#basically my hair gets knotted really really easily

[nickbutnodick]

wow maybe im a tad bit fucked up

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part three | r.c

summary:

“Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice suddenly all breathy. “I’m still worked up off of Monique last week. I will literally cum the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Don’t mention Moany while I have your dick in my hand.”

“Technically-”

Rafe broke off when you lifted your head, raising a brow at him.

“A’ight, precious, I didn’t say nothin’.”

OR; You and Rafe move in unfamiliar territory

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT! 18+ MDNI! p in v, oral sex (female receiving)

word count: 2,4k

author's note: uhm.... this is basically just porn. yeah. also can't believe that the first time i post rafe smut is part of this series lmaoooo. happy reading, i hope you love it <3

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pt. three: "a dwindling mercurial high"

Pulling away for a second, Rafe tugged his shirt off, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder, before his hands were already back on you, helping you out of your top and letting it drop on the floor. Even though you just lost an item of clothing, you still felt so hot, and it didn’t help that Rafe’s eyes immediately zeroed in on your chest. But before either of you could get carried too far away, you stopped, heaving breaths.

“Wait.”

“What?” Rafe asked, fingers playing with the straps of your bra, eager to take it off.

“We’re not having sex on the couch.”

He sat back, as if just realizing you were still in the living room. “Right, shit. Sorry.��

Before you could ask what he was sorry for, he looped his arm around your waist, easily picking you up and if you weren’t already wet, your panties would be drenched by now. Your legs hooked around his side, as if you had done it a million times before, clinging to him as he carried you upstairs into his bedroom. Without much ado, he tossed you on the bed, and you yelped, glaring at him.

“Is this how you treat all the girls?”

Rafe grinned at you, kneeing on the bed and tugging your shorts and panties down in one go, thumb stroking your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it,” he promised, and before you could say anything, his face was already between your legs, tongue delving between your folds.

“Fuuuuck.”

Your hands dove into his hair, nails scratching over his scalp as he ate you out, the pad of his thumb pressing onto your bundle of nerves like there was no tomorrow. God, you really missed this, missed some good oral sex, because for some reason, your exes either refused to go down on you or were terrible at it. But Rafe? Rafe was excellent. And you weren’t surprised.

Lips parted, to let out small, breathy moans, which turned into a groan when Rafe slowly pushed a finger into you.

“Shit, give a girl a warning,” you gasped out, your hips arching from the bed, but Rafe pushed it back down easily with one hand, grinning up at you.

“I did. Told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” He asked, lazily pumping his finger in and out and if you weren’t rolling your eyes out of pleasure, you’d be rolling them out of annoyance. Beads of sweat were rolling down your temple as Rafe added a second finger, your toes curling as he added a third. It didn’t take long for you to feel the warm, familiar sensation of an orgasm building in your stomach and let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to look at you, eyebrow raised.

“I’m so close Rafe,” you whined, voice breathless.

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me?”

“Just shut up and put your mouth to better use!” You huffed, pushing his head down towards your cunt. You could feel him chuckling against your skin, but he obeyed your orders anyways. He brought his mouth down, sucking on your clit, his fingers never stopped moving. You let out a gasp, feelings the knot uncoiling, so close.

“Yes, so close,” you moaned, hands dropping on the mattress, fingers curling around the bedsheets, your hips arching off the bed when your orgasm finally washed over you, Rafe’s name leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Fuck that was hot,” he muttered, licking his fingers clean like he just finished the meal of his life. You let your head fall back on the pillow, letting out a breath, your eyes fluttering close.

“Did I wear you out already?” Rafe asked, leaning up to place a rather soft kiss on your lips. You huffed, kissing him back before pulling away, peeking an eye open at him.

“Don’t ruin it by opening your mouth.”

The corner of Rafe’s mouth quirked up, and he pushed your sweaty hair out of your face. “Are you always this mean to guys you have sex with?” The way he looked at you made your cheeks heat up, despite the fact that he was just between your legs.

“No. Just you.”

Rafe opted against replying, only grinning, leaning up to reach behind your back to finally unclasp your bra, which you glad let fall off your shoulders. He didn’t waste any time to put his mouth on one of your tits, his hand on the other, kneading it gently, his fingers rolling your nipple, while his tongue laved around the other, until it turned into a stiff peak.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to show me your tits,” he said, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your chest. You let out a breathy moan, giving him a look.

