#I'm just now noticing I fucked up the arm anatomy

[whirlwindwonderland]

Scrolling through the Slay the Princess tag, I saw @bubblybloob's Fae Princess route idea and I thought it was real neat, so I decided to doodle up a fake screencap to try and mimic the game style. Good way to kill a morning!

[oculusxcaro]

Very small (and ugly!) doodle of Khare's left arm when it's time to see to the eyes and teeth. BE WARNED before clicking, it IS body horror so please don't look if you are squeamish and multiple eyes aren't your jam!!!

The appearance of eyes and teeth are randomized each regrowth period as well as how numerous they are. Without weekly scraping, her arm scar will amass quite a number of both, making it an essential task every two to three days.

The regrown arm is a few shades paler from her original skin colour as well as has no freckles. The last two digits have slight webbing and no fingernails, something that is easily overlooked by many people but not to observant onlookers.

Scar tissue is very tough, even rubbery. It's quite unpleasant to touch really, but she's sensitive to it.

The regrown arm is stronger than her original arm was but due to the hasty regenerative process, it's more fragile as well. A significant yank could outright dislodge the arm, turning it back into a stump.

It's not recommended to remove the arm. It will still be functional even without brain signals sending messages to it and if it looks unpleasant on the outside, just know it's much worse inside.

[junkissed]

midnight cravings

member — minghao x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.7k synopsis — what better way is there to get a good night's rest than having minghao fuck you to sleep? warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, praise, nicknames (baby, honey, good girl), established relationship notes — june onlyhuis posting 2 days in a row... unheard of ! i was gonna wait a bit longer to post this but a) am impatient and b) i still feel bad about disappearing off the face of the earth for so long so i’m making up for it <3 pls feel free to reblog/comment/send an ask if you liked this!! i'm really trying to get back into writing again and any feedback helps me a ton :) enjoy!

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it's not often that you wake up in the middle of the night feeling restless.

sometimes it's because you desperately need a drink of water, and sometimes it's because you need to pee. sometimes it's because you had a nightmare that startles you so bad, you just need to lie awake for a second to calm yourself down.

but sometimes it's for a different reason. sometimes, you have a dream that's so good, you can't stop thinking about it when you wake up. thinking about… minghao.

rolling onto your side, you watch him, eyes still adjusting to the darkness as you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs. 

as you start to wake up you notice the way his long hair falls across his face. his barely audible snores fill the room, the sound much too peaceful for the thoughts you're currently having.

you inhale quietly, hesitating as you debate your next move. finally you decide to reach out, tapping his shoulder as lightly as you can.

“hao?” you whisper, pushing the sheets down to your waist. seconds turn into minutes as you wait for a reply, but the snores continue.

you tap his arm again, almost holding your breath.

the snoring stops, so you whisper his name a little louder, hoping to wake him up gradually and not startle him. “minghao?”

there's a mumbled noise, then finally a “hmm?” as he lifts his head off the pillow.

you don't reply, not knowing quite how to reply, so he breathes out slowly and starts to shake himself away from sleep. “what time is it?”

“late,” you tell him hesitantly, voice hushed.

he squints his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. “why're you up?”

you pause for a moment. “had a dream.”

“good one or bad one?”

you feel your cheeks burn, but it still doesn't compare to the heat building in the pit of your stomach. “good. really good.”

he hums with a little chuckle. he knows exactly what you want now, but he never lets you off easy. “and what do you need me for?” he asks.

you try to hold back a whimper, knowing you're gonna have to use your words if you want something. “fuck me back to sleep, hao, will you? please?”

your hand slips beneath the sheets, gently resting on his thigh before trailing over the waistband of his silk pajama pants. before you even touch him you know he's already starting to get hard, just from the sigh he lets out at the warmth of your palm against his leg.

“is that what you need, baby?” he asks, his voice breathy and deep from sleep. “need me to take care of you?”

you squeeze your thighs together impatiently. “please?” you ask again. you move your hand against his bulge, feeling his hips push up against you.

minghao groans, his hand on top of yours pressing into his cock. “roll onto your side,” he says, the words gentle but commanding.

you move to face away from him as he pushes up onto his elbows, leaning over your body and gently brushing your hair onto the pillow. “tell me about your dream,” he says, bending down to kiss your neck.

his lips are warm and distracting. “don't remember,” you sigh. “just thinking about you. always thinking about you.”

he hums against your neck and you can't help but smile. the action is so similar to what he'd do during the daytime, but at the same time so completely different. you love it when he's rough and hard and makes you feel like you're bursting at the seams, but you love the times like this too, whispers and spontaneous touches that feel almost like a dream.

his hand curls around your body, cold fingertips against your stomach making you shiver as they slowly move their way down between your legs and push your panties to the side.

“so wet already,” he whispers, running his finger between your folds. “have you been awake long?”

you gasp when he pushes into you, clenching around his index finger. “no,” you breathe out. “i woke you up as soon as i did.”

“you didn't even try to take care of it yourself?” he asks, and you can almost hear the proud grin in his words.

“knew you could do a better job,” you whine as he pushes another finger into your heat. “a-always take such good care of me, i just wanted you.”

“such a good girl for me,” he breathes out in agreement, and you hear him groan as he presses his bulge into the back of your thigh. “are you prepped enough or do you need more?”

“need your cock, hao, please?” you beg him, and reluctantly he pulls his fingers out of you but quickly replaces them with his cock.

it's completely dark in the room save for the moonlight shining through the window. but it doesn't take minghao long to position himself behind you, guiding his length between your legs with the practiced ease that could only come from knowing someone as long as you have.

“fuck… not gonna last long, honey,” he groans as he slides into you, gently holding your thighs apart.

he draws back out of you, pushing himself into you harder and harder with each snap of his hips. “don't need to, just don't stop,” you moan at the slow and rhythmic motion. “just make me cum.”

he leans over to kiss your temple, his body almost completely surrounding you under the covers. with his free hand he brushes your hair out of the way, cradling your head against his chest. 

you can tell he's more tired than usual because of the languid pace he's set, giving you slow, deep thrusts that make you feel so light, like you'd float away from the bed if it weren't for his arms wrapped around you. 

each stroke seems almost deeper than the last, and you swear you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock ingrained inside you.

he pauses for a beat, adjusting his hips to get a better angle. you gasp, back arching away from him as each thrust kisses you in the spot that makes your knees weak.

“right there—fuck! right there, please keep going,” you babble to him, balling your hands into fists and gripping your pillow as you struggle to find something to hold onto. 

he doesn't say anything in reply, concentrated on keeping his pace.

your walls throb with pleasure and you're sure he can feel it too, judging by the guttural moans he lets out each time he pulls out of you.  

“minghao, close, c-close!” you whimper, voice shaking as you try to warn him. it only takes a couple more deep thrusts before an orgasm overtakes you that blurs your vision with stars, and all you can do is gasp for breath as you shudder in his arms, clenching uncontrollably around his cock.

you release your grip on the pillow and move your hand onto his, squeezing him so tightly you think you might break him as you struggle to ride out the waves of pleasure.

he exhales sharply as his thrusts begin to get sloppier, and you know he's close, too.

“cum for me,” you plead, breathless whispers cutting through the dark. “wanna feel you.”

minghao curses and pushes his face into your neck, his hot breath making your skin prickle. the weight of his body atop yours has an almost calming effect as you recover from your orgasm, even as he continues to desperately thrust into you, chasing that last bit of pleasure.

within just a few more strokes he's coming undone and you feel your walls flood with warmth. he leaves open-mouthed kisses and moans across your shoulder, his entire body tensed against your back as he empties into you.

the moment seems to last forever until he finally loosens his grip around you, keeping his cock inside you as he breathes out slowly.

“feel better, baby?” he asks, gently kissing your cheek as he pushes your sweat-drenched hair out of the way once more. “just like your dream?”

you sigh, unable to hide the smile on your face. “perfect. better than the dream.”

“i love you,” he mumbles against your neck. “always so good for me. anything you need, darling, i'm all yours.”

your face warms and you don't reply, but you squeeze his hand again and he squeezes back.

after a moment you throw the covers off and exhale, mentally preparing yourself to get out of bed as minghao pulls out of you with a groan. you can feel his cum beginning to seep out so you force yourself up before it can get on the sheets, not wanting to clean up any more than you have to. 

your exhaustion hits you all at once, and you rush through clean up as fast as you can so you can finally relax. minghao follows you to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and handing you a cold washcloth once you're finished, seeming just as eager as you are to get back to sleep.

the second you're finished he tugs your hand back into the bedroom, both of you falling onto the bed. even with the overhead fan circulating cool air the room is much too warm to sleep with pajamas now, so you settle for just a clean pair of underwear before jumping under the covers again.

silence settles in quickly once you're both back in bed, lying on your side with minghao's arm draped across your waist. it's not long before he starts to snore again, but you barely stay awake long enough to hear it, the familiar sound lulling you back to sleep in no time at all.

it's not the first time you've woken him up in the middle of the night, and it certainly won't be the last.

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[kqiscr]

KINKT☆BER WEEK ONE! ー MICHAEL KAISER

MY EYES ARE UP HERE

a pretty angel like you would look better on his thigh

warnings: corruption, thigh riding, hints of degradation + praise, kaiser is a warning by himself, use of fem pet names/afab anatomy, i know zero german, i haven't wrote smut in a hot minute so give me a chance

w/c: 2.7k

i am not responsible for any minors who interact | not proofread. ktober mtl

"is there something wrong, mein liebling?" kaiser snapped his fingers in front of your face, his lips upturned in amusement as you jumped in surprise.

"huh? nothing's wrong," you quickly shook your head, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed.

not like it was your fault— he has to know about how distracting his gray sweatpants were. no matter where you tried to force your gaze, it always led back to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

although you've been dating kaiser for a few months now, things have never escalated past a few feathery touches as his fingers skimmed under your shirt while making out— or maybe a little grind from you here and there.

you wanted to see what he was hiding under that fabric, but you were too shy to. every time you would even remotely try to ask, it always led to your face heating up and you scurrying away, or you would drop the question last minute. he always teased you for being so "innocent".

he gave you a knowing look, obviously not believing your terribly said lie, but still reverted his attention back to the book he was reading.

knowing that he had the faintest idea of why you kept glancing his way, you decided to busy yourself on your phone— which also wasn't much help to distract you from how kaiser kept shuffling around, every movement making his dick print more prominent.

he had to be doing it on purpose at this point. every so often he would spread his legs a bit wider, place a hand on his thigh, and adjust his sweats. every single movement and rustle would cause you to peer at him through the corner of your eyes— not only in curiosity of what he was doing, but to see how the new angle would make the bulge look.

the more you thought about what was in his pants, the more you pressed your thighs together. your thoughts trailed off, the desperation of months of wanting him to bend you over something—anything— finally getting to you.

would he be mean and cocky, degrading you and mocking you at every chance he gets?

or would he be slow and caring, given the fact it would be your first time with him? would he praise you and give you what you would plead and beg for?

knowing him, you went with the former. not like you were complaining— you wanted him so bad you'd let him fuck you on the kitchen counter at this point. maybe even the floor.

"i'm starting to think you're a bit distracted," kaiser rasped. you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice how he inched closer to you, his breath against your ear causing you to have goosebumps.

"am not!" you attempted to save yourself, hiding your face behind your phone and opening and closing random apps. maybe having the weather app open looking at the weather of a different country across the world didn't help your case.

