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ghostboy-art · 7 months ago
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Someone in my life said some stuff, and I've been feeling insecure about my art ever since then. so, i just wanted a bit of input. I'm casually dying over here
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soupacool · 9 months ago
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psssst look under the cut
surprise I actually screen printed this poster
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sorry I only have the one process pic but it was finals when I made this so I was in a rush
14x17, 5 color screen print- one for each type of skill + black. getting the layering and registration just right was a bitch and a half but I love how it came out <333
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sjneater · 5 months ago
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✧˖°.— EXTRA CREDIT.
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⟡ pairing: dr ratio x fem!reader ⟡ cw: NSFW, spanking, dom!ratio, cockwarming, anal sex, desk sex, size kink, cream pie ⟡ word count: 2.3k ⟡ an: this fic really got away from me, i love him so much guess who my fave hsr character is really hard challenge LMAO i hope you enjoy and reblogs are appreciated as always!!!!!! à«źê’°àŸ€àœČ∩Ž ᔕ `âˆ©ê’±àŸ€àœČა
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“Wrong again.”
A resounding smack bounces off the walls of the room as he brings his hand down onto your ass sending vibrations through your skin.
“I thought you paid attention to my lecture yesterday?” he whispers into your ear before nibbling at the skin of your neck.
“I did! I did! ah- I just forgot-!” he cuts off your rambling with another harsh smack on your ass, your flesh hot and throbbing. You find yourself pushing back against his hand subconsciously asking him for more.
“Tut-tut now that just won’t do
” He coos condescending into your ear, his breath causing you to shiver. “You know how I despise idiocy hmm?”
As he speaks you hear the faint but unmistakable sound of clothes rustling causing you to crane your head to take a look.
“Eyes forward” he growls out as he roughly takes your chin and forces you to look at the pages of work in-front of you. You try your best to focus your eyes through bleary and unshed tears, the words and numbers jumbling and scrambling into one big mess of black ink.
“Veritas I can’t-“
“If you’re going to sit there and just complain at least make yourself useful” he breathes into your skin, his tone laced with desire as he roughly shoves his fingers into your mouth and tells you to suck.
You obey immediately to tired and pent-up to have the back and forth spat that usually occurs between the two of you.
You begin to lightly suck on his fingers tracing the ridges and marks on his skin formed by hours of research and working away into the small hours of the night.
“Look at you
 So beautiful when you're not giving me attitude” he almost growls at you as he rips his fingers from your mouth, the gasp that follows is quickly swallowed by him smashing his lips against yours. Your moans are muffled against his mouth as he slides his fingers, cold and wet from your salvia, down your sides goosebumps forming in his wake.
“You want this?” he whispers into the skin of your neck fingers tracing shapes into your sides, you internally swoon at the question; always putting your comfort above all else.
“Please Veritas I need you”. He places his lips on top of yours as he pulls you onto his lap; you squeak as you feel his hardened bulge beneath you. His lips continue moving against yours devouring every sound you make, his skilled tongue and mouth distract you from his wandering hands travelling across your thighs.
The tip of his finger delicately traces the tightness of your hole spreading the wetness across your skin, you hadn’t realised it had been quite so long since he touched you- you felt your muscle twitch in response to his touches, the slow and agonising press of his digits inside you cause you to shift on top of his lap.
“Veritas- please
” you gasp at the feeling of being filled with him, “ah- another please”.
Surprisingly he did as he was told, inserting his digits into you in a swift glide your tight hole beginning to stretch around the intrusion. Your mind dizzy with pleasure, you unconsciously press back against him the movement causing his fingers to change angle and rub against that spot that causes stars to dance across your vision.
“That good?” You can feel the curve of his smirk pressed against your cheek.
Smug bastard.
“Shut up!” You grit out as he rubs against that spot again “Veritas I want more
 please”.
As soon as the words have left your lips he wraps his fingers around your neck and shoves you back towards the desk, your arms bracing you against the wood.
“So demanding” he drags out in faux disappointment. “I shouldn’t keep you waiting then.”
You release a shaky breath as you feel the slow press of his cock against your rim, the pressure building and building until you gasp out at the feeling of his blunt head breaching you.
You both stay still for a moment the sounds of heavy breathing and panting fill the room, the heat of his body on top of yours, the thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin, it feels like time slows down to a snails pace.
You realise he isn’t moving.
“Veritas..?” You ask apprehensively “Is something the matter-!” He cuts you off by grabbing the scruff of your neck and focusing your attention back on the test sheet in-front of you.
Oh.
“You didn’t think I’d forget did you my love?” His voice sounding far too smug you decide. “You asked for help so let me give you some guidance”, he punctuates his words with a harsh roll of his hips. “Answer these questions and i will grant you your reward my love”.
With a pit in your stomach and unshed tears hanging from your eyelashes you return your attention to the paper in-front of you, the question is barely readable but you push through your lust-ridden haze and you pick up your long forgotten pencil and begin scribbling.
“Like this?” You question him with nervousness lacing your tone as you write down your answer onto the paper.
He peers over your shoulder to look at the question at hand and after a sound of a agreement he begins to lavish the skin of your neck with bites and harsh kisses.
“Very good my dear, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He questions condescendingly, his hands travel to your waist gripping the flesh there and pulling backwards onto his cock, he starts an agonisingly slow pace allowing you to feel every inch of him inside you.
“Veritas
 faster please ah-!”
He instantly stills inside you as he takes your chin in between his thumb finger almost inspecting you, you feel an involuntary shiver race up your spine from being scrutinised under this scholars watchful eye.
“You want faster? But you haven’t done what I asked have you? You still have one question left
” He trails off in that annoyingly smug voice. You are almost brought to tears at his words but you decide to play along with his game to get what you want.
Painstakingly slowly, you pick up your pencil again returning what’s left of your rational thinking to the question at hand. The black symbols and shapes of the question swirl incoherently in your mind frustration racking through your body.
“Don’t play the fool. Think.” the deep timbre of his voice tickles the skin of your ears; he takes the pencil from your hand and scribbles down lines of numbers and symbols around the question. “Understand now?”
You glance back at the question trying your best to re-centre your thinking with his added notes now in the forefront of your mind, you pick up the pencil again and as you do so the previous equations are noticeably easier thanks to his help, you somehow manage to compose yourself long enough to write down your answers spurred on by Veritas lavishing the skin of your neck in a myriad of marks and bites.
Minutes feel like hours as Veritas drags out this torture, his fingers teasing the inside skin of your thighs and continuing to litter kisses and marks on any patch of your skin his lips can reach. Your mind fogs with lust but you are fuelled by your burning determination to prove to him you can do this, through your shaking limbs you force your eyes to focus on the equations in-front of you and almost like you were possessed by an aeon themselves you work your way through the question.
“There! I did it!” A bolt of satisfaction courses throughout your body and you crane your head around expecting to see surprise etched into Vertias’ unfairly handsome features, but what awaits you is a face clouded in lust his red eyes long gone dim, eyebrows set in concentration.
“Veritas?-“ He silences your words by devouring your lips with his own; he twists you against the desk, the wooden edge digging into your sides leaving a stinging pleasure in their wake. That’s when it hits you, the fact that you have been sat upon his cock for the better part of fifteen minutes subconsciously cockwarming him; a devious idea forms in your head as you clench around the length still buried in your heat and the reaction you get is divine.
A guttural moan is punched out of his lips, loud and with a slight whine at the end unfairly pretty you think with a pout. “What do you think you’re doing?” He tries to recover swiftly which is quickly ruined by you clenching around him again.
“Veritas please I need you
 aah!” You let out a sharp gasp as he harshly thrusts his into you; your walls fluttering around his length and the force of his thrusts send the desk scraping across the floor.
“You did so well for me.” He breathes into your hairline still slowing grinding into your heat. You feverishly nod into his neck, tears still clinging to your eyelashes as you dig your fingers into the skin of his back no doubt leaving marks in their wake.
“Veritas” you whine as you shift your hips against him searching for that perfect angle.
He gets the hint and pushes your work off the desk, pencils and pens making a clattering sound on the floor. You have little time to protest about the work you just slaved over being unceremoniously thrown to the floor and he picks you up and slams you on top of the desk.
“Veritas hurry up fuck-!” without so much as a warning he slams his cock back into your still loose from your activities prior, his head sags and borrows itself into your neck as he sharply picks up rhythm.
Every thrust causes pathetic cries and mewls to be punched out from your lungs, you’re sure the other scholars in the building can hear you now but you can’t find the brain space to care.
“Fuck, you always feel so damn good for me.” He lets out a ragged curse into your ear, still driving his cock into the deepest parts of you, the indents of your nails on his back have more than definitely left crescent-shaped marks on his skin from how hard you are gripping onto him and you discover that some possessive part of you likes that idea. Spurred on by this revelation your mind demands to have him closer closer. You begin to roll your hips in time with his harsh thrusts, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock while locking your ankles around him to force him even deeper inside you.
