#MOST people you talk to will consider thumbs as a finger but i am just ensuring that the word choice is purposeful

[nahidasgarden]

checking in on your fingers-

how many fingers do you have?

That's an interesting question! I've always been told humans have 10 digits and I've never bothered to count my own. There's not really a use for double checking, after all!

Let's see....

Hmmm...

Yup! I have 10! Hopefully that doesn't change anytime soon :)

[nightwngz]

Hi this is my first time requesting! Can you write a Damian Wayne NSFW where it’s my first time meaning the family he is stressed out and needs relaxing. (But the bat fam is home for the holidays) so no noises. I hope this makes sense!! Thank you so much love your writing!!!

— 𝓣𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧!! eng.

older!damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… drabble. porn with plot. smut. dirty talk, fingering, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼��𝗲… I'm so tired with college that I didn't even have time to proofread it properly. An apology for that ;(

For a long time, Wayne Manor was the home of several people who, as they grew up and matured, moved on to other places to perform their duties as vigilantes. As a result, the mansion has had three primary owners: Bruce and Damian Wayne, as well as Alfred Pennyworth, the mansion's butler, now considered part of the family. Meanwhile, the others came and went on the grounds of the mansion. Holidays were one of the most important times when the whole family was finally together.

When Damian explained it to you in a simple way, despite not being a member of the detective clan, you could easily deduce how stressful it would be for your poor boyfriend to have the whole family at home for a week or two; so you offered to go and keep him company. Unfortunately, you never thought he would take you up on your offer.

It was the moment you found yourself on the huge bed in his room that you realized how stressful this situation would be for Damien. His face reflected incredible discomfort as he stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his hips.

You couldn't help but feel assaulted by the fleeting physical beauty that young Wayne possessed. Aside from the fact that only a towel encircled his waist, leaving the line of defined abs completely exposed, every inch of his body with such masculine features stood out when he showered...and when he was in a bad mood.

In a bad mood as it is now.

He hadn't said a word since he came out of the bathroom. He just walked over to where you were lying and moved in until he was completely on top of you, so close that you could not even move your body without running the risk of brushing an inch of his skin.

Immediately, he moved closer until his lips reached the exposed skin of your neck. You longed for his warmth, but you were still afraid that someone might hear you with so many people in the mansion.

— Damian... someone might hear us — You told him quietly as you tried to pull his lips away from your face.

— That's not a problem... — He said, admiring you with his deep green eyes. — Only if you know how to keep quiet.

The seriousness of his words sent an electric current down your spine. Your heart pounded against your chest and quickened as you felt Damian's breath on your pants and soon the sound of the zipper coming down.

Not long after that, he was so deep inside you that he had to cover your lips with his hand to keep you completely silent.

You knew it was a bad idea. You did it mostly because Damian needed it to relieve his stress, but sooner or later the pleasurable sensation deep in your stomach that prevented you from making a sound would suffocate you.

A finger slipped between your wet lips to give you some kind of incentive. He slid his thumb around your throbbing clit, leaving you stunned and breathing fast, so close to cum that even the gentle touch began to feel sensitive.

Later, he moved the hand that was silencing your sounds away from your face, but when the air hit your lungs again, he came closer and stuck his tongue deep into your mouth and gave you an embracing kiss.

— Shh, it's okay, beloved. You can do this. — He murmured, admiring you with malice reflected in his eyes.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Such a Privilege - Leona

Author Notes: This fic just kind of flew together while I was killing time. There isn't actually much to say about it other than I am rather pleased with how snarky some of the dialogue turned out. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ flirtation/ post Octavinelle chapter

Word Count: 1125

Leona had a bad habit. One that you’d initially discovered when you’d been staying with him in the Savannaclaw dorm while the Octatrio had held Ramshackle dorm for ransom. You had not, however, realized exactly how bad his habit was until more recently.

The issue was quite simple. Leona got cuddly when he was sleepy, and the problem only increased tenfold when he was actually asleep.

When you’d been staying in his room at Savannaclaw, it hadn’t really been that big of a deal. It had just meant that, after moving from the couch to his bed due to Grim’s bad habit of scratching things in his sleep and Leona’s declaration that his couch was not getting destroyed by your talking cat, you’d had to get used to waking up in the Housewarden’s embrace. 

Which wasn’t exactly an unpleasant thing considering this was Leona you were dealing with. After all, he was surprisingly good at giving some of the best hugs, and said hugs were usually impossible to receive.

The two of you’d had an unspoken agreement that neither of you would speak of the nightly cuddles during that entire time, and everything had been fine. Delightful, even.

But then, after everything had been resolved and you were back in Ramshackle, you’d taken to studying in the botanical garden near Leona’s napping spot.

You’d grown fond of the lion beastman in an odd sort of way during your stay with him, and you didn’t actually get to see him very often, so it had seemed like a good plan. You got to spend time with Leona and had a quiet place to study. What more could a Prefect want?

Truthfully speaking, you hadn’t even noticed when the young man had begun creeping your way. Growing steadily closer until it was too late.

Arms wrapped around your waist, steadily tightening as you realized, far too late, what was happening. Leona’s head pressed first against your hip and then, with a disgruntled snort, shifted until your lap had been claimed as his makeshift pillow.

You stared in surprise at the now relaxed young man, who seemed perfectly content now that you were officially his cushion.

But his content came at a steep price. You weren’t going to get any worthwhile studying done with Leona snoozing away on your lap, and you were most certainly trapped.

Waking Leona was no easy task, and the outcome probably wouldn’t be to your advantage, what with the importance of letting sleeping lions lie and all that. Ruggie could attest to that simple truth, and this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

In fact, this had been happening ever since you’d started studying in the botanical garden.

You briefly frowned at the prince, snoozing away on your lap, before sighing and resolving yourself to do the only thing you could do and amuse yourself with the source of your problem.

Besides, even if he complained, you could cite it as his nap tax.

Your hands slid into his soft, healthy-feeling hair easily, and your eyes widened as his head rolled back into your palm slightly. Almost like he was encouraging you to continue toying with the chocolatey strands that smoothly slid between your fingers. 

You smiled to yourself as he somehow relaxed further the longer you massaged his scalp until your gaze shifted, landing on his fluffy-looking ears, and you felt a grin creep across your face.

You hesitated only briefly before carefully reaching out and carefully rubbing your thumb over the back of his ear. 

They were velvety, and you felt your eyes go wide at exactly how pettable Leona, of all people, was. 

His ears twitched slightly at your touch, and you felt yourself freeze. Your gaze darting back to his face, only to find him continuing to snooze away. Peaceful and utterly unaware of your actions.

You smiled again, shrugging to yourself slightly as you went back toying with his hair. Amusing yourself even as you remain trapped as his pillow and idly considering how the young man would react if you were to undo his braids and redo his hairstyle.

 You only went still when Leona shifted. Rolling over to look up at you with far too much amusement shining in his bright green eyes for you to feel totally comfortable.

You stared down at him in silence and he only seemed to grow more amused the longer the silence between the two of you stretched. To be honest, though, you felt like a child who’d been caught with their hand in a cookie jar, while he looked like you’d fallen for some sort of carefully laid trap. 

That feeling of having been caught was only made worse when he finally spoke, words slipping from his mouth in an all-too-smug tone, “Nothing to say?”

You twitched as he broke the silence before frowning and slowly retracting your hands, “You’re the one who suddenly decided to use me as a pillow. What was I supposed to do?”

He yawned, showing no signs of moving, “I thought you were studying?”

Amusement continued to flicker in the emerald depths of his eyes as you stared at him incredulously. Hardly able to believe what you were hearing, “With you snoozing away on my lap? Like I would get anything done that way.”

He smirked almost immediately at your words, and you tensed as he began to speak, bracing for whatever it was that he was about to say, “So I’m too distracting for you?”

You looked away, not wanting to agree as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, yes. Completely,” Sarcasm dripped from your tone, but Leona hardly seemed phased.

He did, however, at long last sit up. Snorting to himself before twisting so that he could continue to face you, “Well, did you at least enjoy yourself, Herbivore? Not too many get to do that.”

The implication was clear: he’d let you toy with his hair, and pet his ears even though most would never be allowed to do such a thing.

But despite that, as your gaze slid back towards him, a grin was already creeping across your face, “Be his Royal Majesty’s pillow, you mean? I didn’t realize it was such a privilege.”

He merely continued to grin at your deliberate misinterpretation of your words as you continued. Tilting your head in amusement as you finished, “I doubt that’ll be the last time that happens anyway.”

He shifted only slightly, angling his body so that he dipped into your personal space as he lifted his chin with a smirk, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

You snorted slightly, your eyebrows lifting in amusement, before you gave the slightest of nods, “I guess so.”

[wysteria-bloom]

honkai star rail x f!reader - random prompts

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characters : caelus, welt, sampo, gepard, dan heng

warnings : none! :) sfw

a/n : im obsessed with this game and its characters!! Huohuo and sampo have my whole heart ❤️❤️ requests are 100% open for hsr, so feel free to suggest whatever ideas you have and i will write them! Be mindful that I am currently moving onto the second story chapter so i wont know stuff about jing yuan or blade!! I'm definitely doing one with the girl characters after this one-

Prompt : ̗̀➛Caelus touching [name]'s face and telling her that her face is really soft.

When talking with Caelus, you typically notice the far-off look he gets in his eyes. It’s as though his mind is in a distant land and yet his physical form is present here, with you.

It was an endearing trait of his, but also irritating. Especially when you’re trying to explain something extremely important to him.

He was definitely an odd one…

I mean, the first time you had met him he was head-first in a trash can searching for… something.

But… his strange quirks are what drew you to him. The times where he seemed emotionless were actually the times where he was the most gentle… and the times where he is the most aggressive he comes across as seemingly unhinged.

You were definitely down bad for this strange raccoon guy whom had a literal nuke within him.

Yeah, if your parents were still around they definitely wouldn’t be proud of your choices.

Sighing at the distant look in his eyes, you clicked your fingers in front of his face, frowning when he didn’t even blink,” Oi- Caelus!” You called out, frown deepening further when he didn’t respond,” Yahoo~? Astral Express to Caelus??”

He didn’t budge.

Biting your lip in frustration you went to pinch his cheeks but you were found frozen in shock when Caelus had, in fact, beaten you to it. His fingers were rough from how much he’s been swinging that destructive bat around but they had a comforting warmth surrounding them, and when mixed with the blush on your cheeks you felt as though your face could be considered a heat hazard at this point.

He pinched at your cheeks with a concentrated expression, fingers rubbing your skin gently like he was testing the feeling of it, deciding whether he liked it or not.

It was weird.

He was weird.

But fuck, was it adorable to you.

A hum slipped through his lips and he stopped pinching your cheeks, seemingly deciding on something as he just sort of cupped your face gently in his hands instead.

You blinked up at him in embarrassment and utter confusion,”… You gonna explain what’s going on in that strange head of yours orr…?”

A small smile curled onto his lips as his amber eyes swirled with affection and warmth,” Your skin is very soft… I like it.” He complimented bluntly, his thumbs caressing your cheeks to further emphasise his point.

You were silent for a long moment before furrowing your brows,” I-I… thank you??”

“No problem.”

Prompt : ̗̀➛Welt using [Name]'s lap as a pillow.

It had been a long day seemingly, and Welt felt as though he just wanted to collapse into a black hole.

Maybe even one of his own.

March was a lovely girl but her social personality was tiring… and she clashes too much with Dan Heng. It was like babysitting rowdy siblings.

When he had made it into the Astral Express with an exhausted cloud hanging over him, you noticed it almost immediately. You could pick it out from a crowd of people.

When he saw you his tired gaze seem to soften a little, an ounce of tenderness within them,”… We are never having kids.”

You let out a laugh as he made his way over to you, his head hanging ever so slightly,” Guessing the youngsters were a little too much for you?” You cooed out gently, watching his stiff movements with pity,” oh, dear… surely they weren’t that bad?”

