#also because my baby has been being MESSY lately

[monstersinthecosmos]

I read your answer, where did you say "Pandora is his actual type and Armand was his pet"

But how could Armand be just a pet for him? He is one of only three of his turned children. Marius speaks of him as the greatest love (along with Pandora). Although I see some hypocrisy in this. Marius loves no one as much as Pandora. But certainly more than just a pet

Well !

Babe the thing is that, I said what I said and it’s okay if you don’t agree!!! And I’m gonna take this opportunity to double down. (Assuming that you’re asking in good faith and not to pick on me for my analysis lmao please this fandom has traumatized me too much.)

(((TLDR the text never treats Armand like he’s Marius’s equal but also I never said that being a pet was a bad thing.)))

I want to start by talking about the concept of MAKER in VC and how canon tells us that vampires exist outside of human social constructs, including traditional family roles right? Like for example, the moment Gabrielle is turned, she ceases to be Lestat’s mother. 

But with Marius I think a lot about how he’s crafted a persona for himself, and tries to operate in a very rigid set of rules. And part of this is like, how determined he is to live by stoicism even when he’s a mess on the inside, but I also think about in TVL when he says that thing about how it’s easier to just knock a glass on the floor, and how he goes out of his way to appear more human and retain human gestures. 

So like, in the way a MAKER is kinda like, a parent/lover/companion/something too big for our tiny human minds to comprehend. We still get a Marius who is determined to be a father & mentor, and I think a lot about how his need for stoicism and humanity is probably also expressed with his need to be the paterfamilias. 

I’ve been also thinking a lot lately about Bad Fathers in Media—specifically people like Tony Soprano, Logan Roy, Roderick Usher—and how the toxic patriarchy affects their relationships with their sons. Tony Soprano in particular is one who resonates with me a lot when I think about Marius—Tony often indulges in anger because he enjoys being feared (he thinks it’s respect but it’s usually fear), and that’s a bit different on a material level from Marius “anger is too pathetic” de Romanus but they’re both sort of obsessed with the idea of stoicism and trying to be a ~ strong silent type ~ on the outside, even when they’re actually quite messy and emotional underneath.

But wait — put a pin in this for a second. We’ll come back to this, and the concept of fathers and sons. I want to pause real quick to swerve to clarify:

Armand being a pet isn’t a bad thing.

It wasn’t “pet (derogatory) 😒” —  it’s “pet (adorable creature that I care for) 🥰”.

Here’s the thing about MARIMAND if you will (I hate ship the VC ship names oh my god theyre all hideous lmao) but like OKAY OKAY. THE THING IS. WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR IF WE’RE NOT INTO THE FUCKEDUPEDNESS ? 

Like I’m not telling anyone how to enjoy a ship, please have fun ! Do you! But to ME? That inter-species friction and 1,517 year age gap is like WHAT THE DYNAMIC IS ABOUT, THAT’S THE FLAVOR BABY!!! Anne Rice herself even said the book was about “a boy’s love for a monster” !!

WHAT’S THE POINT OF MONSTERFUCKER EROTICA IF HE’S NOT A MONSTER LOL

And YEAH I get that not everyone wants to read TVA as a monsterfucker story. That’s okay! It also reads as a savior fantasy. But I enjoy the messiness of it—I LIKE that Marius is an apex predator & ghoulish ancient thing. I like that it’s problematic. I LOVE that Marius really does love him, though, amidst all these other themes. I find it SO compelling.

But I never once said that Marius doesn’t love him. Of course Marius loves him. What I said is that he loves Armand the way we love a pet. I would fucking die for my cats. I regularly burst into tears looking at my cats because I love them so much. But they’re fucking cats lmao.

I never for one minute forget that Marius isn’t human. He’s operating on a whole different wavelength with different points of references and ethics and life experiences. Like, people get so hung up on Armand being 17 and IT WOULD BE JUST AS BAD IF HE WAS 18 OR 25 OR 30 LOL. A frail little human cannot comprehend !!!!!

What’s interesting with Marius’s fledglings though is that he tends not to treat them as equals. Like I think you could read TVA thinking: Once Marius turns him, they’ll be real partners. But no, they stick to their mentor/mentee, dom/sub, father/son roles. We don’t have tons of examples in canon of other maker/fledgling relationships but it’s not a coincidence that Roman Patriarch Marius maintains status over his fledglings. Even once Armand is a vampire, he’s still not Marius’s equal, and Marius’s age and power are still held over him. 

BUT LIKE.

That’s weird, right?

I MEAN THE DARK GIFT IS DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE but it’s interesting to me that Lestat & Gabrielle’s relationship completely dissolves once she’s a vampire, but Marius & Armand’s doesn’t.

(Sidebar that like, I think there’s also ways to acknowledge that if we think their relationship is good that it’s OKAY for them to maintain these roles because Armand WANTS to be his sub but let me focus on my point here. We should also make time to talk about diegetic BDSM and whether or not it’s appropriate to use a D/s framework for this discussion if the roles are baked into the text and not a choice for the characters and not a game they are agreeing to but that’s for another post.)

So back to the thing about fathers.

I’ve been thinking a lot about bad father characters, specifically Logan Roy and Tony Soprano (also bad mother Margaret Chenowith) and the impossible standards they give their children. Logan and Tony are both men who are disappointed in their sons for being soft, because they were able to provide better lives for their children. They both spoil their sons with all the material wealth that they did not have in their own lives. For Logan we see how badly he resents his kids—Kendall even accuses him of being jealous of what they have—and for Tony he seems to be at a loss on how to parse his feelings. Part of him literally hates AJ for being such a whimsical little fuckup, and at the same time he wants to protect that part of AJ and doesn’t even WANT AJ to follow in his footsteps. Still, he hates to see that AJ is spoiled with no work ethic, and doesn’t know how to set an example for him.

Everything in Venice is designed to spoil Armand with all the things Marius didn’t get—it’s such a specific & deliberate opposite of how Marius was turned. And I think him seeing Armand as a pet puts a little bit of distance between the hurt he’d feel if he thought of Armand as a true son, or even an equal. He doesn’t have to resent Armand for having it easier than he did, but also doesn’t have to feel extremely betrayed by Armand fitting in with the cult. Like, let’s never 4get that by the time Marius catches up with Armand, Armand is right at home and thriving with them. A CULT? THE THING THAT KILLED ME????? Marius has no idea what the fuck they did to him, he just knows that Armand settled in just fine and has discarded everything that Marius tried to teach him. 

I think these roles are appropriately all muddled because it’s VC—like we said, the No Social Constructs series—so like, how do we compare the words SON and PET and FLEDGLING and SUB, I’m not sure. But my point is that he’s never seen or treated Armand as an equal, and perhaps never even a full adult person. 

ARE THESE IDEAS CONFLICTING? A little. But that’s okay. Am I incoherent and ill-equipped to tackle this analysis or is it because Marius is not a consistent person and never quite lives up to the ideal he’s trying to be? Does he want Armand to be his pet but secretly has feelings? Does he fail at being a father figure? Is he brushing off his Big Big Emotions so that he doesn’t have to admit how wrecked and destroyed he is and how badly his feelings were hurt? Idk man. I’m sure you can send me another anon to tell me I’m wrong. 

I wonder sometimes if like, keeping Armand at this lower status (like a pet) actually protects Armand from Marius’s ire and disappointment. Marius is sort of a father, but sort of not. He’s crafted a role for himself that is never all the way sincere, and it allows him some space to protect his own feelings of betrayal and disappointment when it comes to Armand. Marius is also classically bad at following his own rules, and never quite sticks the landing on the people he’s trying to be. 

I can imagine a version of events where Armand does gain some ground with Marius, maybe pays his dues and matures into someone that Marius trusts and respects, but that’s not the version of events we get in canon. Marius turns Armand, Armand remains his pupil, they visit Kiev and Marius is jealous of Armand’s father, they make it all the way to the raid without Marius ever confiding about The Parents. Even in the present day, during a dispute, Marius tells Armand he has the savage & ignorant soul of a child. Even in the present day, Marius won’t stop calling him Amadeo!!!! 

And like!!!!! It feels like Marius is more upset about Santino wronging him by ruining his home and taking his toys than he is about what Santino did to ARMAND. It’s more about Marius’s own feelings and possessions than it is about Armand’s own feelings and experience of what happened. AN ARMAND FRIDGING, IF YOU WILL. 

Anyway.

By never seeing Armand as a complete person, Marius never has to feel threatened by him. We see this in toxic parents a lot. Like, I want you to be good, but I’m insecure if you’re better than me. Or I can never fully respect your feelings because I always see you as a child and not a fully grown adult. And the truth is that Marius is actually quite threatened by Armand, on the inside. He is very hurt. He cares what Armand thinks of him. He’s relieved at the end of BCtu when he assumes that Armand wants to open his heart again. 

So idk like. I think the books end with a little bit of a hope for them; we see a lot of growth and self-acceptance from Marius in the last book and it’s reasonable to assume that he and Armand might have a long chat and nice long cry and work it out. I don’t think it’s completely set in stone, but it’s nice to think about! A nice happy ending. And I wonder if this is when Marius finally takes Armand seriously and listens to what he has to say without demeaning him! 

Am I gonna add 2000 more words to this point by tying it what the whole like “I fear him because I could love him again” thing in TVA means? No I’m not. But like. Again! It’s okay to be a pet, I think Armand liked being his pet. :) 

[celia-baker]

open starter for @aurorabaystarter

where: outside of driftwood when: midmorning

different hues of purple and blues had settled onto her eyes, a light rim of red tying it all together. her face appeared gaunt. her fingernails short and uneven due to them becoming brittle. it was obvious the nights of partying, drinking, and smoking had played havoc on her body. but she wouldn't admit it. she was having too much fun: it was freeing not caring how or where the night ended. every night spent like that illustrated a clear picture of why so many people got caught up in that lifestyle for her. however, the side effects could have been done without.

curled fingers held onto her coffee cup, the steam wrapping around her face as she stood outside of the cafe. when another person came into view, celia mustered up the best hungover smile she could have at that moment. "hey." her voice slightly horse from fighting the volume of the music the past night. "getting coffee too?"

[br1ghtestlight]

this is so funny to me actually bcuz this is 100% how i talk abt my characters ages. i know what YEAR they were born and i know what rheir ages are supposed to be at the start of the story but i dont actually know when it takes place?? im really bad at math. There was a moment where rainbow was supposed to be 23 and i somehow accidentally made her 17 lmfao

[naeverse]

Stress Relief

🌑staring: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

🌓 preview: 

Blinded to the meaning of his always tensed muscles, excessive sleep, and lack of energy. 

Your boyfriend, Miguel O'Hara was stressed and even worse…

Sexually frustrated.

You became even more saddened at the revelation, pondering how you couldn't decipher it sooner with the many red flags in front of you; but with the new knowledge, you, luckily, knew a way that could relieve him of all his stress and exhaustion. 

Knew of something that will cleanse him and make him anew whilst in the process, curing the burning ache in your core…

🌔Summary: Lately, your boyfriend Miguel has been arriving home from work with an overwhelming sense of stress and exhaustion, leaving him unable to dedicate time to your relationship or attend to the needs of either himself or you. 

Tonight, you've planned to offer the much-needed support and care he deserves. 

🌕tw/cw. Bed-Sharing, Blowjob, Cock Worship, Fingering (Slightly) Handjob, Oral sex, p in v (Slightly), Size Difference, Somnophilia,

🌖pet names: Mi amor (My love), Mami (Sweetheart/Baby/Honey)

🌗rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🌘Word count: 4.4k

This request is from a lovely anon, so I hope you enjoy! 💜😊💜

(I do not own any of the photos used! All credit goes to the original artist!)

(This oneshot contains Somnophilia, do not read, if not comfortable.) 

Somnophilia- The urge/desire to have a sexual encounter with someone who’s asleep.

**YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!**

(*All rights reserved. DO NOT repost/translate/copy any of my work.*)

Your boyfriend, Miguel O’Hara was a workaholic. 

You discovered his habit upon moving in with the large Latino and noticing his incessant late-night shifts at the Spider Society HQ. 

At first, you didn’t mind it, your boyfriend found joy in helping the multiverse through his tech and Spider-Man work, so it didn’t bother you as long as he was happy. It wasn’t until he began to come home after a long day of work with tense shoulders, half-lidded eyes, and a face full of stress wrinkles. He wouldn’t say much, only a drowsy greeting, followed by a tired peck upon your lips or cheeks before he crashes onto any soft surface he lands on first.

His intense fatigue began to build a wedge between the two of you. You missed Miguel, his cute fanged smile, comforting words, loving pet names, and the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

Now the only thing his eyes searched for upon entering home was somewhere for him to lay his head. 

Due to his absence because of exhaustion, you’ve also grown to miss intimacy with him. Even though he was tired, he used to still make sure to satisfy you, but recently, his weariness seems to be too much for him. 

Tonight, you sat in your shared bed, a book in your hands. Your eyes scanning the erotica you were reading, full of interest.

Due to your lack of intimacy from your lover, you’ve begun to search for it elsewhere, and thankfully, erotic authors were a thing. 

You didn’t know what you'd do without them. 