Veritas’ watchful gaze seems to pickup on your desire to be closer to him, as he moves his head from its resting place on your neck and takes in the sight of you, splayed out and disheveled on the desk. He turns his attention to where you are connected, his length almost fully disappearing inside you.
“Look at how well you take me
 You made for this weren’t you, to be my little cocksleeve?” He spits out at you, his voice taking on a noticeably ragged tone. He languidly trails his fingers across your chest and down towards your stomach before he pushes down on stomach, “You feel me here don’t you?”
You don’t even think of trying to muffle the lewd moan that escapes your lips at his words, you risk a glance downwards finding yourself being unable to stop your eyes from staring at the place where the two of you are connected together; the base of his cock glistening with your slick.
Veritas grasps your hands in his and runs them across your stomach, you let out a soft gasp as he forces you to feel how deep he is inside of you, the tip of his cock creating a soft bump in your stomach. “Oh god- Veritas please! I wanna cum, please please please-!”
He cuts off your mindless babbling as he slowly, torturously, grinds into you as your hiccuping moans support his rhythmic thrusts in and out of your cunt; the pleasure he gives you is all encompassing and overwhelming, a tingling sensation from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, you feel the urge to hide your face from the clinical assessment of his gaze, your arms covering your face and muffling the long string of moans falling out of your mouth at every thrust.
“None of that,” he grunts as he removes your arms from your face and replacing them with his lips. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me
” with an almost inhuman pace he continues fucking into you each thrust sending the desk slamming against the wall.
“Veri- Veritas please! I’m gonna-!” You throw your head back giving him access to the skin of your neck and he leaps at the opportunity to recover you in marks and bruises.
“Go ahead, show me how good I make you feel.” He grunts out, the timbre of his voice tickling the skin of your ears. He takes your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head as his other hand grips your chin and forces you to look downwards.
“Look at how well I’m fucking you.”
The dam within you breaks at his words, the intensity of your orgasm punching the air out of your lungs as you tighten around him milking his cock for all it’s worth. You feel him reach his peak as he spills inside of you panting like a wounded animal before dropping his head into your neck.
You huff a laugh and use your remaining energy to comb through his hair ‘probably the only time he’d let me do this’ you muse to yourself, eventually Veritas comes back to himself and props his head up on your chest staring at you with the same intensity from earlier.
“So, size kink? Dually noted.” He drawls into the skin of your shoulder.
“Agh-!, Clean me up asshole!” You gasp as Veritas’ low chuckle reaches your ears.
For some reason you wouldn’t mind needing tutoring again.
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littlexdeaths · 7 months ago
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precious - e.m.
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y2k eddie munson x girly reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, eddie is a menace
 but a cute one.
opposites attract masterlist
word count: 1k
a/n: another repost from my opposites attract series. i missed our feral, goblin boyfriend. so i hope you all enjoy xx.
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He’s been in between your thighs for the better part of an hour, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers now long forgotten in the background.
You had gotten Eddie the box set earlier that day as a surprise gift. So of course, your boyfriend wanted to spend the whole day having a movie marathon. And you were more than happy to oblige.
But the only problem was you.
You in your short pleated skirt and pink top that seemed to leave very little to the imagination. You were driving him absolutely crazy, despite not meaning to.
The brunette somehow managed to make it through the first film without caving. But each time you shifted positions, your cotton candy perfume would engulf his senses completely. Reminding him how sweet you were, and just how bad he’d missed tasting you.
So could you blame him for being too distracted to appreciate the gift?
After popping the second film in the dvd player, you joined him back on the sofa. The darkness of the room concealing the boner he’s been struggling with for the past three hours.
So when his hand started drifting up your bare thigh, you didn’t think anything of it. That is until his fingers began tracing the outline of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin.
His head dips, lips grazing against the shell of your ear.
“We wants it, we needs it
”
Eddie’s voice had dropped an octave, gravely as he did his best impression of the creepy, crawly creature from the film.
You lightly smack his shoulder as he starts laughing, the sound filling the small room. But once he sees the look on your face he settles, nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck.
“Alright, alright I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me try that again,” he hums as his lips trail further down to your collarbone, nipping lightly at your skin.
A small gasp leaves you as he begins sucking, tingles shooting straight to your core.
“Wanna taste you, doll
 can I?” He asks, his voice just as deep as before— but the silliness of the previous moment is gone.
Only desperation laces his tone as his fingers slip underneath your panties. The male groans at the wetness he finds, the sound leaving you a little breathless.
“Please,” you whine, lips jutting out in a small pout.
That’s the only answer he needs before he’s detaching himself from you. Grinning mischievously as he slides off the sofa, working himself between your thighs. Your panties are removed almost haphazardly, making you giggle at his eagerness.
Eddie quickly tosses your legs over his shoulders, diving in immediately. Despite how eager he seemed, he slowly dragged his tongue through your soaked folds. Your boyfriend wanted to take his time, to savor each and every drop you were giving him.
Flash forward to almost an hour later, your fingers are tangled in his dark curls as he continues to lap at your overly sensitive cunt. Eddie was being a tease, getting you closer and closer to the edge before slowing down again.
It was his turn to drive you absolutely crazy. While simultaneously turning you into a needy mess under his skillful tongue. He suddenly pulls back for a moment, the glow from the tv highlighting the juices smeared across his chin.
The male gathers some of it on his fingers, eagerly sucking the digits into his mouth with a deep growl.
“Mmm, my precious.”
Before you have time to scold him he’s back between your thighs, a crazed cackle leaves him as he sucks harshly on your clit. Eddie eagerly slips those same fingers that were just in his mouth, back inside you. He curls them up to brush against your sweet spot, causing you to cry out as he increases his pace.
Any semblance of taking things slow is now thrown out the window, as he licks and sucks at you like a starved animal. Your fingers find their way back into his hair, nails digging into his scalp.
“That’s it, such a good. fucking. girl.” He growls each word pointedly, thrusting his fingers in tandem with his vulgarity.
Your walls clench harder around the digits due to his praise, greedily grinding your hips down against them. A whimper escapes you as he leans back, spitting onto your already soaked pussy. But he doesn’t give you much time to process as his tongue begins to mix his salvia with your slick.
He slides a third finger into your tight heat, the sounds of your arousal now over powering the film still playing on the television. Your body is buzzing as your thighs begin to tremble around his head.
“Squeezing me so tight, baby, fuck. You gonna cum for me?” His voice is muffled as he puts more pressure on your swollen clit.
And in that moment, you can’t find the words to answer him— only a high pitched moan leaves your lips.
Eddie chuckles against you, the vibrations bring you that much closer to the edge. Your hips begin to buck up wildly, desperate for that promise of release.
But your boyfriend is quick to force them back down with his free hand. Preventing any further squirming as he drills his fingers into your needy cunt, taking everything he’s giving you in stride.
“Gimme all your cum, sweetheart,” he groans deeply, finding yourself unable to hold back anymore.
After being edged for the better part of an hour, your body convulses as you finally fall over that precipice. Crying out his name repeatedly as he continues to work you through the most intense orgasm he’s ever given you.
Your body suddenly slumps against the sofa, completely spent. A soft whine leaves your lips as you tug on his disheveled curls to lift his head. His dark eyes lock with your half lidded ones, that mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Eddie gladly crawls his way up your body to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices now smeared across your chin.
You can feel the sticky, warm denim of his jeans pressing against your thigh. The sudden realization has you giggling into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hums, “Precious is pleased?”
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iovetecchou · 1 year ago
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Saccharine ⧾ Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara‧₊˚
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àŒž Contains...! smut, implied fwb situation amongst the three of them, banter, competitive!chuuya, and competitive!dazai, kissing, teasing, begging, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare
àŒž AFAB Reader.
àŒž 2,124 words.
kinktober masterlist!
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“Ah, you lost again Chuuya!”
Dazai gleamed as the short-tempered man cursed under his breath. Murmuring something along the lines of “You fucking bastard”.
“Now, now. Boys, play nice!”
You shot Dazai a look as you replenished Chuuya’s newly emptied shot glass. Some of the liquor spilled on the temperamental man with your attention elsewhere.
“Oi, watch what you’re doin’ sweetheart.”
Your eyes darted down toward Chuuya’s hand, watching as the saccharine liquor dribbled down his fingers.
“Sorry Chuu, wasn’t paying attention! Here, lemme clean you up.”
Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling his sticky digits to your lips. Dazai watched quizzically as your tongue darted out, lapping up the stretch of Chuuya’s lithe fingers.
“H-Hey! What do you think you’re doin’?!”
Chuuya silently thanked the alcohol for coloring his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. If it wasn’t for that, You and Dazai would know his face was truly growing hot because of your lewd display.
“Cleaning you up? I don’t mind. You have really pretty hands, Chuu!”
Your eyes were locked on his azure ones as you lapped up the last of the mess you made on his fingers.
“Oh no! Belladonna, I made a mess. Be a good girl and help me clean it up, yeah?”
You and Chuuya whirled around at the commotion. Dazai had ‘accidentally’ spilled the drink he was nursing all over his hand. The chestnut-eyed man pouted in faux distress, now holding his sticky digits out in front of you.