“No, no… they were that bad.” He corrected as he sat down next to her huffing slightly,” I feel drained.”

“Hmm… thats the joy of children.” You teased lightly, gazing softly into his honey-coloured eyes as you pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose for him,” Do you want to sleep in my room for a while?”

“…” He watched her, studying your expression and feeling his admiration and love for you slowly consuming him.

Perhaps his exhaustive state was affecting his ability to think logically.

Or maybe that’s just what he wanted to beleive -

But when he found himself moving to lay his head in your lap, he felt as though nothing else in the world mattered to him except for how you make him feel.

You blinked in surprise for a moment at his actions, your hands frozen in the air before you slowly began to card your fingers through his hair. Smiling down at him in amusement you raised a brow,” Is my lap comfortable, love?”

“Well… I’m not uncomfortable.” He answered ambiguously, closing his weary eyes.

I chuckled lightly at that response, continuing to scratch at his scalp gently with my comforting fingers. He hummed in approval,” That’s nice…”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm…”

I sighed a little,” You can’t fall asleep on my lap, Welt.”

“ I disagree… I think this is a perfectly optimal place for me to rest.”

“My legs will die.”

“… a small price to pay.”

Sighing once more, a weak smile curled onto your lips as you took his glasses off for him, setting them to the side,” Alright, alright… Sweet dreams, love.”

There was a small curve to his lips at these words as he began to drift off.

Prompt : ̗̀➛Sampo teaching [Name] how to kiss

“Oh~? Well if it isn’t one of my dearest friends! [name], what brings you to the underground, huh?” Sampo cooed out with his usual easy-going smile on his lips, the sight of you filling his heart with genuine joy.

You blink up at him blankly before humming,” I came to speak with you, actually.” You answered honestly, arms crossing over his chest.

His placed a hand where his heart would be, a fake-shocked look on his face,” Moi?? Why, what a wonderful surprise!” He leaned down a little so he was looking eye-to-eye with you,” My heart swoons at the fact you think about me, doll! How endearing of you~”

You click your tongue, eyes narrowing up at him,” Don’t get too cocky, moron. I came down to make a purchase, not to see you personally.”

He ignored the disappointment he felt as he deflated slightly,” Ehhh? A purchase?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow,” I’m afraid I don;t have many valuable relics in stock at the moment—“

“I want to buy… a-advice.”

“Ehhhhh??” He was even more confused,” I understand I’m a veteran in this business and everything, but you don’t need to buy advice from me, doll. I can just give it to ya.”

You frowned a little at his response and just decided to rip the bandage off, eyebrows furrowing in determination,” Sampo… I want advice on how to kiss somebody.” You stated bluntly and full of purpose.

His eyebrows raised at that answer…’ Who is she prepping to kiss, I wonder?… lucky guy/girl.’ His heart felt like it was breaking.

“Huh? Why do you need to learn a skill like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively,” You planning on fooling around with someone, [name]? How scandalous—“

“No.” You interrupted instantly, bitting your lip to keep yourself from spilling information.

“What makes you think I would be good at kissing?”

“…. Do I really have to answe that?…”

“Yes, please.”

“No… you’d have to pay me if you want to hear that kind of praise from me.”

“Hmmm… I dunno…”

Her eyebrows furrowed,”… I will pay you handsomely if you teach me.”

He bursts into laughter as he pet her head affectionately before stopping himself,” There’s no need to pay me, doll, really!” Then he gave her a cocky smirk,” A chance to kiss you is payment enough~!”

You waved your hand dismissively,” Yeah, yeah, whatever you want… now teach me.” You seemed fairly eager.

Sampo is utterly amused at this, he shakes his head and gives an amused sigh. “Oh, this should be fun.” He says, his smirk turns into a smile. “Okay, come here. Let me show you.” He says and he pulls you close.

He puts his hand behind your head and he kisses you gently. Not too soft, and not too aggressive. You lean into the kiss almost immediately, shutting your eyes as you basked in the feeling of his lips against yours.

Sampo pulls away after a few moments and he’s blushing hard, his eyes locked on yours. “See? How’s that for a lesson?” He asks, his breath a little heavy but he smirks like he’s already planning something to do to you next. He was completely mesmerised by you.

“Hmm… I think I need another demonstration, I didn’t quite understand…” You mumbled, eyelashed fluttering up at him innocently.

Surprised and very eager at this response, he raised a brow and smirks. “You’re asking for more?” He asks. He shakes his head. “Okay then, have it your way..” he says and he pulls you in again. He kisses you a bit harder this time, his arm coming around you.

“Mphm!…” you were surprised by how much more aggressive this kiss was but you were able to adapt to it instantly, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you as you took complete control over the kiss.

Sampo is caught off guard by this, his eyes widening in surprise but he keeps kissing you, matching your intensity. One of his hands grabs your waist, the other hand running through your hair. He’s enjoying every second of this. “Mmm…” he says, between kisses.

Then, you pulled away, breathing heavily as you stared up at him with a hazy look in your eyes,” How was that?…”

Sampo’s chest is heaving, his heart is racing. He looks down at you, a big grin on his face. “I think that was perfect,” he says and his breath is shaky. “You’re a natural..” he adds with a smile, his eyes glowing,” In fact… I think you could teach me a few things… how about another try?”

“Sound good.”

Prompt : ̗̀➛[Name] catches a cold so Gepard makes sure all her needs are met like an overbearing mother.

A groan left your lips as you stared up at your ceiling hazily, your nose felt entirely blocked and your face was burning hot.

You were definitely sick. From what? You do not know.

But what you are aware of us how much of an overbearing boyfriend Gepard can be when you're sick like this.

You watched in amusement as he ran around your shared bedroom like a headless chicken, fixing the pillows beneath your head for about the hundredth time that day.

"Gepard... The damn pillows are fine, leave 'em alone." You mumbled, your voice was hoarse and scratchy. You just didn't sound well at all.

Gepard pauses in the middle of fluffing up your pillows to peer down at you for a moment," do you have to be so cranky whenever you get sick?" He rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, but in spite of that, he was still fussing over you, pulling the throw blanket over you and turning the humidifier to full blast.

"I'm only cranky when you start acting like my mom. I've already got one, I don't need two." You watched as he opened the window to let fresh air into the room, and you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice to have cool breeze hitting your face.

Your response makes his cheeks puff out in kick annoyance, letting out a dramatic sigh," so your mother is the only one who is allowed to care for you?" He settles himself into the comfy rocking chair next to your bed as he looked over you with a tender smile on his lips," I bet you're not even aware of how cute you look while you're sick." He observes.

You huffed, letting out your millionth sniffle that day," yeah, yeah... Only you would find me cute with snot running from my nose." You teased, still finding his compliments charming however.

He smirks and makes a clicking noise at you in response," I think your snotty nose and feverish flush brings out your eyes." There's that charm of his again before his smirk settled into a warm smile," how do you feel, anyway?" There was worry lacing his words.

He reminded you of a cute dog... His caring loyal attitude never ceases to make you fall in love with him even more.

Smiling up at him, you raise a brow," I feel like shit," you stated bluntly before your eyes softened," but you're making the experience more bearable."

Gepard chuckles and strokes through your hair, ruffled up in a way that was adorable to his eyes." I'm sorry you feel so awful." He murmurs," are you hungry?" He asks.

"no... I'm good for now," you looked down at the swathes of blankets covering you and opened them up, patting the spot next to you encouragingly," I think taking a nap with my wonderful boyfriend would instantly cure my fever." You grinned up at him innocently.

Gepard blushed, your expression and the invitation being far too inviting for him to resist," Of course..." He murmurs as he slowly, but carefully climbs up on the bed before nestling against you until he's under the covers.

His arms are wrapped around your body and he's pressed all the way up against you, like your very own heated pillow," is that all better for now?"

Instantly leaning into him warm and comforting touch, you nodded with a peaceful smile on your lips as you buried your face into his chest,” for sure…” you hummed out, already feeling yourself getting sleepy. Your arms wrap around his waist comfortably as you sigh in his smell of cinnamon,” Thank you… for taking care of me.”

Gepard holds back a groan of pleasure as you tuck yourself so close against him, your warm body just that much more appealing with your feverish flush. The moment your head rests against his chest, his arms instantly tighten around you, and he's holding himself perfectly still. He's not letting you go.

He kisses behind your ear, the tender gesture causing him to blush. "It's nothing," He hums, nuzzling into your neck. "It's my duty."

“I suppose it is,” you giggled out, leaning into the tender kisses he was giving you,” You’re like a knight in shining armour…” you hummed sleepily.

His fingers are gently stroking through your hair, the caress almost enough to lull you to sleep. The tender kisses he's pressing into your neck help, but not nearly as much as the loving expression on his face, one that's a picture of pure content. He nuzzles into you, as if to mark you as his, but mostly because he doesn't want anything separating the two of you.

"And you are my damsel," He whispers.

“Your princess,”you reiterated, blinking up at him tiredly.

"My princess." He echoes.

Gepard's arms are as warm and as comforting as they are tight around you. Your head is pressed right against his chest, his voice just an ear-hugging whisper in your ear.

"My precious and beloved princess." He purrs gently.

You slowly drifted off to sleep at his words, his warm and soft voice lulling you to sleep like the lullaby of a siren.

or maybe it was the fever that made you so sleepy.

Gepard holds you against him, nuzzling into your shoulder as he's content to watch over your peaceful sleep.

His fingers trace circles into your hair, and the warmth of his body, especially as the blankets he's pulling up to you trap the heat, are just perfect for helping you recover comfortably.

All this fuss over a simple cold. He'll make sure you're treated like royalty.

Prompt : ̗̀➛Dan Heng doesn't like talking on the phone, but [Name] always calls him instead of texting. [Name] admits that it's because she wants to hear Dan Heng's voice.

Den Heng let out a sigh the second his phone started ringing, he almost immediately knew who it was.

Nobody else called him. Not even March!

Why did you have to be different?

Dan Heng answered his phone with a sigh,"Yes, [name]? What is it?"

There was silence before your light voice graced his ears," Hey there~! Long time no talk, buddy." God, he could hear the shit eating grin in your voice.

That stupid grin.

That stupidly charming grin.

"... I hate you, you know that?" Dan Heng murmured and shook his head with frustration as he rubbed his eyes,"What is it you need now? Money? Food? What have you done this time? Are you in trouble again?" He hissed quietly.

"You don't hate me! Den Heng, where are your manners?" You gasped out, acting as though you were offended by his words when you were only growing more amused.

This is usually how your interactions went. You being irritating and him being irritable. Himeko and Welt can't count how many times you both have had your little spouts.

You were like a married couple, honestly. Disgustingly cute.

"And I don't need any of those things! I'm on the straight and narrow," But then you paused then there was a chuckle," For now."

A small smile spread on Dan Heng's face as he heard your laughter. Thank god he wasn't talking to you in person he'd look like an idiot.

"... you're certainly not on the straight and narrow if you're telling me 'for now'..." He leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "So what is it you need, then, if it's not money, food, or my help when you've definitely gotten yourself into trouble again?" He asked.

"Welllll..." you dragged your words out, almost as though you were delaying something. But then there was a click of your tongue and-," I just like hearing your voice. Is that so bad?"

You said this so casually. Like it wasn't meant to make Dan Heng have a heart attack.

Dan Heng hesitated and coughed awkwardly as he was taken aback by the sudden shift in what he thought to be a light exchange between him and you. He put his phone close to his ear, his eyes wide with surprise.

“... I-I don’t know what to say.” He said honestly but then he deadpanned,“I was about to tell you that you’re a brat to tease, but I had no idea this was going in this direction.”

"I'm not a brat, am I?" You chuckled out, there was a somberness to your tone," I dunno, you're just easy to talk to."