You bit your lip, reading the sexiest passion exchange between two lovers when the all too familiar sound of your boyfriend's arrival via his orange and red portal was heard from the living room. You looked up from your book when you saw his massive being enter your bedroom.

His dark hair was messy on his head and his muscular frame was covered in his red and blue holographic spider suit. He almost touched the top of the doorway due to his tall height. 

When his crimson eyes met yours, a tired smile spread across his exhausted face. He walked over to your side of the bed, pulling you into a deep embrace. His burly arms and massive chest engulf your being in his warmth. 

“It’s nice to see you after a long day, mi amor.” He muttered, pressing a brief kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered close, savoring the feeling of his plush lips when he pulled away. Desperately your mouth followed him, yearning for more as he was already climbing into bed beside you. The mattress creaking loudly under his heavy weight. 

You pouted, setting your steamy erotica on your bedside table and turning on your side to face him. “How was work, baby?” You asked, causing him to groan, his eyes already closed. “Tiresome, mi amor.” He said sleepily, your face saddening even more at his response. 

You pulled him to your chest, enveloping your arms around his shoulders and beginning to run your fingers through his dark hair. He sighed in contentment against you. With him in your arms, an idea came to your head— a thought that you’ve been meaning to bring to his attention. 

“Babe, I was wondering since tomorrow is Saturday, maybe we can do something different.” You proposed, continuing your soft massage on his scalp. “Like we can stay home together, snuggle up on the couch, catch up on some movies and TV shows, and just relax-” 

The sound of his soft snores instantly brought your words to a halt. You looked down to see he was asleep, a peaceful look of rest adorning his defined features. 

You sighed, a small smile spreading across your lips at his adorable deep grumbles whilst his face was buried into the dark green fabric of your nightgown. You caressed his chiseled cheekbones with your thumb, knowing his inability to fight the sleep that always sought him each night upon returning home. 

“Goodnight, Miguel.” 

You whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and gently placing him onto the soft pillows of your bed. You then stood up, moving over to his side as you frowned at the sight of his holographic suit still covering his body. The suit seemed to be the second skin of your boyfriend as every contour of his muscles and body was hugged by its blue and red digital strands.

Despite the burning desire for him to sleep without such restrictive clothing, you didn't want to disturb his tranquil rest, so you decided to leave it on.

You took the white linen sheets in your hands and pulled them over your boyfriend, tucking him in before turning off the lamp that sat on his bedside table. His side of the room, darkening at the loss of light whilst your bedside lamp still assisted in bringing a soft glow to your space. 

After clicking off his lamp and ensuring he was comfortable, you returned to your side of the bed. You climbed under the sheets and drew back the blankets, beginning to read your erotica once more. 

As the night progressed and the deeper you got into your steamy novel, you started to become overly aroused. 

You couldn’t explain the tantalizing feeling of need and lust that felt like a feather gliding across your skin. The sensation felt just beneath the surface, spreading like wildfire and demanding your attention. You couldn't pinpoint when it started as it crept upon you so suddenly. 

With each steamy word, phrase, and action read, your body heated up and your core throbbed in desire. You clenched the novel in your hands, squeezing your thighs together under the sheets in an attempt to control yourself, but it was no use.

You closed the book and took a deep breath. 

‘What is wrong with me?’

You pondered, never before feeling a deep craving for such intense intimacy. Most of the time you were content with just your steamy novels to cure your need, but tonight, you felt like you were about to burst.

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip harshly whilst sitting against the headboard of your bed. Occasionally your hands gripped the erotic book, trying to relieve yourself of lust, but it felt unshakeable. 

You needed touch…

You needed intimacy…

You needed Miguel…

‘I could…wake him.’  You thought, your mind going into a spiral of all the things Miguel would do to you upon awakening and hearing your need for him. 

How he'll grant your lips with his long, passionate kisses that you missed so much. How his large hands would roam your body, his every touch igniting a flame inside of you that only he could achieve. 

Most of all, your sex-deprived brain imagined how he'd take you. 

How despite his loving touch and kisses, sex with your boyfriend was the complete opposite. 

Miguel loved to take the lead and enjoyed watching your eyes roll in ecstasy, the trembles of your body, and how one mere thrust of his massive cock could make you come undone. 

And that’s what you imagined whilst sitting with your eyes closed shut, biting your lip, and gripping your book so tight, your knuckles turned white. 

You didn't care what position, the pace set, or of a release, being filled by your boyfriend's cock was enough.

It was all you needed at this moment. 

To feel him buried deep inside, your walls stretched to accommodate his enormity whilst you felt his warmth and massiveness. 

‘Maybe just…?’

You opened your eyes, looking over to take in your boyfriend's sleeping form. How peaceful and content he looked, the rises and falls of his chest and the sounds of his adorable deep snores that left his tanned lips. 

He was handsome even in sleep.

The thought once more resurfaced in your head, the urge to wake him and satisfy your needs when you hastily shook your head.

‘Get a grip, Y/N. It's not that important. You can wait.’

You scolded yourself, averting your eyes from your enticing lover and deciding to go to sleep. 

You closed the book, placed it on your nightstand, and turned off your lamp. Your shared bedroom instantly engulfed in darkness except for the natural glow of the moon through your window. 

You pulled the white blankets up to your chin, snuggling up against them as you closed your eyes for sleep. 

But it appeared that sleep was playing hard to get tonight.

You were restless. 

The lust was too overwhelming and made rest impossible to reach. 

You tried to clear your mind, focus only on sleep but the thought of Miguel and his massive cock would invade your mind every time, preventing you from your slumber.

You gripped the sheets tightly, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to calm your arousal and relax; but your composure only shattered when small sounds began to fill your, once silent bedroom. 

Small sounds that went straight to your core and made you wet. 

Your eyes slowly opened, eyebrows furrowing as you turned to look at your sleeping boyfriend. 

You thought you'd misheard it, that maybe the arousal was so intense that it had clouded both your mind and sense of hearing, but again, you heard another soft groan leave your lover’s lips.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his face that was scrunched up in ecstasy, yet holding its peaceful look of sleep. For a moment you were confused, eyes trailing his being in search of the reasoning behind his pleasurable facial features and erotic noises. 

Upon examining your boyfriend, you shifted slightly in bed to get a better view when something hard brushed against your thigh. You gasped in surprise, springing away.

‘What was that!?’  You wondered in astonishment, clueless about what the object could be. 

Gently and cautiously, you pulled the sheets up to peer under the white blanket and your heart dropped at what you saw. 

An evident tent was sprouting from the crotch of your lover's spider suit.  

You wanted this to be a dream, that you were just seeing things, but upon drawing the blankets back fully to get a better view, you could clearly see the massive bulge under the red and blue strands of his holographic suit. 

You bit your lip, eyes trained on the alluring sight. Your core pulsated, begging to be filled as you couldn't remember the last time you were intimate with your boyfriend. Another series of very familiar deep grunts and groans were heard from him, only coaxing you to do the unthinkable. 

‘But…he's sleeping. That's not right.’ You thought, your eyes drawing back to the outline of his huge member through his suit, begging to be freed from its confines and brought to a release.

But the more you looked at his bulge and heard his occasional whimpers, you wondered if this was a regular occurrence. 

That possibly due to your boyfriend's fatigue, he tended to fall asleep despite his burning need for you.

The thought of him waking up in the middle of the night to relieve his arousal himself, without waking you, tugged at your heart. 

You sighed, looking back at your sweet boyfriend. He needed you and you've been oblivious to the signs. 

Blinded to the meaning of his always tensed muscles, excessive sleep, and lack of energy. 

Your boyfriend, Miguel O'Hara was stressed and even worse…

Sexually frustrated.

You became even more saddened at the revelation, pondering how you couldn't decipher it sooner with the many red flags in front of you; but with the new knowledge, you, luckily, knew a way that could relieve him of all his stress and exhaustion. 

Knew of something that will cleanse him and make him anew whilst in the process, curing the burning ache in your core. 

With your decision being final, you slid closer to your sleeping lover, the sheets under you rippling slightly at your movement. Your bare thigh brushed against his clothed one, making your breath hitch and instantly come to a halt.

Your eyes snapped up at him to see he was still asleep, shaky, uneven exhales passing his tanned lips. You breathed a sigh of relief, continuing with your plans of relaxing him and yourself, but you first, had to undress him. 

There was only one way that you could get Miguel out of his high-tech spider suit and it was by his technological white watch that adorned his left wrist. Like a stamp glued to an envelope, Miguel never could depart from his multiverse watch. It was one he’d worked very hard to create alongside his artificial intelligence, LYLA. If his watch went missing, he promised that all hell would break loose. 

But now, it was the center of your focus.

Your gaze was entranced by the orange screen of his white watch, emitting a small glow from his left wrist. The burning desire to just reach over and click the irresistible button was overwhelming you. 

But you had to be careful…

Frantically, your eyes glanced from the well-lit gizmo on your lover’s large wrist to up to his sleeping face. You followed the pattern of his breathing and when you were ready, you slowly rose on your knees. With a heart beating loudly against your chest, you gradually leaned over his massive, sleeping form. It felt like forever before your fingers finally touched your boyfriend’s sacred watch.

You didn’t hesitate to slide the pad of your finger along the orange screen, remembering how your boyfriend did it every night as you discovered your long-awaited button. 

With much fervor, you tapped it...

In amazement and satisfaction, you watched the sight of his holographic spider suit begin to disintegrate from his body, revealing his massive, tanned figure that was covered with muscles.

But, your triumph was short lived as upon relief of his suit, Miguel whimpered softly, shifting in his sleep. You hastily sprung away from him, not wanting him to wake up and see you hovering. 

You held your breath, waiting for his groans to die down to be replaced with soft snores and the creases of his eyebrows to settle once more before turning back to the task at hand. 

Your boyfriend Miguel wasn’t just a workaholic, but he was somewhat of a meathead. 

He enjoyed long workouts that consisted of intense and extreme exercises in an effort to keep his massive build. It was a figure that you could never get over, and despite what he wore, his muscles seemed to strain under the fabric, demanding attention. 

Even now in his peaceful state, they were enticing you. 

Begging for you to get a touch, to feel just how solid he was. 

You bit your lip, blinded by lust, you placed a hand on his right pec. You moaned softly at just how hard it was, the muscle seemed to have a life of its own as it rose under your palm with each breath he took. 

‘Gosh, how did I get so lucky?’ You wondered, unable to just get a touch and beginning to run your hand along the large expanse of his chest, relishing in the ripples, curves, and dips of his muscles. You traced your fingers along every beauty mark and scar, loving how they only seemed to add to your lover’s attractiveness. 

The more you touched him, the more your lust heightened. You felt your panties underneath your gown begin to become soaked with your arousal, and start to unbearably stick to your core, but you couldn’t help it. 

Your boyfriend’s body was calling to you…

Intoxicated by the feeling of him, you continued to feel his body, moving down his defined stomach adorned with a captivating six-pack and following the alluring brown trail of coarse hair from his navel, down to his massive length.

You were in awe at the sight, falling in love with your lover’s shaft every time you saw it.  

His well-endowed cock was now released from its confines to stand hard and completely erect before you. A patch of coarse dark hair sat upon his base; his tip was an angry brown with a tantalizing vein that bulged down the underside of his girth, leading down to his captivating balls. 

You sucked in a breath, glancing back at him to see his face momentarily contort in pleasure to soon relax once more. 

You pouted at the sight. 

Your boyfriend was secretly craving you, but due to his exhaustion, he was unable to cure his needs. The thought only urged you to continue. 

You kneeled beside his huge body, enveloping a hand around his girth and feeling just how solid he was. You gasped, a deep groan erupting from Miguel at your contact instantly made you bite your lip to silence you're surprised sound. You waited a few moments before stroking him at a slow pace and watching for any signs of discomfort to cross his tanned face, but none did. 

Breathy groans left his lips whilst his eyes remained closed, his features showing he was still asleep as you proceeded with relieving his stress. 

With each stroke, you were slowly becoming more engrossed into your erotic action. You pressed gentle kisses onto his thick, muscular thighs, running your closed fist up and down his enormous member. “Always working so hard, baby mmm~ never giving yourself a break.” You whispered, continuing to fist his cock, gradually speeding up. “But I’ll help you. Help you relieve the stress you have packed onto yourself.” You uttered through hushed moans, leaning towards your boyfriend’s sticky tip and licking it softly, finally getting a taste of his salty essence.

A deep groan left Miguel’s lips, his body jerking in his sleep causing you to halt. You looked up at him, your hand still wrapped around his cock as you studied his pleasured face. It wasn’t long before deep snores filled the room once more, his body settling upon the bed. 

You smiled, continuing your work at satisfying your lover and sucking his cock passionately. Your tongue licked up and down his shaft, running only the valley of veins of his base to circle the crown of his tip. You enjoyed how even in sleep, he shuddered at your touch. 

Upon rising to his tip, you buried his member deep into your mouth, feeling his head touch the back of your throat. You gagged, eyes beginning to water up as you pulled away to catch your breath, saliva, and pre-cum soaking your chin, but you didn’t care. 