"look at me, schatz." he placed his fingers under your jaw and angled your head to meet his piercing eyes.

you fidgeted with your hands, anticipating what he was going to say. but he didn't say anything, simply wrapped his hands around your waist and effortlessly placing you on his lap. you subconsciously throw your arms around his neck as you waited for him to say something.

"is there something you want from me?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. you were still too awkward to answer his question, so you simply focused on the tattoo that was peeking out of his shirt's neckline, shaking your head slightly.

"are you going to answer me with words? or will i just have to force it out of you?" your eyes widened at the implications of his statement.

"what do you mean by that?" you soon found out, because he lifted you up slightly and placed you back down on one of his thighs, making sure that your legs were on either side of it,

"do you think i'm stupid, liebling? you think i wouldn't notice you staring like you wanted my pants off?" he could feel the way your thighs clenched around him at his statement as he smirked.

"i wasn't!" you were adamant on beating these allegations, although it would be nearly impossible. you were not only a terrible liar, but you were trying so hard not to move an inch. the pressure of his thigh on your cunt was getting unbearable, and you wanted him to do anything to relieve the heat that was building up.

he shuffled a little bit, bouncing his thigh in the process, leading a whine to escape your mouth. he froze for a moment before chuckling.

"pretty girl wants to get off my thigh, hm?" he raised an eyebrow as his voice lowered an octave. the sudden pitch change in his voice made your pussy throb.

hesitantly, you nodded. "please— want it so bad."

"that wasn't so hard to do, was it?" he slipped his hands under the waistband of your shorts. "now take these off."

you hurriedly took the pair of shorts off, and kaiser's eyes widened as he saw the lingerie you were wearing.

"and you weren't going to show me this, schatz?" he admired the way the shade of blue— the same color as the tips of his hair and tattoo— looked on your skin. "how mean."

before you could open your mouth to respond, he had already put you back on his muscular thigh, which was still covered by the gray fabric of his sweatpants.

his grip on your waist was sure to have you bruising as he slowly began to guide you to rock back and forth on his thigh. the friction wasn't much, but you don't remember the last time you had even bothered to touch yourself— paired with the fact that you were currently on top your insanely attractive boyfriend— his thigh felt like heaven.

you let out little whimpers and short moans that kaiser found cute. "feels good, yeah?" he asked as you began to put your hands on his shoulders and pick up the pace, trying to chase your high.

"so gooood," you moaned out, the way your cunt rubbed against the lingerie and the rough surface of his leg along with the occasional bounce of his thigh and encouragement he'd whisper into your ear.

"you look so good like this, i don't know why i didn't do this earlier," he frowned, watching the way you arched your back and leaned your head forward to meet the crook of his neck to muffle your sounds.

kaiser had always thought you were a relatively pure girl, not once hearing you say anything remotely dirty or insinuate having sex with him. for fucks sake, even the makeouts were tame enough. but having you on his thigh, not a thought behind those eyes except of how good it feels— he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

"never thought a pretty angel like you would want to drool all over my thigh." if you were in the right state of mind, you would've been mortified over the patch of wetness that was growing on his sweatpants, but right now it was the least of your worries.

he focused his attention on your neck, nibbling and biting until little blossoms of purple appeared all over, trailing down to your collarbone. his hands snuck under your shirt, unclasping your bra, earning a gasp from you. the cold from his hands made shivers run down your spine even as he toyed with your hardened nipples.

"wanna cum," you moaned out, feeling yourself get tired from doing all the work yourself. "help meee."

he felt his dick twitch in his pants as soon as you looked up at him with glossy, half-lidded eyes. he's dreamed of seeing you like this, and now that he had you like this right in front of him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"help with what? you can use your words." you only responded with a whine, mind still not foggy enough for you to shamelessly beg for him.

"p-please," you stammered, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"please what? i still don't know what you need help with." you nearly scowled, trembling as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt.

"i wanna cum so bad, kaiser pleaseee— wan' your help."

"now that wasn't so hard, was it schatz? of course i'll let a dirty girl like you get off on me." him putting it that way had you whining, but soon he had you moaning out his name, clawing at his clothed back.

"oh f-fuckfuckfuck, m' close!" you cried out.

"gonna make a mess for me angel? go ahead."

he watched as your hips spasmed and a drawn-out moan left your lips, helping you ride your climax out as eventually you slowed to a stop.

you look down, peering at how uncomfortable his pants seemed to be on him.

"mmm, jus' want you inside." you pleaded, a hand reaching over to palm him. he let out a hiss and looked conflicted— he was deciding if he should just fuck you right here on the couch or if he should take a moment to bring you to the bed.

deciding on the latter, he carried you bridal style to your bedroom. he let you lie on the bed as he took off his sweatpants, his boxers quickly following. you gaped at his sheer size.

"it won't fit," you complained. you, weren't exactly complaining, but you had no idea how he was even going to get past the tip.

"i just need to get you ready for me. it'll fit." he wasn't gonna lie, you whining about his size out of all things made his ego get even bigger than it already was. you nodded, trusting him.

"sloppy fucking cunt is so wet for me," he cooed as he pulled your panties to the side and slid a slender finger in. you squirmed as he began to curl his finger, adding another finger and picking up the pace. the lewd squelches echoed throughout the room.

he was prodding everywhere but your g-spot— it was on purpose, his enjoyment of not giving you what you wanted clearly written all over his face. maybe he'd make you beg for it again.

"nghh... gonna cum again," you mewled.

"you're not gonna fucking cum until i say so," he narrowed his eyes, blond and blue hair framing his face.

"wh-what?" you wailed as he pulled his fingers out, hands shooting out to stop him. "why'd you stoppp."

your slick covered his fingers, which he quickly lapped up in front of you. your face felt hot, the scene in front of you as obscene as he could make it. without a care in the world, he let out slurping sounds and snickered when he saw your flustered face.

"be patient," he glowered as he slapped his tip against your clit, teasing you as you whined. you furrowed your eyebrows, done with all his teasing.

your mouth shaped into an o-shape as you felt him slide himself in.

"shit... this pussy was made for me."

"wait-ah...you're too biggg..." you felt yourself getting dizzy over the feeling of him stretching you out, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from drooling all over the pillow.

"doing s'good for me." he bottomed out, and he had to physically stop himself from immediately pounding into you with the way you literally sucked him in and enveloped him. slowly he began to thrust into you, you gripping the sheets. the sheer length and girth of him was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

"ha-harder— faster...please," you trailed off as he sped up upon your request, not able to hold himself back from messing up your insides.

although it was your first time having sex with him, it was like he could just tell what made you feel good, what spots made you see stars upon stars, and what made you mind simply go blank.

kaiser was probably saying something to you, but you weren't able to understand anything, your brain dumb and unable to do anything but feel the dick that was burying into you.

"k-kaiserrr, feels too good," you felt tears pool at the corner of your eyes. "no more, no mo'"

"'no more, no more"' he mocked your moans. "you say that, but you're the one who keeps grinding back on my cock like the whore you are. didn't you just tell me to go faster?"

you didn't even notice how you were trying to move your hips back onto him— not like it would've changed anything. you would've lost it if he had actually heeded your pleas and stopped moving.

he suddenly flipped you over, making you face him as he threw your legs over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half. you looked up at him questioningly, meeting his darkened and dilated eyes.

without warning, he went back to his usual brutal pace, every thrust ending with a whine from you or a soft grunt from him. then he hit that spongey spot in you that had your vision go white. you let out an unusually loud moan that bordered a scream, and thats when kaiser knew he found what he was looking for.

"right here," he whispered under his breath as he began to bully his cock right into your g-spot, leaving you breathless and burying your head into your hands to muffle your moans. he used one of his hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

"i want to hear those pretty moans of yours, liebling." you didn't even have the mind to be self-conscious anymore, you just wanted him to finally cum inside you.

oh, he loved the way that he made you dumber and dumber by the minute. he loved the way your gummy walls clenched around him. he loved the way his sweet little girl was crying and bumbling right under him. he loved everything about you.

he brought his head down to give you a quick kiss, feeling you try to get your hands out of his grasp.

"wanna feel you so bad," you pleaded, and he decided to let go, your glistening doe eyes convincing him. you immediately began to tug on his hair and then forced him down into another kiss— this time much more deeper and longer. he felt you bite on his lips, tongue brushing everywhere as the kiss was reduced to you just wanting to get as close as you can to kaiser, wanting to feel and taste as much as him as you could.

he pulled away to give you some air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you cried out.

"i t-think im gonna—"

"cum for me princess." his coaxing voice paired with the way he played with your clit finally brought you over the edge.

the way you almost sang his name when you came almost had him following right after you, but he wanted this to last as long as possible, even with the thick white ring that was making its way to the base of his cock.

the overstimulation was too much for you to handle, to the point where it was like you were silently screaming. it hurt, but it was too good.

"where should i cum, liebling?" his thrusts were becoming frantic and the pace was uneven, as if he was going feral. you could even swear you heard a whimper or two the closer he got to his climax.

"inside! insideinsideinside—" you babbled, wanting to finally feel him fill you up.

"f-fuck," his voice cracked as he rammed his hips into yours one last time, bringing you close as he hid his head into your chest to suppress any other sounds. you could swear that he skimmed your cervix.

after your cunt had finished milking him dry, both of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. you assumed that kaiser was simply calming down before pulling out, but a nearly a minute passed and he never did.

"k-kaiser?" you quipped. your thighs were still trembling, and you could feel the mix of your fluids trailing out of your pussy. "are you gonna pull out?"

"did i ever say i was done?"

sorry lol i actually hate this one

[autisticsupervillain]

Autistic Avatars not realizing that they're Avatars because they're just "like that": a thread

The Eye

Special Interest in the supernatural = constant food for The Watcher

You know about Interest? TELL ME EVERYTHING

"Hey man listen to me infodump about this horrifying ghost story I read for twenty minutes, alright?"

I need to Know everything about something before I partake in it.

"How did I Know that? Eh, I probably hyperfixated on it at some point."

I cannot be misunderstood so I'll beam the facts into your brain.

The Web

I must plan everything 200 steps in advance before doing anything.

I have prepared for all possible outcomes, I can now have this one conversation.

If I set up all these variables long in advance, then I can do everything correctly and Win the social interaction.

I cannot do anything before The Plan says to.

"I practice my social skills by talking to my spider friends." -Martin "Autism" Blackwood

The Stranger

I cannot socialize without being Uncanny.

If my socialization seems like an act, that's because it is. I practice it in the mirror every day.

Theater Kid

How do you Normal Human?

The Anatomy Class.

Assuming fellow Stranger Avatars also just have the 'Tism. They're not trying to be creepy, honest.

Can't do faces. Doesn't notice when you get replaced.

Being subtly off is too subtle for me.

The Lonely

"I have failed the social interaction. Let the fog reclaim me."

Talking to people is draining my batteries even faster than ever. I need to be alone for approximately 384,400,000 years.

Nothing can overstimulate me in the cool, blinding fog.

Nothing unpredictable can happen in the fog.

The fog is your friend.

The known connection between autism and depression feeds the fog.

The Dark

Why is the sun so god damn bright? I'm going to blow it up I swear.

Night Owl.

Everything's decently quite at night and people leave you alone.

Same overstimulation preventatives as the Lonely tbh. Dark and fog are good concealers.

The dawn is your enemy.

The dread florescent lights shall never bother me again. They break upon my arrival.

Can and will infodump to the monster under my bed. Even now it feels like it listens.

