#Shush its embarrassing

[noroalia]

remember back in like 2020 when i used to complain that art got a reblog ratio of like 1/3 1/4. yeahhh its getting worse and worse each passing year

[fandomregression]

started listening to another dnd podcast at work and ahaha let's jusr say. new fictional cg. kyborg <3 also listening to the guy playing kyborg's voice makes me feel small! so that's fun!

[nuctua-larc]

OK OK LAST POST TODAY!! Just me trynna figure out how to draw the brothers :)

[marshadowstea]

okay word vomit to end the day :3

dont read it, this is mine >:[

[coyotejaw]

men making me pause my male hate video essay to ask me a question and then not listen to my response so he can just talk himself in circles and get confused . like cool so glad im part of this conversation with you. men are so bad at listening they dont. even. listen. to themselves

[manmuncher777]

Bestfriend!Gojo who was hanging out with you and some girl friends when he went to get himself another drink, he got distracted on his phone before heading back, only to hear the topic of the conversation has changed. Hushed whispers and giggles coming from the living room and he stood behind the corner listening intently.

“What?!?! Never, come on your joking.” he heard a friend gasp.

“Not even that other guy you dated? the one with the weird facial hair?” your other friend asked only to be met with your embarrassed shushing.

“Guys, its not a big deal!”: you whispered. Gojo was intrigued now, what could’ve gotten little old you so embarrassed

“You’ve never been eaten out, its a huge deal!”

“Shut up, I don’t need Gojo hearing!”

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s stopped dead in his tracks… so no one has ever eaten you out huh? Figures with your list of lames ass fucking exes. He never liked any of the guys you brought home, always thinking you could do with someone better, someone like him…. Now that was becoming a lot more clear to him.

Bestfriend!Gojo whos thinking about how good he would treat you if you were his, he wouldnt be able to let you go 12 hours without getting a taste for you. If he was dating you, your pleasure would be his priority. But for now he was going to keep this to himself.

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s walking around the corner with significantly tighter pants now, smirk on his face. “What am i not allowed to hear sweets?” he questioned, lolloping down next to you on the couch, a lot closer than he was before. He was staring at you intently, and you had to try and make yourself concentrate

“N-Nothing!!” You squeal out, your voice noticeably higher than normal. Your face was pink, covered in a hue of blush. Your friends sat there trying to hold in their giggles at your embarrassment. Like school girls with a secret they were hiding from the teacher. You shot them a look to tell them to shut up, but it only made them giggle more.

Bestfriend!Gojo who was having trouble concentrating for the rest of the night after what he heard. He couldn’t believe it was true, he also couldn’t believe how flustered you were getting over it. He was also struggling to stop him imagination. Images of your whirling around in his mind, how you would sound ur he finally got his mouth on you. He knew he would make you enjoy it, he would have you cumming until you couldn’t anymore. Until you were shaking and all you could scream was his name. All he could do was sit and watch as you chatted vibrantly to your friends, while he was there imaging how you would taste.

Bestfriend!Gojo would couldn’t be happier when your friends finally leave. It was a long evening filled with wine and chatter, and he wasn’t able to enjoy it ever since your little secret got spliced. I mean what kind of man would he be to ignore such a thing like that. Now that he finally had you by yourself, he could get you.

“So you gonna tell me what your little friends were giggling about so much earlier.” He leans on your counter, watching as you pack away various things of the night, he had followed you into the kitchen for this interrogation.

“Not sure what you mean,” You shut him down, your back to him while you put away things in your fridge. Your back to him so he couldn’t see the blush on your face.

“Oh I think you do sweetheart, You were redder that a tomato” A sly smirk on his face as you whip around.

“I was not!”

“Oh yeah? You sure, because you look the same right now.” He said smugly, not moving despite your angry glare “C’mon, it cant be that bad, im your best friend, You can tell ‘Toru anything.”

you freeze for a second, a nervous shiver wracking over you and you can feel yourself flush. You couldn’t imagine telling Gojo such an embarrassing secret. You were mortified enough as it is

“It’s embarrassing Gojo” you say firmly, but he can hear the nervous shiver in your voice.

He makes his way round the counter. stopping right in front of you as you turn from the fridge. His towering figure stood above you like some kind of god. a knowing smirk on his face as his piercing blue eyes stared intently at you.

“Oh cmon sweets don’t Gojo me.” His deft fingers reaching to brush the prickled skin of you arm. “Jus’ tell me, can’t be that bad.” That smile might seems warm and welcoming, but you could sense something else under there. something you couldn’t quite place.

you sigh, an exasperated noise leaving you. you struggle to hold eye contact with him, glancing down at you feet. trying to hide the flush in your face

“Trust me. it’s pretty bad”

“You know you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you. Scouts honour!” he places a hand over his heart as he speaks

“You were never a scout Satoru” you laugh at his joke. the tension you felt easing. maybe you could trust him

“Still applies.”

you pause for a moment, mulling it over in your mind. I mean he promised not to make fun of you. maybe it would be fine. You could just tell him and move on, that way he would stop bugging you about it… right?

“basically. Noonehasevereatenmeout.” “woah slow down. I didn’t even hear that”

you take a deep breath turning your head to the side so he can’t see your face

“I have never been eaten out! okay. No big deal”

the silence is almost palpable. You kept your head to the side, awaiting a loud laughter or some sort of chuckle. maybe some sort of mocking. but nothing. Just heavy breathing as you felt that presence get even closer.

“oh sweetheart” Gojos voice rang out with sympathy. not mocking. his hand gently dripping at your chin and forcing you to face him. those eyes of his as intense as ever. “You mean no one has ever gotten to taste that pretty little pussy?”

that question struck you to your core. your stomach warming at the crude nature of his comment. You couldn’t will yourself to fight against his grip and pull away. You allowed yourself to be entranced by the man.