You were blinded by your lover, driven by the need to satisfy him and yourself. Hastily, you returned, savoring the feeling and taste of your lover’s shaft on your lips and tongue, a sensation you haven’t had in so long. 

You moaned softly, rambling nonsense whilst stuffing your mouth repeatedly with his length, sucking and choking on his cock. Miguel’s soft grunts and groans filled the room with every flick of your tongue and suction of your lips on his shaft, the sounds only urging you to do more. 

You stroked him with one hand, slurping and lapping at his length as your other hand slipped into your panties. Your eyes fluttered when your fingers found your sensitive bud, circling it and moaning around his cock. “So good, Miguel. Gosh~ You taste so good.” You babbled breathlessly, your wetness coating your fingers while you pleased yourself.

You whined, bobbing your head along his cock and swirling your tongue around his tip. His grunts of pleasure becoming more louder and consistent the more you pleased him.

But the longer you fingered yourself and sucked his cock, the more careless you became. 

The drunkenness of the pleasure caused the thought of not wanting to wake Miguel to rush to the back of your mind. He felt so good, tasted even better, and your fingers flicking and rubbing your throbbing bud was only the cherry on top. 

You moaned loudly, gripping his cock tightly as you wiggled a finger into your drenched entrance. You whimpered, sucking his tip once more and thrusting your finger in and out of yourself, enjoying the sweet friction you were creating inside... 

“Fuck...” 

Miguel drowsily groaned, your eyes widening at the slurred words. You hastily glanced over at him to see he was still asleep, snores soon passing his lips soon after.

You breathed a sigh of relief, mentally facepalming yourself at being so negligent but unable to resist the spell that washed over you at the sight of his very saturated cock. 

It only drew you again. 

You engulfed his member in your warm mouth, sucking his thick manhood and discarding your own pleasure to use two hands to stroke him. With closed eyes, you relished the moment, tracing every vein with your tongue once, twice, thrice until it was engraved into your head like writing upon a stone. 

“Nngh…Mierda.” 

Another whimper escaped your lover’s lips, in his state of repose, but the words only became background noises to your loud slurps and squelches of your throat. “Fuckkk, so big. I-I missed this.” You babbled, moaning and gasping for air when you felt his cock throb inside of your mouth. 

You pulled away, watching beads of pre-cum dripping down his base and his abs tightly clench. 

He was close, you could feel it. 

You caught your breath, your lips and chin still coated in your mixed essences. With hungry eyes, you took in your boyfriend, every muscle in his chest clenching and unclenching, his incessant groans that left his lips and his member that throbbed horribly. 

Blinded, you climbed into his lap, his solid thighs easily holding you. His cock brushed against your gown, smearing its thick layers of saliva and pre-cum onto the fabric. 

You bit your lip, pushing your damp panties to the side and lifting your hips. You placed a hand on his hard chest, and took his cock in your other, brushing his tip along your drenched folds. You moaned at the feeling soon lowering yourself onto him. 

Your soppy walls instantly sucked him in while the satisfying feeling of fulfillment overwhelmed your being. Tingles spread through you whilst deep whines left your lover’s lips. 

You looked up at him, his face contorted in a look of pleasure as his hand instinctively landed on your waist. You hummed at the touch, beginning to roll your hips. With each grind, his cock buried deeper inside of you, taking the air from your lungs. 

At your movements, his breathing began to quicken, his eyebrows knitting together tightly as a guttural groan left his lips. Your eyes rolled, his load shooting inside of your walls, painting and filling you up completely. The warmth and intensity making you shudder and release after him. Your body trembling horribly as you held your loud moans back with a harsh bite of your bottom lip.

Once you regained your senses, you lifted your hips, releasing his cock as his creamy essence slipped out of your entrance, eyes fluttering at the sensation.

After catching your breath, you took the blankets in your hands, covering both of your bodies. Exhaustion instantly crashed into you upon your contentment and satisfaction. The lust and need were gone and Miguel was relieved.

You couldn't be happier. 

Sleep soon overtook you as you snuggled into your lover’s chest, his breathing settling after his release and lulling you to sleep. 

The next day, Miguel’s eyes fluttered open. The Saturday morning sun shining into your window and illuminating the bedroom. Miguel oddly felt relaxed, completely refreshed like a free-flowing river after being burdened with ice.

He heaved a relieved sigh when he noticed the warmth that lay upon his chest. He glanced down to see you snuggled up against him, soft snores passing your lips. He smiled, running his thick fingers through your hair, slowly waking you. 

You looked up at him with drowsy eyes, giving him a warm smile. “Good morning.” You whispered, the night previous feeling like a dream, but the lingering sensation of being full could still be felt in your core. 

“Good morning, amor” He replied, pressing a kiss to your head, your body instantly melting at his affection. “How do you feel?” You asked him, a fanged smile spreading across his tanned lips. “Oddly, I feel rejuvenated.” He chuckled. You grinned, a small blush spreading across your cheeks at your words.

“I’m glad. My top priority is to make sure you are satisfied and most importantly…

Stress-free.” 

You said in a suggestive tone, one that your lover instantly picked up on. His crimson eyes wandered your face in thought when his bushy eyebrows rose. “Ah, did you have something to do with this?” He inquired, your boyfriend's intuition always being spot on. You bit your lip, flashing him a sly grin. “Maybe…” You trailed off. 

Miguel cocked his head at you, finally noticing his change in attire and that he was now bare, completely different from when he crashed the previous night. Along with the change, he was beginning to notice a potent scent of your shared arousals, a smell only he knew due to his heightened senses. His smirk broadened at the realization.

“I see…” He smirked, catching on to the little fun you got to have with him last night. You blushed, a little embarrassed as he shook his head. “Mami, no need to get flustered on me now.” He teased before suddenly flipping you over. 

A gasp escaped your lips followed by a laugh when you found yourself under him on your bed. He held his body over you, your being much smaller compared to his massive form. His crimson eyes held amusement in them at the sight of your laughter. Miguel looked down to your lips and back up at you, his tanned ones parting.

He didn’t say another word, only devouring your mouth with his own. His suddenness surprised you but instantly made you melt into him. You cupped his face in your hands, hungrily matching his intensity. 

Miguel overwhelmed and intoxicated you, engulfing you in his burly arms as your lips clashed in a combination of teeth and tongue. “Had some fun, huh?” He growled between the passionate exchange of kisses. You moaned against his mouth, humming in agreement. 

He smirked, continuing to messily ravage your mouth and roam his hands down your body. “I've been neglecting my baby, hm?” He groaned, squeezing your soft flesh through the fabric of your gown. “That's why you did it? You missed me, mi amor?” He inquired breathlessly in a hoarse voice through kisses and firm caresses on your body.

You moaned at his touch, nodding at his question of longing. The familiar feeling of need sprouted through your body the more he spoke, kissed, and ran his hands along your being. 

He pecked your lips one last time before pulling away, the intensity of the kiss leaving you in a daze. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, his skin seeming to be more radiate than ever. His crimson eyes met yours, blown with lust as a fanged smirk spread across his puffy tanned lips.

“You’ve had your fun, amor. Now it’s my turn…”

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[sminiac]

can u write about giving bonedo legal line head pleaseee 😭😭😭 im such a giver like i need to make them feel good thank you!!!!

💌— I’VE BEEN REALLY STRUGGLING W WRITING LATELY BUT OFC :3

⋆ P. Sungho

Funny enough, I see Sungho as more of a giver. Something about him emits that he loves being able to take care of his lover— but don’t get me wrong, he allows himself to enjoy when you’re the one using your mouth, the only problem is he gets too restless knowing how needy it makes you, your impatience makes him impatient. Gets off on the internal image of giving you head just so the process will be finished faster, and it’s a bad habit, he knows, but you deserve to feel just as good. In short he allows you to do it whenever you ask, and it feels good, of course it does, but he’d much rather be settled comfortably between your thighs, his skin drenched thickly in your arousal, sometimes it makes you wonder if he just enjoys constantly having a locked jaw too?

The only time you can really go through the process of having him cum undisturbed is early in the morning when he’s half awake, struggling to sleep past the feeling of his aching cock. In his drowsy, refusal of day state he’ll let you do it without any convincing that you need the attention more than he does, he’s just much too tired to talk, and to put in the actual effort to have you submitting to his insistence, but he’s still awake enough to give you the ‘go ahead’ when your fingers start drawing feather light touches across his lower tummy, it takes a little while, but eventually he’ll be bucking his hips up and whispering a desperate “Please, honey.” You’ll know he’s close when his big hand finds the top of your head and his back is slightly arching from the mattress, breathlessly stuttering out: “Fuh- fuck, baby. God, oh my, fuck.”

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ L. Riwoo

Riwoo likes someone with a level head and a persistent drive because then he doesn’t have to think about a single thing other than you and the way you make him shake and quiver once you’re sunken down, laving hotly at his tip, paying attention to all the right places at once. He won’t say it aloud but he also really likes when you’re messy, calculated in every other aspect as expected, but allowing yourself the freedom of salivating all over him, the sight of it, the feeling, it’s almost like a confidence boost seeing you so into pleasuring him, the way the warm mix of liquids seep out of the corners of your mouth and cover his skin, he’s very adamant about eye contact when he’s not being shy.

If you’re enjoying yourself then he enjoys it all the more! Here and there Riwoo doesn’t mind a pinch of exhibitionism, giving him head in the shower of the dorm or when you’re at his house really gets him going. The fear of someone hearing his pathetic whimpers, catching onto whatever the two of you do behind closed doors— he runs so high off of it, his hips unapologetically slipping his cock in and out of your mouth, the anxiety in his stomach conjoint with the kick of his orgasm approaching always has him shifting gears, sweet sweaty boy just absolutely fucking your mouth with reckless abandon.

⋆ M. Jaehyun

He’s so yappy and adorable! Absolutely cannot keep his mouth shut for the life of him when you’re swallowing around his dick, treating him so delicately, like he’s the prettiest, most delicate thing you’ve ever laid your hands on. The doting and the loving on really makes him so horny though, like, so bad that you can’t tell him he’s pretty whilst looking at him a certain way or he’ll get so whiny about it. The flood of affection being only meant for him makes his limbs so restless, there’s too much good feelings and sweet words that he doesn’t know how to receive it, even more when you’re offering to get on your knees for him.

Jaehyun doesn’t take your certainty of wanting to give any kind of way that’ll make you feel like it’s intended to be degrading, there’s no hidden agenda or kept in thoughts, he’s simply liquid in your hands, takes whatever you have to offer so graciously while still being assuring that he wants it just as bad as you do. He’s so visually pleasing too, doesn’t understand the effect that his shuttered cries and restless legs have on you, every time you have him in your mouth he refuses to look or he’s cumming on the spot, so his eyes are closed most of the time, he’s so :( also has a thing for the feeling of your nails dragging against the soft skin of his thighs, cries and cries from the stimulation, could probably cum from that alone but he’s too embarrassed to find out.

⋆ H. Taesan

A recorder. He is a sluuuut !! Literally asking whenever he can if it’s okay for him to record. Such a freak that even when he’s not horny he’ll be watching back the videos of you giving him head, whenever he’s in the back of the van going to prerecording’s his hidden folder is quickly being pulled up, you’re just so pretty and you always do so good for him, he feels almost this sense of pride? Like “Yeah that’s my girl, she’s so beautiful. Head game is crazy btw!” He just has to brag about you in every way, idk 🙄. Likes when you give him head in ridiculous places and situations too, the back of the car, on an airplane, after shows, before shows etc. and he records those too of course, talks to you in a hushed tone with the phone flash all in your eyes, “Fuuuck- s’good princess. Keep doin’, doing that, please.”

Taesan is such a physically reactive person, it’s like everything the normal human feels he feels 5x stronger. Will unintentionally make you gag and tear up by how much his hips unwillingly twitch and push when he’s close to cumming because of this. He does his best every time to try and stop it, but it’s hard to stop something that’s not done with a conscious effort. Admittedly though, every inch of your mouth he’s been allowed to touch feels amazing, but he’s come to find that the back of your mouth is an especially important part.

⋆ K. Leehan

The most likely to head push, idk if it’s because of how pretty he is but something about him is so intimidating? He brings that same exact energy to bed too, plays into it, likes seeing you flustered and stupid. Yk how it’s always the people you least expect to have crazy experience when it comes to sex? Yeah, literally him. Like he’ll be teaching you shit you would’ve never learned if it was someone else’s dick in your mouth, “Lick it like that” “Use your fingers like this baby” or “More pressure pretty, don’t be shy.” Absolutely intends to build your abilities so they pertain only to what he finds pleasurable. Even the way he talks to you, it’s so entertaining but not in a humorous manner, he knows just what to say and how to say it for the success of getting you squirmy and impatient.

Since he knows how shy you get Leehan purposely makes eye contact with you as much as he can, will caress the top of your head and the soft of your cheek that the tip of his cock pokes into as he talks sweetly to you. Asking if you’re having fun, if he tastes good. He’s such a mouth fucker, I can’t. If you’re giving him the go ahead to use you he does exactly that. The most talkative out of everyone, keeps your ears entertained with his grunts, moans and his thoughts, but he keeps your mouth even more busy. It’s impossible for him to become bored, he feels the same excitement every time you go down on him that he felt the first time it happened.