“You asshole! You did that on purpose!”
Chuuya barked out, glaring down his counterpart. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Dazai’s actions. He piqued your interest. You didn’t think twice before crawling closer to the devilish man.
“It’s alright. I don’t mind cleaning you up, too. Although you didn’t have to pull such a stunt if you wanted this. All you had to do was ask, darling.”
You quipped, offering Dazai a playful wink before your tongue slipped past your parted lips. Licking the sickeningly sweet liquor right off his elegant fingers.
Dazai smirked as he watched you lick him clean. You could hear Chuuya grumbling behind you about how much of an ‘asshole’ his counterpart was.
“You have pretty hands too, Dazai! Your fingers are so long.”
You noted, causing Dazai’s smirk to grow tenfold. He shot a sly gaze in Chuuya’s direction before he retorted,
“I’m glad you think so, belladonna! My fingers are way longer than Chuuya’s. I’m not surprised, though, considering his
 small stature.”
Chuuya shot up from his spot, marching toward Dazai before letting him hear it.
“You got a lot of nerve, you know that? Just because your fingers are longer doesn’t mean they’re more skilled.”
His words caused Dazai to perk up. You could tell the lanky man sitting before you was up to no good now. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious to see how this would play out.
“Oh, why don’t we put that to the test? We have a perfect subject right here!”
Dazai wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you into his frame as he beamed brightly. Causing the copper-haired man to scrunch his brows in confusion.
“The fuck are you takin’ about, asshole. Stop screwin’ around.”
Dazai’s hand trailed further down your waist, soothing over your hip. Your mind felt fuzzy as he drew small circles into the side of your thigh.
“We’re going to see whose fingers are more skilled and the lovely Y/N is going to be our little helper, obviously! You gotta start paying attention, Chuuya.”
Chuuya stammered, watching as Dazai turned to face you. You allowed him to trail his fingers further down your thigh. His nondominant hand came up to caress the other side of your hip. Causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine.
“I think I like where this is going
”
You whispered. Your eyes finally met Chuuya’s as his counterpart flipped the hem of your skirt up, slipping his hands beneath the fabric. Dazai tugged your panties down your legs slowly, before tucking them in his back pocket for a later date.
“Well, Chuuya? You in or out?”
Dazai teased, not daring to take his gaze off you. Too focused on the sight of your pretty pussy on full display for him.
“Yeah Chuu, in or out?”
Your voice was laced with honey, drawing him into you; without even trying. Chuuya tried to keep his eyes on yours, he really did. But when his azure gaze flickered down, getting a glimpse of your most intimate parts
 he caved.
“Fuck it, I’m in.”
Dazai snickered as his hands now ghosted over your inner thighs. Spreading your legs further apart for better access.
“You’re too easy, Chuuya.”
Dazai teased, reveling in the way you gasped as his fingers ghosted over your clit. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, watching as Chuuya scooted closer toward you.
“Shut it, asshole. I don’t wanna hear your voice anymore. I’d much rather hear my sweetheart callin’ my name right now.”
You shuddered as Dazai began rubbing languid circles against your puffy bud. Chuuya wasted no time bringing his fingers up to your slit. One of his digits teased your entrance before he ultimately slipped inside you.
“What do you mean by, ‘My sweetheart’? I thought you knew by now that Y/N is mine!”
Dazai declared in a sing-song voice. Feeling his cock twitch from beneath his slacks as another whine rolled off your tongue.
“Now, now
 no— ah, no f-fighting.”
You managed to say, nearly fumbling your words when Chuuya inserted another finger. Curling his adept digits deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot with ease.
“Fighting? Who’s fighting? I’m simply reminding Chuuya of his place here.”
Chuuya began thrusting his fingers faster inside you. Aiming to prove his point; that his fingers are more experienced than Dazai’s just to rub it in his face even more.
“You’re on thin ice, asshole. I told you before, be quiet!”
Dazai let out a drawn-out sigh as his fingers teased over your clit. Alternating between rubbing vigorously and leisurely. Leaving you feeling desperate for more.
“Dazai, don’t stop— please.”
You whined, bucking your hips up. Greedily begging for more.
“Tsk, how shameful my belladonna. Are you this needy for me already? But Chuuya hasn’t even made you cum yet.”
That was Chuuya’s last straw. With that, he shoved his counterpart away from you with his free hand. Never once ceasing in his movements inside you.
“You’re fucking done. Watch and learn from over there if you can’t understand how to keep that big mouth shut.”
Chuuya hissed, not sparing another moment on Dazai from that point on. Your breath hitched as Chuuya’s other hand came up to your pelvis. His thumb pressed firmly against your swollen bud, rubbing your clit just how you liked it.
That’s something you loved about Chuuya. When you asked for something, he gave it to you. Rarely teasing you the way his counterpart did nearly every time. They were like day and night, but something about that contrast was thrilling.
“Fuck— yes! Just like that Chuu, don’t stop!”
You braced yourself on your elbows from where you rested. Propping yourself up slightly to get a better view of Chuuya as he fingered your drooling pussy, with more intensity than before.
“Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart. Wanna feel you squeezin’ me as you cum all over my fingers.”
Before you could process, Chuuya added a third finger. Plunging fiercely inside you, matching the pace with his thumb that still toyed over your puffy clit.
All you could muster was a silent plea of Chuuya’s name as your orgasm crashed over you. You squirted all over his fingers as he worked you through your high.
“That’s it, sweetheart, so good for me.”
Chuuya whispered, absolutely mesmerized by your blissed-out face. He loved watching your eyes roll back when you came. And knowing he was the one provoking you to writhe in pleasure caused his cock to throb in his jeans.
Chuuya slowed down his pace after a few moments. Retracting his hands from your warm wet heat as you tried to catch your breath.
“Okay! My turn~”
“Dazai, wait— ah—!”
Before you could finish your thought, Dazai was shoving Chuuya aside just like the short-fused man had done to him earlier. Payback, he thought. Dazai wasted no time shoving two fingers into your messy hole. Pushing as deep as he could, delivering shallow thrusts from within your gummy walls.
His fingers scissored inside you, curling ever so slightly on the drag down. He was teasing your G-spot. But you weren’t surprised; teasing was Dazai’s specialty, after all.
“To m-much! Please, no t-teasing tonight. I’m too sensitive
”
You babbled, unable to control the way your hips bucked up each time Dazai’s nimble digits grazed over your sweet spot. Once more, his other hand was ghosting over your clit. His middle finger stroked your slit, only granting you the smallest bit of friction against your puffy bud.
“You heard her, stop teasing’ goddamnit!”
Chuuya grumbled from beside you, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He was trying his hardest to ignore his erection, which only ached more and more as you whined out in pleasure.
Dazai finally let his middle finger press down against your swollen nub. He rubbed your clit slowly as his fingers pulled out of you almost completely, before thrusting right back into you.
“Oh? I didn’t know you were barking out orders now, Chuuya. Your turn is over, so why don’t you just sit back and take notes.”
You could hardly mediate under these circumstances. Your mind was too far gone, fuzzy from all the pleasure both Chuuya and Dazai granted you tonight. Your end was nearing, and the chestnut-haired man was more than aware of that.
“Do you want to cum, my belladonna?”
He halted in his movements altogether. Dazai allowed you to catch your breath before you cried out,
“Y-Yes! Please, just make me cum!”
Your eyes were swirling with desire as they met his, and you didn’t fail to notice the smirk that etched its way into his features from your pathetic plea. He was enjoying this; and the tent in his pants wasn’t the only giveaway.
“Good girl~”
And with that, Dazai fucked his fingers back into you; relentlessly. Adding the perfect amount of pressure to your g-spot as his middle finger circled your clit fiercely.
“Hah— ‘m cumming—!”
Your whole body tensed as you clenched around Dazai’s fingers harshly. The coil within your tummy snapped, causing you to squirt all over Dazai’s palm. Not that he minded, though.
His bronze eyes raked over your body as you came for him. Dazai could hardly contain his grin as you cried out his name.
“Aww, you’re so cute when you make a mess all over me like this.”
Dazai cooed, slowing down his moments before stopping entirely. Letting his fingers slip out of your spent hole.
“That’s enough out of you! Make yourself useful and grab Y/N a towel and some water.”
Chuuya grumbled. He put all of his attention back on you after uttering those words. He could tell you were exhausted after everything. And Chuuya was sure all the alcohol you consumed earlier didn’t help with the drowsiness.
“Alright, alright. Sheesh, you know you’re really bossy for a short-stack.”
Before Chuuya could bark back, you brought your hand up to his face. Grasping his jaw between your thumb and forefinger before turning him to face you.
“Ignore him for now, Chuu. For my sake, yeah?”
You watched as Chuuya’s expression softened as he gazed into your eyes. You offered him a small smile before pulling him in for a lingering kiss.
The sweet embrace didn’t last too long though, because only a few minutes later, you heard Dazai call out;
“Aww, where’s my kiss, belladonna?! And after I took the liberty to grab you water and a nice clean towel!”