“Why the fuck would I have shown you my tits?”

“Why not?”

You pushed him on the forehead gently, so he’d fall back on his back, a crease forming on his forehead, and you could tell he was not done playing with your tits, but this was your turn. Now it was you who was getting between his legs, pulling his shorts down, hand immediately palming his erection through his boxers. “Can I blow you?”

“Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice suddenly all breathy. “I’m still worked up off of Monique last week. I will literally cum the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Don’t mention Moany while I have your dick in my hand.”

“Technically-”

Rafe broke off when you lifted your head, raising a brow at him.

“A’ight, precious, I didn’t say nothin’.”

Slowly, you tugged his boxers off, not quite sure what to expect. Your jaw did drop when you saw his cock sprang free, bouncing off his abdomen.

“Shit.”

You didn’t have to look at Rafe to know he had a shit eating grin on his face, he was your best friend after all. You knew him like the backside of your hand.

“Do you have a condom?”

“In the top drawer, can’t miss it,” Rafe said and you leaned over the bed to open the drawer. “The XXL ones.”

“Oh my god, literally shut up,” you groaned, fishing a red foiled packet out of the drawer, shutting it close again. Settling back between his legs, you were about to open the foil, when you noticed the look on his face.

“What?”

Rafe only shrugged, running a hand through his hair and you gave him a look.

“Rafe, what?”

“You’re gonna yell at me.”

You followed his eyesight to the condom, before you realized what he didn’t want to say. “You want to do it without a condom?”

He shrugged again.

“Rafe, you have sex with like ten girls a week.”

“Are you slut shaming me right now, precious?” Rafe asked with a snort. “I never fuck anyone without a condom and you know I get tested regularly. And I trust you. You’re on the pill, right?”

You shifted on your knees, contemplating his suggestion. You usually had sex without condoms becuase you liked it better that way, but you were afraid that one less layer between you and Rafe would change even more between the two of you. And yes, you realized how stupid it sounded.

Rafe interpreted your silence as turning his suggestion down, wrapping his hand around your thigh. “’s fine. Let’s use a condom.”

“No, I’m good. I was just thinking,” you assured him, tossing the packaged condom on the drawer. “I trust you.”

“Are you sure?”

You tried to ignore how concerned Rafe was looking and you nodded, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Yes.”

“Shit okay,” Rafe groaned, bucking his lips a little. You gave his cock a few good pumps, anticipation building in you, before you crawled over him until you were hovering just over the tip. Rafe’s hands found their place on your waist and you felt him squeezing you as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, the both of you moaning out.

“Fuck.”

You gave yourself a second to adjust, mostly due to his sheer size, but also because you felt like you had to take a second. This was Rafe. Your best friend. For some reason, you thought this had to feel weird, but all you could think about was how right it felt.

“You good?” Rafe asked, his voice tight.

You exhaled, nodding, before started to move up and down on his cock, movement fluid from your slick and his precum, your hands leaning on his chest.

“Shit, precious.”

Your cheeks flamed, hearing the familiar nickname being used in such an unfamiliar setting with Rafe. Terrified that you were wearing your emotions on your face, you leaned further forward so he couldn’t see your face, while simultaneously giving yourself more space to move. Soon, the bedroom filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, coupled with both your and Rafe’s moans, as the two of you found your rhythm.

Rafe was right, the sex with him was amazing, because of the two of you just worked. He knew just the right moment to snap up his hips to hit the right spot as you rode him, knew how to guide your waist on his cock and when your hips started to stutter, Rafe didn’t hesitate to flip you over, laying you on your back.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” you protested breathlessly, hair fanning around his pillow. Rafe scoffed, lining up his cock, sliding in, before he pounded into you, holding into the headboard as it kept banging against the wall. Gasping, your eyes rolled back, as Rafe kept fucking into you, your eyes fluttering open when you noticed him getting closer to you, his breath hot on your face as he panted.

“You were saying?”

“Shut up,” you moaned, pulling him down to kiss him, bringing his body closer, his movements never stopping. Slowly, you could feel another orgasm build up, your toes curling. It must have shown on your face, because Rafe pinched your nipple, his cock driving in and out of you.

“You close?”