[kkcauseway]

Scrubs Up

No outbreak!Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: 1.4k of pure fluff… it’s just Joel being stupidly cute shaving your legs in the bath, he’s just so fucking cute. Content/warnings: so much flufffff! Joel miller being completely unsubtle, but also being the most doting husband.🫶🏻 no use of y/n, no outbreak.

Main masterlist I Wedding day fluff I Drunk reader fluff

You’re completely at peace in your rose scented bubble blanket. Joel ran you the most amazing bath for when you made it home from work, because as per usual the man knows what you need before you even know you need it yourself.

Your boss has been unnecessarily harsh lately, and after calling him on your lunch break and breaking down for the second time this week, he knew he needed to do something to help get your mind off it once you made it home. He even lit all your favourite candles and sat them on the sink, so you were hit with vanilla when you walked into the room- it was a more than necessary amount, but you love him so much for it.

You’re resting in the perfect warm water, eyes closed with you so at peace with finally able to forget about your shitty day and instead you reminisce on your wonderful life with Joel. How amazing he makes you feel and how cute he is for running the bath for you and for ordering Chinese takeout- your favourite.

A knock at the bathroom door draws your attention away from your thoughts. On opening your eyes you’re met with your husband’s gaze as he peers his head round the door smiling at you before walking in and shutting the door behind him. “Hey baby” he utters.

“Hi” you smile at him so happy. Admiring his frame, his messy curly hair that’s just that bit too long, but you find it absolutely perfect and so he won’t cut it, the white t shirt he’s wearing slightly too tight on his biceps, dark blue jeans that hug him just right and feet bare.

When he moves towards you brining over a storage box and sits right at the side of the bath you can’t help but giggle. “What the heck are you doin’?”

“I got bored.”

You laugh “bored?”

“I missed you” he puts that adorable pouty face on that you fell for as he shrugs.

“Baby I’ve been gone like twenty minutes” you kick your legs under the water toes quickly popping out before hiding amongst the bubbles again; he can’t help but stare. “S’too long, so v’brought my book in” he holds it up with a smug smile on his face “and m’gonna sit with my baby keep her company.”

“Cutie, but since when do you read?”

He leans over to kiss you briefly “I read plenty thanks” before making himself comfortable sitting back with a groan. You can’t help but stare as he opens his book up and licks his finger in order to turn the page. You just lie back watching for a moment as this man stays fully ‘engrossed’ in his book.

“Is it good?” You quiz playfully into the silence.

“Uhu, yeah great.” It’s the most unenthusiastic response as he licks his finger again and turns the page.

Laughing you add “you know the books upside down, right?”

“Oh, is it?” He peers over the top, chuckling, his eyes unmoving from yours as he turns it the right way. “Ooops, guess I was distracted.”

“Hmmm, anyone would think you drew me this bath just so you could come and perv on me.” You chuckle and the smug look that plasters his face gives you your answer immediately, but he gasps playfully “that’s outrageous.”

You shake your head before throwing it back on a full belly laugh, you couldn’t love him more if you tried. With that he then looks back to the words on the page seemingly engrossed on whatever he’s reading, so you get back to bathing yourself.

When you pick up your razor and lift your left leg to rest on the side of the bath his eyes pop up over the book. You pretend not to notice shaving away, but it isn’t long till his gaze burns. You run the razor along your leg a few more times before chuckling. Turning to look his way his cheeks begin staining red- he knows he’s caught. “If you’re gonna stare the least you could do is offer to do it for me” you jest before laughing again your breasts popping out of the water as you do.

He licks his lips at the sight before shrugging “I’ll do it for yah.”

“You will?”

You didn’t expect that kind of a response from him.

“Course” he closes and puts the book down on the floor before moving his makeshift seat over so he can reach your leg easily.

“This one’s done” you put the leg back into the water “but she’s all yours” you giggle lifting your right leg out. He takes it into his grasp running his large palm up and down the length of it before clasping your foot “you painted ‘em again.” You hum in response as he admires the baby blue polish on your toes. Gently brushing his thumb over the polish on your big toe.

You love that about him, he notices everything, every slight change.

That one hand keeps hold of your foot as he takes the razor from you with the other “now hold still” he urges.

You nod “yes sir,” completely engrossed in the fact he’s actually going to do this for you. You watch intently as he sticks his tongue between his lips and gently runs the razor along your leg in soft, even strokes. It tickles, sending goosebumps to your entire body. How is it possible that him doing something as simple as shaving your leg makes you horny? It’s the intimacy of it, leg hair could be embarrassing, with anyone else you know it would be, but with Joel, he’s always made you feel so beautiful no matter what that it’s normal. You could stay in this moment forever. Every touch is so meaningful, so full of love.

Each glide of the razor is done with so much care. And you can tell he’s enjoying himself the smirk plastered on his face grows as he shaves, and you moan at how much it tickles.

When finished he places the razor back down and you expect he will just drop your leg, but he doesn’t. He rinses it off by cupping some water into his palm and lets it fall over your leg and then he leans down to place the most delicate kiss on your foot, you can’t help but moan. This continues all the way up the side of your leg he kisses, nibbles and licks till he reaches the crease in your knee.

“I love you” he mumbles into the skin there.

“I love you too.” You squeak out, breathless from the moment.

As he pulls his face away from your leg, he gently drops it back into the water “y’ready t’get out now?”

You hum in response, looking up to him with slightly hooded eyes. You could get out yourself you know full well, but you like him doting on you, so instead you make grabby hands at him and force him to help pull you up. He keeps one of your hands in his to help you climb onto the bathmat. He stands with you moving the box out of the way before grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body, cuddling you close. “Mmmm, you smell like strawberries” he grumbles.

“Your favourite right?” You look up at him with a smile.

He’s always been obsessed with your hair since you first met, the first time you kissed he’d grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him as your tongues danced with one another. As he pulled away, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead which is when he first got hit with the strawberry smell. Funnily enough it was the first time you’d used it, and ever since then it’s the only one you’ll use. It binds you together, it’s important, a part of your story, one you hope never to forget. Now all he ever wants to do is bury his face into your hair as he breathes in the strawberry scent. He says it’s one of the things he loves most about you, strawberries.

He meets your eyes with a cheeky smile “anythin’ n’everythin’ to do with you is my favourite gorgeous girl.” And with that he kisses you. “Now come on Chinese will be here soon gotta make sure you’re comfy in bed before it gets here.”

He melts your heart, loving him more is impossible.

Main masterlist I wedding day fluff I drunk reader fluff

[stuckinthesun]

“Let me treat you right.” Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Kinktober — Week Two: Body worship, edging/denial, Dom/Sub undertones, cunnilingus

Tomorrow was Halloween, or at least according to Eugene’s makeshift calendar it was, and Alexandria was decorated with homemade and scavenged Halloween decorations for the occasion.

Everyone agreed that they wanted to do something special for the kids in the community, make a day where the world didn’t seem so shitty.

That was why you were up at one in the morning, making candied walnuts. You wanted the kids to be able to have the classic trick-or-treat experience, and Daryl had found a couple bags of expired candy, but you also wanted them to have something fresh.

You just finished twisting the timer after putting in the last batch of walnuts, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, welcome home.” You called out quietly to Rick, trying not to wake up the kids.

The sound of his boots grow louder as he makes his way toward the kitchen, and when he walks in, his face is wearing a look of both amusement and curiosity, “Hi honey, what are you doing? Thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“I’m making candy walnuts,” You shrug, smiling at him, “thought they would be nice for tomorrow.”

“You’ve been doing this all night?”

“Yeah, I let Carl taste test my first batch and he said they were good so I just kept going.” You said, cracking open another walnut, “Lord knows we have enough of these-”

You were cut off by Rick suddenly standing right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

A smile pulled at your lips as you curled into his embrace, “Maybe once or twice; what’s the occasion this time?”

“It’s just really sweet what you’re doing.” Rick whispered, his thumbs starting to rub small circles against your hips.

You let out a shaky breath, “Well I won’t lie to you, I am making extra just for us.”

Rick chuckles and lets go of you, before cleaning off the counter in front of you, “Still, I think you deserve a reward for being such a sweet girl.”

Quickly his hands return to your waist, spinning you around to face him and beginning to slide your sweatpants down. Heat instantly starts to pool between your legs as you wonder what he has in mind.

Once Rick has the band of your sweats and panties down your thighs, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter top, “Now just sit there and keep looking pretty for me darling, I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Rick,” You whimper, watching him kneel down down in front of you and feeling slightly embarrassed because he now has full view of just how wet you already are.

Rick grabs the plush of your thighs and spreads them apart and groans, “fuck baby,” before leaning in and licking a long messy stripe through your already soaked pussy.

Your hand instantly flew to cover your mouth, quieting your moans so you didn’t wake up the kids, while your other hand tangled itself in Rick’s curls, pulling his face closer to your aching center.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations only helping stimulate you more as his tongue circled around your clit. You moaned into your hand at the tease, the feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin making you shiver against him.

Finally Rick brings his tongue directly to your clit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucks little bundle of nerves, causing you to grip his hair a little harder and pulling you closer to brink of an orgasm before he stops and goes back to teasing you.

“Wh-“ You hate how fucked out and whinny your voice sounds, “Why?”

“I’m not done thanking you.” Rick hums against your dripping cunt, before going back to dragging his tongue against everything except your clit.

This continues for another five minutes, of him bringing you to the edge and then not letting you cum. You’re now a shaking, crying mess on the counter, still desperately trying to stay quiet, “R-Rick please I-I thought this w-was a re-ward,”

You felt Rick smirk against you before he pulled away, face glistening with your slick, “It is, that’s why I’m dragging it out.”

“Please let me c-cum please please,” You beg, hips rolling against nothing, missing Rick’s mouth on you.

Rick laughs and doesn’t say anything, just dives back in and sucks on your clit hard. You moan into your hand, cumming instantly against his face.

“Sure babygirl,” Rick said after he pulled away from your now sensitive cunt, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, “I’ll let you cum.”

You just let out a tired breath.

One of these will be on the correct week istg

[thetreefairy]

Heyyy 🤍

I wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa, in which his daughter is really stressed and he finds her crying, almost in the border of a panic attack. And how he helps her, etc.

A little context of this request is that today i had a panic attack hahaha. So basicly confort and a slight angst ñ.

Thanks love 🤍

she/her reader (f/f) - favorite food tw: panic attacks, yandere undertones but not so much because I accidentally mixed up requests, so I did tone it down extremely so that it was just father Aizawa but because of that i had to cut some scenes, so sorry if it's like messy.

sorry for the late response, internship is depleting my energy levels like a fucking leech (love my internship though) <3

this isn't my best piece since I kept the panic attack vague as there are many ways to like have a panic attack so I didn't want to be too specific.

Reader always had been an anxious child, that's why Aizawa Shouta wasn't a fan of her being a hero student. Even as a support student.

While she inherited his quirk, she was rather talented in science and making support items, so she chose the support route.

Shouta saw it as a comprise, this way she won't be involved in direct combat and she would still be able to live her 'dream'.

"Reader?" Shouta called out as he opened the door of their apartment, he had come home late after a rather nasty fight with Shigaraki. "I brought you back some (f/f)."

That was something he rather often did when he got back from a nasty fight that was actually on TV. Ever since his new class, he wasn't really an 'underground' hero anymore, so his fights were more available to the public. The downside of that was that Reader could watch them.

He heard a rather loud sob and he saw his daughter wrapped up in a banket, watching TV, the news sender. "Oh, baby." Aizawa cooed instantly, thinking she was crying because of his fight. He placed the food on the table and rubbed his baby's shoulders. Pulling her in for a side hug. "Papa is okay."

Well he was right to some extent, Reader wasn't just crying for her father. She was crying about her support items, she had given her papa a prototype of one of her eye-creams (which she made with recovery-girl as a trying something new thing) and a taser that paralyzes the person at the receiving end for like an hour or two, so why didn't he use them?

He could have ended the fight quicker and less injured, Reader was panicking because she thought her items weren't good enough. That they failed her papa when he needed them. When Reader didn't make a sound besides heavy breathing and sobbing when Shouta pulled her in for a hug, he realized that something else was going on as well.

"Petal?" Reader was too quit for Shouta's liking, so he pulled the weighted blanket over her. She was either having a panic attack or mad at him, so he'll comfort her until she's able to tell him what she wants. "I'm going to keep hugging you, okay?"

He felt a weak nod but Reader was still breathing too quickly for his liking. "Now, I am going to do some breathing exercises, wanna do them with me?"

She didn't respond so Shouta silently started to guide her breathing and when she was breathing properly he whispered comforting words in her ears.

"Papa?" Reader asked softly. "D-did my taser fail you?"

"Huh?" Shouta asked confused, then it clicked to him, the prototype. "Oh, papa lend it out to Midoriya, my biggest problem child, remember him?"

Reader nodded, Midoriya often hung out with her in Recovery girl's room because he usually got injured a lot but also because she made a cream to help with his joints but that cream needs recovery-girls quirk to be made.

"He keeps getting in trouble so I gave him your taser, since it has multiple uses so that he can run instead of fighting."