While his voice may be kind. that smile on his face was anything but

“want me to be your first baby?”

bestfriend!Gojo who lowered himself onto his knees in front of you. A imagine you wanted imprinted in your mind forever. he looked heavenly, those gorgeous blue eyes never leaving yours. As soon as you nodded your head yes he dropped you onto your counter, spread your legs and dropped To his knees. Something you never thought you would see him do. But there was something about that look in his eyes. The way he never took them off you. It sent a shiver through you.

Bestfriend!Gojo who pushes up your skirt so sweetly, waiting to see if hes pushing some kind of boundary, but when he sees your blushing face, he knows you’re enjoying yourself to. His eyes now flickering down to where theyre begging to be.

Glancing down to your panties, a pretty black lace that he was soon peeling down your legs. ( slipping them into his back pocket for…. Later)

Bestfriend!Gojo who would sense your nerves, a hand stroking at your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. Folds glistening with arousal under the lights in your kitchen

“Oh? What’s this?” A long finger dragging through your folds, making you gasp. “Wet already sweetheart?”

You were certain you were a bright shade of scarlet now, you can feel yourself furiously blushing. You couldn’t place the reason however, was it because you were embarassed? Or maybe because you felt vulnerable. Or maybe it was because your handsome Bestfriend was on his knees infront of your needy pussy

Bestfriend!Gojo who wouldve liked to spend more time teasing you and making you beg for him, but he could save that for next time. Right now he just had to get his mouth on your pretty little pussy. He looked almost entranced, like a child being gifted a new toy.

Bestfriend!Gojo who wastes not a second longer, gripping your hips with his huge hands as he pulls you into his face. Burying himself in your folds eagerly. His tongue discovering each and every part of you. He did his best to start off gentle, but those sweet little moans you let out for him were making it hard to keep control

“Oh!” You gasped out, not expecting him to be so eager to eat you out. Goosebumps prickling all over your body as the first flick of his tongue hand you squirming. And he certainly doesn’t stop there, his tongue diving through your folds, savouring every drop of your essence with each greedy lick. One of your hands gripping on the edge of the countertop while another flies to his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his tongue drags oh so sweetly over your clit.

“H-Holy fuck” you stutter out, you were a mess. Not expecting any of this to be unfolding, and not expecting it to be this fucking good.

Your flushed face screwing up with pleasure from the man beneath you, head flung back as moans and gasps leave you. It was a foreign feeling, but certainly not a bad one. You could hardly control your hips as they bucked into the mouth of your best friend.

Bestfriend!Gojo who is having the best time of his life, buries deep between your thighs. He never wants to forget the taste of you on his tongue. Swiping through your folds over and over again, dipping into your dripping opening. Slowly hes losing his resolve, getting messier and messier with each movement. Rumbling groans leaving his chest as you tug on his hair when he sucks your clit. Your juices dripping down his chin, but that doesnt stop him. His mind slowly being flooded with thoughts of you and only you. Nothing compared to the noises you were making in this moment, he wanted so badly to be able to see you. Just from those noises you were making, he knew your face would look so sweet, sweet enough to match the pitchy moans leaving you. The breathy plea’s for more. And the way you sounded when his name left your lips. But he didnt dare remove himself from you, unsure if he would be able to manage even a second away from you pretty little cunt. He wanted to eat your until you were crying.

Bestfriend!Gojo who can tell when you’re getting close, removing one of the hands that was keeping your legs spread for him, and tracing it down to your needy cunt. This was his chance to look at you, removing his mouth from you, allowing his deft fingers to take the place of his tongue tracing over your clit. Your body jumps at the feeling, a sharp gasp leaving you.

“Toru~”

“s’alright sweets, I’ve got you.” He assures while he traces sloppy kisses up your thighs. You can feel his eyes watching your every move. He’s glad he got a chance to look at your fucked out features that were all because of him. A smug sort of pride filling his chest knowing he was your first, and knowing he was the one who turned you into a moaning mess.

“Feels good huh?” He asks, and your can hear the smirk in his voice, youre not too sure if you can manage to open your eyes though. Unable to look at your Bestfriend in this moment. The only thing you can do is nod as his fingers work merciless circles over your clit.

“Oh come on baby, you can do better than that.” His fingers slow slightly “Open those eyes for me… unless you want me to stop of course.”

In an instant your shamelessly snap you eyes open “Fuck- no toru, please don’t stop.” You whine as your glassy eyes meet his. Tears of pleasure building slightly, threatening to spill.

You can feel your orgasm building in your stomach, that delicious feeling creeping closer and closer.

“There she is” he smirks. And finally his handsome face comes into view. You can see the shine of your slick coating his chin and mouth that is currently pulled into a mean smirk.

“S’good toru, so good.” You whimper as his fingers take up their usual pace, you’re so close, on the edge. And that look in his eyes is only making your situation worse.

“I know sweets, I know. So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” Spiting a thick glob of saliva on your pussy, right before he dives back in, determined to finish you off.

And with a few more ravenous licks of your cunt, you were doing just that. Legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut you came on your best friends tongue, harder than you had in a long time. Back arching into the air as you yelped out for him. Grinding against his face as he helped you through your orgasm, movements never ceasing as you soaked his face.

Bestfriend!Gojo who didnt stop until you were squirming from overstimulation, pulling himself up on his knees and wiping his face while you sat there a dripping and quivering mess, still recovering.

“You wanna see what else im good at baby?”