Dazai clutched his chest in feigned pain. He knelt down, handing you the bottle of water he fetched.
“That’s only because I told you to do that, asshole!”
Chuuya retorted, yanking the towel out of Dazai’s hands so he could tenderly clean you up. You couldn’t help but smile as the two men attended to you.
You leaned forward to place a chaste kiss atop Dazai’s lips. Pulling out a hum of approval from the cheeky man himself.
As you pulled away, your hands crept down to rest atop both Chuuya and Dazai’s thighs. You gave each of them a knowing look before whispering,
“I think it’s my turn to show you two how skilled my hands are. It’s only fair, right?”
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mncxbe · 7 months ago
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Heyyy! I hope you are taking care of yourself and touching grass once per day! Don't want you to get isolated that much😔
I request a NSFW prompt 3! With our fav suicidal maniac! DAZAIIIII!!!😊😊😊😊😊😊
Take care girly! Pwease take care of yourselfđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș
you're so sweetđŸ„șđŸ©·I did not only touch plenty of grass today, but also drank water and spent time with my besties (health queen fr). hope you're taking good care of yourself too♡
3– fingering you under the blanket during movie night with friends
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The film Ranpo chose for the Ada's monthly movie night rolled in the background, but you had a hard time paying attention. I mean, how could you, when your boyfriend's hand was shoved down your panties, his skillful fingers toying with your clit.
You were snuggling Dazai on one side of the couch. The cushy blanket wrapped around your bodies at least provided the tiniest amount of privacy but despite how risky the whole situation was, Dazai wasn't planning to stop his ministrations too soon. Fuck, he was such a tease...
You were a blushing mess, rubbing your thighs together to release the tension between them. You were pretty sure you've never been wetter in your entire life– the heat provided by your bodies paired up with his incessant touches made your cunt a sopping mess, sticky slick coating his digits. Your fingers dug in Dazai's forearm as he gave your puffy clit a harsher flick, making you tremble in pleasure.
"What's wrong, bella, are you cold? Do you want me to bring an extra blanket?" asked your boyfriend in a casual tone but you could see the taunting smile etched on his lips from the corner of your eye.
The man really had some nerve– mocking your sorry state when he was the one who caused all of it. As you squeezed your thighs together Dazai slowly pried them back open with his thumb, using the side of his hand as leverage to keep your legs apart. He dragged his middle finger along your slit, slowly working his way up to your clit and drawing loose circles on it again.
You shifted your body closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder "Please, 'samu I can't–"
"I know you like it, sweetie, you're drenched. Plus, I know how much you love it when I touch you like this in public, you're such a dirty girl" he whispered against the shell of your ear, masking the brief interaction with a chaste kiss to your temple. His words made your pussy flutter and of course he didn't miss it.
"I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, pretty girl?" he cooed, pressing his ring and middle finger on your needy clit as you nodded eagerly, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
The moment you gave him the go he resumed circling your clit, occasionally rubbing it between his fingers. Each little touch pushed you closer to your high, but what did it for you were the downright obscene things he was whispering in your ear.
"There you go, baby. Can't wait to get home and eat this messy pussy out. I don't think you're gonna get much sleep tonight."
You were so damn grateful that Ranpo turned up the volume of the TV a while ago so no one could hear the choked moan that slipped past your lips when you came. Your hips jolted up and Dazai cupped your pussy, slowly rubbing your clit with his hand, helping you ride out your high and preventing you from squirming too much.
"Shh keep it down, bella. Don't want everyone else to find out what we just did, do you?"
You would've slapped the obnoxious grin off his face if you hadn't been so weak and fucked out– though you were ashamed to admit, this was probably one of the best orgasms of your life.
Your boyfriend carefully removed his hand from your panties and wiped the excess of slick on your inner thigh before wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling closer to you. The innocent smile on his face was enough to calm your nerves. Yea, Dazai was an obnoxious bastard sometimes and his teasing never ended, but he was still the love of your life so you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him.
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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 9 months ago
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Another Vox enthusiasts I see? Well if I may...
Vox with a GN Hacker reader who was turned entirely digital after manifesting in hell. They don’t even have a physical form they’re completely stuck within Hell’s databases, their skills are obviously useful to him so he offers them a place on the team which they immediately accept on the condition that Vox makes them a vessel to inhabit because holy shit are they going stir crazy.
I’m not entirely sure how Vox’s abilities work but given he can at the very least project himself onto screens and the like I get the feeling that he’d plug himself into the system whenever they talk. Mostly because it keeps them grounded, they’re alot calmer when he’s actually next to them and not looking in through a screen.
I hope this didn’t get too wordy or long I just wanted to be thorough because I have massive brain rot for this techno mf-
Take your time with this request! Kisses darling <3
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Dude, does anyone else remember having Shimeji's or that internet episode from Fairly Odd Parents? Cause that's what I'm about to write!
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Digital Pet [Vox x Digital Reader]
When you first manifested in Hell, you were completely unaware that you had ended up in Hell itself. Because instead of manifesting in the overcrowded circle designated for sinners, you instead found yourself in a digital landscape. Countless screens surrounded you like a million portals. You could see the different shapes and sizes of the devices being used in hell and could even alter whether or not you saw what was being displayed on the screen or what the screen could see itself like a window to Hell.
At first, you had a massive meltdown. From what you could tell, you were the only one in this digital Hell custom-tailored to leave you isolated despite having access to every device in Hell. You wondered what you did to deserve the extra punishment layered on top of not being good enough for heaven, especially since you hadn't done anything particularly evil when you were alive.
You lost track of how much time passed. You entertained yourself by jumping from system to system. You'd watch shows that sinners binged, and you'd watch the city from large advertisement screens that overlooked the sinner's circle of Hell. Anything to stave off the loneliness.
One day, that all changed when you felt an electric buzz make the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You heard the voice of someone swearing and immediately pulled yourself away from the screen you had been sticking your nose into. When you turned, you saw another demon who was still sparking with some bright electric energy as he dusted himself off.
For a moment the two of you just stared at each other in shock. As far as you and Vox knew, you were the only ones who could access the digital realm of Hell's database. Vox is immediately wary, but you are thrilled as you approach him quickly.
"H-Hi, oh my god!" you breathe as you look him over. He didn't look new to Hell, but you had never seen anyone else in the same pocket of space as you before. "Did you just die? Have you seen anyone else? Did you just get here? It's been so long since I saw another person that wasn't on a screen!"
Vox blinked as you rapid-fired questions at him. He looked you over as you rambled something about the irony of his face being a screen when he finally shook his head and held up a hand to stop you.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," he started. "What are you talking about? How are you even here? No one else should be able to traverse through the database of Hell but me."
Vox's interest only grows as you explain your situation. "I see," he hummed as he looked you over with new intrigue. "I wonder if you have similar abilities to mine and just got caught in the in-between..."
It was easy enough for him to lure you into a deal. The sheer amount of panic you expressed when he pretended he was going to just leave you there was hilarious at the time. In exchange for you "surfing the web" for him, so to speak, he took you on as an apprentice of sorts. Vox trained your abilities and helped you hone your magic. While you had every hope of one day figuring out how to manifest in the physical realm the way he did, Vox cleverly avoided any pursuit of the possibility.
He liked having full power over you and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to grow attached. While you hadn't learned anything about manifesting physically, you had learned how to appear on his screens. He'd never admit it to you out loud, but he found the tiny image of you running around on his devices and talking with him to be pretty damn adorable.
Despite his manipulation, the two of you actually slowly became friends. He found himself genuinely proud of you whenever you popped up to show him something new you had learned. There was a weird warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when you would bounce with excitement at your new discoveries.
Sometimes you'd ask him to play a certain show or song for you. Even after you learned how to control inactive devices so you could look up anything you wanted, you still liked to ask him to play things for you just so you could watch them in his presence. You'd send memes to each other and Vox had to quickly excuse himself when you sent him a crudely drawn image of Alastor slipping on a banana peel while he was in the middle of giving a presentation at a meeting.
Vox was emotionally constipated, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that the warm feeling in his chest was growing and he knew you were the source. He clutched his chest as he stepped into his lair and saw you sleeping on his desktop toolbar, waiting for him to come home after a long day at work. He had promised you that you'd watch the new episode of a show you'd been watching together, but his gameshow had run late.
He sits down with a sigh and traces over your sleeping form, feeling something twist inside of him as his claw only met with the cold, flat surface of a screen. He wondered what it would be like to hold you. To touch you. To have you in his arms while the two of you lay on the couch while you made him watch stupid shows instead of...
"Fuck," Vox whispered to himself as he pulled away from the innocent image of you. He clutched his face as he slumped forward in his chair. He had a decision to make.
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And so do you, dear readers! I want to make a part two to this, the real question is:
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eloquentlytired · 2 months ago
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18+ mdni
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— friendly comfort.
pairing: bff! steve rogers x reader
word count: 5k
warnings: lots of smut — car sex — best friends — unprotected sex — breeding — fingering — soft ending
summary: you and steve are the type of best friends who comfort each other differently than others.