"...So you didn't hate it?"

"No, I love it baby." Shouta cooed, his poor baby was rather insecure and weak. He really shouldn't let her watch the hero news-channels, perhaps he should just keep her safe and sound in the apartment. (the league of villains have been becoming way more aggressive and calculating for his liking). "I love everything you make me, you know?"

"But you would tell me if I need to improve?" Reader asked softly, she needed an answer to that, so that she could be for sure if he was sincere about his compliments and feedback.

"Of course, whenever have I sugar-coated anything?" He grinned up to his daughter with his trade-mark shit eating grin. Reader chuckled weakly, she felt better now, but the small voice in her head was still bullshitting her. (At least for Shouta would it always be bullshit, and Reader? Well she'll need some convincing)

"Never."

"Exactly, how about I call in sick tomorrow and we go to a cat café huh?"

Hope you like it<33

[honey-on-your-tongue]

BITCH imma need a Jake sully x f!reader, where he calls us baby girl oh my god i would actually go feral.

I SWEAR every time Jake Sully says babygirl it just makes me 😩😩😩😩😩

Also, I'm making this human!reader because I just need to fulfill my size kink 🤭🤭

Not proofread soooo as usual, squint if you see mistakes 😙

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Jake has an array of nicknames for you. Little pet names that make you blush and smile, bashful. All of them elicit pretty much the same reaction. Except for one.

Jake had accidentally called you babygirl without even realizing it. But the moment you hear it from his lips, you blush and your eyes darken ever-so-slightly. A warmth spreads between your thighs, spreading over your skin, flooding your womb.

You'd stuttered out a reply, nervous and flustered, and then he'd smelled it.

Your soft, sweet arousal. He was used to smelling it occasionally when his hands grazed your skin, or maybe he'd smell it on your hands, making it obvious you'd been touching yourself. But he'd never been able to get that reaction from you with words.

He cocked his head sideways. “You okay?”

That had only flustered you more and you ran off not long after, mumbling something about being late to some place or another.

At night, Jake had stayed up,wondering what it was he'd said that had you so turned on.

It must be long past midnight when he realizes it. And the very next morning, he's waiting for you in the cafeteria as you make your way to breakfast.

When you see Jake there, your cheeks instantly heat. Unconsciously, you wipe your hands on your shirt, sort of trying to dry away the sweat and also hoping the scent of your pussy isn't still imbedded in your skin.

You figure it must be, especially since you've been touching yourself almost nightly since you met Jake.

“Good mornin',” he greets, a sly smile on his lips.

You smile back. “Hi, Jake.” You sit at one of the tables. He sits on the floor beside your chair and he's still taller than you.

“How'd my babygirl sleep?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair off your face.

You shudder slightly. The way he says it has your body warming, especially since you'd spent all night replaying the memory of his voice as you desperately thrusted your fingers in and out of your sopping cunt.

“Um.” You clear your throat. “Yeah. Good. Good.” You nod, avoiding his gaze as you stare down at the plate of eggs and hashbrowns already set in your place.

“I'm glad.” His thumb gently caresses your cheekbone and then his fingers trail from your jaw to your collarbone before retreating. He doesn't miss the way goosebumps flower all over your skin.

You hum quietly, quickly stuffing a piece of hashbrown into your mouth in hopes that he doesn't ask you anything else.

The scent of your arousal slowly fills the atmosphere between the two of you, and Jake's cock twitches in response. He pushes the urge away and smirks slightly.

“You know, I've been thinking. I always give you tour after tour of the village and the clan and whatnot.” He glances sideways at you. “I was wondering if you could give me a tour of the lab?”

You laugh softly and point out, “You already know the lab.”

Jake is not the type to sugarcoat what he wants. He playfully rolls his eyes. “I was implying you should give me a tour of your quarters, silly.”

You blush more. “My...?” It takes you a moment to recover. When you do, you're quick to ask, “What for?”

He smirks, making what he wants absolutely obvious. Still, he innocently says, “I wanna get to know your place.”

You chuckle nervously. “My room's sort of a mess right now...”

He laughs and leans in a little closer. “I'm gonna let you think you're a good liar and pretend I believe you, alright?” he whispers. Then, leaning back, he says, “I don't mind a messy room.”

You can feel the embarrassment heating up your cheeks. “Um.”

He grins. “I promise not to touch anything,” he teases, crossing his arms and tucking his hands under his armpits.

Defeated, you sigh. “Fine. But if you touch a single thing, I'm kicking you out,” you joke, trying to push away the embarrassment you feel and hoping to regain some of your dignity.

He's kind enough to chuckle at that. “Alright. I'll behave, then.”

When you finish breakfast, you lead him out of the cafeteria, down various halls and into your corner of the lab.

Your quarters are made up of a total of three separate rooms. One, your greenhouse, originally a lab full of samples of Pandora flora that eventually overtook the space and now you grow them more than study them. Two, your office, full of thousands and hundreds of books you read for pleasure and not work; your desk is there, computer full of your daily logs. And third, your bedroom with its big queen-sized bed, luxurious mattress, rug-covered floor and joined bathroom as well as a small walk-in closet.

You lead Jake inside. The greenhouse first. He smiles at the small Pandora forest you've grown in here, each little plant encased in a special, all-glass habitat appropriate to its needs.

“This is neat,” he admits, chuckling.

You nod. “This is my favorite room,” you inform him, checking the temperature and humidity in each of the plants' habitats. “I always come in here if I want to relax and just be on my own for a while.”

“I can see why. It's so pretty.” He smiles as he watches you, fussing over your gathered flora.

“Yeah.”

You lead him into your office next. This room is the one you're most uneasy about. It's private. This is where your daily logs have turned from a record of Pandora to a teenagerish diary obsessing over Jake.

He walks in, fingers tracing over all the familar technology he doesn't use anymore. The space is all clean, spacey, extremely professional.

“It's so weird to be back in one of these rooms...”

You don't spend too much time in your office. You feel almost guilty about all the things you've recorded on your computer.

“Yeah. But you're all familiar with this sorta place.” You chuckle awkwardly; Jake can smell you're nervous. Your little hand grabs onto his for a moment as you tug him in the direction of your bedroom.

He follows after you, eager to see your room, the bed you sleep in, wondering if you ever touch yourself there while thinking of him...

Maybe he's too eager. His tail swishes around, excited, without him noticing. He only becomes aware of it when it knocks something over.

You're halfway into your bedroom by then, but you stop dead in your tracks when you hear your own voice from your computer.

“...and I try not to, I really do. But Jake's just...” A sigh. “God...”

“What's this?” Jake asks, turning around to find he's knocked over your log recorder, somehow managing to make it play last night's log.

You rush out of your room, reaching for the off button, but he holds you back. “No, no. I wanna see,” he tells you, his huge hand holding you away from your computer.

“That's private!” you argue, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

“Not if it has my name in it,” he responds. He turns his attention away from your complaints and back to your log.

“...supposedly just friends, I know. And what's more. He's, like, a whole other species. But I just...can't get him out of my mind, and...”

Jake's eyes rake over your face as you speak. In the video, he can see your raw emotions. Your wide, darkened eyes. The way you chew on your bottom lip. The little sighs and exhales that leave your mouth as you talk about him.

“...drives me crazy. For fuck's sake, I have to touch myself at least twice a day because of him. And when he called me babygirl.” In the video, you bite your lower lip and whine lowly. “I want him so bad. And it's so wrong, I know, but I can't help it.”

Jake's eyebrows raise, his tail swinging with excitement.

Behind him, you're holding your face in your hands, hoping you die right now. The embarrassment is gonna kill you anyway.

He pauses the log, slowly turns to you. Your gaze is quick to avoid his.

He takes a step closer to you and grabs your chin in his enormous hand, forcing your eyes up to his. “Kid,” he says firmly.

You're quick to break. “I'm sorry!” you exclaim, horrified. “I...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have— It was wrong of me to— I just—”

His eyes move to your lips as you talk, and he cuts off your rambling by sliding his huge thumb into your mouth. “Stop talkin',” he says, voice low.

You swallow, hard.

His eyes follow the movement of it.

“Did you mean what you said there?” he questions.

You nod slightly. “Mhmm.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Even the part about touching yourself?”

You grimace, blushing intensely. You look away from him and he tightens his grip on your chin. Your eyes find his once more. After a while, you nod. “Mm...”

And then Jake loses it.

His enormous hands grab you by the hips, pushing you backwards into your bedroom. He slams the door shut after himself and then helps you onto the bed.

“You should've said so sooner, babygirl,” he tells you, voice low and raspy. “I could've helped you out a night or two.”

He spreads your legs, your skirt riding up your thighs and exposing the edge of your panties. Your scent is thick—thicker than it's ever been—and Jake can't help the animalistic urge that takes over him.

He pushes you to lay back against the pillows, one of his hands holding you down while his other one holds onto your hip. He nuzzles his face between your thighs, rubbing against the soft skin there. He slides his nose up your slit, teasing you through your panties which are rapidly growing moist.

You whine lowly, breath hitching, hands moving to his head. You hold him, back arching slightly in search of his mouth.

He groans against you, tongue darting out to flatten against your clit through your panties. You squirm under him, thighs squeezing his head.

He chuckles, smirking as he uses his huge hands to hold your legs open. He grabs the hem of your panties between his sharp canines and quickly tugs them off. The sight is almost enough to send you over the edge, somehow you manage not to lose your mind right there and then.

He throws your panties aside once you're out of them, his eyes quick to fall on your cunt. Delighted, he reaches for you, one hand holding your hip in place while his other hand slides between your thighs.

His middle finger traces up your slit, teasing your entrance. He spreads your soaked folds, eyes focused on the way you clench around nothing, how your slick drips down to the bed.

“Jake,” you whine out, cheeks heating from his intense gaze. “Jake.”

“Yeah, babygirl?” he says, eyes fluttering up to yours. “What do you want?”

You make a soft, high-pitched sound when he gently slides a finger into you. “I...I want you.” Is that your voice? So breathy and whiny and weak?

He nods. “Off to a good start. But I know you can do better, baby.” He grins deviously. “What do you want from me, babygirl? Hm?”

You blush. “Want you t'fuck me,” you mutter, shy, nerves getting the best of you.

He taps your thigh, drawing your eyes to his. “What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you.”

You feel your entire face heating with embarrassment. He loves to tease you, you know he does, and it always makes you shy and flustered.

“Please, Jake,” you whine. “Please fuck me.”

A small growl escapes his lips. “Oh, I want that. You don't know how bad I do.” He holds your gaze. “Are you sure you can take it?”

You nod, too clouded in your lust to even consider it. “I'm absolutely sure.”

He nods. “Alright, babygirl. But first, I gotta get this pussy 'f yours all nice and stretched out. I don't wanna hurt you.” He dives back between your thighs, his mouth finding your folds, his nose against your clit and his tongue tracing around your entrance.

Your nails dig into his scalp, your body trembling under his enormous hands that hold you still. Your eyes flutter shut, mind lost as Jake devours your cunt.

He tries to be gentle, but he's so eager to please you that he accidentally grazes his teeth against your sensitive cunt. It sends a whirl of ecstasy through you, making your hips jerk.

Jake's tail flicks with surprise, his ears perking as he glances up at you. He studies your face, looking for signs of discomfort. When he doesn't find any, he runs his sharp canines over your swollen folds again, teasing your clit as well.

That gets you writhing, hips torn between jerking away from his mouth and pressing against it.

He gently bites your clit, growling lowly when you whimper. One of his hands moves away from your thigh and to your cunt. His rough, thick middle finger presses against your entrance, gathering your slick before pushing inside of you.

Your velvet walls clench around his digit eagerly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the relief of having something inside.

Jake's mouth keeps working your clit, making you see stars, while he slides his ring finger into you as well.

His fingers are too clever by half. They find your g-spot with too much ease and are quick to curl against it, giving it the exact pressure it needs to make you writhe.

Your voice is a gentle whimper as you feel your orgasm nearing and start a high-pitched chorus of, “Jake! Jake! Jake!”

He chuckles against you, sending vibrations up your spine, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Your little hands grab onto his hair, trying to push his head away. “'s too much,” you cry. “It's too much! I-I can't! Jake, please! Fuck!”

He ignores your whining, knowing full well that you need to come. He keeps going, and your damn glad he does. But the pleasure is too intense; you're not sure you won't pass out any second now.

“No, no, I can't!” you insist, nimble hands failing at countering his strength. His mouth keeps devouring you, his fingers thrusting into you until you're falling over the edge.

“Fuck!” you cry, eyes fluttering shut, back arching. “Fuck! Fuck!”

Jake helps you ride out your orgasm until you fall limp on the bed, chest rising and falling with each breath.

“You okay?” he asks you, crawling on top of you, dwarfing you as he cups your face in his hand.

You nod. “'m fine.”

He smiles softly. “You still want me t'fuck you, babygirl?”

You nod. “Yes. Please.”

He nods. He takes his loincloth off, tosses it aside. Your eyes fall to his cock, heart racing at the sight of him. He's long, thick, and hard. The thought of it in you sends fear flying through you, and it only turns you on more.