[red-writes]

the moment that Nanami finds out just how inexperienced you are in sex he decides that he can't sleep with you just yet and its torturous. he makes you hop on his lap every night and lets his fingers slowly stroke that deep little spot inside of you that has your pussy soaking his fingers, you're so wet that it streams down between your asscheeks. the sounds that his fingers make when they're plunging in and out of you are so so wet and dirty. its obscene and it's so embarrassing, its humiliating and your cheeks are burning hot but all you can focus on was the way that your legs trembled as the pads of his fingers slid over your g-spot. you got closer and closer to the edge until his fingers pulled out and he showed you the dripping wet appendages. "look at how wet you are. you didn't even want to let me go." he says into your ear and you shudder, pussy gaping, desperately squeezing around nothing, desperate for something hotter and thicker. "nami..please just fuck me already" he shushes you calmly and you feel a protest building in your throat but it's silenced the moment his fingers find your clit, the pace and the pressure he applied to your clit had your back arching against him and your eyes rolling back into your head as you came. he let you grind on his fingers to ride out your high until your hips stuttered and came to a stop. he brushed your hair back with his clean hand and placed a gentle kiss on your neck. "now baby, see how quickly you came from just a little bit of stimulation? it'll be too much for you" and you shake your head weakly, this is gonna be the longest waiting period of your life

[fakeboismakegoodgirls]

you need money. so you get a sugar daddy. he promises you a huge allowance, extravagant dates, and frequent gifts. the only condition: you have to dress as a girl. he likes "femboys", he says. he even helps you out at first, buying you slutty little skirts and cute dresses to wear whenever you see him. he gets you lacy bras and matching panties, and sometimes he snaps a few pictures of you in them before he strips them off and fucks you. you don't mind; he pays extra for that.

after a few weeks of this, his vocab starts to slip. he orders for you at the five star restaurants he takes you to: "she'll have the..." he tells you it's for your safety, after all, no one can tell you're a man when all your feminine curves are on display. then it makes its way into the bedroom: "good girl," he praises when you cum on his cock. you feel your cunt twitch; surely it's just from the orgasm.

it happens more and more: calling you a good girl, sweet talk about your feminine curves and girly cunt. you argue; but he says it's "just a kink" of his, but he needs it, and if you want to keep him (and his money) around, you'll do it. so you do. you let him call you all kinds of feminine terms, point out the biological reality of your body, and when he tells you to repeat it back to you, you do that too: "i'm a girl, and i was made for real men's cocks." you don't even notice that he rubs you faster, fucks you harder whenever you call yourself a girl. you don't notice that he makes sure to shower you in feminine compliments every time you come. you don't notice, at least at first, that your pussy absolutely gushes whenever you you say those words: "i'm a girl, and i was made for real men's cocks." you don't notice, at first, that your girly little clit throbs every time he reminds you that only women have pussies. you do notice when you realize while touching yourself that you can't cum anymore without referring to yourself as a girl. you tell this to your sugar daddy, tearful and embarrassed. he shushes you, wrapping his arms around you, soothing you with gentle circles over your clit. he tells you that it makes sense, that it just means you've finally accepted your biological reality, your true gender, and you believe him. he smirks, knowing he successfully conditioned you into viewing yourself as nothing but a slutty little girl, made to take his cock.

[cyber333angel]

KINKTOBER DAY ONE -

COCKWARMING WITH LOGAN HOWLETT

it was a late movie night for the two of you, cuddling up with a bowl of popcorn while you watch horror films and sneak little kisses to each other. logan has his hand around your waist, fondling at the fabric that rests on your tummy as you giggle and swat his hand away at the ticklish movement. you snuggle your head into the pocket of his neck, breathing in the musky smell that always makes you feel so at ease, but the more you breath him in the more you feel that wet spot spreading in your panties. getting needier by the second as you rub your thighs together trying to contain yourself, by now you should know that logan takes note of every little thing you do, he knows you almost more than you do yourself and he proves that when he makes a little comment, picking up your head to face him. “you alright bub, what’s going on down here?” he says teasingly placing his hands on your thigh, smiling while you wince in embarrassment that he caught even your slightest movements.

you nod your head in a yes motion, your breath hitching as you spread your legs apart and snuggle closer to him. “m’alright lo, i just need you..” you say with a slight whine, kissing at his neck greedily, moving on to his lap to be closer to him. feeling his hands crawl around your waist as you suck at his lips, almost moaning into his mouth while you try to tug off his clothes ��� where logan stops you, holding your hands as you pause and look at him wondering what happened. “I know you just want me to just put it in bubba but you gotta work for it first.” he says, completely serious as if you have time to play games right now. “but-“ you go to argue but your shushed before you even say your defense. “nope no easy way like usual, you want me to make you feel good or not?” and of course you do, so you nod your head not knowing how mhch hard work it would take to get your way.

and that’s how you end up facing the TV screen with your back pressed up against logans chest, his cock buried into your cunt as you struggle to sit still. trying to quit your constant squirming as if it isn’t difficult to have all his girthy length wedged into the deepest parts of you, you peek behind him and see him watching the movie still with a beer in one hand and his other gripping your hip sternly. throughout the movie he tries to quiet your whimpers, grabbing your jaw to whisper some disapproving remark, acting like this isn’t the hardest thing for you. you only want to relieve the stretching feeling that’s in your cunt and you had been good so far. it was a little difficult at the beginning where logan had to keep telling you to sit down, having to hold your thighs in place while you whined about how much you needed to move. but at the nearing last 10 minutes of the movie and you think you can make it. “doing so good for me baby I knew you could do it..” he says slivering up his hand to your neck, holding it gently as he leaves trails of kisses up and down you neck to your back. the warm suction of his lips distracting you and and it’s like your hips have a mind of its own, guiding yourself back and forth on his dick so it hits you in all the right places. “mm logan i can’t take it anymore! I need to move s’too much!” you can hear his response close to your ear, hearing the greed in his sweet baritone voice as he finally says yes to your pleads. “of course baby, you were such a good fucking girl it’s time you get your reward right?”

[rockingbytheseaside]

omg, I am quite literally in love with your work.

pls I cannot tell you how frickin ecstatic I am when I read your stuff 😭 like I’m Fr Rolling on the floor and stopping every five secs bc of the butterflies-

AND! I saw that your asks are open!! (If I misread/misunderstood then I’m so sorry and just ignore this) I was wondering if you could do Harbingers x reader when they find reader quietly weeping- like reader thought they were alone and didn’t wanna burden them :3 romantic if you would !!

no pressure ofc!!!! fr I love ur stuff sm like I’ve been reading ur stuff OVER AND OVER😭😭😭

(bshdhsgdhagjds Okay, let me just hold in my tears- that’s so kind of you anon! Sorry for making you wait, I hope this is something similar to what you wanted) 

✦ How they comfort you when you cry

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

Sometimes, your days might feel bitter, and sometimes the weight of your inner struggles can accumulate into a somber heap of self-doubt. Whether it was a minute inconvenience that resulted in your dampened mood, or stressful memories of the past – the reasons behind it fade into insignificance. Because next thing you know, you feel your shoulders slightly shaking, and your hand reaching to conceal your silent weeping. Thus, when talking becomes a burden and your breath runs short, your beloved is the first to listen to your sniffles.