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nothing could separate you and steve ever since you two met. it was like an instant click of an infinite bond — one that wouldn’t break anytime soon — and this was something both of you proudly carried around. at some point it was a peculiar friendship although you didn't flaunt what was happening around; it was something you and steve wanted to keep to yourselves...because no one else would be able to understand it.
“you really cancelled your blind date for me?” you asked while laying to your side in the front seat of his car. steve’s car was an old model and the driver's seat was connected to the passenger's seat so you could easily use it to your advantage and lie down.
steve simply nodded and hissed as he looked down, his eyes admiring the way your lips stretched around the tip of his soft cock before taking him in all the way. he knew what would follow as you held whatever you could in your mouth and laid your head on his lap. it had become a routine for you two to drive somewhere secluded and do this; whereas you relax with your best friend’s cock resting in your mouth while he did something to *his* liking.
in steve’s case, he would simply stay seated in the driver's seat while using one of his hands to raise your short skirt — you would never wear skirts but he had quickly realized you were only doing it around him — and slipped his hand underneath. “of course I did. you're my best friend.” steve replied simply and pulled your panties to the side, his fingers purposely ghosting over your bare pussy. “you’re my priority.” he said and slid a finger past your entrance, the sudden stretch causing you to gasp softly as his cock hardened in your mouth.
there was silence for the most part and perhaps it was due to the fact you two felt too anxious to talk while doing something that was considered unusual in friendships. steve certainly didn't seem as anxious as you did while pumping three digits inside your cunt and losing himself in each intimate reaction and wet sound. it was embarrassing how loud your pussy was — the deeper he pumped his fingers, the more you'd drip around him. “steve!” you lifted one of your legs as he comfortably pressed his arm between your spread thighs and thrusted his fingers faster into your tightness, and the sounds that emitted from your body were just so dirty. you wiggled a little, feeling even more embarrassed, and your shy hands reached for steve’s working wrist to force it still. “stevie—” but your cries fell on deaf ears as he pushed his fingers in and out of you, his rough palm occasionally brushing against your swollen clit while steve stared at your face. he seemed to silently enjoy every reaction you kept for his skillful hands.
“are you happy I didn't go on my blind date?” steve suddenly asked and began moving his fingers with some profound favor, curling them and brushing against a sensitive bulge of nerves that had your back arching and your toes curling. you nodded, mouth gaping and drooling all over his lap as he assaulted your weeping pussy like he owned it. perhaps he did. “say it. say you're happy I chose to cancel the date and come here to fuck your pussy.” he wasn't usually this honest and vulgar but you knew how tonight would be extremely different; he had seemed much more eager and sensitive than the previous times you did this.
this only turned you on and you whimpered softly while pushing your hips back against his hand. “i’m happy you chose to cancel the date—” you slurred between words with pleasure being the single care in your mind for the time being. steve himself couldn't register just how much you were dripping around his fingers and he purposely pulled them out before forcing them back inside. “a—and that you came here to fuck my pussy!” you cried out and steve‘s cock had turned completely hard inside your warm mouth.
you felt overwhelmed with pleasure as steve fingered your pussy and forcibly dragged his palm against your sensitive clit with each motion inwards. the slippery and wet sounds of his fingers stretching and thrusting into your abused hole were getting louder — steve could tell you were getting close because of the way your legs were stretched across the car seat, shaking.
a few more thrusts of his fingers and you could've orgasmed if not for steve pulling his hand away entirely. you looked at him to protest but he was already pushing you on your back and climbing on top of you in a predatory manner. he took hold of your ankles and dragged you close to him like a ragdoll before wordlessly burying himself between your spread legs, his cock poking at your entrance. “don’t have a condom,stevie—” your words died down as he slipped his bare cock inside you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, basking in the unfamiliar sensation. you had never taken him raw before, both of you always being extra cautious, but he had surprised you again tonight.
your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in greedily as steve bottomed out. you felt safe underneath his larger body as he placed his elbows next to each side of your head and suddenly dragged his cock out of your pussy entirely leaving you empty. “I missed you.” steve growled out before slamming his cock back into you and started building a frantic rhythm with his hips. you moaned in response and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.
there was unusual desperation and possessives in his movements as steve fucked you, stretching your tight heat with fast and deep thrusts. your body jolted underneath his with each motion of his hips — he was rough but you didn't mind. you loved the way he looked at you as well, as if you were his only means of feeling this good. “fuck.” he cursed as your cunt squeezed him tightly. your legs shook around his waist when he hit a certain spot inside you with his fat cock — one that had you seeing stars. he simply knew he had to keep poking and thrusting into that sensitive,tight space as your pussy wept around him and drove him mad.
there was a moment where your noses brushed and you felt his breath against your lips in the most intimate manner. “there— right there,stevie.” you whispered and he followed your pleas like a prayer, digging deeper into that spot of your crying cunt with his cock. you were close, and he knew it too, as steve fucked you senseless against the seat with your mouths barely touching. at one point, you didn't want to let the situation be and you stretched your neck slightly to press a kiss onto his lips. after that steve let go completely.
one of his arms remained planted next to your head so it could keep his body from crashing onto yours. his other hand moved to rub your swollen clit while he pistoned his hips expertly against yours, hitting your sweet spot directly. you couldn't form any coherent words or actions as your orgasm washed over you, making your an entire submissive mess. your pussy came around steve’s cock while squeezing him in a suffocating manner that he could barely hold in his own orgasm.
much to his surprise, you tightened your legs around his waist as he fucked you. “ ‘m so close,baby. gonna come.” steve said through gritted teeth and pinched your oversensitive clit as a warning but it wasn't enough to make you stop. he pulled his head back to look at you as you clenched around his cock *on purpose* and urged him to come inside. steve growled, “fine. you want it like that then you take it like that.” he suddenly wrapped his fingers around each of your arms and he thrusted for one last time before shooting his load inside you, stuffing your pussy with his cum. he tugged you down by your arms while his hips kept pushing impossibly higher as if to make sure that his cum would reach the deepest part of your pussy. this action alone had your body spasming underneath steve’s but he held you in place, reassuring whispers falling immediately from his lips.
you two didn't drive off immediately. steve held you in his lap for quite a while, one of his hands barely grazing your bare pussy while the other stroke your hair. there was always this moment after having sex with him where you would silently gaze at each other. no words needed. you'd cup his face in return and stroke his beard, commenting about how much it had grown everytime and that you were staring to like it more and more.
“I love you.” It was you who would usually break the silence one way or another but it was steve’s job to keep it going. “Say it again.” He’d whisper.
And you did.
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httpshujii · 5 months ago
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❝ WANTED FOR A FATAL ATTRACTION . . . ❞
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CHAPTER Ⅰ :- ATTENTION
C.W. f!reader is an attention seeking thief, mentions of killing & execution, implications of s*x (not detailed/sugar coated), reader labelled as freak. Please let me know if I missed anything!
TAGS :- @lu-naes @coconut36 @briarbabyxo @number1morihater @kaiser1ns (comment or dm if you'd like to be tagged!)
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You don't know what you did to get such a large bounty on your head. You never killed, never found pleasure in the thought of it. Sure, you stole from the richest and you didn't bother hiding your acts.
It's amusing, how your delicate fingers can just snatch all sorts of things out of pockets. You'd find it humorous when they did catch you, when you made sure they knew that you stole something valuable.
The way their faces would contort into shock and morph into pure anger. It's an interesting reaction, you don't know why it satisfies you so much to be seen as a criminal, a known thief.
Is it the thrill it brings when doing something so fragile? Is it to prove something? You questioned your motives on more than one occasion. But it all goes down to one reason.
Boothill. An infamous outlaw, mostly works for brokers. You could never be like him, of course, you don't know how to handle arms nor do you know how he manages to eliminate people like some useless digits in an equation. But to be known by as many people as him is a need. A great wish that only the brightest star can grant, and that star sure does love to stay hidden.
You just want to be known. To be seen and to have your face stamped on the alley walls of Penacony, the word 'wanted' stated right above your head in heavy red ink. It's an indescribable urge.
You blame the lack of attention you got in your younger years. No matter how many times it's repeated, people are greedy and love to talk about themselves. You're no different. If anything, you're worse. This idea of belonging to yourself and loving yourself so much to the point where you want everyone to know every small thing about you, is a major derivative to becoming popular. Whether in a good or bad way.
You realized this power at a young age. Getting accused of cheating when you really didn't, but instead of having your belly bubble with rage at such an accusation, you felt seen. For the first time. Kids are straightforward, if you look, talk, or act weirdly, they'll label you as a "freak."
You didn't have friends, nor did you want any. Their a hindrance, nothing but pawns in a game you didn't know you were playing. You don't know why you used to think that, maybe it was cause you felt invisible. You didn't like it, but it was peaceful.
You remember smiling when the girl who accused you hissed you name towards the teacher, and then you grinned when all eyes turned to you. With that reaction, people agreed on your crime, and into punishment you went.
