really good. it ties in exactly to cameron in s2, in spin, talking about how she fell in love and didn't act on it because she keeps herself in control, she can control her actions if not her desires. it's something she does a lot, deprive herself, avoid: she quits later in s1 to avoid being vulnerable, she refuses to date chase in s3 to avoid the same. it ties in to fucking hunting, and cameron and the patient arguing about this same thing: doing what you want versus what is expected and right and proper. cameron trying to live for once — for the only time — in the moment, and what does she do? when she's acting on her desires instead of her control? she fucks chase.

i'm not trying to make a point like cameron has always wanted him, always liked him (although this scene and hunting and s6's lockdown retcon where she explains her actions do make a compelling case), it's just. this is cameron. she's so fucking repressed. she never lets herself do what she wants. she never lets herself want.

it's also fun because it explains why chase shoots his shot at the end of the episode lol. "you want to jump me 🥺"