✧ Pierro’s already icy gaze becomes unreadable. Is it fear? Is it astonishment? Or is it the readiness to unleash hell upon anything that compelled you to shed these silent tears? He sees you hugging yourself, trying to shield yourself away from him. His gloved hands cautiously reach for your form, like a blanket wrapping itself around your shoulders. 

“My divine one, why hide your tears away from me? Why conceal the sadness in your eyes when you silently weep? Please, grace me with your gaze and look at me.” 

His voice is careful despite its deepness, suppressing his boiling temper at the sight of your sadness. He reaches for you tenderly, and when you turn towards him, you allow yourself to cry further into his chest. He cradles you silently, never once wasting breath on simple shushes or admonishments to cease crying. No, The Jester will hold you, let his lips press softly to your forehead, and let you cry as much as you need. He'll personally worship and wipe every teardrop off your cheek. 

Yet despite his gentle arms, you sense him shaking. His gloved hands hold you securely, yet subconsciously gripping. Because pray to the archons above, he will not rest until the source of your sadness is annihilated. 

✧ Il Capitano never saw you cry before. He saw you as an equal in matters of battles, duels, and personal life. Through ups and downs, your best and worst. And yet the imposing, mighty Captain never witnessed his beloved’s face slowly scowl and emit those saddened sobs as you're doing now. 

“No… who bestowed such sadness onto you, my cherished? What sorrows are you fighting?” 

He asks, half in disbelief and worry. The Captain kneels down, the back of his armored hands gracefully meeting your face. He makes sure you’re not physically in pain, his touch asking permission for the simplest caress. You might feel embarrassed to explain why you're crying, but the Captain will coax you to talk only if you bestow him this honor. Otherwise, he never mocks or admonishes you for crying – “This is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of humanity in your strength.”

To soothe you, he'd drape an arm around your shoulder, bringing the side of his coat to shield you. If you desire, he'd immediately discard his coat entirely and wrap it over your shoulders. And if you desire neither this or that, he'd silently kneel, asking for permission to pick you up in his forearms, so you may rest on his shoulder while he carries you away. 

✧ You cannot conceal your sorrows from Il Dottore. He suspects you are feeling dejected before you even realize it. Should your shoulders quiver and tears well in your eyes, he'll be the first to perceive it. His already tense countenance will harden, and in short, murderous intent, he’ll ask:

“Who did this to you?”

His first suspension is that someone foolish enough dared to hurt you, and his next task is to seek out that moron. And stars above, if someone did ruin your day, the Doctor will have a new cadaver on his lab table. You'll have to physically restrain the Harbinger in front of you by putting your hands on his shoulder and explaining hurriedly that no one did anything harmful. 

Il Dottore won't quell his inner rage so easily though. As you shake your head, and rub your eyes, it will require much persuasion to convince him that it’s not as dire as he suspects. Nonetheless, Dottore will keep a tight hold on your form. If he won't murder someone in rage, then he'll prepare a soothing beverage and wrap you up in a comfortable seating so you may rest your weary head. He’ll have to personally drag you to sit by his lap so you won’t desolate yourself into a depressive fit again. 

“Wasting your breath and energy on crying is a futile endeavor. You'll only tire your body out… so rest in my arms before your mind starts weaving more puny sentiments.” 

✧ The ever-prideful and strict Scaramouche would find himself faltering into silence when the unfamiliar sound emanates from your being. The hiccupped sounds of choked cries are not foreign to him - he recognized them very well and was personally acquainted with the physical pain of crying. But seeing the closest being, the one he calls most cherished, to unexplainable weep was a new form of pain he had never experienced. 

“... Are you-? What's wrong, are you hurt? Did something-!”

An expression of shock and fear bestows the Balladeer, his hands are reluctant and afraid to cross your boundaries when you cry in front of him. His first instinct is to believe that he has erred, that he has hurt you or spoken insensitively. Anguished, his fist tightens, dreading your stern rejection. Yet, all it takes is a gentle shake of your head and a soft reassurance - no, he hasn't actually done anything wrong.

His brow will remain furrowed, and only under your permission, he would glue himself to you in a reassuring embrace. It's only after he's assured of your safety and well-being that the Harbinger begins to ease up and scoff. Maybe, just maybe, he will go and bring your favorite sweets afterward. Regardless, his hands kept cupping your face, thumbs gently wiping your tears.

“Ha, you’re that sensitive that you’d weep at the most minor inconvenience? Fine, I’ll stay here. But don’t get too comfortable. And you better stop apologizing for crying. You should never say sorry for something like that. It’s in your right to cry… Just come to me when something’s troubling you, alright?”

✧ You cannot recall a single instance when Pantalone's captivating smile ever wavered. The man has perfected his charismatic, million-mora smile that only you can discern if he’s being genuine or not. But to witness it dropping completely in a cold stare while you cried was chilling. You felt scared, as the Harbinger grew eerily silent with each slow step, he demanded:

“... Give me names and I will make sure they will disappear permanently.”

You jolted. This was bad, and it sure didn’t quell your sobbing as you hurriedly shook your head. Pantalone took a deep sigh, his brain forced to flip a switch and change to a more tender tone so he wouldn’t scare you further with his sinister rage. He will deal with the causes later. What mattered now was your shaken state. Hence, like the dotting lover he is, he softly inquired whether you wish to talk or have some privacy. 