The Spiral

Autism makes getting other mental illnesses recognized hard.

Autism dissociation from body and mind. When did it become 3 AM and why do I hurt? Why am I grumpy? What vital self care task did I forget?

Literal mind doesn't often match reality. Reality is specifically unspecific.

Spaced out and wandered off. Where the fuck am I?

I'm not a mental baby, please stop treating me like it.

I'm not inherently dangerous, please stop treating me like it.

Memory problems my beloathed. Did that happen? I dunno.

What Is Time?

What Is Me?

The Gender

Why do things only make sense to me? What does no one else make sense?

The Flesh

Autism Genderfuckery = Flesh fueled dysphoria.

Meat is the only texture that's palatable. Especially the Mystery Meat.

Will never try any other foods. Too picky.

Infodumps about the horrors of meat processing at dinner and ruins the meal for everyone. More steak for me.

Hates PETA.

Double the arms means double the stim. You weren't using them, right?

Working out is a great stim.

The Corruption

Practices social interaction with the bugs who live in my walls.

"Insects are disgusting. I love them!"

Will protect endangered insects by any means necessary.

According to all known laws of aviation-

Relationship boundaries struggles.

Difficulty noticing sickness symptoms.

Is that nausea or am I overstimulated? *Accidentally causes supernatural plague outbreak*

Difficulty getting diseases diagnosed because of both Autism and noticing too many symptoms so the doctors assume they're faking.

Forgot vital hygiene needs.

The Bugs Are My Friends! They keep me company when I'm sick!

The Buried

Weighted blankets are insufficient, I need the Earth to reclaim me.

Avoid social interaction by tunneling everywhere like a mole.

101 facts about worms.

Forgor hygiene again. Time to become dirt.

Digging a hole is good stimming.

That guy who had to be buried alive to sleep properly. What do you mean you don't want to be buried?

The End

Aradia Megido from Homestuck.Com

That's it, that's the list.

The Desolation

The Autism Temper.

Losing relationships and friendships to ableism and your own disability constantly.

The Fire is a wonderful stim board. Watch it crinkle.

Just watching candles melt for hours.

The fire and thrill gives my life passion again.

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The Vast

Accidentally terrifying people by infodumping about the horrors of nature.

The stimulus of falling.

Nature/Space/Weather Documentary on in background always.

Okay, but from how high did you fall? I want to calculate your velocity as you fell through the void.

Weirdly enough... power scaling?

Power scaling is just the art of determining how easily your favorite characters can destroy mankind so... yeah, I can see it.

Brain empty, only terminal velocity.

The Hunt

Cat Autism

The inherent hyperfocus of the hunt. The chase. Your prey.

Studying the habits of your latest hyperfixation/Hunt assigned prey for days at a time.

I've spent so much time hunting in the woods that I forgot about human society. The Missing Person's Bureau have written you off for dead.

Returning to society to sell your wears and realizing you aren't human anymore.

That's okay. Social interaction is random. The Hunt makes sense.

It's black and white. Predator and prey. Humans hunting monsters. It Makes Sense.

The Slaughter

The incredible human WW1 documentary.

"Did you know?" *Describes horrible historic warcrime*

Takes apart puts back together guns from their collection.

The list of known casualties from this war is incomplete. With my help, they can expand it. :)

The Extinction

The world is spiraling towards its end and only you seem to care.

It hurts to be this passionate about a lost cause.

You Will Make Them Care.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

SEBASTIAN SOLACE PLEASE I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THAT MAN 🙏🏻

(I'm sorry if you need specifics aaah 😭 but FTM reader if you do that! Have a nice day!)

I did gender neutral/AFAB

Sebastian

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Cw: double dicks, snake anatomy, overstim, slight edging and begging,

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“Don’t think this is something I’ll do again in the future, at least not free.” Sebastian murmured, two of his eyes closed and one, the one hidden under his hair watched you out of the corner of his eye. “I’m just cold and everything else is metal or stone.”

You nodded, indifferent to his excuses, you gently felt his scales, tracing a bit below his stomach. Sebastian tensed a bit but didn’t stop you. He sat upright and tilted his head at you, his eyes now open, the ‘light’ he’s producing isn’t bright, almost like a nightlight, but still you’d have to squint to look at his eyes.

His scales were smooth and kind of nice to touch, almost…soothing. You ignored the weird look he gave you and traced small patterns on his abdomen. Eventually, half asleep, your hands drift closer to you, but you feel a bump in his scales. He gasped at the touch and you worried maybe he’d hurt himself there, then you felt your finger slip into…an opening?

You looked at where your hand was, there was…a vertical slit?

Sebastian jolted and leaned forward, moving your hand out of the way. “That’s not a place you want to touch!” He said with a whine in his voice. But you noticed…something begin peeking out of the spit. You paused, you’d had a few times interacting with snakes, enough to realize something you were taught in school.

Male snakes often have a bump, where there slit sheathes their cocks until they are needed.

You’d basically touched his dick…

“My bad.” You said looking up at him to see his cheeks were light purpleish, almost like he was blushing. “I uh…wasn’t meaning to touch there. Sorry.” You apologized, looking away, but before you could get up he gently grabs your arm.

“No no no, it’s…” Sebastian paused and looked away. “It felt good…I wouldn’t mind you touching there, I was just surprised and…I didn’t want to startle you with my…”

He gestured downwards and you see, both his cocks are peeking out. He looked back to you and mumbled something you didn’t hear. “Could you repeat that?” You ask.

With an aggravated huff. He reaches down rubbing himself, futher coaxing his cocks out. “Look, I’ll give you back the data I took and some free items if you…” He trailed off but you knew what he meant. With a glance down you can see his cocks twitch.

“Deal.” You say, data wasn’t as easy to obtain as you hoped, and supplies are worth giving a snake guy a handjob, right? Well, in this moment it felt that way…

Maybe it’s just you, wanting to get out of here, you look down, eyeing his cocks, one is noticbly smaller than the other, but a little thicker, while the other was longer and slightly thinner.

You take the smaller one in your hand, lightly thumbing the tip to test the waters, earning a deep moan. Sebastian leaned back, laying on his side to watch you, his eyes half lidded as you rub him, his hips twitch forwards and you feel something tighten around your waist.

“Fuck, like that…mind giving the other one a ‘hand’?” Sebastian said, blushing more and grinning. His hips buckled forwards, leaving the cock awaiting your attention to twitch and smack against his own stomach.

“Well…you don’t need me to stimulate it, right? You’ll cum if I rub only one, right?” You tease, earning a huff. He glared at you while trying to hide his blush.

“…I’ll give you a new flash beacon…” He grumbled out. You click your tongue with a grin.

“And apologize for breaking my old one.”

He hissed but cleared his throats. “I’m…sorry for breaking your flash beacon, now…please?” He said slightly annoyed his neglected cock drools as you look down to it.

“Good boy…” You take his hemipenises and strokes them in tandem, earning deep whines from the man, both cocks drooled enough to lube your hands, making movements easier.

Sebastian was blushing hard, whimpering at the praise as his tail smacks against the ground as he gets close. “L-like that….perfect….” He mumbled, trying to brush off the tremble in his voice as you thumb the tips.

It was enough, he peaked, whining as his climax hits him, he spurts his release onto his own stomach, you gently stroke him through his release. He collapses and pants hard. “F-fuck it’s been so long…stop stroking.” He squeaked out the last part.

You don’t, you keep stroking him as his cocks writhe under your touch.

Honestly it almost felt like milking a rowdy cow with…long utters.

Sebastian trembled and whined, his cocks leaking pathetically, hes humiliatingly sensitive from one release. You lean forwards and whisper.

“Maybe…I’ll let you rest if you return the favor…” You whisper into his…fin/ear? He trembles and tries to shove your hands away, but your grip tightens in respond, making him desperately whimper for relief.

“No, I’m already being generous eno-“ He yelps as you pinch the tip of his cock, his tail smacks against the ground hard. He whimpers and you see he wince. “D-dammit, ok-ok!”

He nods quickly, sighing in relief as you let go of his cocks, they look a little more swollen than you remember when they first emerged. They quickly retreat into the slit, as if scared you’ll change your mind.

You let him get a quick breather before continuing, Afterall you’re in no rush.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hi,

I just stumbled upon your blog and I am already obsessed with your stories.🥰 Your writing style and the way you describe the characters is simply amazing.

Anyways, I‘ve got an idea for a one-shot, could you please write one, where the reader is Dr.Lecters patient and they bump into a very distraught Will after his session and start talking to him. Hannibal get‘s jealous, because he thinks Will is interested in the reader,after the conversation ended, tension is really high during her sessions and it get‘s steamy in the end.(nsfw?)

Hannibal x Reader: What's mine is mine

Warning: smut, oral ( f receiving), no use of y/n, penetration ( p in v), possessive behavior, jealous Hannibal, anger, not proofread, gn reader, female anatomy.

Word count: 1,2 K

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I've told you a thousand times that that door is for exiting clients only and you continue to use it.”

“Oh come on Hannibal you know how i hate using the other door. That empty waiting room always puts me on edge.”

“And talking with another patient is prohibited, you know that.”

You spin on your heels, angrily looking at your therapist.

“For the love of god hannibal! Did you see what he looked like? He was shaking so much I thought he was having some sort of seizure!”

You’d stumbled onto a very distressed will on your way into your appointment and simply couldn’t feel like you needed to help him.

“I'm surprised you let him leave at all. That man was a complete wreck.”

“It is my job to know what my clients need.”

“Clearly you're not doing it very well.”

You could tell you’d hit a nerve because instead of debating you Hannibal simply closed the door and stomped over to his chair. You shook your head. You didn’t understand why Hannibal was so worked up about you talking to Will. It’s not like you’d done anything wrong.

And the truth was you hadn't done anything wrong. If anything you’d shown you were an empathetic person. You weren’t the issue. Will was. Or more accurately, Hannibal's jealousy of Will was. Seeing you talk to Will had sent Hannibal into a sort of spiral. In his mind you belong to him but in reality you don't.

“Okay what the hell is up with you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh so is your face just stuck like that now? You gonna give me the stink eye for the rest of the session? I mean come on! You’re acting like you caught me kissing him.”

Hannibal's body tensed at your words. He forced himself to open his mouth.

“Did you want to?”

“What?”

“Did you want to kiss him?”

“Oh for fucks sake what does that have to-”

“Answer the question.”

Hannibal had risen from his seat. He walked over to you boxing you against him and the wall behind you. You looked up at him staring into his eyes. Hannibal was so close to you that you could smell his perfume. You took a shaky breath in.

“No.”

“What?”

“No, I didn't want to kiss him. I’m not interested in him.”

No in him but in someone. That's what your words sounded like to Hannibal. He desperately needed to find out who you were interested in. Even if it meant having to get them out of his way. 

“Who then?”

“You’re kidding right?”

Hannibal continued to stare at you as he awaited you to answer his question. You shook your head at him.

“You’re such an idiot.”

You pushed forward, hitting Hannibal's shoulder with yours as you moved away from him. Hannibal grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting too far.

“Who?”

You tugged your arm out of his grip, turning to face him. You looked pissed, it caught Hannibal off guard.

“You! It’s you, you ass!” 

Hannibal stared at you. You’d never yelled at him before. He felt rooted to his spot. He barely noticed you moving forward before you were tugging his tie. You gave him a bruising kiss. He moved to wind his hand around your waist but before he could you pushed off him.

“There. Satisfied?”