Cleaning the classroom for a week and retaking a harder version of the test. You took your time, enjoyed cleaning, enjoyed thinking. After all, you had no parents to go home to, no friend to visit. You lived relying on your pickpocketing skills. Stealing a sandwich from a distracted merchant, hiding an apple in your bag when looking through a store. Water bottles, sweets, juice, gum, anything you can get your sinister hands on.
You had the right to survive, just like everyone else. Even if your way bended the laws, you still had the right. At least that's what you told yourself.
As you grew up, you got smarter, more daring. Unclasping pearl necklaces from necks of rich women while complimenting them, flirting with drunk merchants that are too drunk to realize you snatch a few wads of credit, too naĂŻve to notice, too blind by honeyed words to care.
You'd steal like it's a nine to five. You wake up every morning in your hidden shack that was an abandoned garage, brush your teeth, ruffle your hair, apply what little perfume you have left from the perfume store that you stole from a few years ago. Cool, peachy, and flowery. The scent would turn heads, only to be met with a sinister grin and a wallet out of their pockets and in your very trusty hands.
You'd buy yourself a meal, keep it packed till you get back to your humble abode.
"I'm home
"
You have no one to go back to. But these words always feel brand new when they roll out of your throat, saddened, somber. You know you'll never come home to see anyone, you'd probably be dead or on the run by the time. Every day, every night, it's the same routine.
You grew to like it, enjoy the loop of similar activities. Up until now.
As if a shock, he came in and rearranged the pattern. Forced himself into your idea of a perfect lifestyle. You're not mad, there's a reason you have his wanted poster plastered right next to your mattress on the wall of your home. You're excited to this sudden change. Giggling, you shove the drunkard you were trying to bribe away, causing him to stumble and knock himself out on the hard floor of the saloon.
You know he's here for you, it's clear with that killer smile on his lips. His hands hanging loosely on his gun holster, you pull your bottom lip into the light grip of your teeth, your smile so wide your lip slips from the caress of your wet tongue against the slightly chapped surface.
There he stands, in all his glory. The one and only Boothill. Mechanical body glinting under the yellow bulbs, complex machinery whispering a repetitive whir of pumps pumping and gears turning. Teeth akin to a shark's pointy and pearly. Pupils that rotate, gun's targets eyeing you up and down.
Under his calculated gaze, you feel seen, heard, and understood all within the span of a few seconds. Everyone around you seems non existent, they cower in the dark corners of the saloon as the predator approaches you in clicking heels on a wooden floor.
He thinks you look like a little girl. With your legs kicking the air softly, your hands resting beneath your thighs as you gaze up at him with nothing but wonder and curiosity. He doesn't know if he likes it, he's used to siren lulls of scandalous dances, spending a few hours to relish in the plush of steamy nights with what people would call models, but to him, nothing but discarded digits of pleasure. He doesn't even know why he participates in such acts. He's not a human anymore, can't feel a warm body against his, it itches him. Not being able to touch and feel and caress. It makes him go crazy, often shooting bullets at aging walls when he thinks about it too much.
He likes you. How different you are to him, how new you are to him. He feels like it's okay to slow down just this once. He takes a seat next to you. Resting his elbow on the wooden bar, his fist cushioning his cheek as his eyes stay locked on you. You imitate him. Staring at him just as intently. With just as much wonder.
"Can I buy you a drink, sugar?"
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MASTERLIST ⋼ CHAPTER Ⅱ . . .
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slytherinshua · 5 months ago
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.
BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others 
 n he’s just so :( i love him btw
actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying đŸ‘č warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.
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“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together. 
You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were). 
You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions. 
There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.
Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.
Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.
“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.
But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart? 
Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease
 just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate. 
And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.
You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?
“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.
“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.
“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.
He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.
“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.” 
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bibiana112 · 1 year ago
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@hecksupremechips that was ABSOLUTELY part of the idea tormenting me you understand my vision
Also I was thinking again about the idea of making video essays but I sorta realized I could actually really enjoy being onscreen but only if I was in like. Full drag
#I'm definitely not Good at it but my immediate circle of friends mostly is#a lot of the work here would be actually putting effort into those skills I neglected right#I'd do closet cosplays because the actual costume was whatever to me the part I always really liked is playing the character#so like crafts and makeup were things I gave up on really early especially cause I'm just bad at manual things#I joke that the only reason I can do art is because digital has ctrl z that kind of thing#like I said it could easily be too sensorially overwhelming to me to wear heavy artistic makeup#but it's the only way I can imagine myself comfortable in front of a camera#I'm honestly just not good at being physically perceived in general I'm so bad at noticing details on people's faces#I simply don't Get make-up and stuff because I never cared about it for me and for others I tend to pay doubled attention to other things#but ahhh this still sounds so fun but also so so much like something I'll leave in the realm of ideas instead of acting on ;w;#and also ''just don't do makeup'' I am insisting on this point cause it is important if I am not covered in glitter what's the point#anyways the niche topic I had a really throughout idea for a video on is silly little rpg maker horror games my favorite#and I already have a Ellen (witch from the witch's house) cosplay from when I was like I dunno 14#so I imagined being my oc for most of it but also Ellen cosplay for a skit or the part of the video that is about the witch's house#but I can't wear it the same way I did back then I want to add like a bunch of extra details and accessories and flair and scawy makeup#anyways I'mma end it here I want a flashy enough look that it takes off the weight of the face reveal for me#and because it's fun and if I don't do it that way what's even the point#to be fair if I rang up my big sis who's actually done drag and told her I want her to do my makeup I think she would leap with joy lol
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jasminerva · 1 month ago
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You v. Nagumo and Toddler
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This is Part 2 of the Papa!Gumo series!
gn!reader co-parent
Check out Part 1 here: What kind of father would Nagumo be?
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Banner img from Gakuen Babysitters by Tokeino Hari.
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Was having a convo with @akifordessert about Papagumo and the nicknames he'd give his kiddo(s). And thank you, Memi (@dearsecretlover) for inspo and motivation (and for sharing this Papa!gumo art by mxeong__) as always~!
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But I digress! Here's the little scolding imagine I promised!
nagumo x gn!reader = gn!toddler in their terrible twos [c/n] = your toddler's name [f/n] = your first name
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You: Nagumo! [c/n]! What the heck happened in the living room?! Nagumo looked around his surroundings. It was as if the usually orderly living room had two tornadoes sweep through it, an explosion of scattered toys everywhere, overturned furniture, ripped paper decorations, and colourful fingerprints adorning the walls. Nagumo & Your Toddler: (both in a kneeling position, getting scolded by you) Nagumo: (trying not to grin) [f/n], it's no biggie. Just some father-child bonding gone awry. [c/n], your rambunctious toddler, mirrored his pose perfectly beside him, eyes wide with feigned innocence that couldn't hide the sparkle of mischief dancing in their depths. Nagumo couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at his miniature accomplice's acting skills. You: Oh, really? Father-child? But I only see two children in front of me. Nagumo: Now, now! (holds hands up) See? No paint on my hands. (wiggles digits) Clearly, I'm just an innocent bystander here. You: Yeah, that doesn't help your case. You're the adult in this disorderly duo, or did you forget? Nagumo: I suppose cleaning duty falls upon us two, hmm? Let's clean up this mess before it becomes an international incident. He cast a conspiratorial wink at your toddler, who giggled delightedly at being included in their imaginary fellowship against their ever-so-serious parent. You: (sighs) Nagumo... I'm sick of having to be the mean parent--let alone adult--in this relationship. They have to learn how to clean up their own messes eventually, you know. Nagumo: You're right. We can't let them run wild like this. But it's just so hard to discipline this angelic face (tickles [c/n]'s chubby cheek, causing them to erupt into a fit of laughter, squirming happily). You: (unimpressed face) Nagumo: All right. (playful but stern enough tone) Focus, Agent [c/n], your mission, should you choose to accept it... Together, Nagumo and [c/n] tackled the mess, turning cleaning into a fun game of hide-and-seek with the scattered toys and art supplies.
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Nagumo: (grabs a juice from the fridge) You: Nagumo! [c/n] doesn't need more sugar! Nagumo's grin widened into a smirk as your toddler took advantage of the situation and quickly gulped down the forbidden juice. Nagumo: Aw, shucks. Looks like we're too late. You: (narrowing eyes) If [c/n] doesn't end up learning anything, I'm going to discipline you both. In the 'mean parent' way. Nagumo: (clapping) All right, Agent [c/n]! Operation Clean Slate isn't complete until Big Boss says so. Your Toddler: (salutes and gets back to cleaning, hands and mouth sticky with juice) Nagumo: (grins and walks towards you) You know, [f/n], you were pretty convincing right then. I almost believed you'd actually punish me. You: (crosses arms) The day's still young. Nagumo: (leans down to whisper in your ear) Is that a promise?
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beelmons · 1 year ago
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Just want Luke Alvez to spell out his name with his tongue against me. I'm a simple woman, with simple needs. No hands, all mouth. my cunnilingus king
no cause this is what i call having taste !
i accidentally posted this without finishing and im going insane trying to speed write it skckwkckwkf DOMT LOOK UNDER READ MORE
Edit: Okay NOW you can look.
cw: oral sex fem receiving, fem!reader
Some people paid billions of dollars to reach space and experience the wonders of the universe, and yet, it only took a heavily underpaid FBI agent to get you to see stars.