You spread your legs in a silent invitation, your pretty eyes focused on his face.

Jake runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, teasing your clit, nudging your entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks, eyes studying yours for any sign if hesitance.

You nod. “Please, fuck me.”

“Deep breath for me, yeah?” His voice is soft, soothing, a gentle command. You nod. As you start taking that deep breath, he pushes into you.

At first, your cunt offers resistance, pain pricking your skin as the head of his cock struggles to fit. Once the tip is in, hoewever, the pain lessens and eventually dissipates, allowing you to relax.

Jake slides into you deeper and deeper, hissing quietly, his mind reeling from how tight you are. He fills you until the tip presses against your cervix, leaving almost half of his cock out of you.

He glances up at you to find your eyes shut, mouth open in a silent 'oh.' He chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Someday, I'm gonna be all the way inside of you,” he promises. “You're gonna learn to take every inch of my cock, babygirl.”

You moan, writhing underneath him, your body too overcome with pleasure for you to reply. Your breath is heavy, your back arches as he starts to move.

“Just like that,” he groans, one of his ginormous hands holding onto your hip, the other one braced on the headboard. “Good girl. Breathe for me, hm?”

You whimper, your hips grinding against his at the slow, steady rhythm he sets. You try to take even breaths, but with every tiny move he makes, shocks of ecstasy climb up your skin, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Oh, baby,” he chuckles, “this pretty little pussy is so good...so fuckin' good.”

You moan, hands curling into fists around the bed sheets under you. “Oh, God,” you cry out, your legs wrapping around his waist, pushing him almost impossibly deeper into you.

A snarl leaves Jake's lips. “Fuck, you're gonna kill me.” He leans down, his mouth meeting your neck. He bites your throat, his teeth dragging over your sensitive skin. He licks the sweat off your collarbone, buries his nose in the crook of your neck.

Stars dance behind your eyelids, your pulse races in your ears. You can't think, can't do much more than squirm under jake and moan.

“There you go, babygirl,” he whispers into your ear. “You're doing so good for me.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, your heels pressing against the small of his back. He can't get enough of you, but he knows he has to hold back. He'll hurt you otherwise, and he'd never risk that.

Heat blossoms in your core, spilling between your thighs and aching deep behind your belly button. Your release peeks through the haze, steadily growing, like a snowball rolling down a slope, gaining momentum and size.

“Jake!”

The sound of your voice, high-pitched and shaky, has Jake's ears perking up. Your velvet walls tighten around him and he groans.

“That's a good girl,” he hums. “My babygirl. You gonna come on my cock, hm? Gonna behave for me?”

You nod, eyes shut tight, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you try to muffle your whimpers.

“Answer me,” he demands, pounding you harder, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising your delicate body.

“Yes! Yes! I will!” you cry out, your body writhing, hips jerking as your orgasm bubbles right underneath the surface. Jake hisses as you clench around him, making it almost impossible for him to slide in and out of you.

Jake's predatory amber gaze watches you as you come undone. Your release crashes over you, making your back arch, your lips part. You moan, nails digging into his skin, slick gushing over his cock

Jake groans as he feels your pussy grow wetter, velvet walls clenching around him. And then his own orgasm takes over him. He spills his thick load inside of you, rope after rope of warm, sticky release. He pumps you full of his cum until it's dripping out of you and then he collapses beside you on the bed, breathless.

He hugs you to him, kissing your forehead. “You were so good for me, babygirl,” he says, his hands quick to massage your body wherever he left bruises. “Such a good girl.” He kisses your jaw, smiles against your neck. He chuckles and adds, “I bet that by this time next week, you'll have learned to take all of me inside that pretty little pussy, hm?”

You meet his gaze, blushing, your eyes growing wide. You nod, swallowing thickly. You're already thinking about what tonight's log is gonna be.

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🩸 .ꕁ⠀ׅAsa Emory (The Collector) NSFW Alphabet. (F!Reader) ! ! 🪲

A/N: Starting off spooky month kinda early because I need to write something, anything. My brain is buzzing with so many ideas. Anyways, starting it off with a NSFW alphabet for Asa Emory because hardly anyone gives my baby boy attention and because The Collector has been my favorite lately. If you want to do a request for spooky month, just drop me a request and I'd love to do it.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Depends on Asa's mood, sometimes he'll be very sweet, rubbing out your aches and pains, cleaning you up if he got too rough or came in you. If you were a brat or decided to be a smart ass, he'll lock you alone in a room for hours and not come and help you no matter how much you beg him.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Asa's has two favorite body parts of his, his eyes and his thighs. His eyes because they are honestly so mesmerizing how the fuck would you not like them? His thighs because in the second movie his thighs were MM. Asa likes them, so you can grind yourself against him until your staining his pants with your cum. They're nice, full of muscle. His favorite body part on you is ass, I can totally see him being an ass guy. Eating it out from behind, slapping your ass, cumming in it, really helps get rid of any pent up emotions he felt.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Cumming on your tummy, bonus points if you have some nice pudge to you so he can cum on your soft tummy. He'll run his cock up against your tummy when he gets too close, the swollen head weeping onto your soft skin until it spurts out across your skin. Asa seeing his cum on your body, face, dripping out of your cunt, it gets him so turned on.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Latex. Asa has often found himself imagining what it would be like to see your tits bouncing in a nice, latex outfit while fucking your brains out. He's a switch, when he's feeling submissive, he would so get down on his hands and knees to clean up your latex to make sure it's shiny for next use.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

My boy knows how to FUCK. Asa often would pick favorite victims in his past, finding differing positions, kinks, hell, even aphrodisiacs to get them so turned on they'd grind themselves on Asa's boots until they're a pretty, dripping mess. He's tried a little of everything, I mean, look at the movies, try and tell me Asa isn't a freak.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

This will be talked a little more on in the link section, but anything that is good for pet play. Normal doggy if Asa wants to be more basic, adding some spice if he pulls your hair back to spit into your face. Prone bone if he really wants to fuck you hard with your hands behind your back and his hand pushing your face I to the pillows. Asa would fuck you until your ass turned bright red from the force of his hips.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Depends on the moment. If it's more of just Asa drilling his cock into you, he gets mean, rough, snapping at you if you fuck something up. He's sadistic, serious when he's dominant.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Asa has neatly trimmed pubes that slowly trail up into a fading happy trail. It's a dark brown, almost black. When he's more busy setting up new traps or hunting down a new family, he'll let his pubes be a little more messy, letting them curl out.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Playing again on what I said earlier, depends. I feel like Asa has different sides to him. One night, it would be all you. Making sure you cum first and as many times you want. It's slow, gentle, his hands tangled with yours to stare into your eyes to see how your eyes flutter shut. He's possessive, wouldn't hurt a hair on your head when he's in this mood. That's most days. When Asa has had a rough day, expect the worst out of him.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

If Asa has you, he really has no need to masturbate. It's when he's pissed off at you or if you're not around is when he does. Sometimes if you've pissed him off enough, jerking off against your panties, rubbing his tip between the wet mess on the fabric until he cums is how he gets to you. Asa's thick tip would snag onto your entrance through your panties, rubbing against your swollen clit until your crying for more. He gets rough with himself, downright to sometimes he'd jerk himself raw with a pair of your underwear.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

There's quite a list for Asa's kinks. CNC, BDSM, roleplay, pet play, anal, rope play, somno, dacryphilia, overstimulation, sadism, masochism, latex, very strong degrading, spitting, slapping, pulling your hair, blood play, knife play, cuckolding, voyeurism, predator/prey, marking (cuts, bites, bruises, writing).

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

If you're in his home (seen at the end of the second movie if you didn't know), in the kitchen, right in front of the god damn window. Asa would make sure the curtains are wide open and a hand in your hair so you can meet your neighbors curious eyes when you're getting fucked so deliciously. If it's at his museum/hotel where he's got his victims, he has a few places. The camera room is one, letting you bounce on his cock as he watched the cameras. The actual exhibit room where Asa would pin you up against the glass off one of his "art pieces". The last place is sorta taboo, but right in front of his victim either when they are dead or dying and begging for help.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Teasing, either you teasing Asa or him teasing you. Being able to watch you bend over the kitchen counter of his home in a nightgown just to see you have no panties on. I feel like Asa would have a high libido, so as soon you two start making out, his cock is solid as a rock and grinding against you.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

I'm not sure if Asa would have many "no-no's". Maybe the more extreme shit he would immediately say no to, and of course anything that's not fully consensual between you two. He may be a psychopath but he at least takes boundaries seriously. If he's with you, you can also imagine him saying no to other women. He might like seeing you get fucked by another man before killing him, but he wouldn't put you through that unless you want him to.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

👏Eating. Ass.👏 Asa loves to eat ass, he's a munch, filthy. His favorite way to do it is you bent over a counter, bed, desk, anything and him eating you out from behind. His tongue would lap at you like he was starving to death, eventually slipping up into your cunt to suck up and of the fluids that was threatening to slip down his chin. Asa likes to give rather than receive, but on occasion, he likes his dick sucked. He gets handsy, grabbing handfuls of your tits, grabbing your hair. He'll hold you by the back of your neck like the scruff on a dog to hold you in place while he fucks your face.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Asa will fuck you like you're a bitch in heat. Hard, fast, drilling into your cervix so hard it makes your brain melt. That is his usual favorite. Asa will be gentle with you, especially if he's sore or if he just wants to see you're face when you moan.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Fucking loves them. As much Asa would love spending countless hours using you as a little fuck toy, quickies come in handy. He'll usually just bend you over any nearby object, pump into you until you're wailing like a pig before he goes out to a family or has some victims of his own.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Definitely, as I said before, Asa is into voyeurism. To be able to show that you're his to men that had been eyeing you for far too long. Hell, if he wouldn't get arrested, he'd fuck you on the hood of his van in the driveway and just let the neighbors pass on by. When you're being a brat, teasing you in public is the best form of punishment. To be able to feel that fear, to feel how you clench around him when you know someone is about to walk in on you two, it's like a drug.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

If Asa has had a long day, 1-3 rounds and they're usually nice and slow with small breaks between. On a slower day when Asa has too many pent up emotions, 3-5 and it'll feel like hours. Orgasm control is a favorite of his for you, he'll make sure to slowly pull out your orgasm for as long as he possibly can to go longer.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

Yes. Yes. Yes. Paddle, whips, flogs, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, anything really. He uses them mostly on you, but he does have his own cock rings and fuck dolls to use whenever you're not around.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Asa will endlessly tease you if you're being a little bitch. Toying with your clit until you're almost there before he pulls away, leaving you crying and overstimulated. If he's getting the paddles out, he'll pretend like he's about to slap your ass just to watch you flinch in anticipation.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Asa doesn't really get loud, most that comes out are grunts and growls of pleasure. Every now and then, if he's really getting into it, he'll get loud enough that his voice would go raw.

ㅤㅤㅤ࣭ㅤ۟ㅤ🪲 ㅤㅤ◌ㅤ

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Asa would do this as another tease, sticking a finger up your ass during doggy to feel you clench up around his cock if his cum isn't coming fast enough from exhaustion. Sometimes just the feeling of being able to feel himself fuck you through the thin layer of flesh between your holes really helped get him going.

ㅤㅤㅤ࣭ㅤ۟ㅤ🪲 ㅤㅤ◌ㅤ

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Asa is packing about 6-7 inches, he's a grower. He's uncircumcised, when getting hard, his tip would be hugged tightly in his foreskin until that red, swollen tip would pop out. He has a long vein right up the middle where his cock has a soft curve to it.

ㅤㅤㅤ࣭ㅤ۟ㅤ🪲 ㅤㅤ◌ㅤ

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

High, very high. Asa struggles with how often he gets turned on. If he's watching someone fucking when he's stalking a family, he immediately hardens and once he gets home to you after holding it in for hours, it's guaranteed that he will be fucking you in the same exact position he saw.

ㅤㅤㅤ࣭ㅤ۟ㅤ🪲 ㅤㅤ◌ㅤ

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Depends on exactly the "session". If it was hard and fast, Asa is right asleep with you on his chest. If not, then he'll hold you until you fall asleep to make sure you get plenty of rest for next time.

[vagabond-umlaut]

Sojourn In The Sun

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff; Angst; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoiler; Satoru & Reader Are So Cute, So Honest And So Kind-Of-Happy With Each Other Here– I Love Them!; Silly Jokes Are Their [& My] Coping Mechanism; Takes Place Between JJK 221 & 236.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"You. Baked. This. For. Me."

"No, Satoru. A stork flew in through ths kitchen window and dropped this bloody cake on that table."

"But don't they deliver babies or something? Plus, isn't that window a tad too tiny for such a big bird?"

"I guess, the stork must've dropped you on your head while delivering you to your parents, you know?"

A beat passes in response to your remark, before Satoru erupts into a fit of chortles and you shake your head with a huffed chuckle. Getting up from where you were hunched over the countertop, nibbling on an omelette and scrolling through your mobile, Satoru watches your face gleam in fondness in the late morning light, as you amble over to him.

Very messy hair. Ratty old clothes. Sleepy yet shiny eyes— His cheeks hurt from the sheer joy bubbling in his chest at this sight before him.