No. He would never be satisfied. He could still taste you on his tongue. And the taste was addicting. He surged forward grabbing your head with his hand. He shoved his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. You let him, your hands moving to grip his suit jacket. The two of you stumbled across the room, hands wildly pulling at each other's clothes. Somewhere in the middle of the process you’d managed to unbutton Hannibal's shirt and he’d managed to remove your pants. Your body fell onto the loveseat, hand moving to tug Hannibal on top of you. He kissed at your skin, his hand moving to shove your shirt up. You gasped as his hands cupped your breast, kneading them in his hand. 

“Oh Hannibal!”

God he loved the way you sounded, gasping his name. He placed a kiss to the valley of your breasts before insching himself lower. He placed small kisses all over your stomach. You watched him with glazed eyes, observing him until he was on his knees before you. He tugs your underwear off your body, moving to place it in his back pocket. You raise your eyebrows to him and all he does is shrug. You squeal as Hannibal tugs you closer to him. He leaned his head down until he’s inches from your pussy. You bite your lip in anticipation. As soon as Hannibal's tongue makes its way to your fold you can’t help but throw your head back. Hannibal grips onto your thighs as you squirm against the loveseat. 

“Oh fuck. There! Hannibal there- shit!”

Hannibal grinned against your pussy, reveling in the way your hand grabs onto his hair in desperation. His fingers moved inside you, helping his tongue in his task to make you cum. You could feel yourself clenching around Hannibal's fingers, silently telling him you were close. If that wasn’t enough the high pitched moans you kept letting out should have been a sign. Hannibal sucked at your clit and you were a goner. Your hand gripped onto the love seat as you came. Hannibal watched you breath for a moment before beginning to climb over you. You tugged him down for a kiss, tugging at his hair. He bit your lip in return. 

Hannibal's dick nudged against your thigh, his pre cum mixing with your own juices. You smiled up at him, wrapping your legs around him. Hannibal took the hint, moving to align his dick with your entrance. He glanced at you for a moment, awaiting your approval. You gave him a small nod. He moved slowly into you. Once he’d bottomed out Hannibal stopped moving, giving you time to adjust. You opened your mouth in a silent moan, brows furrowing as you felt Hannibal twitch inside you. He desperately wanted to move but he would wait for you okay.

“Jesus Hannibal, what are you waiting for? Move!”

Well that was one way to put it. 

Hannibal began to thrust into you, his movements growing more rapid as your pleasure increased. He placed one of his feet on the ground, attempting to give himself more strength. You drew a breath in as he rocked into you rapidly. Hannibal leaned down tugging one of your breasts into his mouth. He sucked at your nipple, making sure to leave a mark. From the way you clenched around him he could tell you enjoyed it so he continued his ministrations. 

“Are you almost there?”

“Uhum please don’t stop-fuck-please i’m…”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, fingers digging into Hannibal's shoulder as you came. Hannibal felt you sag beneath him, taking it as his chance to guide your movements. His hands found your hips gripping them tightly as his thrusts began to flatter. Pretty soon Hannibal seed spilled into your walls. He laid down beside you, pulling your body closer into his.

“Remind me to make you angry more often.”

“Careful dear. That's a dangerous game.”

“Maybe that's how I like it.”

[rosedpetal]

Let's Try Something New

Summary: Outraged by the horrible smut you were reading, Robert shows you how BDSM really is.

Pairing: Robert Chase x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, light bdsm (sorry if it's inaccurate, I'm just a vanilla girl)

Masterlist

You loved him with all your heart.

Not only that, he was a dream come true. Tall, handsome, blonde, broad and with a heart of gold. If Robert was a dog, he'd be a damn golden retriever. With his innocent blue eyes and easy smiles and suffocating affection.

To his friends and colleagues, your husband was the personification of a boy-next-door type, now turned a man with a license to practice medicine. Everything that was probably expected from him when he was young.

He was raised as a Catholic, for fucks sake, even taking the lengths of beginning his studies at seminary school when he was sixteen. Everything in him screamed safe.

You thought it was ironic.

Robert wasn't one to criticize your choice of entertainment, and he secretly knew you've read a lot of smutty books and fanfics on Tumblr. Apparently it was a popular thing amongst women. He's heard nurses talking (and they talked too damn much).

It happened while you were showering, washing your hair throughly, blissful unaware of the fact that Robert saw your book unattended in the coffee table and his curiosity took the best of him. A little peek wouldn't hurt, right?

He flicked through the pages, snorting at how inaccurate and unrealistically these scenes were written. Not only he knew the anatomy and biology like a pro (he was a doctor!) but he used to practice the very same stuff that was so poorly written in your pretentious little book.

It was all so-wrong.

He was so immersed in the horrors he was reading that he didn't notice you walking to the kitchen with a towel in your head and wearing your pajamas, ready to cook dinner. You thought it was weird, usually, he'd acknowledge you first thing. When you turned to look at him, you finally realized, in absolute horror, that he was reading the book you bought on Amazon days ago.

"Rob!" You let out a sound that resembled a squeal. "What are you doing?"

He looked up at you, trying to fight his smirk.

"Is this the kind of educational literature you buy with my hard earned money?"

Your face flushed with embarassment.

"Hey! I bought this with my money! And that's besides the point, I told you before to not snoop on my stuff."

"Because you're embarrassed of it?

"I-" You stopped yourself, feeling your cheeks redden even more.

"I'm not mad that you're reading erotica. But babe, this is so poorly written. I'm actually disappointed." He put the book back on the coffee table, crossing his arms and looking at you. "It's all a load of bull-"

"Because it's kinky? Because it's BDSM?" You knew you were being defensive, but you couldn't help it.

"No. Because this stuff is not BDSM. This author has no idea what they're talking about and is trying to use the practice of BDSM to write their rapey scenes."

You tilted your head to the side. "Are you an expert on BDSM now?" Your eyes widened as you saw your very innocent husband's expression change to slight amused. Oh my-

"I've practiced it, years ago."

You couldn't believe it.

And he kept on rambling: "Well, first of all, BDSM is not something used to subdue women. Or to force kinky practices or shit like that. I mean, where's the fucking safe word here?"

"I'm sorry, when did your BDSM practice happen? Between leaving seminary and going to med school or..?" You couldn't help the question.

He scoffed at your little jab.

"Just let me know if you wanna see for yourself what the real thing is."

That had you speechless.

He was groping you aggressively, your little movie night turned into a heavy making out session the minute the credits started rolling in the screen. You whined, your breathing mixed, your cotton clothed core rubbing shamelessly against the tent in his sweatpants.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, he quickly rolled you, your back pressing on the couch as he towered over you.

He kissed down your neck, lips trailing butterfly kisses on your feverish skin.

"I wanna try."

He froze. "Try what?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what. BDSM. Now."

He sighed, pulling back and sitting on the couch. "Babe, it doesn't work this way."

"Come again?"

"Honey, we have to talk about this first. Do you know what BDSM stands for? What are your limits? We have to establish a safe word, or if we'll use the color system..."

You sit up, trying not to sound frustrated. "Okay, Mr. expert in BDSM. Just tell me you think I'm too vanilla to handle it."

Robert rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with being vanilla."

"I can be kinky!"

"Do you want this to prove a point or are you really interested?"

"I'm interested. I wanna know if my smutty books are really that shitty."

He snorted at that, brushing a strand of hair off your face. "You're okay with being tied up?"

"Yes."

"And blindfolded?"

"Yes."

"Can you choose a safeword for me?"

"Cookie?"

"Oh, I'd love one."

"Robert!"

"Sorry, baby... Okay, let's take this to the bedroom, okay?"

He followed you inside your shared bedroom, rummaging through a drawer on his nightstand and grabbing a medium box.

You probably looked funny, sitting in bed, half naked and politely waiting for Robert to get whatever he had planned for you. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and in a very serious tone, said:

"Lay down and put your wrists above your head."

You obeyed, feeling the cold metal close around your wrists, safely tied around the headboard. You couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle.

"Don't go Gerald's Game on me, please."

Robert's eyes lit up a little. You were so cute. He wanted to ruin you.

"Take your mind off everything else, and close your eyes for me, beautiful."

Unconsciously, you rubbed your thighs together. That voice and that accent? Should be illegal. The way he called you beautiful as he put a blindfold on you? Completely evil.

Robert hummed to himself as he dimmed the lights of the room and turned up the thermostat. He walked back to you, sitting down next to you, slowly trailing his fingertips on your body. You actually shivered, despite the room temperature.

He kissed down your body. Your neck, collarbones, your bare chest, your navel... Just as he was about to reach your panties, he kissed the way up again, wrapping an arm around you and lifting your torso slightly to kiss you.

It was surprisingly gentle, but still breathtaking, nonetheless. His lips slowly moved against yours, his tongue slowly making its way between your lips, and you let out a little whimper while he kissed you. He pulled back, his warm breath on you as his thumb brushed your swollen lips.

Then, the dance of kissing your body returned. This time, he gently bit on your nipple, giving your breast a small squeeze, lowering his mouth and licking your clothed core. It was embarrassing how soaked through you were, your panties ruined as he hooked his finger on the elastic and pushed the fabric to the side, his tongue finally making contact with your poor pussy.

"Open your mouth for me." He demanded in a rough tone and as soon as you obeyed, he stick two fingers inside your mouth. You moisted them with your saliva, and he retreated them, only to gently push them inside of you moments later.

Your chest was heaving as he kissed and sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue, curling his fingers inside you, the wet sounds music to his ears.

"Ow!" You gasped in surprise when he slapped your clit.

"Color?"

"Green..."

"Are you sure?"

"I was just surprised, okay? Green."

He chuckled as he could hear the pout in your voice, giving you another open finger slap on your swollen clit, his other hand scissoring you, making you arch your back.

Just as you were about to orgasm, he stopped.

"Wha-Why would you do that?" You asked, in an indignant tone.

"You didn't ask for permission, princess."

"Can I please, come?"

"You have to learn how to address me, too." Robert hummed, getting off the bed and taking off his pants, stroking himself. "Can you do that for me, honey? How do you call me when you're at my mercy like a whore?"

God, you knew you were gonna lose your goddamn mind.

"Hmmm, Sir?"

"That'll do for now." He says, towering over you, spreading your legs, making your stomach tighten with anticipation.

He aligned his tip in your wet entrance, his breath becoming irregular. Slowly, he rolled his hips, hands on your waist as he fucked you. The bed creaked slightly under your bodies, and he hiked your leg up, kissing your calf, never stopping.

"You always feel so good." He admits in a gruff tone, holding your leg against his chest as you desperately tried not to scream. "I can never get enough of you, baby girl."

"Sir, I need to come, please, please, can I come?" You cried out, already feeling it.

He'd let it slide this time. You were a beginner, after all.

"Yes, baby. Come for me. Show me what I do to you."

You clamped violently around him, squelching, wet walls milking his length, and he picked up his pace, the sound of your moans, your orgasm, all too much. His whole body tensed up as he spilled inside you, groaning, gently pulling out moments later.

He released your sore wrists from the handcuffs, taking the blindfolds off your eyes.

"That wasn't so bad." You jested, throat dry.

"Yeah, just you wait when I introduce you to the flogger."

The blush on your cheeks was rewarding as he pulled you in his arms again.

[lanadelnegan]

One Night Stand

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Request from anon: Can you do 2000s!Jeffery Dean Morgan x actress!reader who works on Grey's anatomy w/ him (she plays Izzie instead of Katherine Heigl) but she doesnt know it yet? Like they meet at a bar and end up flirting and having sex in his hotel and she stays the night and then in the morning she's like getting dressed and says "I have to go to work blah blah blah" and he's like "me too" and then a time skip to when she's on set and Jeffery is going around meeting people and she's just standing there in total shock?