Nodding, you let out a soft moan, arching your back a little, yearning for your orgasm, even though you had just cum not that long ago,

“M’too,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. He reached down, applying pressure in circular motions against your bud with his finger, keeping fucking into you.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you whined, nails digging into his shoulders, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Rafe!”

“Can I?” he breathed out, his face contorting, and you only nodded, muttering a soft yes, before he finished inside of you, and when you felt his warm come spurt into, you reached your peak, your breath stuttering out as you came, body arching off of the mattress, before you slumped back down, exhausted. Carefully, Rafe pulled out, flopping down on the bed next to you, catching his breath.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face, glancing over to you. “Wait, let me grab a towel.”

You didn’t even have any energy to protest as Rafe got up to pad to the bathroom. Your eyes were shut as you recovered from your orgasm, before realization suddenly hit you.

You just had sex with Rafe.

Your best friend, Rafe.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rubbing your hands all over your face. It wasn’t like you regretted it per se, you just wasn’t sure if this was the smartest move to do.

It didn’t take long for Rafe to return, having put on some boxers somewhere on the way to the bathroom. He knelt down on the bed, careful to wipe the cum off of you, and you winced when he brushed over your still sensitive cunt.

“Relax, I know what I’m doing,” he said, pressing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. And he wasn’t lying. His hands were gentle as they moved over your lower body, applying soft pressure with the wet cloth where it was needed to clean you off.

“Who knew you were so gentle with your sex partners,” you teased, leaning on your elbows to watch him. Rafe’s cheeks tinged pink and he tossed the dirty towel into the hamper after he was done.

“Shut up.”

He reached over to the side to hand you his shirt, and you pulled it over your head, glancing around, eyes squinted.

“Where did you toss my panties?”

“Uh…” Rafe looked around, before pausing, picking up your panties from the floor at the end of the bed. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you snorted, putting your panties back on, before you got off the bed. Rafe watched with careful eyes, scratching his head.

“You’re seriously not still going home, are you precious?”

“Rafe,” you sighed, giving him a look. “I need to pee.”

“Right, sorry.”

You shook your head in amusement, before making your way to the bathroom, the nickname ringing in your head. As you did your business on the toilet - since you did not want to end up with an UTI - you wondered if you could get Rafe to stop calling you precious during sex. It just felt weird, like a permanent reminder that you were still just his best friend.

With the difference that you were having sex now, that is.

Flushing the toilet, you went to the sink, washing your hands and frowned at your reflection in the mirror, before calling out his name.

“Hey, can you maybe not call me precious while we’re fucking?”

He didn’t say anything and you weren’t sure if he fell asleep, so you tiptoed into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway when you saw him look at you with an odd look on his face, halfway tucked into bed.

“Why?”

You shrugged with your shoulders, feeling like he was staring you down, so you crawled under the blankets on the left side of the bed.

This? This felt like familiar territory. You had spent countless nights sleeping in the same bed as Rafe. But everything before that? Terribly unfamiliar.

“I don’t know, it’s weird.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sure precious,” he said, leaning over to the nightstand to shut the light off, basking you in darkness.

“Whatever you want.”

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author's note: thoughts?

[merowkittie]

request: “Ні!!

Im not sure if your taking requests for writing, but if you are I was wondering if you could do a Wolverine and Deadpool x S/O who is very strong but doesn't look it?

If that makes sense...

Like the S/O is very sweet and shorter than them. But she is a total powerhouse! She can easily lift extremely heavy things, or can punch really hard.

Like even harder or stronger than the them!”

@klerns-birdie

thank you for your request! since i did write something similar to this before, i tried to switch it up as best as i can, sorry it’s a bit short =]!

warnings: none / not proofread =,]

wade testing your strength:

“holy shit, peanut! that actually hurt!” wade whined and held his bicep, looking at the blossoming bruise forming, only for it to disappear in a minute.

huffing, you rolled your eyes and kissed your teeth.

prior to you punching your boyfriend in his huge biceps, he was continuously bothering you. literally riling you up because in his words,

“it just turns me on whenever you or logan are angry.”

which prompted a glare from said man, and a scoff from you since you were pretty well tempered and only got angry on missions really. so he kept poking at your arms, tickling your neck, play fighting your legs, and when he LICKED your cheek, all mercy went out of the window.

so you reeled your arm and in a flash brought it down into his arm. logan applauded you for it, saying a gruff, “atta girl.”

usually, you’d let wade or logan do whatever! you truly didn’t mind, it’s just sometimes the constant nagging (as much as you love him) gets a bit too much!