He heard your clothing shuffle, you must have shrugged.

"But I can tell I'm annoying you, so if you want I can just start messaging from now o-"

Dan Heng was quick to interrupt.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Dan Heng said quickly, waving his hand in front of him as if he could see you through the phone.

“You call me whenever you want to talk. It’s just— your timing—” He ran his hand through his hair again,“I thought this was going to be another prank call.”

He heard silence and then your breathy chuckle," You're so cute when you're flustered, Dan Heng." You hummed out teasingly.

Dan Heng’s face turned a bright shade of red and his cheeks warmed in a way only you had ever managed to achieve for him.

He couldn’t find the words to respond and sat there for a moment until he let out a quiet sigh.

“I wish you weren’t so… so… so…” He said, looking around his room as if to search for a synonym. He sighed again and gave up.

“I take it back... you're annoying.”

"Cute."

He heard the creaking of a chair," I'd like to take you out to dinner." You admitted rather bluntly, though there was a gentle tone to your voice.

"If you'd let me," you then added on as an after-thought.

Dan Heng’s face turned a deeper shade of red and his jaw dropped from sheer surprise.

“…W-what?” He asked you, and for someone who wasn’t known for stuttering, he was doing a whole lot of it.

Once or twice you'd joked to him about it, but in all honesty, there were so many times he wanted to ask you out but never did.

“I-… I would love to go to dinner with you." I said. But then realisation struck him and he cleared his throat," But..." He trailed off.

"Buuuut?...." You repeated, sounding a little nervous.

He frowned at himself for making you anxious,“There’s always ‘buts’ with me, it’s never just a clean cut ‘yes’.”

He looked up at the ceiling and let his head drop back down, growing more emotionally exhausted by the second, “In my defense, ‘you’ and ‘me dating’ are things that have never went together in the same sentence in my head.”

"Dan Heng! So mean." You whined out but you began laughing afterwards," You sure about that, though?" There was a teasing lilt to your voice," I see you and I together a lot.

“Well—” Dan Heng paused briefly and cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed cutely. Was he really about to confess this to you? Over the phone at that as well.

“…I have actually imagined a few times…”

He looked up at the ceiling again, his expression turning slightly red and he shut his eyes tightly, cringing at his own words.

“…it’s nothing I can say I ever thought would happen for real. But here we are…”

"Ah, I see..." you sounded almost touched,"... Well, how do you feel?" You asked, genuinely wanting him to express himself.

“How do I feel—?” The question caught Dan Heng off guard. As if he had a lot of thoughts going through his head at once.

“I-I feel—”

He was silent, trying to find the words. He couldn’t find the right words.

“I’ll be honest,” He said quietly, staring at nothing as he held his phone to his ear, “I feel a little scared.”

"Yeah?" She breathed out.

"Yeah," He repeated in the same tone,"...If you and I actually… you know… went on a date..." Dan Heng cleared his throat again, and again, trying to find the words," And you started to know more about me… who I truly am... will you still look at me the way you do now?"

He paused.

"Will you still like me? Or will you end up being disappointed?" He finally spoke in a whisper.

"I... I don't think I could ever be disappointed," you admitted genuinely, a gentle smile to your voice," I know you're closed off for your own reasons... but that makes me more drawn to you."

You sounded so enamoured. Affectionate. He's never heard you speak like this before.

"I want to shoulder your burdens alongside you," you stated simply," No matter what those burdens are. I need to make the weight holding you down lighter... that's my genuine feelings."

“…” In all his years of knowing you, he never thought he’d hear those words in your lifetimes.

The silence grew before Dan Heng spoke again, his voice still a soft whisper but now one of resolve and strength.

“...Okay then.” A small smile twitched onto his lips," Message me the details when you have it figured out."

"Nah, I'll just call you." You confirmed with a clear sound of giddiness within your voice.

Den Heng finally let a soft breathy laugh fall from his lips, his resolve evidently broken,"... I know you will."

[betterfettered]

Can I please have yandere Natasha who wants to pamper her fem daring? However, her fem darling refuses her affection. (As the one shot story if that's okay).

Hey bby! I tried to include a little tid bit about your OCs too :) (AFAB!reader x AFAB!yandere, cis wlw)(noncon)(drugging)(kidnapping)(gaslighting)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Even after you know that Natasha is long gone, it takes you an hour or two before you try to escape. It feels like she has eyes everywhere, like she can detect your every breath , so you move painstakingly slowly to your feet. As soon as you are standing up completely, your head swims and your legs threaten to buckle out from beneath you; you have been sick for a long time, though, so that does not stop you from shuffling over to the locked window and gazing out at the jarring, sunlit thoroughfare beneath you. You know nothing about the tiny people you can see walking around on the ground several stories below you, an odd twist of fate considering that you have lived your entire life beneath their feet as a citizen of the Underworld, so you can only wonder if they would help you if they knew your predicament. You’d never beat against the glass hard enough for anyone to notice, but if they did, would they wave to you and promise to save you? Would they cry themselves seeing your tears?

            You don’t even make it to the door. Pain shoots out from most of your leg joints after only a few steps until you collapse to the ground, rolling over onto your side to curl into fetal position and sob. It isn’t that you don’t have the will, as you have never wanted more in your life than to leave this room – your body just won’t move, even to wipe away your tears, even though your heart is pounding at the thought of being found here.

            After a few hours, when you’re already in significant pain from staying in the same position for so long, the door swings open and hits the top of your head. You groan, curling into yourself a little, and hear Natasha gasp in horror.

            “Oh, heavens. My love, are you okay?” she says, the door locking behind her with a snap. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

            None too gently, Natasha slides her arms underneath you and stands, raising you from the ground, then carries you back to the bed. She is exceedingly careful in how she lays you down, making sure that all of your limbs are rested in an ergonomic fashion, even though you feel the way her fingers wander.

            “Please, follow my instructions so that we can make sure that you’re not injured.”

            One of her hands lies on your face and strokes your cheek, her expression trying to conceal her fear.

            “Tell me where you are right now.”

            “No.”

            “No, you don’t know where you are?”

            “No, I won’t do what you ask,” you say, shaking your head and feeling tears burning your eyes. “I want to go home.”

            She nods, the smile on her face a little stiff, then brushes your leaking eyes with her thumb.

            “I understand,” she says, turning from you to go and fetch the groceries. “I know just the thing to make you feel better. Then I’ll send you back home as you wish.”

            You’re so shocked for a second that you feel like your body keeps crying while you are completely still. Did she say you could go home? You can’t believe it – you’ve been trapped in this hotel room for so long that you’ve lost count of the days. Your heart soars at the possibility of talking to your sister again, even thought you hadn’t sought her out before and don’t even know if she’s still alive: your memory of her has been your only solace in this unending nightmare of being “helped” by Natasha, your imaginary manifestation of her being the your sole source of happiness.

            Natasha approaches again with syringe in hand, her smile more relaxed now.

            “One last bit of medicine to help with your pain before you go,” she says, and then places her hand on your shoulder, running it gently along the skin down to your inner elbow. Once there, she feels around for a second to find your vein.

            “One two three, be brave!” she says, and then spears the needle into your arm, thumb pressing its liquid into your vein. “Now, let me get your bag ready and write down some discharge instructions.”

            She grabs your chin and tugs you towards her, pressing her lips onto yours snaking her tongue into your mouth and grabbing your hair to pull you closer. You don’t want to waste energy on struggling, so you allow her to invade you like that, clenching your hand to have another sensation to focus on.

            “I would be so devastated if something happened to you once you leave, after all,” Natasha coos after pulling away. She flashes you another grin for a second, and then heads to the wardrobe within your room. Once there, she pulls out the bag you’d been carrying when she lured you in, drops it onto the floor, and begins folding up your street clothes to place inside of it.

            For a moment, you think the strange sensation bubbling within you is anxiety, and then you gag so hard aloud that it sounds like a cough. Your entire body feels bad, somehow, but you can’t tell what it is because you feel distant from it, panicking and gagging over and over.

            “Natasha,” you cry out, unable to lift yourself up from how fast the room is spinning you into dizziness. “Natasha!”

            She continues folding your clothing.

            “There’s something wrong! Help, please.”

            That makes her turn around, her expression curious.

            “Something wrong? Like what?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “That’s fine then, I’m sure you can take care of it at home with over the counter meds,” she says, turning back to the closet and grabbing your jacket to fold.

            “No, I can’t,” you gasp between your retching, starting to sob. “Something’s really wrong. Help me. Please, Nat, I’m begging. I’m…begging, I don’t want to die.”

            At this, she turns from her folding work.

            “Begging for what?” she asks, smarmy innocence in her tone. All the while she walks towards you.

            “For help.”

            “Oh, did you need me?”

            “Please!”

            “Say it.”

            “I need you. I need you to help me. I’m really sick.”

            “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, darling,” she says, wrapping her arms around you. You can feel the warmth of her breath fanning along the apples of your cheeks. “You need to be here. Without me, you’d be suffering so much, right?”

            You nod.

            She relinquishes you, pulls your arms away from where you’d been instinctively protecting your breasts from her, and injects your inner elbow again with a different syringe from her pocket.

After only a few seconds, you feel so much better, your limbs feeling like jello and your mind a little fuzzy, but free of the continuous gagging.

She presses her lips to yours, exhaling in pleasure at their softness, at the way your plush body yields when she gropes and then presses into you. You lie still and let her do what she wants until you feel her hand groping your pussy, squeezing it and running her fingers along it in tandem. When you start to struggle against the stimulation, she bites your lip hard enough that the taste of iron seeps onto your taste buds.

            “Let’s start your check up again,” she pants, pulling away. “It’s always best to test someone’s well being with all of your senses. So right now, let me check you with my mouth.”

            Your heart sinks, but you don’t want her to inject you with whatever she had before. Letting your eyes press shut, hot tears spilling down to your temples, tears threaten your eyes when she kisses you again. You can’t help but cringe feeling her hands on your tits, massaging them aggressively; at the same time, the way your cheeks heat up feels completely unfamiliar. The sound of a breathy moan escaping from your mouth shocks you – you realize that Natasha pushing your shirt aside and using her tongue to stroke away the pain her fingers pinching your nipples left behind is making your clit a little stiff.

            “Stop,” you whine, trying to turn your chest away from her mouth, the arousal building up in the pit of your stomach getting harder to ignore.

            “Of course,” Natasha says, kissing either of your tits. “I know what you’re looking for.”

            Her hand sliding up from your cunt to the top of your underwear is so quick you don’t notice it happening; how exposed you are only becomes clear when she buries her face in your pussy, sucking and tonguing your clit while her fingers, roughly jammed into you, start to rub up hard against your G-spot.

            You open your mouth to ask her to stop, but only hear yourself panting, your hips bucking and squirming against her face. You dig your nails into the crook of your elbow as though that will take out whatever she drugged you with to make you feel like this.

            “I don’t want this,” you moan, unable to stop pressing your pussy against her mouth. “What did you do to me? I – agh!”

            Your entire body shudders endlessly, strange noises flooding out of your mouth at her unrelenting tongue sliding back and forth against you while you cum over and over. You feel embarrassed at how you’re writhing and yelping like an animal, but she won’t stop until you are trembling and trying to scoot your overstimulated core away from her. At that, she straddles you on the bed, both hands squeezing you all over.

            “It makes me so happy when you feel good,” she says. “I just want to ride your cute face. But you must be worn out, so maybe tomorrow.”

            Shivering from the disgusting mess between your legs and allowing yourself to cry quietly, you wonder if you should have just coped with the poison instead.

[kendsleyauthor]

A Perilous Journey

A request from an anonymous donor for @gtgotcha4gaza !! They requested a cottagecore vibe story with a giant talking with a human who's baking in her kitchen. This was such a delight to write! 🥰🍰

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“You’re not really planning to travel all that distance alone, are you?” The kitchen walls rumbled slightly with the sound of Emrys’ concern, but Viola continued to mix the batter, unbothered. Since the giant had become a regular visitor, she had learned where not to place breakables.