"Seriously, sweetness? Storks?" he asks, lifting his arm then dropping it to wrap round your shoulders as you reach him and snuggle into his side – only to catch hold of the hem of his huge sweater, and squeeze yourself into it, your tiny fingers clasping round his back as your head emerges at the top and you move to nuzzle into his neck, teeth biting cute little nips on the skin there.

If it was even two months back, Satoru reckons he would have been a hell lot stunned, seeing you give your affections so blatantly– that too at a place outside your shared bed, outside the darkness of the night.

But... It no longer is two months back. It is now. Not only in day, date, time. But also in the irreversibly mutated fashion the earth rotates on its axis everyday in the man's eyes. New experiences. New allies. New absences. New nightmares...— Everything's different from how it was before that chilly October night— Your husband deems it to be not an awful lot strange to see you too like this. The world is not the same as before; to survive, you too must change to adapt to the change, must you not?

Lips brushing your forehead once before dashing away, he asks in a soft yet humorous tone, "Too tired to give a reply, are we now, huh?"

"Not really," you hum, your words punctuated by a yawn you're quick to suppress; you resume, "I know only two birds which are said to be used in sending parcels and stuff. One, messenger pigeon– but they are too small to carry a cake like that. Two, stork– stories do say they were used to deliver babies – so I thought delivering a cake would be a piece of cake for them, heh!" You shoot him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners into lovely half-moons, "Pretty funny and punny, ain't I?"

"Of course, sweetness. You are all three," Satoru is quick to agree with a nod— happy wife = happy life; plus, it's not like he's lying to you— A shadow of confusion falls on your face— Deciding to deal with it later, for the sake of the question weighing on his mind at the moment, the man repeats his ask from earlier, "You really really baked this for me?"

You return a nod, hints of a smile lurking in the shape of your lips.

"But why?"

Whatever happiness might've beginning to bloom on your features, it withers away– Your husband smacks himself internally for employing such a tone: So weak, so much so that it makes you peer up at him in concern he has only ever seen on you after a particularly bad mission.

So weak, so that it makes him hope you don't think him to be any less than 'The Strongest'— any less than being capable of standing beside you, protecting you, being worthy of you.

A pair of chapped lips plant themselves on his cheek. "Just because I wanted to bake a cake for you, 'Toru!" you explain with a giggle, albeit its subdued quality doesn't go past his eye, as you move a bit away to press a swift kiss on his other cheek; fingers drawing lazy patterns on his scalp and massaging the roots of his hair.

"You've always done too much for me and everyone else– Thought of returning the favour once, although I doubt it can ever match yours... Also, haven't you always wanted to eat a cake baked by yours truly?"

He has.

He so, so has.

Ever since the day you baked some muffins for him in the microwave oven of the school kitchen– him, a grumbling mess thanks to his all-too-familiar migraine and those old geezers– you, another grumbling mess thanks to your all-too-familiar insomnia and those annoying AF exams—

Satoru never imagined he could taste a sweet dish made by you ever again in his life, for the past ten years or so— given how the morning after that night you declared you would never bake again: "uff, that is too fuckin' tiring and boring!" and how every next time he came with a migraine to your door, you pointedly ignored his whining for you to bake him something, choosing to grab the warm and cold compress instead and give him a massage, following the manuals kept in stack-over-stack on your table—

Even during his teenage years, then later as an adult, the sorcerer has always missed your baking, but seeing you care for him in ways much too characteristically 'you'... he decided to pay no mind to such dumb wishes, he knows you'll never fulfill in this lifetime.

Except now you've fulfilled them and your husband doesn't know any response fitting enough to thank your efforts and thoughts through.

Throwing the cake a sideways glance, he brings his focus back to you gazing at him, to the eagerness reflecting in your irises. His lips tilt up into a smile, obeying a mind of their own.

"Blue velvet cake with white frosting... you sure do know how to make me happy, don't you, sweetness?" he muses out loud, carefully noting the warmth creeping up your neck into your cheeks and ears, "But, so much for a thanks... there must be another reason behind this, right?"

Feeling the tiny burst of air hitting him from your quiet exhale, Satoru lets you maneuver him towards the kitchen until he's leaning with his back against the marble island and you're nestling even closer to him.

A palm glides cautiously over the planes of his back.

Almost as if the man in front of you is a glass figurine–

Almost as if you're fine with him being a glass figurine.

So easy to read.

So easy to hurt.

So easy to care for with the gentlest of touches and softest of smiles, the look in your eyes tells every one of his six eyes– the innumerable chips and cracks in his very essence be damned—

You poke his cheek, a knowing twitch in your lips.

"You rarely ever cuddled me in bed before, yet now, every single night and day, I find you squeezing me with those arms and legs of yours..." Satoru's eyes widen. Your lips part in a fondly teasing grin. "Think why – really why– you hug me for warmth and don't hog the blankets; and you'll have your answer, 'Toru."

Birds shriek outside. Your mobile beeps thrice. Your omelette goes as frozen as poor Uranus on the countertop beside.

For the second time this cold day, the two of you break into laughter.

"And you'll have your answer, 'Toru!?!?" Satoru mimics you except in a soprano-esque shrill voice. "Who the fuck do you think we are, huh? A pair of lovers in some Shakespeare-y play, baring our feelings to each other in the soft glow of the winter sun, or some stupid shit like that?"

Another chuckle breaks free from your chest at his words; the grin on his face widening, he watches you take a long breath then say, "Nope nope nope! The both of us are way too uncivilised to play any role like in Shakespeare's plays — but Satoru~" you drawl your vowels out; his heart beats a little faster in his chest– "I can never be as unrefined as you, going as far as to keep your wife waiting, while you ask question after question– and not eat the cake and praise it, like a good spouse should, you know?"

"Oh, is it so?" The man inquires, brow raised, before warping with you in his arms to where the cake's kept, and cutting a big chunk with the knife kept, gobbles it all up in one go.

The tilt of your lips betrays the disapproving click your tongue makes.

A very content hum escapes Satoru. "Your baking's something out of this world–no, galaxy, sweetness. I hope you know–"

He stills, focus stolen by the letters and number a bit far on the table–

Satoru's gaze snaps back to you, only to find the same smile on your face– so simple, so devious– complicated and thwarted by the small expressive tremor of your lips; your gaze moving away from him to a calendar on your left and his right, the very same which stopped him—

Grasping your chin in his frosting-covered fingers, he drags your gaze back to himself, tutting, "You aren't any better than me, wifey. You too lack the same manners and etiquettes I do— So, now— c'mon, c'mon, c'mon–" he says, not unlike a broken record, playing the same section of music until he makes you cave in from the annoyance alone, "Wish your darling husband 'Happy Birthday 'Toru!!', give him a big birthday smooch, and be the courteous wife, you aren't really, but think you're— Now, go ahead, go ahead, go–"

"No."

"No?" Satoru echoes, holding back a weary chuckle. Or sigh. The man doesn't know which. You nod with that same stubborn determination of yours, he has happened to love-hate-tolerate over the years. "Yeah. No. I don't wanna. Wishing you can only solidify the fact that today is December 7th–"

"I think, the clock striking twelve few hours back solidified it–"

"Which will go on to cement the fact we're only 17 days away–"

"I don't think the fact needs any cementing. It's cast in stone–"

"Is there no way we can be happy, Satoru?"

Your question startles him into a momentary stun – not 'cause of the solemnity packed into every word of it – but because it serves as the mirror image to the question them cursed voices in his brain ask him in the warmth of the day, in the chill of the night, when he finds Yuuji sitting by himself with no spiky black hair nor bright orange hair next to him; when he catches the ashtray on Shoko's table filled with way too many cigarette stubs; when he wakes up to see you sitting in the dimly lit storeroom, a faded photograph or a childish drawing in your hand; when he looks at the mirror and finds the reason behind every pain his cherished ones have suffered, staring right back at him—

"There is," Satoru says, willing his mind to shut up for once, to let him say what he wants to say for once– the clock is ticking a bit too fast–

"Don't think of today as anything more than that it's December 7. Not how many days it's been since Halloween. Not how many days it'll be before it's Christmas Eve. Just focus on the fact it's my birthday, and everything will seem a hell lot better, even if it's only for a short time."

You peer at him attentively, before narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never took you as the kind to ignore reality, y'know?"

Your husband cracks an amused grin. "Still, standing in the middle of a warzone and actively ignoring it is cooler than running away from it, isn't it?"

"Cooler and dumber," you correct with a teasing grin and a waggle of your finger– however, before he can gather any retort to your remark, he finds himself being pulled down by his collar, his lips colliding with your waiting ones— the ensuing kiss a little sweet, a little spicy, a little shy, a little hungry; but overall, very, very addicting. Satoru thinks you can never give him kisses enough to satiate him, even for a tiny while.

He is always going to stay this ravenous, this yearning for you. In this lifetime and every other that follows. He can't ever get enough of you.

A tiny pop! reverberates in the bubble round you two, as your mouth gently separates from his, though never strays anywhere far, resting only few millimetres away. Eyes drifting to his swollen lips for a beat, Satoru watches you look at him again, cheeks heated and stretched in a smile.

"Happy birthday, Satoru," you whisper, "Many, many happy returns of the day."

"Thanks," the man mumbles, running a careful thumb back-and-forth over your bottom lip– before something clicks to life in his mind. Your husband registers a slow smirk form on his face. "But I guess it'll be a happier birthday if ya promise to bake me a cake every now and then. What do you think, sweetness?"

"Nah!" your reply arrives, as if it's a reflex response and not one which requires some thinking, "Baking's too fuckin' tiring and boring– But..." you trail off for a beat, the nonchalance on your face morphing into a tenderness– You resume, "Why don't you try and find out by yourself if I will ever decide to bake a cake for you, every now and then, yeah?"

The weight of your words lingers in the gap in between for a second.

Accepting the weight with an eager grin, Satoru closes the gap, him inclining forwards to rest his forehead on yours.

"Sounds like a challenge, sweetness. Good thing, I'm more than ready to try my best to meet it."

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Masterlist

[miasudare]

Trailer break-down + Tiny Theories?

So, yes another trailer/teaser has been dropped -> This

So let's go over the check list first (I'm sorry if it's messy, it's really late at night for me)

These are the 5 follower forms: Check!

Meerkat, Skunk, Panda, Echidna and Camel(?)

2 outfits for BOTH the lamb and the followers: Check!

Lamb's being the cowboy clothes and this wheat one

Said outfits on followers + from comics with the backside

5 New decors: Check!

Bamboo walls, Chinese lights, Trees, Pagodas and Flower pots

2 unique quests being ''Jalala's Followers'' and something that isn't mentioned yet (or I've missed). But I think it might be about one of the npcs. Check?

Now, about pilgrim story:

This is what our Meerkat friend sees during their flasback moment, which is also the same things our Lamb sees when Clauneck shows them Narinder's card (you can even see both). Somehow, they get to see what Lamb saw. Maybe it's some sort of an astral thing. There's not much I can add, both because we have limited information and my main theories are based around the game itself.

Chemach

For a moment if you pay attention, you can see little Chemach, clearly way younger and without her crown/s. We probably will learn what caused her madness and her state of mind, how did she got a crown, how she killed other bearers and basically all about the feather family. From what I could read, it says ''WHY NOT CHEMACH!'' in the dialogue bubble. And she has legs.

The fucking adition

We have never seen this monster before. It does remind of the massive monster, it's clear that this creature is a spawn from the deepest rings of hell. Or maybe it's a new species of divines being added considering that one has fur and the game doesn't have demons but has angels (???'s babies and the enemy)

This new addition might gave us a new adventure route in the new update, other than purgatory and realms of the bishops. Maybe a realm for sins completely?

Not that divine

Let's play spot the difference! similarities!

Notice how the white part we thought of their face is just a mask? And the similarity between the 1st and 2nd skull?

Edit: So, the skull does has the name "god_skull" in the files. But I still like to think that guardians are related to the skull.

In my Story theory, which I find absolutely canon, I talked about Aym and Baal being demi-gods. Their fighting is literally same with ''Guardian'' (Baal's three hit melee combo and Aym's fireballs) Which technically means that Guardians ARE part of demi-gods. Sorta?

Even their idles are same!

And just like I said before, Aym and Baal ARE guardians.

Aym: Guardian/Protector of hell

Baal: Guardian/Protector of heaven

But there is something that takes my attention. Look at guardian's and Baal's weapons. Both are Sun. And, Baal's HP is higher than Aym's. So, does that mean that Aym hasn't fully reached godhood? His scar does match with the Guard's but I doubt it means anything.

Back to the subject, that the theory for Spore Grotto's skull being a God's might be wrong. It may be demi-god's too.

Check my other theories here!