If you willingly welcomed his physical touch, then prepare yourself for a day filled with him enfolding you tightly. He will draw you near, letting you cry your frustrations out until you get fatigued and rest against his lean chest. The Regrator always fulfills his pledges, gently rocking you back and forth. He will vow to spoil you on the next shopping spree and purchase everything you desire - luxuries, clothes, perfumes, or fancy meals, all of it is yours with a snap of his fingers (even if you reprimand his indulgence). His embraces are tenacious, endless kisses raining down on your face until you plead and whine to be released from his insistent hugs.

"My heart, how can I possibly release you when you should be adorned with kisses instead of tears? I am afraid I won’t be so easily reassured until I see your smile again."

✧ Tartaglia’s highlight of the day is mirroring your luminous smile; hence when he first heard your sorrowful sniffles, it felt like a sudden dark cloud washed past him, pouring cold water to wipe his smile off in an instant. Without hesitation, his hand found itself on your shoulder as he guided you to sit first.

“Hey, hey… What’s wrong, darling? I’m here, it’s alright.”

He observes your attempt to explain the root of your troubles, but as you try to elaborate, your tears only intensify against your own will. Kneeling in front of you, his gaze was resolute - he now had a mission. He will immediately soothe your mood with tender words of endearment, lighthearted banter, and the occasional joke here and there, anything to make you crack up with that sweet smile he so adores.

Tartaglia will remind you that first and foremost, he is your Ajax - the one who will bring laughter through his playful teasing and delightful humor during your times of melancholy. The one who will cook you the best Snezhnayan Bliny better than any pancake restaurant. And the one who will always be there so you can lean your head on his shoulder and just feel his heartbeat as he embraces you deeply. In any other circumstances, he is the 11th of the Fatui Harbinger who will work and bloody his fists for your safety. However, for now, you shouldn’t occupy your thoughts with such concerns.

“Hey, it’s alright… You don’t have to feel embarrassed for crying. We all have bad days from time to time. How about this, leave today’s dinner on me. I shall cook your favorite even better than you could imagine! Or else what sort of boyfriend would I be if I’m not spoiling my darling.” 

[syoddeye]

cygnet, plucked | price x reader | part two part two cw: dubcon/noncon, blood, mild injury, manhandling, forced orgasm, referenced animal death/butchering forthcoming cw: more dubcon, forced marriage, breeding kink, body horror a/n: vibes. part one | masterlist 🦢

The knife is small, but the task feels impossible. You are unaccustomed to such labor. Meals once came easily, just a bend of your neck to pull up pondweed and milfoil—tadpoles, the occasional fish.

Not this. Not the lump in your hand with its rough, textured skin. Pulling a blade across it, releasing that musty, earthy scent that makes your nose wrinkle.

Your fingers inevitably slip.

Pain flares, sharp and foreign. You flinch hard, watching in mute horror as the first bead of blood wells up, then another, crimson blooming across the underside of your finger. The sound escapes unbidden—jarring, ugly—growing louder as the sting takes hold.

Heavy footsteps thump against the earth outside, and the door flies open, rattling on its hinges. John steps inside, shoulders heaving, mitts already stained from the doe hanging outside.

The sight of him shrinks the scream in your throat to a wordless, panicked whine.

The smell of iron clings to him. Fur, fat, something that once had a heartbeat. His hands crease as they flex at his sides. 

His eyes flick to your trembling hand, then to the knife still clutched in the other. He wipes his palms on his trousers, messily and imperfectly scrubbing away the gore of your eventual supper. As if he needs clean hands to touch you.

(You doubt they ever were.)

He exhales hard through his nose. His words tinged with exasperation.

"Gave you one job…"

Then he's on you.

The change is swift, inborn. The pendulum of your emotions swings violently from panic to rage. Fear, the constant.

You hiss, teeth snapping as he crowds you against the table, your spine meeting his chest. A half-peeled potato rolls off the edge, thudding to the floor while blood drips from your finger, a bright spot on the wood.

You twist, raising the little knife in your good hand, but he is faster—a solid grip clamps around your wrist, squeezing until your fingers betray you and the blade clatters. You squeal at the sharp twist of your arm, but his mouth is already at your ear, hot, shushing.

"Quit strugglin'," he says, pressing closer, draping his weight over your back. The wall of him, unrelenting. The force alone stills you, allowing him to bend and pin you over the table. Your cheek presses into it, a curl of potato skin sticking damp to your face.

You turn your head, teeth gritted, and glare, eyes full of fury you have no way to unleash.

"That's better," he lifts your hand, smearing blood. "Now, let's see what you've done to yourself."

John takes his time assessing the small cut. Long enough that the anger inside you fizzles into an embarrassed frustration. You told him. You told him you did not know how to do this. Any of this. To which he'd calmly replied he'd teach you every little thing you needed to know.

But now, here you are, cringing as he inspects the wound, dripping onto him, and it's shameful. Tears well and threaten to fall, held at bay by sheer will. Then he shifts, and your concentration breaks.

You realize how treacherously high your plain dress bunches on your hips at this angle. And through the fabric, there's a warmth. A steady heat that passes from him into you, inescapable. It seeps through where his body pins yours, through the calloused hand wrapped firmly around your wrist.

Then, as if he's arrived at the same realization in that instant, John moves.

He grinds his pelvis into the small of your back. Subtly. Or as subtly as he cares to try. The length between his legs fattening.

"See now?" he murmurs, almost gentle. "Ain't so bad if you just hold still."

He releases your injured hand, planting his own on the table to steady himself. Then, apparently indulging an impulse, he hooks his chin over your shoulder, drawing closer, whiskers scraping your cheek. The bulk of him snug at your back. "It'll be alright. We have enough for dinner, anyway."

John cleans your cut with you seated unnecessarily on his thigh. Too close to the bulge you are intent on ignoring. You don't protest, the rage building inside too deep for words. Instead, you fix your gaze on the window, seething at the sun as it pours in.

When he finishes, he kisses your palm, thumb grazing over the fine, downy feathers on your wrist. You flinch at the contact, but he only lifts your hand higher, inhaling deeply, dragging his nose along the tiny feathers.

"Said I'd take care of you."

That night, John insists you share the bed. That there's no harm in it if he intends to make good on his promise and make you his missus.