“I’ve made the journey dozens of times,” she said airily.

A massive green eye peeked through the flowered curtains of the open window. Most people would have been thrown into a panic at the sight, but she merely regarded the eye with a soft smirk. If anyone was perturbed, it was him.

“You’ve gotten lucky so far, but there’s no telling when that luck will run out,” he huffed. “You clearly don’t know the dangers lurking out there.”

“Oh? Do tell.” She poured strawberry batter into a pan. A finished chocolate cake was already cooling on the counter, while another was rising in the oven. The warm scents intermingled and wafted around her. Perhaps if Emrys were capable of coming indoors and experiencing it, he wouldn’t be so unsettled.

“Robbers, for one,” he said after grasping for an answer. “Have you considered that? They’d be delighted to find a lone traveler with a basket of goods.”

“The sweets are gifts for the neighbors. No money lost.”

He groaned. “Can you call them neighbors if you have to cross an entire patch of woodland just to reach them? You’ll have to detour over a mile to find the bridge. The river is still high and turbulent after last week’s rainstorm. You didn’t know that, did you?”

Viola hummed indifferently, fighting a smile.

“That bridge looks one bad day away from snapping,” he insisted. “What if you fall in?”

“I supposed I’d get wet, wouldn’t I?”

His hand flashed in and out of view, fingertips rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “And I haven’t even mentioned the beasts prowling out there. The bears, the wildcats, the wolves—”

“The giants?” She finished scraping the last of the batter into the pan and set the bowl in the sink.

Emrys sourly met her smug look. “Exactly. Not everyone is as reasonable as I am.”

“I’d say my luck is perfectly intact, then.” 

She brushed the cooling cake with her fingers—it was warm to the touch, but not too hot. Perfect. She swept it up from the counter and leaned out the kitchen window, stretching her arms with the platter in hand. Emrys jolted back from her sudden appearance and narrowed his eyes at the offering.

Cocking her head playfully, she raised it higher. “Are you trying to stop me from sharing these so you can have them all for yourself?”

“No,” he said at once, but he accepted the treat nonetheless. Her work all but crumbled apart when he pinched it between a finger and thumb, but his expression softened when he ate it. She grinned—never mind that he devoured an hour’s work in one second.

Rather than retreat back into the kitchen, she beckoned him closer. She swore she could feel his skin flush as she pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “If you want to accompany me on the journey,” she said, “all you have to do is ask.”

[luvvannie]

!? --- YOUR HUSBAND, FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

>> husband!fyodor x fem!reader (one use of 'princess,' and 'milaya,' but other than that, pretty gn!)

syn. a compilation of husband fyo headcannons :)

gen. fluffier than his hat

care.

i see a lot of people making him out to be so confident and MPH and although i am not here to undermine that thought (bc i am also horrendously in love w/ that possibility), i simply bring to the table SHY FYO !!!

like like like :(((((( him expressing his care for in like the most subtle ways,, like memorising your nap schedule and working around it for dates and outings AAAHH

and then ud be like 'but fyo isn't that time difficult for u??' and he'd respond 'but thats an hour after the time u wake up from ur nap in the evening so ull have enough time to get ready and pick ur outfit and do ur hair and ur makeup' AND THEN ULL BE LIKE 'AWWW FYOOOOO' and then he'll be so confused bc to him it's like how was that cute i was just being practical 🧍‍♂️

going off of the whole memorising things about you... i feel like he would just have your orders for whatever place written off on a little sticky note in the back of his mind... like he NAILS ur order without so much as a confirmation from you... it's like watching a well-oiled machine run tbh, 'one ___ but without the ___ and extra ___ and also a ___ in a meal with a ___. thank you." LIKE WOW!!! THATS UR MAN!!!

physical affection.

okay listen... still going with shy fyo but steering a little away because AFFECTIONATE FYO???? FYO WHO WILL RANDOMLY GRAB YOUR HAND OUT OF NOWHERE AND STROKE HIS THUMB OVER YOUR KNUCKLES, BEFORE TAKING YOUR HAND TO HIS LIPS AND KISSING EACH FINGER??? FYO WHO WILL WALK INTO THE ROOM, KISS YOUR TEMPLE AND TELL YOU HE LOVES YOU WHILE YOURE JUST MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND THEN WALK BACK OUT LIKE HIS BUSINESS WAS FINISHED???? FYO WHO WILL WALK UP BEHIND YOU WHILE YOU'RE COOKING OR DOING CHORES AND JUST BACKHUG YOU AND STAY LIKE THAT FOR THE NEXT HUNDRED BEATS???????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

i think it definitely wldve taken a while for him to adjust tho. just imagining him at the very start of ur relationship when u both were just silly little college students and you would put your arms around him for a hug and he would just STIFFEN COMPLETELY and not know how to respond... BUT HE GOT THERE IN THE END OKAY!!

i think i may go as far as to argue that he will be the one initiating most of it now... although that's not to say you don't do any of it, because you most definitely do.

i think his favourite is your hugs :(( although i don't think he would ever say that outloud..

householding.

he doesn't like it when you do chores. like he REALLY REALLY doesn't like it...

when you first started living together (before marriage), and he would find you washing dishes, he would just silently come beside you and bump you out of the way and take over without a word LMAOOO

he has gotten more used to it however,, considering the fact that he, unfortunately for him, cannot princess you for every waking hour... he still doesn't love it though. he would much rather you sit there and look pretty and not raise a fingertip.

cooking is an exception though, because he likes doing it with you :((

BUT NO KNIVES AND ESPECIALLY NO CHEESE GRATERS AFTER THAT ONE TIME YOU ACCIDENTALLY CUT YOUR FINGER GRATING A CARROT...

you get to do the fun stuff though, like measuring the ingredients and mixing them all together. i really don't think he's that vocal though, he'll just kinda do him part and then nudge the bowl towards you silently like 'its ur turn do ur thing'

he loves that you're talking your ass of the entire time, something about it feels so endearing to him... the whole time he'll just be giving you small, half-sentences like...

'FYOOOO THE BATTER IS ON MY SHIRTTTTTT!!!'

'that's why i tried to roll up your sleeves earlier, darling...'

'ITS GOING TO STAIN!!!!!!!!!!'

'just... we can just wash it off...'

'HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEE!?!?!?!?!'

'uhm... you have something on the-'

'AAAAAAAAA ITS ON THE FRONT'

'i told you to wear an apron...'

healing.

when you're sick, he's gone complete caretaker mode... he will NOT allow you to get up from your resting space (whether it be the bed, or the sofa), NO MATTER WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES.

he'll cook you very good meals!! making sure they're healthy for you and also extremely tasty so that he can try to coax you back into your appetite and get you the nutrients you need to get better :(( carries you your meals on a little lap desk, and will spoon-feed you each bite until you've had enough, AND ONLY UNTIL YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH!

he's just overall very gentle with you :((

you've lost your appetite and can't have anymore than half of the portion he cooked for you?? 'it's alright love, i'll save it for later.'

your blocked nose is keeping you up and you haven't been able to sleep the entire night because of it?? 'oh, milaya, why didn't you tell me sooner?' before he gets you some nose drops and then rocks you to sleep in his arms.

you're sad because you can't go out for date night like the two of you planned for anymore?? THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T HAVE A GOOD NIGHT IN EACH OTHER'S COMPANY!! ITS GO FISH TIME!!!! (yes he will use his expensive playing cards to play go fish with you just to make you feel better he's THAT devoted)

de-stressing.

those nights when you're both stressed and tired and overstimulated out of your minds are strangely enough, your favourite nights, because you know that you'll be able to come home to your loving husband and disappear into his warmth...

you get home a little earlier than he does, so you take the opportunity to warm the bed, as you wait for him to arrive with your mandatory de-stress-cuddles, and before you know it, you're drifting off...

until you're awoken again by the feel of the warm covers gliding against your skin, and the mattress shifting slightly beneath you, opening your eyes to see ITS YOUR PACKAGE!!! ITS HERE!!!!!

you both don't waste any time and practically envelope each other with warmth take a few moments to situate yourselves, mumbling a few croaky 'i love you's before completely falling asleep.

you'll pay for sleeping in your uncomfortable work clothes when the two of you wake up again around three in the morning and decide to FINALLY shower... and then go back to bed.

a/n. hehe first post on this acc yayayay!! hope these were good :)) i'm so inlove with him oh my lord... N E WAYS REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!!

[hotpeoplesimp1]

Dean Winchester Oneshot

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem plus!sized reader

Warnings: MDNI, not plot, pure porn. Oral (f receiving), praise kink, thigh slapping though minor, soft!dom Dean, Dean because he is a warning, boob play, dirty talk, p in v, no protection (which is stupid, wrap it before you tap it), insecurities, body image issues. I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: nothing. Just smut

Feedback is always welcome as long as it’s respectful. This is my first post so be lenient please. Have a wonderful day!

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“Fuck, sweetheart… You’re soaked.” Dean breathed out from above me. His green eyes blown with lust and hunger.

My body laying down on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Feeling extremely vulnerable and open, but also needy and desperate. Biting my lip in anticipation as he looks stares at my bare, wet pussy. Trying to close my thick thighs, my insecurities creeping into my mind. But he wasn’t having that. He grabbed my thighs and spread my legs.

“No, no.” He tsks. “Don’t you dare try to take this view away from me.” He all but growls. Leaning down and kissing me roughly, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip. I can’t help but groan softly, his hand squeezing at my waist, his other one beside my head, using it to support his weight above me. Lifting my hands up and threading my fingers through his hair, kissing him back just a feverishly.

I still couldn’t believe him of all people, Dean Winchester, liked me. This Greek God of a man, who’s the most amazing person I know. It makes no sense why he would want me. Especially considering the girls he usually goes for, the skinny, model looking ones. While I’m not “fat”, mostly because of hunting, I’m not thin either. I’ve got thunder thighs, a softer, squishy stomach, bigger breasts, and stretch marks.

Before I can get too lost in my thoughts and my overthinking, he trails his lips down my jaw. Sucking and nibbling as he goes. Arching my back into him. One of my hands trailing over his broad chest, his shirt thrown somewhere in the motel room along with my clothes. His hard on pressing against my lower stomach.

“Dean…” I whimper. His lips sucking at my collarbone. Tightening my grip on his hair. His every touch makes my skin tingle, my nerves alight as if I’m on fire.

He simply hums against my skin, smirking. Gliding his lips down my skin, to my breasts.

“God, look at these beautiful tits.” He groans. My face flushing. His calloused, strong hands on my breasts now as he squeezes at my flesh. Pushing them together, as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. Sucking harshly. My back arching more into him as I moan loudly, bucking my hips. A rush of heat going straight to my core, wrapping my legs around his waist. Tweaking my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging softly once in a while. Sending a shudder down my spine. Twirling his tongue around my areola, then my nipple before sucking at it again. Once satisfied with the amount of attention given to one tit, he moves to the other, repeating the same thing while his hand groped and squeezes my other breast.

“Please, Dean.” I whine. I’ve got no clue what I’m asking for, just that I’m desperate for it. He chuckles lowly against my skin, sending vibrations through my body. Gliding his skilled mouth down my ribs and stomach. Littering my soft skin with kisses, as if trying to show that I’ve got nothing to be insecure about. My breath hitches when he moves down to my pelvis.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask shakily, breathless. Leaning up on my elbows.

“What it looks like.” He answers, still smirking. His strong hands holding my legs open, giving him access to my dripping cunt. “You trust me, right?” He checks. Wanting to make sure I am in fact ok with this and comfortable.

“Yes.” I answer without hesitation. Causing his smirk to morph into a full blown grin.

“You sure? You ok with me eating this pretty little pussy?” He teases. Making me clench around nothing.