“what happened to my sweetheart??” wade asked, putting your hair that’s fallen in your face behind your ear.

“still here.. just stop bothering me so much. we can cuddle if that’s what you want?” you looked up at him, and he swore he could’ve died at that moment.

you looked so sincere and adorable with huge eyes looking up at him, and a hand tugging on his shirt.

he folded instantly into your side, mumbling a little sorry even though he didn’t really mean it.

logan also testing your strength:

unfortunately this wasn’t your fault! compared to these two hunks, you’re tiny. so of course you’re going to struggle to sleep at night with wades heavy leg and arm strewn across you.

but what really tied the knot here was the fact that logan slowly started to lay on top of you. logan, who’s skeleton was made out of metal. metal that was HEAVY.

so as soon as half of him fell on top of you, squirming as quietly and gently as you could, you tried to squeeze out of that position.

and honestly, it was working until logan threw his own arm over you to secure you in the spot you found yourself in.

both men were knocked out in dreamland, where you wanted to be but couldn’t because of the weight on top of you. at the point, you wouldn’t be surprised if you died due to lack of airflow or something!

calling for help wasn’t even a liable option because blind al would be sleeping by now since it’s damn near 1AM, wade is knocked out drooling on your neck, and logan… he sleeps like someone’s grandfather!

there was one last option, but you didn’t think you were that strong for it..

as best as you could, you turned a bit in logan’s grasp and began to pick him up as much as you could to put him to the side. you literally didn’t understand how a person could be THAT heavy. but given the fact he is basically made of adamantium that obviously explains it.

but jesus… cuddles with him just end up deadly!

after a huff and one more push, logan was off of you and you silently cheered and clapped your hands together in praise. he groaned on the side, as much as he is a heavy sleeper, he always knows when you or wade are trying to slip out of bed or move around which disrupts his sleep and causes him to wake up and glare very very menacingly at you.

"bub?" he grunted as he turned back to you, squinting in the dark.

a sheepish smile made it's way to your face and you mouthed a sorry at him. "you kind of heavy y'know.."

he just rolled his eyes at you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, cuddling up to you like a cat.

with a sigh you just thanked whoever above for your mutation because as much as it's hot to suffocate under a sexy man, no.

the end is a bit abrupt.. sorryz!! hope you enjoyed <3

[qasian-tech-support]

Last night, I offered a noncorporeal entity a chicken nugget at midnight outside of a mini dome, and despite not sleeping, I got gendered correctly all day at work (except for one rude lady from Missouri, but she doesn't count), and got slammed with the desire to have kids and be a mother

So I apparently made a blood pact with some deity, but I'm agnostic and I have no clue who I signed up with

[missexiled]

Learn To Beg

An Adam x Reader fic

Omegaverse AU

Cw - Omegaverse and just whiny Adam / Dry humping / Adam being a perv / Small blood mention / Pregnancy mention

Adam can really beg if he wants something enough

It would have been funny if not so arousing, seeing Adam on his knees. Having such a large, intimidating person, who could easily throw you around like a ragdoll, kissing your calf while begging for something, anything.

“Please, sugartits,” he whined, nuzzling into your leg, “I know you said not to, but you just smell so good.”

You told him that you would be back. It wasn’t even twenty minutes. After all the times he fucked with you, you figured it would only be fair to return the favor.

Besides, he’s the softest a few days before his rut really hits.

“Just a taste,” he tried to nudge your legs open, “please? Can’t I let you feel good?” He whined again as you pushed his head back with a laugh. He gripped your legs, almost like they were the only thing keeping him grounded, as he tried to shove his nose into your cunt.

“Adam,” he huffed, “I don’t ask much of you,” you grabbed his chin, making him look up at you. Although, the sight made you pause.

He was flushed up to his ears, the biggest pout on his face, as he basically begged you with his eyes.

“I told you to wait and what did you do?”

He groaned, hiding his face back in your lap as he took a deep inhale, “I said I was sorry.”

You narrowed your eyes as you tugged his hair up to make him look at you. You swore that you felt his hips jerk at that, kinky bastard. “What did you do?”