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, vaginal sex, single middle-aged JDM, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), this is HAWT - trust me.

"You look like shit." A deep voice chuckles from beside me.

I snap my eyes towards the asshole, almost choking on my drink in the process. Not sure if it's from his rudeness or his hotness, but I cough and play it off. "Excuse me?"

He laughs before ordering himself a drink. "Oh, and another for the lady here. Looks like she could use it."

My mouth drops open as he just.. grins at me. Who the hell does he think he is.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask annoyed.

"Not yet.. do you want to?" His wide grin stretches across his face, revealing his pearly white teeth. I study his face in the neon bar lights, noticing the shades of green swimming throughout his light brown orbs. This man is stunning.

I chug the drink he orders me seconds after the bartender sets it down. "Not really, but thanks for the drink."

He nods and sips his own drink, raising one of his thick brows at me. "Bad day?"

I sigh, trying to relax a little and accept his small talk. "Just tired."

"Then why are you here? There are beds upstairs, ya know?"

I glare at him. "I'm tired.. of other people. Tired of faking conversations I don't care to have."

He raises both of his brows this time and appears to look surprised by my forwardness. "Well excuse me darlin'. I'll shut the hell up then." He goes back to sipping his whiskey.

Out of all the things he's said so far, it's that sentence that finally puts a smile on my face. "Bout time." I tease and roll my eyes dramatically.

An awkward silence follows after we both laugh. I look over and his eyes meet mine, right before they slowly trail down to my lips. The playfulness in his features fades into a seductive gaze and fuck.. this is the kind of energy I've needed since I've been in this shitty town.

I've been filming for months now, only getting to visit home on the weekends. This hotel is basically my home and it's taken a toll on me for sure. At least at home I have my cats. Here I just have half empty wine bottles, my vibrator, and candy bars stashed in my nightstand to keep me company. I guess when I put it that way, it doesn't sound so bad.

"Are you staying here?" I blurt before I can stop myself. That was a stupid question. Why else would he be at this hotel's bar.

He blatantly ignores me, pulling out his phone while leaning his elbows against the bar and pretends to scroll.

"Um, okay." My lips clench together awkwardly as I nod my head and look in the other direction. "Good talk."

"Oh, forgive me darlin'. Can I talk now?" His veiny hand rests against his heart as he sarcastically grins at me. What a fucking smart ass.

"You know what, no. You can't. Never mind." I get up to leave, hoping he stops me.. and he does.

He turns in his bar stool and blocks me with his thigh as I try to walk past him. "What the hell are you doing?" I snap, walking around his leg. I don't realize he's behind me until I step on the elevator and turn around. I gasp a little, looking up at him. His face is serious now.. all the playfulness from earlier gone.

He backs away and leans against the wall of the elevator. The door is closed but I haven't even pressed the button to my floor yet. He crosses his arms and nods towards the buttons, urging me to press one.

"I'm not taking you to my room." I cross my arms, mimicking him.

"Okay, but I'm walking you there."

The seriousness on his face tells me I'm not going to win this one, so I hesitantly press the number 6 and the elevator starts to ascend as we stare at each other the entire way up.

When the door finally slides open, I start to leave but he gently grabs my wrist, turning me back around. Before I can fully face him, he leans down pressing his lips against mine softly. As soon as he pulls away, I pull his shirt towards me, silently granting him permission and begging for more. My back slams against the elevator wall as he kisses me hard this time. His large hands cup my face as I moan into his mouth. My hands reach for his back as his body presses firmly against me.

He tastes like whiskey and tobacco and smells like leather and musky cologne. It's euphoric. His lips are full and soft but the stubble hairs surrounding his mouth scratch at my sensitive skin. I let myself imagine what it would feel like between my legs.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he breaks away from our kiss, breathing heavily before dropping to his knees and wasting no time throwing my leg over his shoulder. My mouth gapes open as I look between him and the open elevator doors. Anyone could walk by right now and see us. My skirt bunches around my waist, giving him all the access he needs before slipping his fingers underneath my panties and pulling them to the side. I watch his face disappear between my legs and feel his warm tongue lick a stripe from my already dripping cunt to my clit. He moans from the taste and I moan at him moaning from the taste.

His tongue presses firmly against my clit repeatedly in an up down motion. He pulls back for a moment and without warning, slips his middle finger inside me, bumping it against my g-spot repeatedly while gently finding and sucking my clit again.

"Oh my god." I whisper down at him, feeling the pressure building up in me from his finger and tongue working in unison. He looks up at me like he can sense I'm about to explode, and grins against my pussy proudly. The sight alone sends me over the edge and I cum so hard that I think squirt a little in his mouth. He groans at the taste and buries his tongue deep in my hole like he needs more.

After a few moments of him lapping up all of my juices he can possible get, he stands up, lifting me in his arms in the process until my legs are wrapped around his waist. He smiles at me cockily while his facial hair glistens with my wetness.

He carries me down the hall and I point towards my room. I unlock it with my key card. Once it clicks, he kicks it open the rest of the way and quickly brings me inside, his lips never leaving mine in the process.

He lays me down on the bed but I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him down on top of me as he works on pulling my panties off with one hand and holding himself up with the other.

I arch my back, helping him slide them off.

Once I'm exposed completely to him, he leans back up, undoing his belt and throwing off his shirt, revealing his sweaty chest. He quickly pulls out his rock hard cock and I lean up on my elbows to get a better view.

His dick is just as pretty as he is.

He strokes it a couple times while he watches me watch him. My eyes grow wider at the sight of his precum leaking from the tip and he smiles down at himself. "Look at that, baby. Already got my dick leaking for you." He glides his thumb over the tip and I watch him in a trance, hoping I'm not visibly drooling.

"You ready for me, doll?" He asks as he leans back over me, bracing himself up with his hand. I nod as he kisses my lips and I still taste myself on his mouth. His hazel eyes look down into mine as he uses his other hand to guide himself towards my entrance. I feel the tip of him circle my opening before he slides in me agonizingly slow. He doesn't stop until his dick is pressing against my cervix almost painfully. I groan and wiggle a little, trying to adjust to him. He slides halfway out before thrusting his hips flush against me again, causing my mouth drops open as he reaches even deeper this time.

"That's a good fucking girl. Taking me so deep." His raspy voice praises me before his lips connect with the sensitive spot under my ear. He bites and licks at me while his stubble tickles me. I reach my hands around to hold onto his back and his thrusts grow steadier and faster. I scratch his back hard enough that I'm sure it's leaving marks, but it encourage him to fuck me harder so I don't stop.

"Mmm, fuck." I moan out. His hips slam into me faster and my face immediately burns with heat. My mouth drops open again but I can't form any sounds because he's completely taken my breath away. He stops kissing my neck to look at me again and smiles arrogantly when he sees my face and what he's doing to me.

"Goddamn, baby. This pussy feels so fucking good." His breathing is rapid and his forehead is sweaty as his grunts and moans fill the room. I can tell he's getting close and I am too. His hand reaches between us and he easily finds my clit like a pro, rubbing circles around it with his thumb and slamming into me so hard that I stars. My pussy clenches around him as I lose control, moaning loudly and arching my back at the overwhelming sensation. I cum around his cock so intensely that a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Oh fuuuck. Fuck." He says, quickly pulling out of me. He buries his head in my neck and groans, and I feel his warm seed squirt all over my lower tummy. He rolls off of me, grabbing some tissues to clean me up. "That pussy is straight from fucking heaven, baby." He chuckles as he wipes his cum from my stomach.

I get up to go pee and clean myself up and when I come back in the room, he's laying on his back.. asleep. The bedsheets are hanging halfway off, revealing his toned torso and dark chest hair. I watch his chest rise and fall slowly, taking a moment to notice every detail of the absolute sex god in my bed.. the permanent dimples embedded on each side of his mouth, the veins in his arms, the tattoos on his tan skin.

I frown to myself. Too bad this can't go anywhere. I'm way to busy in my career to settle down with someone.

I climb into bed, not bothering to wake him and fall asleep with my legs entangled with his.

The next morning:

"Hey! Wake up, I gotta go!" I yell, throwing a pillow at his face. "Seriously! GET. UP. I'm already late!" I finish tying my shoe as I yell impatiently at him. This isn’t the first time I’ve slept through my alarm and I hate being late.

He lazily rubs opens his eyes open before looking at me with that smirk. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.”

I jerk the covers off him, noticing his erect cock standing against his flat stomach. My eyes cling to the sight of it and he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows suggestively at me as I stare at him.

“As much as I’d love to sit on that right now, I Have to go. Look, just see yourself out okay? Take a shower, whatever you need to do. Just make sure the door locks when you leave.” I grab my keys and my purse and head for the door before turning around again. “You’re not... some creep are you?”

He looks at me amused. “You’re asking me that after we already slept together?”

I stare at him and rolls his eyes, sighing when I don't answer him. “Does going through your panty drawer count?” He bites his lower lip teasingly.

“Yes! That counts!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Guess I’m a creep then.” He winks at me and I glare at him as I turn around to leave once again.

“See ya later, y/n!” He yells.

I ignore him, still pressed for time and leave him to my room as I rush to the elevator. Poor guy thinks he’ll see me again. I should’ve told him I wasn’t interested in anything other than his dick.

The doors shut before me as the elevator descends.

Oh shit.

My eyes widen with realization.

“He said my name.” I whisper to myself.

I - I didn’t tell him my name. Oh my god, what if he is some creep that’s been stalking me. That would explain the weird interaction at the bar. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a fan try to stalk me. Sucks being famous sometimes. I breathe, calming myself down. Maybe.. I told him and forgot? I was tipsy last night. I could have said it. I tell myself to soothe my nerves. I think about what he could steal in my room and mentally punch myself for not kicking him out.

What if he eats all the candy bars in my nightstand. My eyes widen at the thought. That bastard.. he would.

I overthink the entire way to work, but finally relax when I get on set with my coworkers. Ellen and I have grown close over the years. She’s like the big sister I never had.

I sip my Starbucks and change into my pretend light blue scrubs while spilling the beans to her about last night. She leans forward on couch in our dressing room, fully invested in my story.

“Was he.. ya know?” She asks curiously.

“Big?” I blush and giggle with her. “Let’s just say.. it was soo thick. He was probably a good 8 inches in length too but the thickness was simply… chefs kiss."

I make the motion with my hand as we laugh together, fully dressed now and sitting in front of the mirror getting our light makeup done. Our stylists are used to our juicy gossip. They’ve learned to tune us out by now.

I grab my iced latte and Ellen and I leave the dressing room, going into the set where all our other costars and directors are. This is definitely the biggest acting job I’ve ever landed. So many of us are on set at one time.. at least 30 of us are spread throughout this room. Ellen and I stand back, waiting for the cameras to get set up. I scan over my script even though I’ve studied it a thousand times and can recite it in my sleep.

“Oooh, todays the day I get to meet my new looove interest. Denny Duquette.” I say to Ellen, putting emphasis on his name.

“I heard the guy they chose to play him is insanely hot.” Ellen winks at me playfully.

I scoff, eyes still scanning over my lines. “Can’t be as hot as my one night stand. I mean seriously... I can’t get his face outta my head. Or his dick.”