Theory Master post

[frankoceanluvrr]

𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐂 — 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : peter parker x fem!reader. angst!

summary : Peter and [Name] are in a relationship. [Name] is trying her hardest to be a “relaxed” and “chill” girlfriend. She bottles up her feelings which result in a heated conversation.

warnings : based off of the song “Idfc” by blackbear. I do NOT own the song, nor the character spiderman. arguing, swearing, topics of cheating are included in this! also english isn’t my first language, so please correct me if need be (eg spelling and grammatical errors). this is kinda long as well

a/n : WE HIT 30 FOLLOWERSSS!!!!!! TYSM !!!! Also the gif has nothing to do with the story lol I just like it

He missed it. Maybe he’s busy? He’s always busy. He promised he’d come though, surely that means something? It was your one year anniversary of becoming a couple, and you both decided to go to the same restaurant where he first confessed to you. You sat there, like a fool, all dressed up for nothing. You had been there about three hours and it had just hit midnight. Practically everyone in the restaurant had given you the same pitiful look as they both entered and eventually left. You took a deep breath and apologised to the staff for being there so long. Embarrassed, you began to walk back home.

Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. You fell into your bed, hopelessly scrolling on your phone as if it could distract you from the humiliation. He hadn’t even sent a text. Your night was about to become worse when you heard a desperate knock on your window. It was Peter. You could only roll your eyes as he looked at you, cheeks flushed. He had the distinct smell of alcohol as he got a bit closer to you, almost attempting to read your emotions.

“[Name]—”

“Do you love me?” You cut him off, tears already starting to prick your eyes.

“What? Of course I do.” He defended himself.

“Tell me that you love me.”

“It’s not fake, [Name]. I do love you.” He muttered, maintaining eye contact as if he was trying to look sober.

“You’ve been out all night.” You sighed, “do you have any idea about what you missed?”

“I was out because of ‘spiderman-ly’ duties.” He slurred, obviously lying.

“You smell of alcohol Peter. I’m not dumb, you come in here, slurring all your words, you’re not making any sense,” You started, “but you know what, I don’t fucking care like always. That’s how you want me to be like, right?”

“I have so many feelings for you, [Name],” He sighed, “it’s not intentional baby, I’m practically a fool for you.”

“You’re the fool?” You scoffed, “you were three hours late doing God knows what. It was humiliating, and you know what I haven’t heard? A fucking apology.”

“I love you, you’re too good for me. I’m so sorry baby for missing our,” he paused, then quickly added, “dinner?”

You could only stare at him in disbelief, and yet the more you stared the more evidence you discovered. The subtle lipstick stains on his neck, how his hair was all messy, how his shirt was messily thrown on.

You felt a lump in your throat, “you’re cheating on me?”

His eyes widened slightly, gaze softening, “What?”

“You’re cheating on me.” You said, more confirming it to yourself than him.

“It was only twice, [Name]. And if anything it only made me love you more.”

“Twice?” You were in genuine disbelief about the audacity of this man, “Get out, now.”

“You’re breaking up with me?” His gaze hardened.

“Leave.”

“Fine, fuck you [Name].”

He left, slamming the door. He was so obviously drunk, and wasn’t thinking right, but his words pierced your heart like a knife.

[jellipuff]

Goddd big sub mingyu in a pretty pink gown. Imagine him calling you daddy and probably agreeing on a day when you can free use him whenever you want and just fuck him full of your cum until he's all dumb and begging to get filled and be pregnant 😭

…

…

ANON?! Omgg shut upppp because why are you in my head??

Oversharing moment here but i like to be called many things but something about ME being called daddy makes me feel like i'm glitching. Add that to this scenario you gave me and i will DIE.

I love that you love big sub!mingyu in a pretty pink gown because he’s such a lovely prince that he loves it even more! :(( cutie mingyu has the prettiest gowns and daintiest lingerie because he’s your baby whose only job around you is to be happy and fucked full until the mess leaking beneath you both is too much. He’s such an angel knowing just how much Daddy needs him, knows how much you love using him. 

He knows you miss him so much and he misses you even more! it’s not fair that your job keeps you from him when he craves you this intensely. Even if his hole is still puffy from where he begged and pleaded last night for more. More strength, more kisses, more cum, more of Daddy! :< 

Mingyu thinks the people at your job need a reason to let you come home earlier, a reason to give you more days off, and mingyu knows one he can give them. 

so when you step in the door late one night a bit tired yet overjoyed at finally being home, you are surprised that your night is full of mingyu in your favorite pink nightgown of his as he begs for you to knock him. Pushing his hips back as your hands grip them harder; telling you how good it feels. He can't help but keep whining about how messy Daddy’s cum is but not once does he stop asking for it. Even as you pull out, leaving him empty he think it’s the fullest he’s ever been. Panting heavily as drool escapes his mouth; he gazes at you through lidded eyes before smiling. “Hole is s’messy Daddy, thank you.” 

Mingyu knows he won’t get pregnant but with the way you still look so hungry for him despite filling him up multiple times, he also knows you’re going to call in sick tomorrow. So he’ll take his win and maybe if he wakes you up in the morning with his hole and lashes fluttering, you’ll give him another round of whatever he wants, whenever you want. 

( btw i’m sorry for answering this so late!! I saw your ask a bit ago but wasn’t feeling motivated to write and was having a bit of anxiety around writing. I do want to say thank you so so much for sending an ask because I love gushing about things and talking to you all. I also wrote a whole fic around this ask soooo that’ll be out soon hehe! I just need to figure out how to post on here without getting got by the labels (╥_╥). )

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Get To Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

Tagged by @ink-flavored (here) to do this event created by @davycoquette (question template here)! Thanks to both of you.

To anyone seeing this, consider yourself tagged in addition to @sunset-a-story @touloserlautrec @sarahlizziewrites @k--havok @thatndginger @oliolioxenfreewrites @the-scaredy-crow @words-after-midnight @space-writes @vacantgodling @jezifster @ghostpoetics @lacependragon @xenascribbles @afoolandathief @drawnecromancy @the-ace-of-wrath

[ID: A thin border divider showing a sliver of a golden sky streaked by rain clouds above a dark blue sea.]

ON THE TUMBLR WRITING COMMUNITY

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr?

Since, like, 2020? Somewhere thereabouts.

What led you to create it?

Wanting to connect with writers/readers outside of Ao3 (it's just not set up for conversations outside of comment threads). And wanting to raise my characters up like baby Simba at the start of The Lion King for more of the Internet to behold.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

It's about the connection. 🤌 Plenty of writing communities, both on and offline, focus on critique or getting something published. Which can be great, if it's what you're after. But I think having others who genuinely cheer you on and let you ramble is just as important to helping writers through the often messy process of creating.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I can be a bit shy or slow to interact, but once I'm invited in I'll haunt follow your blog or writing even if I'm not constantly saying anything.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

People talking about what they love, in published work and with writeblr stuff. A lot of the time I read or watch something because of the way others talk about it. That includes your own writing!

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today?

Be patient, manage your expectations, and focus on having some fun. There's no algorithm here and even less clout. Writers can and do build audiences on Tumblr, but it's uniquely suited to allow us to experiment and be weird too.

WIP IT GOOD

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I'm rewriting Apophenia, a novel about a supernatural researcher enduring the worst assignment of his life. A lot of my other projects are set in the same world.

How long have you been working on them?

Over five years now, I think! I'm slow.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

The Chocolate Box event on Ao3! The prompt was for a human captured by a vampire, but I wound up creating an entire world and series. Oops.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

If I'm not thinking about these characters it's only because I'm dead.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Gay vampire trash.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

I write about characters who struggle towards community, compassion, and being better people despite a) their flaws, and b) the world burning down around them. I hope that it gives me the courage to continue doing the same.

LET’S ROTATE BLORBOS

Name any characters you created.

I'll direct you to some mood boards/intros even: Isaac Soto Márquez, Renato Faria Dimas, Dorian St-Ange, Kinslayer, Elfy Bosques-Rodriguez, Ankaris the Memory Salesman, Fior the Master Transcriber, Vess the Collector. And here's a comic sans presentation for Apophenia.

Who’s the most unhinged?

Outwardly? Any of my necromancers. They come in a wide variety of styles, from Motley sewing patches of skin onto itself, to Acacius of Antioch who drapes his bejeweled and gilded bones in black veils. Each also has an, um, unique view of (un)life, the body, and ethics. Views which could come across as unhinged.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

At this point Isaac Soto, the protagonist of Apophenia. We do share a few similarities, but mostly I've just been writing him for years now.

Do you ever cringe at them?

At my characters or their antics? I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

They do frequently just spring ideas and actions on me, but I have the ultimate say in what makes it onto the page. Same with having the power/responsibility of changing something I realize isn't working, is insensitive, etc.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters?

Always and forever, yes. 💜 Send me asks, comment in the tags or on Ao3, shriek in reblogs, replies, or a dm. It doesn't matter how--I love whenever someone is curious or interested enough to ask something about my fictional creations.

ON WRITEBLR ENGAGEMENT

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account?

Sometimes it's based on vibes, sometimes I really like the sound of their stories. I appreciate a sense of whimsy and/or humor especially. And someone who likes spooky as well as fantasy stuff.

What makes you decide against following?

Two things: A) Their intro already has, like, 80+ notes (though the vibe/story will override this), and B) lots of posts hating on things/trends/people. I don't mean venting or sometimes ranting, which is everyone's right. I mean someone's whole brand is ridicule or just immediately seeing the bad in everything. Which is still their right. It's also mine to avoid it, and I think this is mutually beneficial. Thankfully, though, this experience has been very rare for me on writeblr.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I try to. I'll reblog, read, comment, take an open tag, whatever when I have the energy. I mean, how else do writers get readers? It takes people who might not know you personally talking about your work a lot of the time.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

I am absorbing the essence of your blorbos as we speak, making them an eternal part of me.

[yawntutsyip]

Rotxo x Ao’nung’s Twin Sister

Warnings: Not proof read, super messy,

AN: This was just something a came up for a story but I’m too lazy to write it out 🤭❤️ also Rotxo has been on my mind 😦 feeling like giggling and kicking my feet he’s so precious

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You always hung out with Ao’nung and Rotxo with their friends.

Rotxo always thought you were pretty and would blush every time he saw you

He also tends to talk about you or bring you up because your always on his mind

“Oh look at these shell I found at the bottom, aren’t these (Y/N)’s favorite?

“This fruit is delicious, do you think (Y/N) would like some?”

Ao’nung was not oblivious, he saw right through Rotxo, knowing he had a thing for his sister.

Ao’nung at first didn’t like it because ew gross my sister? and she’s so annoying how could you like her? There’s better girls

Plus there was the hidden protective brother in him that he hides

But he knows Rotxo would treat you well, he trust Rotxo as that is his best friend

One day he was sitting down with Rotxo as they were sharpening spears and decided this would be a good time to bring it up

“Rotxo…do you like my sister?”

Rotxo was shocked, had he been that obvious? Did you know?!? Was Ao’nung gonna be mad?

Rotxo searched Ao’nung’s face for any frown or a hint of anger but there was nothing but a calm look

Finally mustering up the courage he told Ao’nung yes,

“I like (Y/N)…she is the most beautiful Metkayina girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Since day once of meeting you guys I feel in love with her and all her little quirks she has. (He went on more to talk about you)

Ao’nung was like Rotxo shut up that’s gross I don’t want to hear you talk about my sister like that.

Ao’nung also was like, since your my bro and I’m also tired of having my sister moan and groan about being lonely I’ll help you ig 😒

They came up with a plan together, they set up a whole thing with flower petals and cut fruit and candles and shit (it was cute)

Ao’nung is gonna distract his parents while he has Tsireya sneak you out to go meet Rotxo

Rotxo will be waiting and confess is undying love

THEN BAM KISS KISS MUAH YOUR TOGETHER

Yeah, so that’s how they thought is was gonna go..

When Ao’nung was trying to distract his parents Tsireya had already been passed out 💀 she was tired so then he switched up and was like

Actually you know how responsible (Y/N) is? Like you should have her to take a walk, ACTUALLY I WILL take my lovely sister on a walk let us have some bonding time yeah?

They were like “bond here. Wtf? It’s late”

Yeah this wasn’t working.

Rotxo has been sitting there holding the flowers he had picked for you in hand.

“where the heck are they? I’ve been here for 20 mins now… Oh no!? Did (Y/N) not want to come and meet me?”

POOR BABY

Your parents were fed up with Ao’nungs ranting about random shit tryna come up with a good reason as to why you need to go out this late so they were like boy if you don’t stfu and tell us that trouble your tryna get up into

At this point Ao’nung was fed up too because he was like DAMN CAN WE JUST LEAVE? THERES SOMETHING IMPORTANT ABOUT TO HAPPEN

But they were all interrupted by Rotxo coming in with a sad pout “BEFORE ANY WORDS ARE SPOKEN I MUST TALK!”

“(Y/N) I can’t hide my feelings forver from you, you mean the world to me and I don’t want our friendship to be ruined. I’m sorry that I love you but please if you would like we can forget about all this and continue being friends.” He was talking his heart out.

Your whole family just stood there shocked.

You were blushing like crazy and go up to hug Rotxo, you also had a crush on him

Yea the whole “my brothers best friend” troupe

“Rotxo what are you talking about I didn’t say anything yet, I like you too!”

He was like “what really?!”

Ao’nung was mad cuz they literally had to come up with a whole ass plan only for y’all to just be like “yo I like you” “I like you to”

ANWAYS he was just happy y’all were together now

But he was still disgusted

Also your parents approved of it because they knew how much of a good boy Rotxo is

The end