He grumbled, avoiding your eyes. “Either you answer me or you can go through your rut alone.”

You both knew you wouldn’t do that. Not when you already felt light headed with how good he smelled.

He kissed his teeth, “Fucking- I stole your panties again, but-”

You gave him a look.

“But you just smell so good,” he pawed at your hips, thumb rubbing circles as another squeezed under your thigh, “You know I can’t help myself. Not when you smell so fucking delicious.”

You pushed him back with your hand, applauding yourself for managing not to fold like a house of cards, “You still didn’t listen. Why should I let you do anything if you don’t listen?”

He winced at the thought, “Fuck, baby, please,” he sat back on his knees, hands massaging your lower calves, “let me make it up to you, yeah? Do whatever you want. Make you see stars.”

How the Hell did Lilith and Eve leave him?

“Just let me put my knot in ya,” he licked his teeth as he looked up at you, “just once. Just need to feel you,” he kissed along your leg, up to your thigh, “Love how well you suck me in. How you scream my-”

He paused when you pushed him down again, “Try again.”

“What?” He looked a bit dazed at the sudden change. You were horny, he was horny, it was clear. He could smell it. “Baby, what are-”

“You want it? Beg,” you tried to discreetly rub your thighs together. He noticed, but couldn’t comment on it when you told him to beg? He’s Adam. He doesn’t beg.

“C’mon, sweetness, you know you want me. Why fight it?” He tried again, smiling sweetly as he inched closer. Only to be, of course, pushed down.

Again.

God, he was going crazy. He was drowning in your scent and he knew you needed him just as bad so why won’t you just let him fuck you? He whined, “Baby, what do you want?”

You cupped his cheek, leaning over to get close, “I want you to beg. Or you can jerk off in the shower,” you shrugged as you leaned back, Adam following you like a puppy.

He froze at the thought, his scent souring, “Okay, okay,” he bent over more, his head on your knees, “please. I just- Fuck, babe, I need you. Need to smell you. Smell how good you taste. How tight you are. Need to feel you,” he babbled as his nose followed the scent to your leggings, something he wished were gone so he could smell you from the source.

“I can’t think of anything right now, shit. Smell too good. You getting close to your heat, yeah? I could help. Wanna help,” he kissed along your thighs, leading to your crotch, “Could make you see Heaven, baby. I’d make you feel so good. You’d look so pretty, so perfect,” he whined as you shifted, your knee pressing into his groin.

He didn’t even notice that you were a flustered mess. Having him basically dig at your leggings while mumbling about how bad he needed you as he absently ground on your leg. Your scent making his mind muddled.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he whined, “Let me make you feel good,” he licked up where your cunt would have been, nipping at the cloth in frustration. His scent softened as he tried to convince you.

Your head fell back as you sighed, “Go ahead,” you patted his head before letting out an undignified squeak as he pulled you to him by your thighs.

“Thank fuck,” he pulled you in for a harsh kiss before kissing down on your neck, only barely missing your scent gland, biting at your pulse. “ ‘m not made for that begging shit. Made to make you feel good.” He mumbled on as he kissed and nipped at you. His hands tugged at your leggings as he pulled them off, pausing only for a second to glare at them as if they personally attacked him. “Just gotta get you out of this,” he peppered you in kisses.

Moving from your neck, to your breasts, then to your hips, he left a trail of marks. “You’re so cruel to me, you know?” He kissed your core before pausing to take a deep breath, “So fucking cruel.”

You held his hair, trying to keep your composure, and, of course, failing. “You- Fuck, you didn’t listen. Only get to if you’re good.”

He scoffed, “You’re mine. I should get to whenever I want,” he licked up, shuddering at the taste. “But you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy and mad,” he mumbled something else as he started to eat at you, pressing open mouthed kisses as he savored just how delicious you tasted.

The room was heavy with both of your scents, the sound of him messily making out with your lower half filled the room, followed by your soft moans as you bit your finger. One hand grabbed your butt, keeping you in place while the other raked down your thighs to keep you from crushing his head. Not that he would mind, but he needed to breathe if he was going to fuck to later.

“Right there, please,” you whined, tugging at his hair. A low growl filled the room as he went back to eating you out, not wanting to be distracted. The vibrations sent a shiver down your spine, “So- So good for me. Feels so good. ‘m close. There- Fuck, right there.”