The room grows quiet and I snap my eyes up, worried everyone heard me. When I realize they aren’t looking at me, but past me, I turn my head around and the sight almost knocks the wind out of me. Mr. one night stand himself ... No fucking way.. He definitely heard everything we just said and I internally cringe at myself.

“Y’n, meet Jeffrey.. or Denny.. I should say.” Our director next to him introduces us. My coffee slips from my hand and splashes all over the floor in between us. Jeffrey - I guess that's his name - drops to the floor on one knee before I can reach down to grab my empty cup. He lingers down there longer than he should, looking up at me with the same smirk he had last night in the elevator when my leg was draped over his shoulder. I try my best to hide the weakness in my legs and redness in my cheeks at the sight of him below me.

"Lovely to meet you." He says, standing back up with my cup in his hand. He nods his head towards Ellen, politely greeting her as well.

"Thanks." I reach for the cup and my fingers brush his lightly as I take it from him.

He stands proudly, looking down at me smiling before the director pulls him away to meet the others. As they walk past us, Jeffrey leans down to me, his mouth close to my ear.

"I can still taste you." My eyes widen and his deep whisper sends a chill straight to my aching cunt that he destroyed last night.

He walks away and I'm left standing there.. speechless. Goosebumps appear all over my arms. Before I'm done processing, Ellen leans in, "That was him... wasn't it?"

I nod my head, unable to move an inch. The producers call for Denny and myself to begin the scene and my heart races.

Ellen giggles and whispers from beside me before walking off. "Well... this should be interesting."

The End.

Might make a part 2 because I REALLY enjoyed writing this one. Xoxo

[ronearoundblindly]

Dirty Water

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

Prompt from this dirty ask game with our pairing from the Sun, Salt, and Shield series.

Summary: After a very long (but unofficial) courtship, where Steve is too shy to bring up your anatomy and his compatibility, a cultural misinterpretation quite literally sinks his resolve.

Warnings for smut (I'm gonna have to call this what it is and just say it's monster-f**king, or the one where Steeb gets maybe-CNC-boinked by a 'monster.' Sorry, babes. Ro's dipped a toe into the darkside for a smidge.) MINORS DNI. Poorly--or rather, not--edited and I have no idea the word count...

Steve swallows harshly and tries not to nervously splash his feet in the pool.

"What?" he chokes out.

He can't think of anything more articulate to say, not that it would matter when so much is lost in translation.

All you did was ask about the singing outside the doors of your 'room'--the retrofitted gym pool at the Avengers compound, the one is the basement without windows for your highly sensitive eyes--but he...could never have predicted why you were so curious.

"They're just enjoying themselves," he'd chuckled, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Do you sing?"

The look on your face, jaw slack and head tilting in contemplation, it should have warned him. You unfurled from your relaxed posture, the stance where your arms cross behind your back and fit atop the swell of your--he'd say tail, but it's more like your ass--rump, the rest of your body bent in a curve until your fin nearly touches the surface, and inched closer to his feet in the deep end.

"Yessssss," you hissed slowly through three rows of sharp teeth, crawling up his legs, out of the water, dripping over his lap as you braced large, webbed hands on either side of his hips.

Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch.

"You sing too?"

Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him.

Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales.

Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs.

Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart.

Oh god.

"What?" he now asks like an frightened teen seeing boobs for the first time.

"I make you sing?" Your broad green lips turn up in a smile. "Show me."

Suddenly, Steve's forgotten more english than you've learned. "Huh?"

Your flowing, textured hair, shapely even out of the water, sways when you cock your head to the side, looking through your lashes at him.

"How Stevie sing?"

He shivers for the first time in the cool water and lets an involuntary grunt leave his lips.

He's tried to stop himself from imagining your body and how it works to...ya know, and how he might...oh god, he's going to hell, but apparently, you've already been imagining that humans are either masturbating or fucking outside your door at all hours all the time--

--and oh shit, that means you sing as a part of sex.

He turns his head to the almost black ceiling and fails to think of anything else as the light from your body reflects in waves on every wall. He whimpers when he feels a ripple of muscle through the wet cotton of his jeans.

"Doll make Stevie sing?" Your voice is hoarse, and just as quickly as you say that by his throat, you flip back into the water. You can only breathe air for so long without hurting your throat and lungs.

He thinks he's off the hook, praying the tightness in his pants dissipates faster than they'll take to dry, but he lowers his head to find you peeking from the water, intent as ever on learning his ways.

He should be ashamed, so very fucking ashamed, of how badly he wants to take himself out of his pants and watch the wonder of those pretty eyes as he comes at the thought of you, but Steve's drowning in the hope that he can have you. It's been so long that he's wanted this, even in the most innocent ways.

Your final plea bubbles to the surface.

"Show?"

Steve inhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and licking his lips.

This is wrong, he thinks. You should not be doing this.

Yet he does it anyway because he wants to; he wants to so badly.

He sits up straight at the edge of the concrete, popping the button of his jeans and aches as he lowers the zipper. He can't meet your eye while he pulls out his semi-hard cock and fists it harshly.

You're so long that even looking away leaves your shimmering tail in sight, and he thinks he sees you rattle in excitement. It makes him shiver again, and the vibration shakes the moan escaping his tight chest.

Yikes, it does sound a bit like he's singing...

What the hell are you even doing?

Of course, he knows he's touching himself and he knows well enough how to do that, but he shouldn't be doing this in front of you, much less enjoying it. His blood is running so hot beneath his skin, though, the chilly pool feels soothing over his shins where he rolled up his pants (to no avail).

The heat floods his veins and mind to the point rational thought quiets, and Steve's eyes slither up your demure form.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more noise he makes, and his rampant imagination feeds off the sight of that gap in your scales visible as it undulates in the refraction beneath his feet.

He leans his head back and closes his own eyes at just the wrong moment.

Mid-whine, he misses the splashing sound that would have warned him you were coming, and instead Steve is pummeled by the end of your tail and topples into the pool, shocked and sputtering salty water until his body is pinned to the flat of the concrete wall he used to be perch on.

As he scrambles to toss his arms over the ledge, he feels claws dragging his jeans farther down his legs, and the fabric hangs like an anchor while the silky-slick webbing of your fingers glides up and down his thighs.

Then your tongue runs the length of his cock, making Steve moan embarrassingly loud and thrust his hips forward. If he weren't in the water, he'd be a puddle.

Pleasure races up and down his spine, fighting for dominance over the feeling of cold when he slips from the ledge and submerges briefly.

He barely registers the loss of your tongue and your quick lap of swimming before you're backing into him again.

It's on your ass, too, the soft entrance like you rubbed against his knee, but he could not have imagined what it could do--what you could do--how you could manipulate your muscles inside your tail.

He has no brainpower left to describe it. Steve just lets go, trusting your body to hold his weight as one hand grips the mossy softness of your waist and the other hand spreads over your lower back. Out of instinct, he tries to get leverage to push himself in and out of you, but that's useless.

There's a strong ripple of muscle that pulls him in, and in, and in, delicately tight on his sensitive cock and wide enough to slowly suck his balls into the massaging cavern.

Steve's eyes roll far into his head. He's going to pass out if this keeps up.

"Doll," he gasps, but it's too quiet in the slosh of the water. "Please, I'm--"

A clear, high note crescendos from the deep below, something disturbingly pure and paralyzing, and Steve can't move. He can only feel and experience a siren's song in action.

His body twitches violently before his cum is milked sensually, desperately, methodically from his cradled and ravaged pelvis, and never in Steve's long life has he ever been so fucking spent.

He whimpers when your cunt releases him, only faintly aware that he's propped on your back by his elbows as you swim to the shallow end and let him 'stand' on his shaky legs.

The screeching hinge of the door startles him.

"Cap," the junior agent yells over your hiss from the bright light spraying in, "everything okay? I heard..."

Yeah, I couldn't describe it either, Steve thinks.

He spits water from his mouth. "Fine," he huffs back, "we were...singing, and I fell in."

"Oh. Alright. Sorry to disturb you, Miss G." The man nods his apology at your hand-covered eyes and leaves.

Steve can't help but laugh like an insane person, laying to properly float in the water, uncaring what you're up to until he gently hits the stairs leading out of the pool.

Your head rises out of the water hopefully, and he cups your cheeks, still chuckling. He has zero words to describe...anything at the moment, but he can show you a human tradition of affection in return.

Shifting as easily as a feather in the water, he pulls you two together and sweetly presses his salmon lips to your seaweed pout, letting your long locs fall over his own shoulders.

Soon, he's gasping for air again, yet just before you dunk below the surface, you grin and coo at him.

"Stevie sings lovely."

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

what...the hell have i done. *hits post before final two braincells protest*

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[roseykat]

can you maybe possibly hopefully write kitty reader with other members..? I'm more curious about your thoughts on hyung line

thank you anon! Here is hyung line and I might do a maknae line at some point to follow this one up.

(these are nsfw so read with caution)

I've mentioned Chan before with this idea but to reiterate, Chan can usually deal with her whenever she goes into heat - to a certain extent. He can tame her whenever she misbehaves such as by telling her off or setting up soft rules for her to follow - nothing harsh or drastic. But, my hard thoughts about kitty!reader and Chan are here x

Minho is a cat magnet and just has a lot of knowledge about them, their nature, behaviour, habits and whatnot. So when he and reader first met, and after she told him about her complexes to do with her anatomy, he just instantly knew and understood. There was no judgement whatsoever.

Now, Minho is physically articulate with how to 'deal' with her especially when it comes to her heat. He can't comprehend how exhausting it is for her to go through it and tries to make it as comfortable as possible and tends to her needs as much as he can - as much as his stamina can.

At times she wants to stop, to stop cumming whenever she needs to use dildos or vibrators to satiate her primal needs. Then again, Minho knows she can't help it. This is literally how she was designed. Now if it's kitty!Minho and kitty!reader, he would have her heats covered. He'd be able to handle them every day of the week, no sweat. He gives her his seed when she wants it - breeds her when she asks for it and would never get tired.

Changbin is a very observant person and every day that goes by, he learns something new about his kitty!reader. He discovers that she won't let others play with her tail, but when it comes to him it's fine. He knows that she likes being scratched lightly behind her ears and prefers to rest between his legs whenever they both get the chance.

Then at times, she can be so stubborn and doesn’t listen to him. Changbin notices that this is usually the case three or four days out from the first day of her heat to which he does his best track. She gets aggressive. Won't let him touch her, won't let him go near her space, becomes a bit irrational - but the second her heat hits, she’s all over Changbin.

He can keep up with her for a certain amount of time each day of the week and eventually gets worn out. But that still doesn't stop him from helping her. At the end of her heat, she's run to the ground and completely exhausted. That's when Changbin will pull out the best self-care methods such as running her hot baths, giving her massages to relieve her tired and sore muscles, feeding her well, and relaxing with her - all so she can come down from an incredibly tough week.

Hyunjin just loves, loves, loooooves teasing his pretty kitty!reader. He thinks she’s so cute when he does something annoying to make her hiss. For instance, he knows the most sensitive parts of her body, in particular her neck and ears, so sometimes he will just come up behind her and start kissing her neck to which she can’t help but submit to the feeling and starts melting in his arms. It’s in her nature after all.

In saying that, when it comes to her heats, Hyunjin is just as annoying if not slightly sadistic about it. He finds it interesting how antsy, clingy, handsy and horny she can get during the days where she has to claw at Hyunjin to fuck her. He makes use of her being in this state by overstimulating her until she’s crying and begging him to stop even though, anatomically speaking, she needs him to continue.