“Yes… Please, Dean.” I whimper. My hand in his hair, tugging it slightly, making him growl in response. Sending another bolt of electricity down my spine and to my core.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, kissing along my thighs sensually. Taking his time, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Getting more impatient, I start to squirm. Before I can complain, he licks a stripe between my folds. Letting out a shuddering moan, both my hands in his hair now, tugging at it harder. I’ve never felt so good.

“Fuck… You taste as good as I thought you would. Could spend the rest of my life like this.” He murmurs against me. Looking up at me with his beautiful green eyes, watching as I react. Wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking softly. Gasping and screwing my eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, baby.” He scolds, slapping my thigh lightly to get my attention. I jolt in surprise at the action, opening my eyes and looking down at him. My lips agape in silent moans, and my brows furrowed in pleasure. He then dived back into my pussy, eating me out like a starved man. Plunging his tongue into me, making my hips buck to get more. Moving his tongue to my clit, drawing lazy patterns on it. It doesn’t take me long to realize he’s spelling his name, the notion making my heart flutter.

I gasp when I feel one of his fingers tracing my entrance. Mewling when he slides it in, rolling my hips. “Fuck, Dean!” I whimper. Feeling him curl it in just the right place.

“God, you’re so hot like this.” He praises. My pussy clenching around his finger, causing him to groan softly. “Been dreaming of this. Making you moan my name over and over ‘til you can’t take it. Of having this perfect pussy all to myself and show you just how fucking perfect you are.” He admits.

My eyes widen in shock, never having expected that. Feeling my stomach erupt in butterflies, my face flushing. I can’t believe he… God… I’m snapped out of my thoughts once again when he slides another finger in. Groaning at the mix of pain and pleasure as his thick fingers stretch me out. His tongue and lips still on my clit, doing wonders.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Wonder how you’ll take my cock.” He growls. Sending vibrations through my body, clenching around his digits. He slowly starts to pump them in and out, still lapping my clit with his tongue. Making dirty, sinful sounds that I should be embarrassed about, but can’t bring myself to care. Hearing him slurp against my cunt like it’s his favourite meal does things to me. My nerves on fire. He starts to pump them faster, harder, curling them once in a while and hitting my G-spot. That familiar heat growing in my belly.

“God- fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I warn. Arching my back more, grinding against his face and fingers. Tugging at his hair harder, gripping tighter. Throwing my head back in bliss.

“Do it. Cum on fingers like a good girl.” He encouraged. Sending me over the edge. My muscles tense, tightening my thighs around his head. Crying out his name, followed by profanities and praise. He keeps his fingers in, letting me ride out my high, still working his mouth over my sensitive clit. Slipping his fingers out and lapping up my juices, not missing a drop.

“Good girl.” He murmurs. Licking another stripe along my pussy. Then making his way back up my body, kissing me feverishly. Tasting myself on his lips but not caring.

“Dean…” I whimper pathetically. Trailing my hands down to his belt and unbuckling it.

“Someone’s impatient.” He teases, smirking. In retaliation I start to palm him through his jeans. Dean groans and grits his teeth. Dropping his forehead to my shoulder, peppering kisses over my skin. Quickly unbuttoning his pants and helping him tug them and his boxers down. Discarding the fabric with the rest of our clothes.

My eyes widening when I see how… well endowed he is. Wondering how the hell that’s gonna fit in me. Sensing my worry, he kisses me.

“I’ll go slow.” He promises. I nod, leaning up to kiss him again. Placing my hands on his broad shoulders, he lines up his cock. Looking into each other’s eyes as he slides in slowly. Gasping softly at the burn of him stretching me out. My breath getting caught in my throat. Resting my head against the pillows as I get used to his size. His hands on either side of my head, his muscles straining. Letting my eyes flutter closed.

“You can move…” I breathe out. Looking back up at him, seeing his jaw clenched, the vein in his neck bulging. Panting above me. Yet he doesn’t move just yet.

“Give me a minute, sweetheart…” He groans. “I move now, I’m gonna lose control and start pounding into you.” He huffs.

Feeling bold, I lean up again. “It’s ok. I trust you.” I whisper. Kissing his neck slowly. He moans and starts to move. Slowly at first, pulling back until only his tip his inside me. Then pushing back in. He does this only a couple times before picking up his pace. Slamming deep inside me and hitting my G-spot, making me cry out and moan. Digging my fingertips into the skin of his shoulders.

“Fuck… take my cock so well. So-… tight. Can feel you clenching around me…” he growls against my neck. Tilting his head down to watch as my tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. Moving his one hand to grab the headboard, his other grabbing my thigh and lifting to get a new angle. Making my eyes roll back in my head and practically scream his name. “Fuck, Dean!”

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” Deb encourages. Sucking at my neck as he pounds into me relentlessly.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I plead, feeling that coil tighten in my stomach.

“Trust me, I have no plans on stopping.” He assures. Causing me to squeeze his cock again, making him moan.

“M’ gonna-… fuck… I’m so close…” I whimper. Screwing my eyes shut.

“Good girl. Make a mess all over my dick.” He grunts into my ear. Still panting and groaning above me. His permission making my climax crash over me. Seeing stars and my eyes rolling back. My body shaking with pleasure, raking my nails down his back. His thrusts stutter as he gets closer, moaning loudly as I finish.

“I’m gonna cum…” he warns.

“Fuck. Cum, Dean. I want you to cum inside me.” I whimper shakily. My words sending him over the edge, spilling into me and covering my walls with his spend. He collapses on top of me, though supporting most of his weight on his elbows as to not crush me. Kissing my neck, jaw, and then my lips. Moaning against his. The kiss slow and lazy.

He pulls away, pulling out of me. I whine at the loss of the feeling of him, feeling empty. Though he stays hovering above me. Both of our bodies covered in sweat, my hair sticking to my neck and forehead, both of us panting, hearts pounding. Looking up at him with a dazed grin.

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He breathes out. Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in to kiss me again.

“I really like you, Dean.” I whisper softly.

“I really like you, too.” He grins.

[britts-galaxy-brain]

TW - Ablest, Infantilism, Co-Dependency, Cussing

Lily created new ocs and already I don't like it. It focuses on the dynamic between Iris Morgan, a 16-year-old girl who is selectively mute, and her sister Kiera Morgan, a 15-year-old girl who is the only one that can understand Iris. When I said Kiera understands her, I am literally the only one that understands her also like she can read her mind. And Iris, despite being a year older than Kiera, is kind of written to be childlike and heavily depends on Iris.

In Iris and Keira - Sandcastle, Iris and Keira are at the beach making a perfect sandcastle. Iris simply looks at Keira and immediately, Keira knew she is asking for a camera. Like, there weren't any hints or indication that Iris wanted a camera and somehow Keira manages to read her mind. (Iris could have taken a stick and written CAMERA on the sand, signed the word camera, mouth the word camera, or even point at the camera). Then, their father Nathan Morgan stopped Keira from getting the camera. Keira told her father that Iris wanted to camera, but Nathan said, "She can't talk, and you just put words in her mouth to get what you want." (WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE CAN'T TALK, MOUTHING/SIGNING/WRITING WORDS COUNTS AS TALKING?!!). So, Nathan went up to Iris and asked to her if she wanted to camera. Iris nodded in respond. Nathan then asked her, "what's the magic word?", expecting a verbal respond. (The first introduction to a male character and he's already ablest from the get-go) Iris just tilts her head and Keira goes, "See, she said it". And somehow, it worked. Thanks to Keira's mind reading powers and her +7 persuasion.

In Iris and Keira - Stare, Iris is described to be "unresponsive, uncommunicative, you could have been forgiven for thinking she was dead most of the time." And how Iris, "...Barely responded or reacted to anyone and stonewalled anyone who tried to talk to her". (Is this Lily's attempt at coding Iris as an autistic individual? Like, she could have written Iris as being distant, uninterested in any topic brought about by any other people, or a quiet person who keep to themselves. Instead, Lily writes Iris like she is disturbed teen.) Iris is only like this towards anybody, except with Kiera who truly understands her. So much so, that "whenever Kiera sat down with them, it was like someone had flipped a switch and Iris and expressive and gestured emphatically".

Alicia Bailey, sister of Larisa Bailey, enters the scene and proceeds to call Iris a creep while Keira defends her. (Larisa Bailey is Kiera Morgan's girlfriend). Alicia told Keira, "Have you ever considered that maybe your sister is a little-", then proceeds to mine "a guitar motion with her hands" while saying "Ring-a-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning". (WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! WHAT. DOES. THIS. MEAN?! IS LILY MAKING UP NEW SLURS). So, like the bad*ss Keira is, she proceeds to crack a glass soda bottle over the side of Alicia's head, then called her a bitch. (Remember, she physically assaulted her girlfriend's sister in public. There's no detail where this takes place, but I'm going to assume it's a school setting. Also, why is no one reacting to a teen girl physically assaulting another teen girl. Where is the school's security in all of this?)

Keira casually walked towards Iris's table and asked if Alicia was giving her trouble. Iris responded by shrugging, then "wiggled her hand". (WIGGLED HER HAND. Lily, the ASL sign language for NO is opening index finger, middle finger, and thumb and tap them together with your thumb. YOU CAN LITERALLY GOOGLE IT). Kiera then explained to Iris that Alicia had said some terrible things about her. Iris tilts her head in response, and like the mind reader Kiera replied back to her, "Not sure, it could have gone either way". (COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY - WHAT SPECIFIC QUESTION DID IRIS ASKED TO GAIN THAT REPONSE?! AND ALL FROM IRIS SIMPLING TILTED HER HEAD?!). As they continued their "conversation", Iris furrowed her brows. This caused "Kiera's eyes to widened at that and she placed a finger against Iris' lips." "Hey! None of that talk! It's not our fault Alicia's being weird," kiera said. (Jesus, Kiera. That's very ablest of you to tell a selective mute not to verbally speak in a very supportive sister way. Also, it's weird how Iris's younger sister just protects her, is the only one who understands her, literally speaks for her, and is willing to kill for her. Truly, a normal healthy sister relationship. Definitely not an unhealthy co-dependent relationship, where a disabled person is being infantized by her younger sister.)

No commentary, the direct quote speaks volumes.

"Iris smiled. Through her entire life, she'd been haul in and out of doctors and counsellors by her fathers, trying to find the root cause of her lack of speech. Everyone from her parents, to her teachers to her peers tried to get her to talk, or sign, or write on a board. Anything other than simply be quiet and be by herself. She didn't understand it. It's not like she was bothering anyone. It had only made her less willing to interact with others".

"Kiera was the lone exception. Kiera could always infer what Iris was thinking, never asked her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, and actively intruded on people trying to force words out of Iris' mouth. Everyone else wanted Iris to make herself easier to understand. Kiera was the only one who tried to understand her as she was. "

The fanfic ends with Iris reaching towards her sister and placing a hand on her shoulder. As she smiles at her, Kiera smiles back and said, "Love you too".

Overall score 2/10.

One point for creating a disabled character. One point in having a "supportive" sister.

Minus eight points for: infantizing disable character, poorly researched selectively mute characters, created a co-dependency between sisters, having a character handling the situation with unnecessary violence, not giving indication that the sisters are bi-racial despite outside source say they are bi-racial, having a bi-racial character physically assaulting the only black character introduced in the fanfic, failing to indicate that Alicia is black despite outside source say she is black, and failing to make the communication between the sisters clear enough for readers to understand.

There is...so much to unpack here...and I do not have the mental energy to do it..

[driftward]

gentle comforting sex (Nyx and the most handsomest, specialist Nuhn in their life ((U'rahn, in case he wasn't transparent enough))

Answer behind the readmore

~*~ U'rahn was moping.

This was unusual for him, and so Nyx watched from her spot in the rafters as he slouched around his home, slung his clothes sullenly in a pile, stared out the window with his arms crossed for a while (about six seconds which was pretty long for him) and by the time he got to the point where he was sulking in the bath they decided to drop from the ceiling.