“Yeah? Gonna drown me in your scent? God, I hope you fucking do. Best way to die,” he mumbled as his hand found your clit, rubbing in circles as you tighten your grip on his hair.

You nodded absently, “Yeah, please, there. So close, I-” you let out a whiny moan as he continued to go at you, the overstimulation stinging.

“So pretty. Such a pretty, pretty girl, yeah? Gonna let me knot you?” He licked up as much as he could before moving up to kiss you, “Gonna let me mark you? Gotta show everyone who you belong to.”

You sighed, “Please.”

He grinned as he pulled down his shorts, not even needing to do anything because just hearing your pretty sounds was enough to get him hard. “Thank fuck,” he rubbed himself against your slick, “Been wanting you all day. Need that sweet puss, can’t fucking live without it.”

He pushed himself in with a smooth motion, groaning at just how tight you were, “Fuck, babe,” he let out a laugh to hide his moan, “trying to squeeze me? Shit.”

You whined at the overstimulation, not sure if it hurt or if it-

Yeah, no, you decided it felt good as soon as he started to thrust into you at a steady pace. He bit at your shoulder, drawing a bit of blood before kissing it, “So fucking tight. Just for me. Only ever me, right, babe?” You mindlessly nodded. He laughed at your expression, “Hardly started and you-” he paused as he let out a groan, “you’re… fuck, you…”

He huffed as he flipped you over as you huffed, pulling your legs down to the edge of the bed as he stood, “Gotta make sure you get it all. Gonna knot you real tight and good.” He pressed kisses up your spine, giving you goosebumps. He tried to hide his moans behind low growls, but you could hear the whininess behind them.

“So fucking pretty, aren’t ya? How’d I get so lucky?” He mumbled praises as he grabbed your hips with one hand, the other pinning your upper back into the mattress. “Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. All f’me, yeah?”

You didn’t answer, too fucked out from the overstimulation and, maybe, having your face shoved into the blankets. Adam clearly didn’t like that as he slowed, “Answer me when I talk to you, bitch.” He bent down, giving you a harsh thrust with each word, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you mumbled, tears pricking your eyes, “You. All yours.”

Adam softly laughed at your response, “Good girl. Now,” he sped back up, “you’re gonna take my knot, aren’t ya? Gonna be my breeding bitch? Fuck, you’d be so hot, all full of my cum. Too much so I’ll have to fuck it back into your sweet cunt. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

He groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he started to lose himself, “So fucking pretty. All round, full of my kids. My pretty little wife. You’d be so good for me. I’d be good for you. Take care of ya. Keep you happy,” he groaned at a harsh thrust, “keep you full.”

He babbled on, his thrusts losing its rhythm as he muttered sweet praises into your neck, licking and nipping at your pulse. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so deep inside ya that you can’t help but get pregnant. You wouldn’t mind, right? You love taking me, your sweet cunt says so with how much you’re sucking me in. Want my knot?”

You helplessly nodded, whining as you could hardly think of a coherent sentence, “Please.

“Then,” he hissed, “fucking take it,” he pushed himself as far as he could, giving a few more shallow thrusts as he rode your orgasms out. His head fell to your shoulder as he peppered your neck and jaw with soft kisses. He sighed, relaxing into you as his rut-obsessed brain quieted down.

Although, you knew it wasn’t the end when his dick was still hard and he smirked as he nipped your neck.

[awriternamedart]

a collection of my middle aged man yaoi sampard headcanons -

Sampo has poliosis, a condition that can cause premature greying in areas on the scalp.

Gepard has lots of facial and body hair but it grows slowly because of their cold enviroment. His beard is a stopwatch for how long hes been on the frontlines that time around as he only gets to shave when hes at his home/stationed in the city.

Sampo has a few beauty marks n moles ! mostly on his back and shoulders.

Gepard has freckles! All the Landaus do!

Once Gepard scared the ever living shit out of Sampo because the Landaus have reflective eyes. So Sampo just saw two blue dots in his bedroom once and nearly fell out the window he climbed in through.

Gepard has piercings! Two simple lobe piercings, he only wears them when hes on break. (so like, never.) Serval pierced them for him when they were teenagers so its a little botched but he does his best to take care of them because their a fond memory of his sister. (He also owns a pair of studs for each of his sisters - a snowflake set for Lynx, and a music note set for Serval. Otherwise, simple black studs.)