Every day throughout the week, Hyunjin has new ways of subduing her primal needs. On the occasion, he will use toys to help her. But he finds that making her cum himself, whether it’s with his fingers, mouth or cock, is much more rewarding.

[yaasirambles]

FRAT BOY JAEHYUN TRYING TO ASK YOU OUT BUT YOU NEVER REALLY NOTICED HIM BECAUSE YOU’RE ACADEMIC WEAPON ERA IS SKYROCKETING. then you had a one night stand with him when you got drunk and now he can’t stop thinking of you being on your knees and he n e e d s you like NOW

FratBoy!Jaehyun you meet at a party ur friend was hosting and begging you to go to because "you need to get out of the house. Let loose. Stop studying so damn much. It won't kill you for one night 🙄"

You give in. Get all dressed up and hot. Suddenly you see a boy from one of your GE classes. Jaehyun. He comes in with some other guys. You strike up a convo talking about the class. You felt comfortable talking with him since you previously were partnered for a past project for Bio. and he asks you how you got to the party. You explain its a party your friend and her sorority girls are hosting as a collab with one of the frats. "Oh. I'm in that frat. That's why I'm here" he laughs. "No kidding. I kinda saw that coming" you tease him since he totally looks the type.

The night goes on and you two kinda stick by each other. Talking. Drinking. Not too much. But enough to get relaxed and a little more bold and touchy. You're sitting on the couch together and his arm is around your shoulder. Your body relaxed into his side. His fingers lightly scratching your arm. You turn your head to look at him. He's sooo fucking hot. And you just kiss his neck. He's surprised and then chuckles softly "you good?" He looks down at you. "Just letting myself do something I want for once" you whispers and bite his skin a little. He groans and then whispers "Let's go to a room" and you nod. You lead him to your friends room where she said you could stay for the night if anything. You pull him in and close the door. Activities ensue

You see him in class a few days later. You haven't talked about the hook up. But neither of you can stop thinking about it. He looks at you in class and his mind runs wild with the memories of you gripping onto him, nails dragging down his back and moaning his name. Every time he fucking sees you in class or on campus it all floods back and he can't take it.

He texts you one day "Hey. Can we study together? This exam has me nervous" So you let him come over to your place. Your hair clipped up in a hair clip. Some strands around your face. A tight shirt hugging your body. Casual Lil shorts. He groans to himself. He tries to study with you. But he can't take it anymore. He drops his pencil on "accident" and you squat down to pick it up. You feel his eyes on you and you look up at him. "You good?" You ask him and he doesn't answer. His palm caresses your cheek and his thumb swipes over your bottom lip. You open your mouth and he slides his thumb him. You start sucking on it. And he groans "fuck. You look so fucking pretty on your knees like that. Been thinking about it for so long" and your tongue swirls around his thumb. You look up at him innocently and settle on your knees. Your hands rubbing the tops of his thighs before you start to undo his belt and unzip his pants...

Some type of bio studying was done, maybe more of a hands on anatomy lesson? 🤭

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omg wait talking about that could i request a tan x med student reader where she uses him to study for her anatomy final,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like idk she asks him for help to study anatomy and he’s like,,, sure! cuz bbg will have other plans in mind but then she fr starts STUDYING and he’s like,,, r u fr. and like tracing the veins or sumn and she’s sososososos concentrated????

pLSLSLS IDK WHAT OTHER DETAILS TO GIVE NGL BUT FEEL FREE TO DO WHATEVER U WANNA (and to not do it as well btw it’s completely fine and it’s a very weird request 😭😭😭) n ways love u mwuaks

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hii angel!! anything to do with arm veins I gobble right up! also I remember nothing from biology at school so this is really short with virtually no sciencey words😭 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

IN VEIN.

tangerine x fem reader (med student)

^ has no relevance, it’s just really fucking hot

word count. 298

With your anatomy finals approaching faster than you like, you find yourself seeking help - deciding you want to ask your boyfriend to be your model while you study and revise.

"Okay, now top off," you playfully smile, nose scrunching almost innocently. 

"Is that necessary?" Tangerine asks, brows inquisitively furrowing. "Aren't you just looking at my arms?"

"Yep," you say matter-of-factly, tapping your pen on his shoulder. "Come on, now. I'm on a tight schedule."

He chuckles softly, slipping his t-shirt over his head. "Better?" 

You hum, pleased, eyes raking over his bare chest. Feeling his gaze bore holes into the side of your face, you look up - only now noticing the smirk that lines his lips. 

Clearing your throat, you shrug dismissively - acting nonchalant as you pick up his arm, holding under his elbow. You run a finger over a vein on the side of his arm, following the prominent artery with delicate touch, taking note of the placement and size. Sole attention on his lower arm as you scribble into the notebook on your lap, jotting everything down - ignoring the confused hums Tangerine makes.

"Now do this with your hand," you instruct, showing the motion you want him to copy - balling your hand into a fist.

"So you weren't takin' the piss," he murmurs, an amused chuckle slipping as he repeats the action you asked of him. 

You shake your head, too focused to engage with his flirty antics right now—maybe later, just not now—continuing to glide a finger over the raised streaks running up his arm. 

Finishing up on the section of notes, scribbling words across the page, you turn to look up at him - features forcefully stoic. "Okay, now bend over and spread them cheeks— gotta practice prostate exams."

I got distracted and ended up looking at arm veins bc I was looking for scientific words😭😭 look at my top post lmao

also I apologise for the ending, I thought it was funny but idk if that crosses a line😭 reader was just playing, we’re so silly

[chvoswxtch]

frank? can I have an americano? was just thinking about the greys anatomy quote "oh screw beautiful, I'm brilliant! if you wanna appease me, compliment my brain!"

CRISTINA IS MY FAVORITE

yes you absolutely can <3

blurb below the cut

order for frank with a shot of grey's anatomy

The elevator already felt small with Frank’s large frame taking up most of it, but with your silent simmering frustration filling the rest of the confined space like a dense fog, the heavy tension made it feel even more cramped. Subtly turning his head to look at you, Frank was clueless about why you seemed so pissed off. Everything had gone according to plan without a hitch. No bullets were fired, no blood was shed; the only violent thing that had happened all night was you shoving the retrieved key card into Frank’s chest when he met you in the alley behind the hotel.

Frank couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, not just because he was trying to figure out why you were so angry with him, but also because of how good you looked. The elegant gown looked like it was made to be worn by you, and the color suited you perfectly. Your hair was in a different style than normal, and he realized he’d never seen you so dolled up before. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t mentioned your appearance once all night. Was that why you were upset? You thought he didn’t notice?

“You uh, you look beautiful.”

Frank thought it was the right thing to say, but the way you snapped your head in his direction and glared at him with fire in your eyes, he quickly knew he had been very wrong, and he was now even more perplexed. 

“Oh screw beautiful, I’m brilliant! If you wanna appease me, compliment my brain.”

It was your goddamn plan that worked flawlessly. You’d managed to talk Frank out of jumping straight to beating the shit out of his target to get the information he needed, and instead presented him with a seamless plan to get the information yourselves. All you needed was the man’s personal key card to gain access to his office where he kept his restricted files, and you’d found out he was attending a charity event that weekend, which created the perfect opportunity to swipe it.

The plan was simple. You attend the event as a guest, innocently collide with the target, charm him long enough to pick his pocket, and make a stealth exit. Frank’s role was to keep an eye on you with a sniper rifle from above, ready to strike if necessary. Initially, he’d been stubborn and given you push back. He didn’t think it would work, and he didn’t like you putting yourself at risk. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to agree to do things your way, and he kept reminding you up until the moment you went inside that he didn’t like it.

But it fucking worked.

It was perfect. You got in, got exactly what you needed, and got out in record time. The guy probably wouldn’t even realize his key card was missing until Monday morning. But did Frank say anything about how smoothly things went? No. Did he admit that he had been wrong to doubt you? No. Did he even acknowledge that your way worked? No.

Watching you cross your arms over your chest while you let out a huff of irritation, it seemed to finally click for him why you were so pissed, and Frank let out an amused chuckle which earned him another glare from you. Reaching out with his hand, Frank pushed the emergency button to stop the elevator, and when he caught the look of confusion interwoven in your expression of annoyance, the edge of his mouth quirked up in a faint smirk.

“Alright, fine. You were right. Your way worked better. It was a damn good plan, and I shoulda listened from the start. That better?”

Still glaring daggers in his direction, you stared at him silently for a moment before turning away to face the closed elevator doors.

“I’d like that in writing.”

“Think I got a napkin somewhere in the truck. That work for ya?”

“Don’t forget to sign and date it.”

Frank just shook his head at your snappy reply, pressing the emergency button again to get the elevator to continue its descent, letting out a light chuckle.

“Yes ma’am.”

[hopefulromances]

Could you do a fic with either Roy or Jamie with a female partner who’s a critical care nurse? Lots of fluff and comfort if possible 💜 no worries if you don’t want to write it!!! Thanks!

Yes, thank you for the request!

I have watched 17 seasons of Grey's Anatomy, so I hope I can do this justice. I'm also making this Roy x Reader.

Hope you enjoy!

TW: discussion of medical care, mentions of death, but nothing too in depth.

It came with the job, days like today. As a critical care nurse you saw people at their absolute worst. Sick and dying people were your patients and you had to do everything you could to keep them safe and heal them. Sometimes, you won and people made it through the day. Sometimes people got better and got to go home.

But then there were days like today. When it felt like every patient you touched got worse. You were just a nurse, not a surgeon or a doctor, all you could do was your best as you ventilated, took labs, and gave them the comfort they needed in their final moments.

The truth was by the time patients got to you they were usually in their final days anyway. The most you could do was provide peace and comfort as they passed. But that didn't make it any less difficult.

coming home soon?

It was a text from Roy. Roy who was your best friends brother. Roy who was the best thing to happen to you since starting med school.

soon, long day xx

You replied to him quickly before shoving your phone in your pocket. The sooner you got out of here the sooner you could get home to him. Everything was okay when you were with him.

You finished up your final duties for the evening. Signing charts, and final rounds before finally making your way home.

As you opened the door, you were bombarded with the beautiful smell of Roy cooking. You walked into the kitchen, placing your bag down and smiling at him.

He was completely engrossed in his cooking, airpods ins, clearly immersed in whatever audio book he was listening to. You could tell because of the way he his eyes widened occasionally, letting out a chuckle at the plot of the book.

You let out a sigh, letting the weight of the day dissipate as you walked over to him. He glanced up, noticing you as you came closer.

He reached up and took out one of his airpods.

"Welcome home," he murmured as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He met you in a brief kiss, putting on arm around you waist while he continued stirring with his other hand.

You leaned into his side, picking up his airpod to slip it in your ear.

“ 'The worm is now beneath the crawler,” Kynes said. “You are about to witness a thing few have seen.' "

Roy had been listening to Dune for what felt like months now. But it was a long fucking book and he was loving it. He read it next to you in bed, gasping and reacting all hours of the night. It was stupid how cute it was.

He held up his wooden spoon to you and to took a taste. Delicious as always. You closed your eyes and rested on him, enjoying the smell of the food, the sound of the book, and the warmth of his body.

You felt Roy's lips on your forehead and you hummed in appreciation.

"Long day?" he surmised.

"Yeah," you told him, kissing his shoulder. "Just happy to be home. How was yours?"

"Well, I wasn't saving lives," He told you. "But I did very nearly kill one."