He gives you no quarter, wrangling you to bed, ignoring your squawking. Against every bit of resistance in your body, your muscles betray you the moment you land. After weeks of sleeping curled on the floor out of your own volition, the bed is a reprieve. Even if it feels wrong.

You fold inward, facing the wall, determined to keep the distance.

In the dark, the room grows silent, save for the rhythm of his breathing. You keep your body tense, refusing to give in, but his warmth bridges the small gap between you and, with it, an insidious pull. 

Your stubbornness abates. Muscles loosening, mind drifting. Before you know it, it's dawn.

You wake, disoriented by slivers of sunlight, a hairy chest pressed to your back, a thick arm banded around your waist. Breath tickling your neck. A hand low on your belly.

The second you try to move, it glides south.

You gasp as it curls under the hem of your dress, slowly hoisting it up.

"John—" His name slips from your lips, strained, a barely audible squeak. 

It's the first time you've said it. The shift behind you is unmistakable—he likes it. His arm tightens around you, possessive, and your breath catches in spite of yourself. 

The length of him twitches against your backside.

"Hush, Shy, don't fight me today," he rasps, voice heavy with sleep and tenderness. He kisses your nape, his lips sending a shiver down your spine. "Let me be nice to you."

His calloused fingers find the swath of feathers between your legs, and he hums. He ventures further, dragging over your seam, a sleepy chuckle rumbling from his chest and through your back at the sound you make. The finger strokes again, and your hips jerk.

"That feel good? So soft here."

John doesn't wait for a response to cup your sex and wedge a knee into the crux of your thighs.

He pries you open, petting at your clit, and prodding at your folds. The pads of his fingers burn hot, like coals, the cherries of his cigars. His touch sears your mind clean. Burns the frayed edges of your senses, fusing them like waxed thread. Everything slows, each sensation doubling in intensity.

With some persistence, he coaxes some bitterly forfeited arousal and teases a thick finger at your hole. You shudder, breath hiccuping, one hand digging into the muscle of his forearm, the other cramming into your mouth to stifle a whimper.

You gnaw at your bandaged finger, teeth worrying the cloth until it gives. The wound opens, blood welling up fresh and hot. Iron coats your tongue, rising through your nose as if a fire's been lit in your mouth.

It's no use after minutes of him toying with you, rubbing at your clit in small, gentle circles—you become silt. Soft and wet, warm and perfect for him to sink into.

He tucks two fingers into your sex and groans, loosing a string of curses that make your cheeks scorch. Borderline hellish when he grinds his palm against your clit, scattering stars across your vision just to yank them down when he leisurely pumps his fingers in once, twice. Deep as they'll go into your cunt—and keeps going.

You clench around him helplessly, hatefully. Plugged up tight and choking, muscles contracting without permission as he crushes your notions of keeping something, anything from him under the heel of his hand. Better than his boot, but you might've preferred it.

Your attention is torn between the blood you're sucking into your mouth and the mess gushing over his fingers, and hardly notice when he starts rutting against your bottom. It knocks a pitchy noise out of your throat, realizing how thin the flannel is between you and him. He must like it, because his mouth suctions to your neck and breaks a moan.

"C'mon, darling. Give it."

It feels as though you're a young cygnet again, caught in a summer storm and hurtled far and away from everything you know. 

The room thick and crackling with heat and electricity. John wrapped around you, his intent heavy and aching, pulsing short of where it wants to strike. Every nerve buzzes under his touch, alive and restless as if the very air he puffs over your shoulder pulls at your core and twists it. A force that batters and uproots, tearing at you with each crook of his fingers. Caught in the whirl of him. Wild, lost, and undone.

It hurts when you come, drawing up so tight and shattering into pieces.

It hurts more when John drags it out with his digits sunk to the hilt and thumb resting on your clit. 

When he pulls them out, his fingers glisten. He holds them in front of your face for you to see, his smile apparent when hums. Pleased.

You don't realize you're crying until he rolls you onto your back, his face a hazy blur.

John sighs, long and slow, like a man well-versed in this ritual. He shifts, pulling you close as if you aren't unraveling in his arms.

"You're wearin' yourself out," he whispers with tired amusement, smoothing up and down your back. "Ain't got enough in you to be cryin' this hard."

You hiccup against his chest, breath shuddering, hands mindlessly grabbing at his shoulder and bicep like you hate him, like you need him. Maybe both.

He sighs again, presses a kiss into your hairline, lingers there. "There, now. You're alright. Just tired, huh?" His voice softens. "You'll feel better after a nap."

He slips away as sleep pulls you back under, the bed creaking, door hinges groaning as he steps outside to himself in hand.

[noroalia]

okay i have to start like. playing an hour of disco elysium per day otherwise i am never getting through it

[propertyofwicked]

SMITTEN - LN

ln x reader, platonic!grid x reader SMAU

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open ✧

warnings: none, just a little swearing throughout - also she's a short one

masterlist the playlist

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yourusername 10 years ago today, i competed in my final karting race in order to pursue my dream career - and i would do it all over again, especially when i still get to spend my days with these losers

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Can I request anything Harry x reader?? There’s not a lot of fics for him and it’s such a struggle to find anything good, I love your writing so much so I will literally take anything lol

Long kisses, risky places - Harry Potter

You giggle, accepting the tickling kisses Harry leaves in a trail on your jawline and down to your neck. He shushes you quietly, yet there's a familiar smile on his face. Glancing upwards, you confirm that the dark corner of the library you're in is completely empty before strewing a hand in Harry's already messy hair, running your fingers through his soft locks. The booth you're squeezed in thankfully covers your bodies, so no one could see the way your legs are thrown over Harry's lap, or the way his hand is edging dangerously high up your skirt.

Harry's fingers lace through the colourful tie adorning your chest, and he tugs at it gently, bringing your face closer to his so he can press a gentle kiss on your lips. Your hands fall flat on the couch underneath you, pushing your body up to chase Harry's kiss when he begins to pull away. He grins, arms wrapping around your waist, and your hands link together behind his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. A happy laugh bubbles in your chest and you and Harry both freeze. Harry raises his head to glance above the edge of the booth, waiting to see if Madame Pince will appear, ready to scold you. Harry turns his gaze back down to you, and he shoots you a smile before reconnecting his lips with yours.