Luke Alvez was not a man to eat women out, oh no, he was the one to straight up devour them. Like an avid critic ready to cater his next meal, he would time and again bury himself in between your legs; no further aid needed whatsoever, a dedicated mouth could take you to places you were sure mortals couldn't reach.
It made you suspicious, to be honest. How could a man be so good at pleasing a woman? The only way it made sense was if he had done it hundreds of times before, but taking his time while in deployment and current new schedule in consideration, he wouldn't only have to be dedicated to it, he would have had to straight up clone himself to take two women at a time on the little time he had to spare.
He could do it, to be fair, without the need of cloning himself, after all he had his charm. You don't just open your legs for anyone on the first date, let alone the first thirty minutes of meeting them. He was a witty gentleman, and not hard on the eye at all.
Soon you would find out that his sharp tongue wasn't only skillful on the streets. Something about the way he so passionately licked you thoroughly each time. Or how he moaned along everytime he hit a good spot. Or the weird combination of strokes he pulled at the end, the one that never failed to push you over the edge.
You had to find out what it was, because you were starting to think it was not human. And tonight, as your apartment was filled with lewd slurping sounds, you were set on finding it out.
One little problem, keeping your sanity as his tongue, somehow, reached your sweetest spots was no easy task. It took all of your energy and some holding back from straight up cumming into his mouth without warning. Your face was clenched in what seemed more like pain than pleasure. But your climax was reaching, you were so close, just as close as you were to figuring out what the hell he did at the end, so close, so close.
"Babe, are you alright?" he pulled away to ask.
"No!" you yelled in anger almost instinctively, and certainly without intention.
He was clearly taken aback by your reaction, and the second you noticed his clear confusion, you spoke up again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." you said, reaching to have your hand land on his hair, not wanting him to be too far from your cunt "I was just so close."
"Sorry, you looked like you were in pain, so..." he tried to explain before you cut him off.
"I was focused." you clarified.
"Focused?" his brows furrowed "Listen, if you have to focus to cum... I'd rather you tell me what I'm doing wrong."
"No. What? Come on Luke, you can't be serious." you complained "I was focused on figuring out what the hell it is that you always do, that it makes my brain be reduced to a pulp!"
You certainly didn't mean it as a praise, but he still found a way to interpret it as such. He broke into a shy chuckle as he shook his head.
"I can tell you" he said "But you have to promise not to laugh."
"Why would I-" you were about to inquire, but he cut you off.
"I spell my name with my tongue." he finally admitted.
"You are kidding." your eyes opened in genuine surprise. It sounded so stupid right off the bat, even more so when you considered the possibility of being true.
Your free hand reached down to have your middle digit trail over your own clit, you were moist enough thanks to him, so nothing else was needed. You began making an experiment of your own.
L U K E A L-
Sure, it felt good, but nothing out of the ordinary.
"Not like that!" he quickly grabbed at your wrist to pull it away "It's not the same if you use fingers, and I'm afraid there is one more secret to it."
You were attentively looking at him talk, so you were able to see his face disappear between your legs. You thought after the break you wouldn't be so sensitive, but boy were you wrong. The second the tip of his tongue landed on your bundle of nerves again, your legs began to shake. Like no time had passed.
You tried your best to pay attention, you really did.
Luke Alvez
But you lost track after the 'K'.
Next thing you knew, you were dripping down in your own release, and he was doing his best to have nothing go to waste.
Your chest was raising up and down from the pants. Legs limb and tired against his shoulders. Once he was satisfied with the clean up, he raised his head yet again. His characteristic, slightly annoying, cheeky grin clear on his face.
"I do it in cursive."
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maiko-san · 1 year ago
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TADC x Robotic Jester! Reader (Part 2)
Part 1
Since part 1 doing so well, I'll be making part 2
ft. Jax, Gangle
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You're not really sure how time really works in the digital circus, but who cares anyway? You just live your own life here without worrying about anything especially your human past.
You're at The Tent, practicing your skill on a tricycle while juggling lit torches in your hands and on a tightrope.
Ragatha had gone to her room to rest while Kinger is in his pillow fort, probably thinking about his insect collection.
You were too focus juggling the torches and not noticing a pair of scissors cutting the rope. The last thing you hear was a 'snap' and then you fall on the ground quite comically ( in cartoony way ) followed by a laughter. You let out a groan and shakes your head, you couldn't help but growl as turn your head to face the culprit.
It was the newcomer, Jax.
JAX
Number 1 pain the as#&! in the entire circus. You don't like him one bit ever since he first appeared.
He loves tormenting others and saying "I love to see something funny happen to people" follow that stupid grin of his.
"Hahahaha! Look how funny you look when you fall, you look so stupid!" he laughed. Your teeth clenched together. "It's not funny....rabbit" you said, standing up and dusting your clothes.
Sometimes you have the urge to throw him into the void but Caine somehow can hear your thoughts and tell you not to or he will confiscate all of your items and give you a timeout.
"It would be more funny if you were to set on fire— oh wait, you already are!" Jax grins, you stare at him in disbelief. You take a whiff and you swore you smell something burning, your tail kinda feels hot for some reason.
You turn your head to see that the tip of your tail is on fire.
Let's just say, Jax loves tormenting you the most. You remind him of those cartoon characters in tv shows!
Some of his pranks can be overboard and there are times it causes you to become malfunction all thanks to his pranks especially when he pours water into your joint circuits, causing your limbs to twist uncontrollably.
He doesn't care that he hurts someone (or even cares about their feelings). Knowing that Caine could fix/solves everything with a snap of his fingers.
Jax is straight up a bunny from hell.
None of the others like Jax including you.
You just don't know what his problem is but if he ever dares to hurt your friends with his silly pranks, you won't hesitate to throw him into the void.
You roll your eyes and sigh, with him around the area making you lose interest in training. So, you decide to leave and go back to your room or go to Ragatha's.
After a few days had passed, a new human had appeared in the circus.
Gangle
A ribbon with a mask? She's an odd one.
The very first moment she arrived, she was nervous and scared.
Caine was about to give her a name until Jax decided to name her himself.
"How about Gangle? They do move so 'graceful' " he said with a proud grin on his face, you look at him in disbelief. Seriously? That just mean! ( Gangle means moves ungracefully ). Before you could protest about the name, Caine just agreed with the suggestion he have given.
"Well! Gangle, welcome to your new home!" Caine smiles.
For the first few days, Gangle did really well actually. You notice that she has two masks with her, that is her comedy mask and tragedy mask.
Gangle is very light since she was made out of ribbons, if you run past her the poor girl gets knocked down by the wind and breaks her mask at the same time.
You did it once and you feel guilty for doing so.
So you remind yourself to always be careful whenever you're around her.
Gangle really appreciates how you are so careful and gentle around her, unlike Jax who pushes her on purpose whenever he feels like it.
Every time she breaks her comedy mask, you would offer to fix it for her but she softly declines.
"Wah!" again, Jax tripped her over when she walks past him. Her comedy mask falls off her tragic mask and smashes on the floor, "My...my comedy mask" Gangle sobs as she holds up a piece of her shattered mask.
She sighs to herself and picks up the mask piece by the piece, she stops when a hand hovers her.
She looks up to see Ragatha, Kinger and you. You couldn't help but let out a scoff, glaring at the rabbit "Seriously, Jax? Again." you glare at the purple rabbit. "Pfft. What? Not my fault that she doesn't see it coming~" he said, closing his eyes as he shrugs off what he has just done.
Gangle and Ragatha could see that you're on your last straw. Your limbs extend and wrap themselves around the rabbit, causing Jax to blink in surprise.
The next thing, Jax was thrown out of the tent. There was a Jax shaped hole left on the roof of the tent, indicating he was thrown high up.
Gangle didn't expect for you to do it, she was shocked. She appreciates that you stood up for her but at the same time, feeling that she's a burden.
You assure her that it wasn't a problem and tell her if Jax ever bothers her again with his silly pranks, don't be afraid to tell you :D.
A/N :
State in the wiki, Jax gets to choose his own name when he first arrive and he also chooses Gangle's name too.
If you're thinking that "Jax is too mean!' that's what he is, he's just a straight up a-hole and a sociopath(?).
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lokis-dark-queen · 11 months ago
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Hot Chocolate
(Loki/Reader Fluff Drabble )
Summary: Loki is obsessed with chocolate. With your help he discovers the delectable treat that is hot chocolate, and appreciates how desirable you are.
Warnings/Notes: Very light suggested smut at the end. Just Loki being a chocolate fiend and a flirt. I count anything under 1,000 words as a Drabble.