You laughed as he went into his story about how Jamie had tried to trick Roy into only running 5 miles. He knew this was what you needed after a long day. Silliness, warmth and food.

Roy looked down at you as he told his ridiculous story, watching as you relaxed into his side. He held you closer to him, embellishing his story to get you to smile.

He was so proud of you and what you did. He just wanted you to relax at the end of a long day. And if he could do that by holding you close and feeding you food then yeah, he could do that.

[graymanshoots]

captain price, right, but you’re so distracted by him all day because he just looks so good, and eventually he notices you undressing him with your eyes, and he asks you to his office

giggles and runs away

Omg my first request! I will do the best I can :3 🙏

Captains orders

Word count: 2481

(fem anatomy)

Warnings: UK military inaccuracies, dubious consent (nothing explicitly stated), authoritative advantage, blow jobs, rough sex

Eyes locked with his you couldn't look away, whether it be for training, lunch, paper work, or leisure time. Your eyes never strayed far from your captain who had been casually wearing a tight black compression shirt and his military fatigues around base for the last few days.

The distraction had proved poor work results on your end which left you on your captain's bad side for the day. With what seemed to be frustrated reluctance he called you to his office later that day the realization that you had fucked up pouring over you like a bucket of ice.

It was around 19:00 when you had entered the captain's office.

The dark oak of his desk is shiny and clean with minimal clutter, the captain's elbows resting on the desk, his hands clasped together under his chin.

Without saying a word John gestured to the cushioned seats that were placed in front of his desk, his gaze heavy and intimidating on you.

Not wanting to wade further into the muddy mess you created for yourself, you quickly take a seat, eyes averting from your captain for the first time that day.

The silence felt suffocating, the unknowingness to why he called you down to his office caused your insides to turn.

“You’ve been distracted lately y/n and your performance has decreased because of it.” he started, cutting through the silence with the known fact. “Do you understand the importance of our upcoming assignment, if you're not prepared then-” you're quick to cut him off on impulse, “I'm not broken…” John's steely gaze caused you to shut your mouth, shrinking into the cushions of the chair.

“Sorry captain.” you quickly muttered out the heat of his stare burning holes through you.

He let out a sigh of what you assumed to be frustration and sat back in his chair, his legs spread comfortably beneath his desk.

“A poor performance will not be rewarded, you understand that sergeant, yes?” he asked, standing from his seat.

John walked around the desk and leaned against the front of it now standing directly in front of you. You could see the frustration in his eyes, the way his tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips and the way he shifted in his stance observing you. He patiently waited for your answer crossing his arms as he gave you a pointed look.

You found yourself nodding along even though you couldn't quite remember what he had said to you previously.

You didn't even realize he was speaking again until he tapped your shoulder, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of your t-shirt.

“Stand, sergeant.” he demanded, watching as you scrambled to follow his order feeling as if you've dug yourself into a deeper hole.

“Lost in thought again? I never figured you'd be the one to blatantly disrespect me sergeant.." Price trailed off walking past you towards his door.

“I mean no disrespect sir i've just had a lot on my mind lately. I promise I'm good for the mission. It's just been a trouble to focus this week but I'm getting myself in check.” you start explaining watching as your captain stops in front of his door.

“On your knees, soldier.” He says keeping his back to you as he speaks.

Your mind went blank the minute the words left his lips and you cocked your head to the side in confusion,”Sir-..what?” you wanted to make sure you heard him right.

“I said, On Your Knees.” he repeated turning to you, the expression he held almost enough to make you drop immediately.

“Bad soldiers are to be reprimanded and punished, right?” His tone was condescending when he asked the question but you couldn't help but let out a verbal agreement.

With that the lock on his door clicked in place and you dropped to your knees.

“Since you've been having so much trouble, why don't I give you something to focus on?” He said less as a question more as an idea.

You were kneeled on the ground looking up at John's approaching figure as the knot in your stomach dissipated into something more heated.

John grabbed your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes, hunger reflecting back at you in his steely blues.

With his free hand he unbuckled his belt pulling it off and tossing it to the side before popping open the buttons of his fatigues.

You could see the outline of his thick cock half hard and heavy in his boxers. The grip he had on your chin tightened as he pushed the fabric down enough to free his thickness. “Open.” he said, his voice taking hold of you as your body followed his order before you could even think.

John slid his cock between your lips groaning quietly at the feeling of you taking him so obediently. John was heavy on your tongue, your throat straining to accommodate him as he thrusted slowly into your mouth.

The hand that gripped your jaw slipped to the back of your head holding you firmly so you took John down to the base. Your hands balled into fists on your lap as you feel his head pushing against the back of your throat. “So focused now that you've got a cock down your throat, eh?” there was a confident smugness to his demeanor.

You could only hum out a response mouth too full to speak, you could feel warmth begin to build in your lower stomach as John thrusted his length shallowly between your lips.

Each thrust almost caused you to gag your eyes watering at the repeated abuse of your throat. John’s eyes were shut and he let out shallow breaths, his grip tightening in your hair.

You felt tears fall from your eyes as you brought your hands up to his thighs for better stability.

“Fuck… should’a had you do this instead of training.” he huffed out looking down into your teary gaze bringing his hand down to wipe away the tears.

You let your captain use your throat like a toy inhaling his musky scent, your underwear feeling damp between your clenched thighs.

The wet sounds of him fucking your throat seemed so loud in his quiet office where the only other noise came from the soft whirr of the air conditioning.

He didn't fail to notice how you rubbed your legs together while you choked down his dick, he let out a huff of air shaking his head.

Price pulls you off of him watching as you greedily sucked in breaths, your spit slicked lips open to inhale.

John gives you little time to gain your bearings before he’s grabbing you by your upper arm, forcing you to stand.

He wordlessly pushes you to sit on a desk and slots himself between your thighs, his solid cock resting over your clothed slick.

“You gonna be obedient and let me stuff you full sargent?” he questioned bringing his palm over your mound causing a whine to come from you.

“Yes…” your voice came out breathless as you met his gaze with shaky eyes hazy with desire.

He patted your thigh prompting you to lift your hips allowing him to pull your pants off your underwear soon following.

He could feel his cock twitch at the sight of your slick heat, the need to be deep in you growing with every second.

He brings his thumb over your clit circling over it with gentleness he didn’t spare when you had him down your throat.

“Got all riled up from sucking me off.” he said, swiping his finger through your slit teasing before sinking his pointer and ring finger into you.

He hears a sharp intake of breath from you and tears his focus away from your sweat twitching cunt that was enveloping his fingers.

“C’mon look at me.” he murmured, bringing his other hand to the back of your neck to bring your mind back into focus.

Staring into his eyes like this with his fingers in you and his hand squeezing the back of your neck comfortingly felt almost intimate for a quick fuck with your captain.

John begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, occasionally stopping inside of you to stretch you out with scissoring motions.

You try to keep your focus on his eyes but are quickly distracted by the pleasure he provided you, moans falling from your lips and eyes twisted shut.

Concerned for possibly getting caught, John slots his lips with yours swallowing down your sounds of satisfaction. His kiss was intoxicating as he pulled you deeper leaning his body over yours.

You rested back on your hands, one coming up around the back of his neck gripping the shorter hairs at the back of his head.

He continued working you open as you squirm in his hands, your muscles tightening as you felt the ache between your thighs grow more unbearable by the minute.

You both reluctantly pull away from the kiss needing air, a thin connection of saliva linked between your lips as you panted.

Price pressed his forehead against yours as he removed his fingers from your cunt. He brought his hand down to his cock that still hung heavy between his legs.

You wrapped both arms around his shoulders, your hands intertwined at the back of his neck while he used his free hand to support the both of you on his desk. He pumped his cock slowly before slotting it against your cunt thrusting it between your legs to spread your slick over it.

The thought of protection hasn't crossed your mind until now seeing the pale white bead of precome spilling from his slit as he rutted against your swollen clit.

“Captain.” The sound of his title has John's eyes flitting to you immediately, his body stiffening slightly before relaxing again.

“I'm clean but do you need protection?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper, your face feeling warm at the question.

“If im gonna fuck you im going to do it properly if thats alright with you?” he groaned, rutting his hips against yours, eliciting a breathy whine.

You nod, giving him the okay as he lines himself with your hole, his muscles tensing as he slowly sinks into your slick cunt.

John rested his forehead against your shoulder as your back arched, hands grabbing at his hair while he stretched your walls beyond what they had previously experienced.

Your walls fluttered around his cock trying to adjust to his thicker girth and a pained whimpered coming from you at the accommodation.

“You're almost there…” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck to soothe you.

It didn't take long for him to bottom out a tense sigh leaving him and he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses.

He was being so gentle it was confusing, if you had been some stranger walking in you would have assumed you had walked in on two lovers having a private moment.

His softness didn't last when he felt you relax.

John pulled out almost completely leaving his tip snug in your war walls before snapping his hips forward rutting into you mercilessly.

Feeling him push so deep I couldn't help the choke gasp that spilled from you, your legs hanging uselessly at his sides and your arms bringing him closer gripping hard.

His large hand rests at the small of your back pushing your hips into his while the other braces against the groaning wood of his desk. His head hangs over your soldier quick and quiet grunts coming from him as he hungrily rutted into you balls audibly slapping against your ass.

You desperately tried to muffle your moans, bringing a hand up to cover your lips, not stopping the moans from vibrating in your throat.

“Fucking perfect-” Price groaned pulling your hips further of the edge so you were being predominantly supported by him.

Your body trembled in his arms and your cunt dripped around his cock as heat spread across your skin.

Even the best hookups you've had in the past could never compare to the taste, smell or feel of your captain.

Everything about him set your senses on fire and you couldn't help but take advantage of this moment.

The hands that was on your back moved to your hip caressing you like you were porcelain while he fucked you like a machine.

His hand moves between your thigh, his thumb moving in circles around your clit again pushing you further to the edge.

You could feel the tension coiling in your abdomen, your nails leaving crescent imprints in your captain's skin as you felt all your muscles tense a shuttered moan leaving you as everything snapped.

Price let out a strangled noise as you gripped him like a vice cuming over his cock a sticky ring of your release forming around him as he continued his unrelenting tempo.

Overstimulation set in quickly as you tried to writhe out of his grip causing him to pull you into his chest.

“Just a little bit more, love.” He panted wrapping an arm around your middle hoisting you off the desk causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He fucked up into you his movement sloppy and eratic, “Not gonna run from me, you can take it.” he grunted.

You clawed at his back with sobbed moans dizzy off of your captain.

With a few more deep sloppy thrusts you could feel John’s warm come stuff your cunt full.

He set you back down on his desk with a few more languid thrusts as you went limp against him.

Your chest rose and fell with deep breaths as you rested against John, feeling him rub your back soothingly.

He pulled away from you to look at the mess between your thighs, his cock softening as he pulled out, allowing for his come to slip from between your lips.

“Fuck…” he muttered bringing his hands between your thighs to spread your cunt out watching as the almost translucent slick to pool on his desk.

He looks back up at you noticing your dazed expression and grabs you by your chin, “look at you now that you’ve been properly fucked.” he smirked pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling away.

He tucks his cock away and helps you clean up and dress as you were still dazed and unsure on your feet.

Before dismissing you he pats your ass at the door “Try not to be trouble Sargent next time i won't be as lenient.” he says before sending you on your way.

‘Next time…’ you think to yourself as you walk back to the barracks on shaky legs with your captain's release still dripping out of you.