One of his hands drags away from your waist, wandering up your thigh, and you gasp, breaking the kiss, and laying a hand flat over the top of his. "Harry, don't." You warn, raising your eyebrows at him, though he seems unconvinced. "We'll definitely get kicked out of here." Harry leans closer to you, pressing a couple of kisses in the crook of your neck. "Why? Can't be quiet?" He teases, inching his hand upwards. You shake your head frantically, feeling the heat creep up your neck and settle into your cheeks, an embarrassed smile making its way onto your face. You grasp Harry's tie, pulling him down so you can hide your face in his chest.

"Okay, then my dorm or yours?" Harry finally asks, pulling away from you to start shoving his books in his bag. Swinging your legs over his lap, you mimic Harry's movements, racing him out of the booth without answering his question. Your boyfriend chases after you, only slowing down when you reach the library's entrance, where Madame Pince shoots you both a dirty look. Harry intertwines his fingers with yours when you make it down the hallway, keeping his eyes peeled for broom cupboards. He grins, spotting one down the corridor, and drags you there by the hand, ignoring your confused questions.

Harry's free hand grips the doorknob, turning the handle until a familiar voice calls out "Mr. Potter, don't even think about it!" You freeze, back straightening in caution, watching as Harry's head snaps towards the voice and a nervous smile makes its way onto his features. He slowly lets go of the door handle, maintaining eye contact with Professor McGonagall, who stands tall with her arms crossed at the other end of the hallway. "Sorry Professor." Harry apologises nervously "I was just looking for," He clears his throat, voice lowering into a mumble "You know."

You can feel Harry's grip on your hand tighten slightly, tugging you closer to him and he begins to slowly walk away from the cupboard. You duck your head down, speeding up your pace until you finally turn the corner to another hallway, but can still hear McGonagall's sigh of "Just like his parents."

[midnite-c6]

Watching the daily dose of sunshine makes me think of a au, where nam-gyu goes to rehab and his main doctor is timid!reader, like he’s always teasing you for being so shy and everything!!

I LOVE YOU. SO SO MUCH. sorry guys i gotta confess, i know doctor x patient is weird esp if its IN a mental hospital, but if i was kim seowan's doctor in ddos i would've FOLDED so fast (sorry).

patient!nam-gyu x doctor!reader <3 warnings: 18+, DARK content, dubcon, manipulation (please read at your own risk!!)(kind of a ddos au!!)

*⁠.⁠✧ : he SCARED you so much during the games, how he was killing people left and right (esp during lights out), how he was practically one of the strongest people there. he made you feel incredibly small, he'd constantly mock you, constantly humiliate and embarrass you because you were just. so. quiet! luckily for you, and for him i guess, player 456 successfully stopped the games half-way thru leaving some of the players to stay alive.

for some reason, to everyone's surprise, he'd try to change for the better. as soon as he got that 400 million something won distributed among all the other players, he'd go to some nice rehab center, he was traumatized, definitely. he'd wait patiently for his doctor to prescribe him some shit since he was definitely on the brink of overdosing himself during the games, but when he looks up to see your face, he flinches, and every self-development in his body crumbles as he grinned widely.

"you?" you gasp, your heart dropped from seeing him again. it was like you were the one who needed therapy right this moment. "what are you d- ahem, good afternoon, sir." you'd carefully sit down on the other side of the desk. "it's really a small world." he plops his arms on the table, resting his head in his arm as he gives you the snarkiest smile. "so? you're a doctor..? you sighed, trying to ignore him, ".. it says here in your file that-" "shhhh." he shushed, placing his finger atop your lips. you are now thankful for the desk between the two of you since he's already uncomfortably close to you now. "miss, are you capable of making me feel better?" he'd ask in a voice and expression you'd truly feel bad for, if it just was anybody else doing it. "..you barely did anything during the games, how could you save me?" he tilts his head. you'd only do what you were most familiar of doing, avoiding his gaze and looking down, you weren't like this with any other patients who'd come to you, but nam-gyu truly traumatized your very being.

"tsk." he'd grab your chin to look up at him. "look me in the eye, doctors should be social. right, miss?" your heart would beat faster, his tone sounding just like the ones he'd use during your first encounter. he'd give you that same look of terror, as if trying to make you fear him, which infact works, and you'd sit there staring at him with a big frown! he only laughs after a couple of seconds, "jeez, looks like you need a doctor for your own." his laugh had broken you from that distracted trance, you were a doctor for christ's sake!! "sir, you've confessed into taking alot of substances during the past month, leading to a potential overdose, i'd advise you to stay here to sober up." you say straightforwardly before he could respond anything else. he'd tuck his long black hair in behind his ears and hum, "that was so fucking cute. you being professional and all that.."

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he did stay, as it was advised by the one and only you, you'd given him check-ups from time to time and you'd see him with the other patients, but one particular day, he'd occasionally crashout, making you keep an eye on him more frequently. he'd call for you from his bed..and as to not lose your job, you'd come in an instant. seeing him laid down, in his hospital gown,. "miss. c'mere.. please." he whined, a 180 of his own character. "yes? sir, how are you feeling..?" he'd reach out to cup your face, looking into your eyes. "i just can't seem to forget... i've watched so many deaths, right infront of my eyes.. " you nod, listening intently, for a brief second you'd feel your utmost sympathy towards him. "and i was gonna get something like ketamine to forget about it again." - he'd cut you off before you could scold him: "..but, i know i'm here to become sober, so.. i wanna know.. what else are you good for, miss?" like a muscle memory, you know what to answer, "obviously-" but he'd cut you off AGAIN. "..and i don't want those stupid medicine shit." he'd pull you in closer to him, where you could feel his breath tickling your face. "c'mon, you were there too, don't you want to forget, aswell ..?" he'd place a soft peck on your lips, letting it linger before lightly biting your lower lip. why didn't you pull away? that's really the big question. why didn't you? you wanted to.. but.. you know very well about his crashouts.. or how he'd act out.. but in these moments you'd find out you're the worst doctor ever.