Word Count: 964
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If there was one fact that was confirmed true about Loki, it was that he loved chocolate. Ever since his first chocolate candy bar, he was addicted. Like a bloodhound, he could sniff out the decadent sweet from another room. He would follow the scent to the source and then devour whatever was there. He was a frequent customer at the closest bakery to the tower. He claimed that their chocolate chip cookies were the best he ever had. Little did he know, with his limited time on earth, there were many other places with chocolate chip cookies. He liked his cookies soft, warm, and the chocolate chips slightly melted. He loved chocolate candy of any type, however, he didn’t like mint chip ice cream. He claimed that the mint tried to overpower the taste of the chocolate too much.
Here, on this cold December night in New York, flurries of snow floated through the air as they were visible from the highest rooms of the Avengers tower. Tony and his robots hung up Christmas decorations that adorned the once bland halls. Natasha and Clint decorated the towering evergreen in the common room. Thor had nearly drunk his weight in mead and passed out on the couch, his snoring attempting to be drowned out by the Christmas music coming through the speakers of the television. Through the multitude of smells including pine and cinnamon, Loki was stopped in his tracks as he walked towards the common room, the familiar smell hanging in the air
 chocolate.
Loki walked faster toward the kitchen of the common room, his chocolate craving rivaling that of a menstruating woman. As he turned the corner he observed the controlled chaos of the room, Natasha and Clint arguing about where ornaments should go on the tree, his brother out cold, and you in the kitchen.
Saying that Loki thought about you would be an understatement. He fantasized about you, watched you from afar, and built up a surprising amount of courage to speak to you. Loki kept a certain distance from the other members of the team on purpose. When it came to you, however, Loki stayed away out of fear. He feared that you were revolted by him, as many were. You never made it obvious, you smiled at him, said hello when you passed him in dim hallways, you never came off as disgusted by him. Loki’s self-doubt said otherwise.
The god clenched his jaw as he carefully stalked over to you, his sense of chocolate driven curiosity overcame his hesitancy to be near you.
“Excuse me.” He speaks up from behind you with a gentle softness in his deep voice.
“Oh, Loki
 Do you need something?” You were slightly thrown off by Loki approaching you. However, you couldn’t deny the way that your heart skipped a beat.
“No no, I was just curious about what you were making.”
You smile, even with your limited interaction, you knew he had a sweet tooth for chocolate. “You would love it! It’s called hot chocolate, it’s a drink.”
Not even the terrifying god of mischief himself could hide the light that came to life in his eyes, “You can drink it?” He asks in disbelief.
You try your best to hold back a giggle at the thousand year old god who was amazed by something as simple as hot chocolate. Part of you feels like you have been taking the highly beloved beverage for granted at his childlike response, “Here,” You take the warm mug and hand it to him, “try some.”
Loki was almost too eager to take the mug from your soft hands. His skilled digits brushed against your knuckles as he took it. A hot flush brushed your cheeks from the short contact.
Before he could rush the warm mug to his soft lips you grabbed his wrist, causing him to almost spill the sacred liquid, “Careful, it’s very hot.” You emphasized.
Loki smirks, “Thank you darling, however, I don’t believe it’s just the beverage that is too hot to handle.” His voice darkens.
Your stomach flips at his flirty remark. Your brain shuts down for a few seconds. You couldn’t believe it, the man of your dreams was flirting with you.
All you could let out was a childish giggle as Loki slowly raised the cup to his lips. He took an anticipated sip. His eyes close and for the first time, you notice how beautiful his eyelashes are.
He is silent for a few seconds, basking in the chocolate bliss he has just partaken in.
“That was
 incredible.” He breathes out in amazement.
He goes to hand the cup back to you, however, you push it back in his hands, “It’s yours, I could never indulge myself as blissfully as you have.”
Loki smirks and moves closer to you, the people around you fade into the background.
“What a shame, it is important to appreciate the simple pleasures in life
” he places his hand on your waist, “so that the important pleasures feel so much better.”
The hot chocolate was long forgotten as a burning desire for the god burned in your core.
“What do you mean by important pleasures?” You question him with eager curiosity.
Loki scans the room before leaning to whisper in your ear secretly, “Come to my room and I’ll teach you all about pleasures.”
The two of you vacated the kitchen, those around you barely took notice at your leave. The hot chocolate sat, cooling and forgotten on the counter because Loki found a treat far more desirable than the midgardian invention that was chocolate. Well
 at least for now, Loki would have his fill of chocolate later. Right now, he wanted to indulge in the special pleasure that was you.
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tinydefector · 3 months ago
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knockout x transmasc reader ?
Kiss it better
Knockout x Male human
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: mentioned top surgery.
Ask and request are open please read my rules on my pinned post
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A hiss leaves the human man's lips as Knockout gently begins removing the wrapping from his chest. "Ow, ow!" He clenches his teeth as the dressing is removed and Knockout slowly begins cleaning and checking the still very fresh stitches. His touch is gentle yet precise as he wipes the dried blood and away as he checks the bruising, stitches and making sure nothing was infected.
"Your progress is looking quite promising, no infection, the stitches look decent," Knockout remarked, his voice warm and reassuring. "The healing process seems to be going smoothly, I'll do another check of them in a few cycles but for now it would be best if you let them air, we don't need you to get an infection from not letting your skin dry or breath." He states while Tossing the used materials away.
“Oh thank god, I hate this dressing, it keeps sticking to my skin and making it itchy." He huffs only to shiver as a metal servo touches his side. Despite how fresh the scars were, they were looking better than Knockout expected from human doctors. "Well, my dear, despite how Inferior your planets medical skills are, i have to say that the one who did your surgery is rather skilled, not as skilled as mwah, but it is hard to match my experience” Knockout cooed with a hint of smugness in his voice. "But alas, you are healing well and I don't need to hunt down some botch doctor." It gets an eye roll from the human, he tries not to smile at Knockout's smug remarks but a small smile does grace his lips.
" The itchy discomfort caused by the wrapping is a common side effect, that's the reason I'm not reapplying them for a little," Knockout assured, The young man's shiver at Knockout's touch did not go unnoticed by the mech, he took care to be as gentle as possible.
"It feels strange, like I'm so happy but it's strange how much lighter I feel" he hum. Knockout's optics flickered with amusement as he leaned down to meet the man's gaze. "Well, sweetspark, it seems the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders, quite literally," Knockout he chuckles at his own joke as he shoots them a wink. “that joke was horrid and you know it” his grumble, trying not to laugh due to it hurting when he did.
"I must say, you look quite stunning like this," Knockout complimented, his voice smooth and confident. "Had you not needed more recovery time I would ravish you here." His voice drops into a purr against his ear. “Now your just being a tease” he states While pushing Knockout back slightly, he knows if the bot didn't want to move he wouldn't have.
He leans his head against Knockout's shoulder plating. "Thank you, for helping me with the aftercare, it saves me having to see doctors I don't know, plus it's much nicer when I get to cuddle you" he mumbles as a sigh leaves him, Knockout's spark warmed at the young man's words, his optics softening. "It's my pleasure," Knockout replied, his voice gentle. As his digits traced soothing patterns along the young man's back, Knockout leans his chin to rest on his lover's head. “I'm just happy you're happy,” he hums. "You are in good servos with me, my dear. Who else has my skill and expertise outside of Ratchet" Knockout teases only for his tone to sombre out.
“I'd recommend leaving the drains in for a few more days and then I will remove them, make sure to clean wounds and re-dress it again. So no lifting things or doing anything that could open your stitches or cause any strain to your body” Knockout says with a stern voice. The young man smiles at Knockout as he does a little cross my heart motion. “I won't do anything to hurt myself or fuck up my recovery” he states.
He's gentle with moving his arm, slowly grabbing the front of Knockout's chassis pulling him closer. "Well doctor I think I deserve something for being such a good patient” he stated teasingly to the cybertronian.
Knockout chuckles in amusement as he leans down not far from his face. “Hmm is that so?” he arches a brow at his patient who only smiles up at him. "Well, well, it seems someone is feeling quite confident today," Knockout purrs as he
He leans in. “You get one kiss, and no more less you get ahead of yourself sweetspark” his voice tinged with a touch of charm as he pulled the young man closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, one hand slowly moving up Knockout's chassis as he leaned into the kiss. It's slow and sweet, neither of them pulling away, both just enjoy the closeness of each other.
As they both pulled back, a playful smirk tugged at Knockout's lips, his optics gleaming with a mix of delight and contentment. "Well, it seems you'll have to make it up to me once you've recovered, to my liking" Knockout hummed as he pressed his face into his little lover's shoulder, peppering a few more kisses before he pulled away.
“tease” he mumbles as Knockout turns away to grab a soft grown for his human to wrap himself in. “Yes, yes. I'm a tease because I want you fully recovered before I let you get into anything that could reopen your chest or by the all spark get them infected” he rumbled.
He leans back down as he wraps the robe around the human and presses one more soft kiss to his lips. With a playful glint in his optics, Knockout leaned in closer, his voice low and smooth. "I must say, you certainly have a way of getting a medic's attention. I look forward to you having fully recovered, my dear," His servos slowly run down his lover's side before he blows them a kiss before making his way out of the room. “Do not hurt yourself while I'm gone!” he calls back before disappearing.
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