He did not even startle as he just looked up at her, ears down, face pouty.

"Oh. Hello, Nyx."

"Rahn."

Nyx unhooked their boots and set them to one side before beginning to peel off their jumpsuit. "You are upset."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Is this because of your continued failure in the Crystalline Conflict team against that one specific team with the Tia who keeps taunting you?"

"I said I don't wanna talk about it."

Their jumpsuit draped on a chair, Nyx walked to stand next to the bathtub.

"Please lean forward, Rahn."

He paused only for a moment before acquiescing, and Nyx slid into the water behind him. Deft fingers began to press into him, a slight hum as they vibrated against sore muscles, and into tender spots. He could feel the cold trickle of healing aether teasing into him.

He wasn't hurt, of course. But win or lose, the Crystalline Conflict did require a lot of physical exertion from its participants. He sagged into their touch.

"It's just - it's just!" His tail thrashed energetically, splashing water back and forth. "I'm a Nuhn! Why does he keep calling me U'rahn Tia!?"

"He also calls you a 'loserrr'." said Nyx, unhelpfully.

"Yeah but like I am a herrro. That's different."

"Different how? You are also a Nuhn. Vauban was very particular about making sure you updated the forms correctly, and U'odh signed off on them."

"Well. It's just. I dunno."

U'rahn sunk lower into the bath until just his ears were showing, bubbles coming up from beneath the surface of the water. Nyx continued to rub their hands over him, applying rejuvenating energy to pressure points and massaging his muscles. They let them stay under for a count of twenty before reaching down and pulling him back up to a sitting position.

He coughed and rubbed his eyes, spluttering.

"I was fine!"

"Asphyxiation is one of the tactics that is lethal to you."

"I can hold my breath plenty long!"

"You were only doing so to avoid talking. I can only surmise it is because you have difficulty stopping yourself from doing so."

U'rahn crossed his arms and sulked as Nyx pressed themself against his back, tracing both hands down an arm until pressing a thumb into his palm, then leaning over to repeat the action to the other arm.

"Ugh! He just runs around every match and keeps... keeps repeating telling everyone I'm only a Tia!"

"You know this to be deception."

"Yeah well I just wish he'd shut up."

"Perhaps if you focused on winning the match and did not allow yourself to be distracted by his taunting, he would stop making the attempt."

U'rahn groaned. And then he moaned, softly, as Nyx's fingers moved to find a particular tense spot near his lower spine.

"It's like - when people call you a Miqo'te! You having to correct them all the time. Doesn't that get old?"

"No. That is not deception, merely misunderstanding. I do look like a Miqo'te. I correct them."

"What if someone didn't listen and kept calling you a Miqo'te even though you aren't, huh? What would you do??"

"I offer corrections once to everyone. If they are someone in one of my social cloisters, I will periodically re-correct them. If someone insists on being wrong, that is fine. The deception serves no purpose."

U'rahn just made a miserable whimpering noise.

"I believe that in a situation of this difficulty Vauban would recommend a course of root cause analysis. The deception is transparent, so I doubt that is the source of the problem. Consider. If it is not the deception, then what about the lie bothers you so much?"

U'rahn leaned forward more, and Nyx pressed their thumbs into the muscles at the base of their tail. He sagged, and then he slid away from Nyx, feet first, tilting back until only his ears were above the water, and judging from the burbling noises that went with the bubbles, said something.

Nyx waited for another count of twenty before pulling him back up.

"Please repeat that, Rahn."

"Maybe he's right."

He collapsed, going boneless, but Nyx stoically kept his head above water, hardly shifting in response to the change in how he was holding his weight.

"I do not understand. You are recognised as the Nuhn of the Drake tribe, both according to internal tribe strictures and external records keeping."

"Y e a h... but... I haven't done my duty yet. I haven't gone back and, uhm, well, you know..."

He fidgeted, sending water sloshing.

"I know what sex is, Rahn."

"Yeah! That!"

"You know what sex is, Rahn."

His ears dropped.

"This seems like a problem with a simple solution, Rahn."

He didn't respond.

"It is difficult to get me to all of your extremities while we are in the bath. Please get out, Rahn."

"...okay."

Rahn slung himself out of the bath, and Nyx was quick to follow. They took the towel before he could get to it, and alternated patting him down and drying themself off. With themselves, they were quick, efficient. With Rahn, they were slow, languid, hands chasing contours, firm fingers finding difficult spots.

Rahn could not help but feel a bit better at their attention. Arms and shoulders, then toes and calves. Chest and abs, then thighs. And then, he sucked in his breath, as they approached his midsection. One hand was definitely spending more time than necessary on his ass, while another-

"Hey hey! What are we doing?"

Nyx locked to stillness. "Do you wish to stop?"

"N-no..."

Their hand was firm on his ass, even as their fingers were clever with his cock. He gulped, again, and looked at the ceiling as he came to attention.

"I have an idea."

"Wh-what's that?" Rahn struggled to say.

"If you do not feel you a Nuhn yet, perhaps we might practice at it."

"What? I mean, uhm, sure, but I don't know what you mean. Do you want to go... babysitting with me or something?"

Nyx placed a hand on his chest, dropping the towel, and pushing themself right up against him.

"Demonstrate you are a Nuhn by having sex with me, Rahn."

"Oh."

Their other hand stroked his cock languidly.

"Here!?"

"Where else?"

"I don't know! A bed? There's a bed in the next room!"

"Very well. Lead the way."

"O-oh. Sure. Right."

Rahn rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, but then after a moment, took Nyx's hand, and led them to the bedroom. He stopped once they got there, and stared down at it, uncertain of where to go next.

Nyx, fortunately, took lead. They laid down on their back on the bed, spread their legs, and looked over at Rahn, while crooking their fingers at him in a 'come here' gesture.

"Are you sure I'm not-"

"We have had this discussion many times, Rahn."

"I'm just - I'm just -"

"Nervous. I am aware. Come here. Hold my hands."

Rahn shuffled forward, and did as he was told, reaching out, and grasping Nyx's hands.

They stared at him.

They were always staring, though, so Rahn was not sure that meant anything. They pulled him closer, and he obliged, until he was nestled between their legs, their bodies in close contact. He swallowed again, nervously, as Nyx let go of his hands. One hand reached up to grab the back of his neck, pull him down, and kiss him. The other angled him right at their entrance, and with a movement of their hips, he slid in.

Rahn let out a muffled, surprised noise, but Nyx just held him in place. Still, now that he was in. Their legs wrapped around his hips, as their arms wrapped around him, and their hands rubbed deep into his back. They broke the kiss, and just stared at him intently.

It was oddly comforting. Just... a stillness between their bodies. Nyx was warm, now, and Rahn was on top of her, and it was comfortable. The heat radiating through his body. Warm hands against tight muscles.

"Are you okay like this, Rahn?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah. Yeah!"

One hand reached up to touch his ear, fingers massaging it, as Nyx leaned their head back, and closed their eyes. They relaxed their grip on him.

"Then do your duty, Nuhn."

Rahn's breath shuddered. He suddenly felt very enthusiastic about this. Nyx seemed fitted exactly to him, as he began to buck his hips into them. Nyx tilted their head back, eyes still closed, neck open, and they seemed so giving, so open. They were his everything, and he bits his lip and moaned as he thrust into them. Their hands never stopped. They seemed to have a preternatural sense for finding the tense spots, still pressing fingers hard into muscles, gripping tight in all the right places, until at last Rahn came, exploding into Nyx, panting hotly.

He tried to hold himself up. Nyx would not let him, as their arms were around him again, and gripping, and they were suddenly quite heavy, forcing him flat.

"Deep breaths. Eyes closed. Focus on sensation." they commanded, and he listened, he listened as they continued to rub his body, arms and legs and even their tail, until at last he realised he had calmed down.

"Do you feel better?"

"Y-y-yeah. I think so."

"Good. You may stay as long as you like. You may also continue complaining, if you wish."

Rahn considered, thoughts now sluggish, headache gone, relaxed.

"I think I'm good," he said.

"Good."

[lilac-hecox]

I’m so excited for Ian’s Day! Can I request Chanse/Ian, Damien/Ian or Angela/Ian? Thank you soooo much!

Ian/Damien - Dameian / Damian - Dinner

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“You’re going to be as covered as Anthony soon,” Ian teases.

Damien laughs, but his eyes flick over Ian a little nervously.

“That’s what they say, you know? That I’m copying him.”

Ian tsks, and he realizes a second too late how his words probably didn’t help to ease Damien’s mind when it comes to the comparison his tattoos have garnered between, he and Anthony.

“As much as I love him, he doesn’t own black abstract tattoos.”

“I know,” Damien says, “and he’s said as much to me too. I just, it’s hard to see sometimes when everyone thinks I’m trying to be like him and not just expressing myself.”

Ian reaches out and brushes a tendril of newly dyed black hair from Damien’s face where it had fallen into his eyes.

“As someone who was also often compared to Anthony, I get it. But try and focus on all the people who like you just as you are.”

“Sounding real Mister Rogers-y over here, Ian.”

He and Damien, and well, most of Smosh have the same coping skills and humor. A joke to cover any real hurt feelings, if you can make someone laugh it doesn’t really feel bad then, does it?

“I mean it!” Ian says, rolling his eyes, “who cares about who doesn’t like you? All that matters are the people who do.”

“Like you?” Damien asks, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Considering we’ve been dating for over six months now, yes, Damien. Like me.”

Damien reaches out and he cups Ian’s face, thumb sliding across his cheekbone affectionately.

“I like you too, Ethan.”

Ian snorts out a laugh, catching Damien’s hand in his own, and squeezing lightly as he holds on to it.

“You’re so stupid,” Ian says, fondly.

“And yet, I am your boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” Ian says, “funny how that works, huh?”

Damien leans in, lacing his fingers with Ian’s, and he steals a quick kiss as they stand together in Ian’s living room. Damien had stopped by to show off his new tattoos to Ian. They don’t always hang out together nightly, especially with how busy Damien’s been, and with Ian’s leadership role at Smosh plus his filming schedule taking a good amount of his time. But there are times like this, like now, when Damien and Ian both have a free moment, and they choose to spend it together.

Ian’s plan is to make dinner for the two of them, maybe show Damien a movie he’s been excited to watch with him, cuddle on the couch, and talk in a way they haven’t been able to do in person for a few weeks now.

“Come on,” Ian says, using his hold on Damien’s hand to tug him towards the kitchen, “come help me make dinner.”

“You got it,” Damien says, following along with ease.

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 27, pt 13

Previously

~

wwx gasped at the intimacy of the position. Usually, it was the bottom doing the straddling, from what he understood of sex positions, but that didn’t change the way his stomach fluttered at the reminder of where this massage was hopefully leading. Neither did it change the fact that lwj’s junk was really close to his very unclothed ass now, the fabric of the man’s pants rubbing teasingly over his ass cheeks.

“I am going to massage your back,” lwj said, hands already reaching forward to squeeze deliciously at his shoulders. The man didn’t even have the decency to ask if the position was okay for him, but wwx wouldn’t have been able to answer even if he had, his words falling away into the abyss of pleasure.

Strong fingers dug into him just right, and if lwj hadn’t taken massage lessons at some point, then he was obviously a god. Only a god could be this skilled with his hands without years of practice. Clearly, this was the man’s calling. Forget about being a big bad mod boss! lwj needed to shake things up and find a new career path! Then again, maybe not. The moment something became a job, it lost its fun and appeal. Considering wwx wanted to enjoy lwj’s massages every moment of the rest of his life, the man definitely couldn’t ruin his enjoyment of it by making it his full-time job!