nsfw below!!-> (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

he'd use up all his remaining strength to pull you ontop of him, letting out a low groan of relief. he'd now keep a tight grip on your hips, knowing that you'd probably gain some consciousness right about now.. but you don't.. you're stupid. you're a fool to his tactics. "oh wow..." his hands would slowly explore your body, with light feather touches. and you'd only stare at him in shock, wondering why you've let him break that patient and doctor relationship dynamic, "fuck. you're even cuter like this." he'd press your body against his, nothing was covering him underneath that hospital gown, so you could already very much feel his everything. to his surprise, he'd see your face contort from the pleasure, whatever's happening right now is just as fucked up as him. "hmm, you like that?" he'd moan out loud, "it's working on me," he'd tore apart your silly pencil skirt, why were you wearing that as a doctor, anyway? his thumb pressing down on your clothed clit. he'd push your panties to the side, making your juices drip on his hospital gown. "let me feel you for real, miss."

it didn't take long, he was so whiny about it too! you could see him biting his lower lip as you fully take in his dick. "miss.. god, i need you." you swear you were gaining control over him, hearing him whimper so submissively, but he knows that wasn't the case, his little whines were so deceiving. you're grinding on your patient's dick right now, but every request of a patient must be returned! and this was his request.. "haah. such a good girl." he'd hold you down against him, "you'd do anything to save your patients won't you? what a hero." feeling your cunt throb for that was crazy, he thought you were crazy.

both of your pleasure-filled moans were echoing inside the room, you'd thank god not one of his nurses would come in here. at such an unfortunate time. his breathy moans were driving you crazy! "fuck.!" he'd finally get to coat your insides with his nut, how he'd make you roll your hips faster to chase out his high, you were much more sensitive than him anyway. "i think.. you've cured me.." he looks right into your eyes so calmly, not matching your exhausted moans. "bet whoever's watching those cctv cameras is jerking it right now." he snickers, making you look up at the camera, oh shit. you'd forgotten some patients need to be watched 24/7. "your moans were so cute, afterall, miss."

guys i NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM URHGNS one of my fav imagines everrr i love jaewon sm i love SEOWAN sm and ik he was depressed in that kdrama but i genuinely would let him do anything to me bye. . . 😭 hes so whiny here. i might post part 3 of that one thanos fic, nam-gyu included !! (spoils). someone request myunggi guys!!🥺

[chxrryhansen]

rafe with a piss kink?!?

i just seen your bucky one😻😻

-💋

god you need to send me asks more often! i love all of the ones you send me🫶🏻 rafe would be soooo mean about it…

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your sat on rafe’s lap watching a movie together like you usually did on friday nights (since he didn’t approve of you going out without him and you didn’t want to spoil girls night by taking him with you) your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs intertwined as you sat on the couch, him only wearing a pair of boxers and you in your skimpy “pajamas” that he had chosen out for you.

you began to squirm around on his lap, your plump ass pressing into his cock as you clenched your thighs, desperately needing to go pee but not wanting to disturb rafe or miss a good part of the movie.

“quit squirming.” he mumbled, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movement. you knew you shouldn’t have drank all that water earlier, rafe had warned you, you’d be up and down to the bathroom all night but you were so thirsty from your yoga class. so you downed around 3 glasses of water at once.

you whimpered quietly, the pressure on your bladder becoming too heavy for you to withstand. you attempted to get up, thinking if you didn’t mention it he wouldn’t question you. silently you shifted, moving away from his lap in an attempt to stand.

rafe was quick to tighten his grip on your hips, pulling your ass back down against his cock. a thick hand wrapped around, gripping your throat in a strong hold making you moan quietly.

“where do you think you’re going, hm?”

“r-rafe, let me go, i gotta’ go pee.”

“huh…” he sighed in false thought, a wicked smirk appearing on his clean shaven face. “nah i think you can hold it a little longer baby, just be quiet and watch the movie.” he thrusted his hips up gently against your pussy, his cock clearly hard, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, his tip catching against your clit.

you whimpered yet again, clenching your thighs together quickly as you felt a dribble of liquid drip through your panties, soaking your shorts and leaking onto rafes cock. sighing at the slight relief you felt, praying he hadn’t noticed, your cheeks flustered due to your embarrassment. however you weren’t as lucky as you had hoped, nothing got past rafe. you should’ve known.

“fuck baby, you pissin’ on me now? filthy fuckin’ slut. do i need to do everything around here? including taking you to the damn bathroom?” he growled from behind you, his chest rumbling, acting as if he was mad. when in reality his cock had never been harder, so ready to burst out of his boxers and fuck you til’ you can’t breathe.

“i’m so sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to. i swear it was an accident.” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks out of pure humiliation. you couldn’t hold back any longer, a steady stream of piss gushing out of your pussy, turning his boxers dark as you soaked his lap. crying and moaning at the sensation of finally being able to let go.

rafe groaned at the feeling of your hot piss soaking his cock, dry humping you roughly through your release.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know baby. your such a nasty little whore, pissing all over me, but its okay. daddy loves filthy girls like you, gettin’ me so hard. fuck.”

rafe pushed you off his lap and onto the floor, your knees hitting the hard surface making you whimper. he watched you with a dark grin as you looked up at him with a confused expression in your puppy dog eyes. “w-what are you doing?” you questioned. closing your eyes as he reached out, stroking the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you gently.

suddenly your eyes burst open in shock as you felt a warm liquid begin to hit your chest, looking up to see rafe pointing his cock at your tits and face, his hot piss soaking your body in the most violating way possible. you sobbed as he marked you, confused as to why he was doing this.

“fuck that’s it, take my piss you filthy slut, is that what you are, yeah? you my dirty piss slut? soaking my cock then letting me mark you up. bet you fuckin’ love it. dirty girl, look at you, just writhing in my hot puddle of piss. who knew you were such a whore, baby.”