…

wwx really did hope lwj was enjoying himself as well. The man certainly seemed into it, at the very least. Never having given someone a massage, wwx was uncertain if there was some difference in the way his stiffer muscles felt under lwj’s hands—people were always talking about knots,?—but his dom sure was good at finding the places he ached the most. Thumbs methodically moved over those aches, and while it hurt, by the time lwj released him from the torture of working each knot out, he felt so, so good.

Seriously, fucking heaven. He could die now.

[missamyrisa2]

Let's talk about face tickles~

Which is when I hold your chin with my thumb and lightly stroke my index finger underneath ~ oh yes, there's a little tickle spot close to your throat that we're starting with ~ and while you consider that, consider this small yellow and black striped feather I just found in the garden ~ did you know you very likely have a tickle spot in the curve where your nose meets your face? Nose tickles are a thing but no one ever seems to go for this spot ~ and only the tiniest and most able tool will do ~ that is to say the rest of your nose is ticklish too ~ a little coochie coochie coo as we go down the crest of your nose lightly, finding all those ticklish pores. Yessss, you have ticklish pores, now you're getting it ~ every one of them can be activated and teased and stimulated. And the best part is I get to drink up your reactions so close, and give you this little kissy faces. Ooh, you could shake my hand from your chin but I don't think you will, not when my little feathery friend is exploring the outline of your lips carefully. That adorable little cupid bow on your lips is wonderfully sensitive. Why, your whole face is ~

Ah, ah, ah ~ don't try to fight it

Funny thing, we spend so much time trying not to touch our own faces, and only let others do it under certain circumstances ~ it makes the face soooo sensitive ~ Of course, this fluffy blush brush is absolutely perfect for your cheeks ~ even funnier, the tool is designed to apply makeup and tickle the very spot it serves. Someone knew what they were doing huh? Someone predicted that this very day a giggle mama would be holding your face and painting your cheeks tickled pink ~ Oh but that's a common space ~ let's talk about your jawline ~ I have a supple tiny paintbrush with long hairs to get those lines. The trick is getting right under the curve of each one ~ again, right where the throat sort of starts. The seams of the face are the trick darling, the places where you were assembled in the ticklish toy factory ~ they hide the ticklish secrets~

Hmmm ~ back to your lips I shall go ~ No, not the feather this time. Now I can trace the inner shape with my fingertip. Barely touching ~ don't move now ~ exploring those near invisible ridges, getting them nice and yesss, quivery ~ let's make those lips tremble. So wanting, so needy huh? Just want those kissies? Nope, sorry ~ not gonna happen ~ just tickles for my dear with the cute adorably blushing ticklish face ~ Let me just turn you to one side now, adjust you by your chin. Does my smirk tickle? You're still giggling ~ I'm not even doing anything ~ buuuut now I am ~ yes, this small makeup brush twirling on your temple is so tickly huh? Little tickle temple? It's the invisible button of the face ~ those tickles just get in deep here ~ and guess what? They have a ticklish neighbor ~ yesss, right across your eyebrows. But we'll pause between them. That spot above your nose, between each brow, it's a death spot for some people ~ let's find out, shall we?

And across your other eyebrow, brushy brushy ~ all those cute little hairs ~ and it's soo fun to work them up, going against the grain lightly before smoothing them out ~ rough you up a bit and love you down ~ that's the game, that's the tickly game with a ticklish cutie pie like you. Are you my little giggly butterfly? My gigglefly? Mmm? Ahh, yes your other temple ~ almost as ticklish as the first ~ maybe we should do both? Why yes, I have two brushes. We'll twirl these brushes on each temple, I think you'll stay still without my finger on your chin now ~ you're too deep in the fuzzy giggle zone now ~ you're all mine, no escape for you darling darling ~ just sweet brushy tickles on your ticklish temples, little fluffy buffs to keep you so adorably squirming yet carefully still under me ~

I know, I know~ this is illegal and you need to have this post removed because it's tickling you so much ~ I knowwww

And I know you're just going to melt into carefully squirming giggly goo when I take this mascara wand and touch your eyelashes so slowly ~ ooh, even if you wear mascara you know it's totallly different when someone else is teasing those tiny little cute hairs and getting you all tickly right at your eyes~ look at this spiky wand~ isn't so cool and teasy? Like it's all girly because it's a makeup tool but it's spiky and punk and mean and dark too ~ and it just rolllls on you so sweetly & bitingly ~ mmh what a lovely word~ bitingly ~ that's exactly what my tickles do, just gentle nibbles, little tastes of your cute body being made to dance and panic ~ you want to squirm away, but oooh you won't~

Because you want to know how this mascara wand feels on your ear, don't you? Oh yes, your ears ~ that's part of your face sweetness ~ and tickle mama has the cutest q-tip to probe around the sensitive spots in there. We're starting in that lovely area where your jaw ends and ear stars, that sensitive never touched zone just under your earlobe ~ does that tickle? I'll linger here a bit before going up to the main attraction, such a random spot no ~ and sooo very ticklish~

The little soft spikes just roll so effortlessly on the shape of your ear don't they? And yes, that is a regular q-tip exploring your other ear. Let's compare, shall we? Which is more tickly? The left, or the right? Right or left? Hey have you ever played that game where someone tells a story to a circle of people and it's full of the words RIGHT and LEFT? Silly game huh? Let's play it on your face ~ and I'll just tickle this ear and that ear with twirly tickles while we talk through it~ Mrs. RIGHT was looking RIGHT where she thought she LEFT her RIGHT hand glove but oh, she LEFT it RIGHT where she LEFT her LEFT glove and~ you know what? Tickle tickle tickle tickle~~!!

Awww, did it just tickle sooo bad on your ears? Sorry cuteness, I can't help myself. Let's just explore your forehead mmm? I have the perfect tool for that too. All that wide open sensitive skin is ever so perfect for a built-in tool. That's right ~ mmhmmm. I'm going to brush my lips over your forehead now and you're going to love it ~ this proximity is a bit tickle hot, no? Ooh gosh ~ you want your tickles so badly, you want to be overloaded with affection and you can't ask for it but your body craves it ~ I knowwww~ and that's why my lips are going down now, and I'm going to kiss those temples, and I'm going to muah your cheeks until you can't think straight ~ you're so fuzzy overwhelmed huh? Just lean back now ~ lean all the way back because I'm going to be over you and you can writhe yourself to giggly madness while I brush my lips on yours ~ back and forth, back and forth ~ blush yourself to bits for me my tickle doll ~ I'm not stopping ~ nooope mmm mmm ~ brushy lip tickles on your lips ~ and fluttery tickles on your neck with my wriggly fingers ~ give me all your giggles, allll of them now ~<33

[sunshineandalittleflour]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there’s a pattern!

WHOOPS sorry @onetwistedmiracle this took me a billion years (9 days) to do, the passage of time is simply not real to me. See twisted's post here and read her stuff, it's good. I will follow her lead and also pic ten fics that I wrote by myself, just to try and keep things easier lol

I'm bad at tagging people because this account is a side blog and I really only talk to twisted on it (is this an invitation to talk to me? Maybe! But please don't be offended if it takes me 9 days to reply), but if you want to examine your own writing style, consider this a lazy tag.

The last ten fics I wrote were for Critical Role and Star Wars (I miss you Check! Please, eventually I work work more on mine and twisted's collab fic and see you again)

1: You could be the one that I love, And now I'm standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

Molly had the feeling that so long as Caleb Widogast’s hand was on the small of his back, he could do anything.

Part 9 in my Molly/Caleb/Essek threesome fic, spicy but they're IN LOVE. I do love to start with a character thought/name.

2: I'm in new territory, somehow, it kinda feels like home

“What?” Padme said, her voice feeling hollow in her own chest.

A rare gen fic for me, I usually write explicit, but this was a fun prequel AU because I love to turn tragedies into opportunities. I also love to start with dialogue, just get RIGHT into things. It's also a short sentence, idk why.

3: Oh, if it's real, if it's sweet

“I’ve made a mistake,” Anakin said, and Luke sighed.

Another teen rating, can you believe I built my AO3 page on writing porn? More dialogue, I just think it's funny. And a short sentence!

4: Wherever you are, we are seeing the same stars

The day after Anakin left, Shmi almost sold C-3PO.

Surprise, it's dialogue AND a short sentence. Am I a two-trick pony? Maybe! Check out this kick flip!

5: Feeling like a face in the crowd

What Molly liked most about Essek and Caleb’s house—besides the fact that they lived in it and he, like, loved them—was just how many nooks and crannies it had.

This is the longest starting sentence thus far, maybe the longest starting sentence ever for one of my fics LOL I usually leave the run-ons for a third of the way through. And it's not dialogue! Shocker! This is also part 8 of my threesome purple wizard series, so the foundation has been laid and I could get a little weird with it?

6: All we got is us now

Ahsoka hadn’t spent a lot of time with Leia Organa.

We're back on the short train with a character driven statement. This is also part 5 of my pretty places series, so, again, there could be something to the already established aspect of it, or nothing at all!

7: Look how you made me

“Jester has questions,” Fjord said with a sigh.

Dialogue, but this time it's not from the POV character. I'm not doing a very good job analyzing things, but I am having a good time.

8: A message in a bottle is all I can do, Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

Caleb Widoghast and Essek Thelyss lived very different lives from Mollymauk Tealeaf.

Character driven thought! Writing is hard, okay, and you gotta start somewhere. Definitive statements and dialogue are nice jumping off points.

9: I'm reaching for you

The first time Molly had sex with Caleb and Essek, he called himself an Uber right after.

This one is earlier on in the threesome series; timeline-wise it's like...the second story? 1.5 technically, since it happens mid first story? But I wrote it fifth, so. Establishment theory does or doesn't gain traction here, I don't think I know what I'm saying anymore.

10: 'Cause you could be the one that I love, I could be the one that you dream of

“What’re you thinking about?” Caleb asked, drawing his thumb across Molly’s temple, winding a purple curl between his fingers.

And we're back on our dialogue train! Dialogue starters, my beloved.

I don't know that we (I) learned anything, but it was fun to wander back through my most recent fics. Hopefully this will inspire me to write more fanfiction, but right now I am DEEP in the trenches of my own dungeons and dragons character, so. It's gonna be a minute.

XOXO

[korereapers]

Title: Surprisingly

Rating: M, not very explicit but. EH.

Fandom: Dragon Age (Inquisition)

Pairing: adoribull, Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull

Tags: FLUFF, FLUFF, TRAUMA TALKING

AO3

For Dorian, surprises like this are usually a sight to behold.

The Maker be damned, he is a mage. He has been experimenting with the arcane since he was young, under many mentors that he always managed to surprise. Alexius is just the most recent one, the one that, against all odds, ended up making Dorian wonder if his search for something bigger, something new, was just another whim of his people. Just another person he thought safe enough, reduced to their most basic desires, unsafe for Dorian's ideas.

Dorian Pavus knows the other side of the coin of such surprises, of such amazement. It usually comes with bitter disappointment, a venom on the back of his tongue that reminds him of how damned he is. Proud, witty, but ultimately powerless, condemned to a life of never truly belonging, of trusting a little, but never too much.

He just takes what he thinks he can take. Trying not to want too much, too deeply.

He promised himself to never allow anyone to get this close, not only out of fear of betrayal, but because he knows it’s in his nature, his mere essence, to deal the cards he gets, and never expect anything else.

A part of his heart, hardened with time and self discipline, breaks when the Iron Bull caresses his face with big fingers, his only healthy eye lost in Dorian's features. It had all started as it usually does, with burning desire that ended up behind closed doors and curtains that would very soon be set on fire. Can you blame him, though? That man is dexterous enough to make him lose his concentration. Which is scary.

"What's going on that cute head of yours?" Dorian asks, and Bull, older and scarred, far from what would be considered cute, chuckles bashfully.

There are many misconceptions about Bull, and Dorian has to admit that he was, in fact, the one with the most prejudices. Oil and water, he tries to remind himself when he feels himself getting soft. Not bound to last, or to anything good. The Bull has to know that, and yet his gaze is yearning, vulnerable.

"I'm scared," he admits, and Dorian knows there is more, that that smart, behemoth of a qunari is plagued with thoughts and unspeakable fears that Dorian may never get to understand. "I think… I think you know what I am afraid of.”

“You have never been one to be insecure about what he does or says.”

The Bull’s eye glints with something akin to fondness, and Dorian feels something, something that's best unsaid, something that does make him afraid, like a child about to be reprimanded because of something he doesn't fully understand, his masters always knowing how brilliant he was, but annoyed at his brightness. Too much, too indecent.

He hates the fear that paralyzes him, but it feels oddly familiar. Almost like home.

"You'd be surprised," Bull mutters. "But you're right. I prefer to be honest… which I guess it's kind of ironic, isn't it?"

Dorian braces for it. For the conversation that he is dreading, but anticipating at the same time. Bull's thumb is on his upper lip, almost as if sensing his breath. Dorian wonders if he can hear his heart, drumming desperately against his chest.

"You know I like you, don't you?"

Dorian lets out a sardonic laugh. That's safe enough. He has been liked before. It's nothing he cannot handle.

"I would hope so, given how you were-"

"Dorian."

It's strange to hear his name like that. Usually, Bull would follow along. Sex is fun. Sex, when it's with Bull, is mind-blowing. But sex is just sex, it's comfortable enough for them not to have to tiptoe around. Even in public, for Bull, boasting about it. About him.

It made him both embarrassed and… proud.

Dorian knows that Bull is wary of magic. He still sees amazement in his good eye when Dorian barely contains the magic inside of him, vibrating inside his fingertips when he holds him, almost desperately, because Bull just did something amazing and everything that makes him himself is about to break.

"I'm afraid," Bull continues, deep voice slow and clear. "Because what I feel about you feels natural, and yet…"

Dorian feels the words burning in his throat, and words escape him without thinking, his own fear manifesting in a way that makes him feel pathetic.

"I thought qunari didn't really have… romantic partners."

Bull's smile is sad, and Dorian wants to kiss it, but he keeps his feelings on a leash, not allowing himself to move.

"Tal-vashoth, remember?"

His eye is shining a little bit too much, and this time, Dorian moves. He doesn't really think about it, beautiful fingers that are used to reading and casting spells tracing rough skin, feeling the Bull's stubble.

"I know… I know how hard it feels to feel that you don't belong to a place you love deeply."

Bull smiles, kissing his palm softly. Dorian can feel his insides combusting, glad that he doesn't blush easily, but he is sure that someone like Bull has realized.

"You're sweet."

Dorian has been called lots of things. Mostly insults of backhanded compliments, but still. Sweet is not one of them. He is not sweet, he is smart, he is confident, he is funny, but…

"You're good to me. And I want to be good to you. If you'll allow me."

Dorian gulps, the feeling about to overwhelm him.

"I'm afraid of losing control. Even more when I'm around you, because you challenge everything I have ever thought about many, many things… But I like you, Dorian. I am afraid because of how much I like you. And shit, I would fucking retire if misread your feelings, but I think-"

"No," Dorian almost hisses, his voice caught in his throat, terrified of speaking his truth, but doing it nevertheless. "You haven't misread anything. Believe me…"

And Bull looks at him, patiently, watching eloquent Dorian struggling to find the right words, for the right feelings.

"I like you too. A lot. And Maker, it terrifies me to no end."

Bull smiles slightly. Sweet, understanding. Something solid to hang onto until the storm inside of Dorian subsides.

"So, do you want to give it a try?"

A try? With him? A relationship? Not just fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, something to forget about when the heat of the moment is gone? With him?

"Yes," Dorian says, louder than he should have, and he hadn't realized how much he wanted it until he says it, almost desperately. Like everything he has ever wanted but he didn't think he could get.

"Good."

Bull looks calmer. Younger, almost. Excited, relieved. Dorian wonders if he looks anything similar to it.

"So, my good looks have won you over, huh? My personality, maybe?"

He is good at deflecting. When everything gets a little bit too personal, too mushy. It's an instinctive reflex, but Bull is incredibly good at seeing through his defenses.

"You're sweet," he repeats, more handsome than he should be allowed to be. "I fucking love your looks and your personality. But you're sweet to me. And that's what matters the most."

Dorian blinks, sighing deeply seconds after, hiding his face in Bull's scarred shoulder.

"I cannot win against you, can I?"

"Nope. But I think it's very fun when you try."

Dorian smiles, sweetly, because Bull cannot really see his face. He tries not to take that as a challenge, but fails miserably.

"We'll see."

Bull chuckles, and love be fucking damned, because it has rendered him a complete idiot, but Dorian thinks, surprisingly, that  it's the most beautiful sound in the world.

[definesanity]

Du a Gwyn.

For a Childrone, Beau sure knows how to make her feel like crap.

"Beau, I'm fine, don't worry," she continued to stress, even when she knows she's more than fine.

Considering she's been properly cleaned and repaired for the first time in probably 21 years, Beau was giving her the most bombastic side-eye known to Drone-Kin. Drone kind? Oh, who even cares at this point?

Beau continued to watch her sort the buckets and boxes filled with numerous supplies given to them by dear suppliers (see: any unfortunate, unlucky soul whom was found by Alice before the Sentinels), and gestured to the notepad besides her.

"Yeah, I can write; shocker, huh?"

He rolled his eyes, then pointing at a sloppy-written part of it:

1. Get spare parts needed (for antlers/other body parts)

2. Keep Yeva's kid away from the Prom

*Oozee Uzi said she also has witchcraft. Bit of a problem.

Alice clinked her fingers together. Beau only nudged her, looking concerned.

"...Don' give me tha' look, Beau," she rubbed his head, adjusting his cowboy hat. "Aye'll be alrigh'. Trus' me, okay?"

Beau gave a sigh using 'DISSAPOINTED_SIGH.SFX', but ultimately let her go. But not before he gave her something.

It looked like a camera, of sorts. A very crudely-made one, mind, with... wait.

"Beau, is this a Robo-Goddamned Sentinel lens?"

A smirk came on to his face.

"...Thanks." a rare moment where her eyes were whole, she smiled at him, and he gave her a thumbs up back.

Well, with friends like these...

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...That reminds her.

"So, what's Yeva's kid like?"

Uzi was on her bed, arranging her chaotic collection of notes, and Alice was crouching on the chair that she pushed towards the bed after hopping on to it.

"She's... strange. I was pretty sure she had the Solv--ah, the witch power, but, anyways: she's quiet, speaks Russian, and I'm like, kinda alright with her? I mean, we've chatted a couple of times, but it was mostly class work."

Alice hummed. "Have you thought abou' befriendin' 'er?"

"What? No! That'd mean I'd also have to befriend Lizzy, and friends don't suit me!"

"Then what am I, lil purp?" she leaned over her, but Uzi seemed to have lost any fear from it.

"You are some mad Worker Drone I found and is leeching off of my cleaning supplies. Also, how old even are you, anyway?"

"Hey, it's rude ta ask a lady her age, ya know?"

A dry look was Uzi's reply.

"...Oh, fine. I'm forty-one."

Uzi blinked in surprise. "Wait, really? Damn, you look... surprisingly good. No... nano-wrinkles or anything."

Her eyes became whole again, and lifted her right eyebrow. "Oh, really now?"

"Easy there, I'm just saying," she rolled her eyes, then looked at Alice's. "Also, you look... weird, with full eyes."

"More used to these, huh?" they went back into circles. "Eh, so am I; makes it easier for people to think I'm just some crazy witch livin' down below."

Uzi's face changed into text: "BUT U ARE? (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)"

"...I ain't winning this," wisely kicking herself back over to the desk, she started to write again.

"So, back to what were we talkin' abou'..."

"Look, I don't even know where to start with 'making friends'. No point trying in something I can't even do."

"Uh huh."

"Don't 'uh huh' me!"

"Nuh uh."

"Stop with the slang, it sounds weird!"

Alice smirked in response. Hey, she could be funny too, on the occasion.

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Doll liked to keep things simple, as ironic as it may sound to others.

And she knew that others, didn't. Take Lizzy; she and her were... friends? But, point remains, she overcomplicates things.

Then, enter the scrawled note she found:

Hey, I'm terrible at this so just meet by my house after classes

--Uzi

P.S. No this isn't some kinda plot, I legit just want a chat and also just let urself in

Now, that was curious. Uzi Doorman, making small talk? Perish the thought!

...Is what Lizzy would jokingly say. Doll, however, says it's odd.

She admits she always wanted to get to know Uzi; the angst-ridden goth girl was an interesting person, so hey, who knows, hm?

...Of course, she had neglected to mention the antler-headed Worker Drone who lived in there.

"Heya, Surface-Slicker--!"

She instinctively lifted her arm up--

ERROR: LIKE OBJECT CANNOT BE EDITED.

"...Well, that's just rude." she said, her eyes looking at her with mild annoyance.

Erstwhile, Doll was sure she nearly oiled herself. ["Y-You as well?"]

"Mm? Oh, that. Yeeeeah... pain in the ass, like, but it still has some uses." The woman shrugs, slithering her way over to the bed where Uzi was sleeping. "Don' worry too much abou' her, she'll wake in a couple'a minutes."

["...I see."] Doll then coughed into her hand. ["Apologies for attacking you. I simply have never seen someone else with this... curse."]

"An' I wish you didn't see any more. It ain' fun, having a power you can't control, righ'? But try and control it, or suppress, or even just go along with it... an' you end up like the others."

["What others?"] came the sharp reply.

"You would know." the lady responds, before taking out a picture. "Of all people."

Doll took the picture, and nearly vomitted.

Her mother.

Ma... she...

The picture showed a human in the corner, different robots unlike Drones, and three Worker Drones.

To the right was someone who's face was in the wall. Despite that, red hair was visible, so she can only surmise it's the Drone in front of her (which, now that she's looking at her, spots on top of her antlers(?!) a lanyard like her mother had; this one saying her name is 'Alice'.

In the middle was a very relaxed looking Worker Drone, who seemed to be chilling with the dinosaurs and using the AbsoluteSolver with casualness.

On on the left... Yeva. Her mom. Crying, as her visor broke and bled ink.

"Yeva was always the quiet one; and she never learnt how ta probably control it." Alice said. She looked at her with full, orange eyes. "I'm sorry to hear what happened to them. She was probably the nicest gal I ever met."

["...Thank you. It... means a lot."] Doll then looked over to Uzi. ["Was this why she wanted to make friends with me?"]

"Nah, it was me who wanted to keep that thing under close watch; she genuinely thought you were pretty cool. And, well, her judgement is... decent enough, I think. Better than Nori's was, anyway."

["Maybe, but she never did consider making a rail gun was a bad idea--"]

It was like a lightning strike. As soon as the words left her, Uzi booted up, with 'CONFUSION.EXE: BOOTED' on her visor, and looked over, her eyes narrowed.

"Well, I didn't know I had Robo-Satan in me! So bite me, it worked!" she then got up and walked over. "Ugh, still... I think you're alright."

["Even if I hang out with Lizzy?"]

"Lizzy's Lizzy."

["...Fair. I suppose I agree. You're quite a genius."]

Turning her head, she nodded. ["This thing we all share isn't good. I swear I'll help you both once I find what I'm looking for. Until then, please: stay far away from the Prom."]

"The heck you mean--?"

Red lightning suddenly crackled, and Doll vanished.

"Wha--" blinking, Uzi whipped her head around. "It can teleport you???"

"It does more than just change your eye colour." Alice replied, gesturing at her ID. Green was on it, while Alice presently had orange eyes.

Huh. Weird.

"...She knows we're gonna go to the Prom, isn't she?"

"'We'?"

"Don't pull that face. I'm old, not senile."

Oh, now that was a stretch, for sure...