Sampo has sideburns!! He tends to keep them trimmed well , since his appearence is a huge part of the show. Hes incredibly meticulous down to the last detail in order to sell it, and can spend up to two hours every morning making sure hes ready for the stage .

Gepard is an amputee. I need to update my arm lore doc but basic gist - his gauntlet is a prosthetic used to trap Fragmentum in his arm nub and uses that Fragmentum as a powersource for the Geomarrow to bounce off of and create the ice and mist he uses in battle. He still deals with phantom pain but most of the time it is soothed with his prosthetic - though it can still flare up horribly when overused.

Sampos really weak to being kissed on the nape of his neck, right where his hair is. Hes not quite sure why.

Gepards easy to blush but inCREDIBLY hard to fluster. Hes so used to keeping himself in check and in control that to catch him in any form of stupor is rare.

Related - Gepard struggles immensely when hes out of control of a situation and someone he is unfamiliar with or doesnt trust holds power over it. Hes so used to being in charge and being looked to and only having those he trusts as peers or over him in the power system that being thrown into that situation crawls under his skin in a /neg way. Physical vulnerabilty is also not easy and very stressful.

Quite the opposite for Sampo - emotional vulnerabilty ties this guy in KNOTS. Hes pretty open to touch (once your on his trust list and ONLY if your on the trust list) but youll have to drag him kicking and screaming if you want a glimpse at his actual thoughts.

also Sampo has a wheezy hyena laugh.

Gepard only has only one or two potted plants he tried to use as motivation to go home more often- it was a suggestion from Pela. But uh, yeah it didnt work. Hes a great cook though!

On the other hand- do not let Sampo within 5 meters of a kitchen. For your sake and his. (hes not that bad and can make enough to get by- but it really .. does not taste great ...)

Sampos not entirely sure how old he is, but Natasha figured he was somewhere in his late twenties early thirties when he arrived on Jarilo and hes kinda been rolling with that ever since.

Gepard overheats really easily when he gets off planet eventually. Like it is bad how easily he gets heatstroke.

Sampo uses his blades to pick at his teeth sometimes. Both Natasha and Gepard hate this .

Gepard has a nasty resting bitch face. Hes learned to be able to nullify it a little bit but when hes tired it drops back to usual and makes it look likes constantly about to murder someone.

On the plus side, this control over his expression means he plays a nasty game of poker! (or whatever the Jarilo 6 counterpart of poker is)

Sampo has on more then one occassion forgot that he has the ability to neutralize most of Belobogs cold and has wandered outside without his jacket. Many people looked at him like he was insane.

Gepard always cuts the sleeve right above his gauntlet implant and sews a new hem to keep it from getting caught in machinery.

Hook called Sampo Gramps once. He never recovered.

Gepards hair is slowly turning brown instead of greying! Sampo is infact, salty about this.

Gepard has three majorly noticable scars. He has frostburn on his flesh hand that wind up his arm, he has Fragmentum cracks that wind up his opposite shoulder (amputated arm)(inactive so it looks like scar tissue or a lightning scar rather then black or gold) , and an impact scar/explosion scar across his lower back. Other minor scars are shrapnel cuts and his knuckles being scarred from being a fistfighter. Also his nose is slightly crooked.

Sampo has done a damn good job at making sure he looks the part of the shifty businessman but he has a few marks of his own. Being an Emanator means he heals quickly- and can mask any scars and injuries he gets with relative ease - but he prefers to not rely on this aspect. His biggest scar is an ugly blade cut into his right shoulderblade, and its only so prominant because it struggled to heal properly.

Sampo is shorter the Natasha! Natasha is just tall !! She is shorter then Gepard who is the tallest among the Belobog cast but shes second.

In order of tallest to shortest of Belobog adults its - Gepard, Natasha, Sampo, Serval, Luka, Bronya, Seele. Sorry Seele.

The Landau eye color and color crest is so recognizable in Belobog that that shade of blue is called Landau Blue.

When Sampo has a difficult time sleeping, he wordlessly buries his face into Gepards neck, who simply begins to hum if hes also awake.

Gepard is a light sleeper- he wakes up very easily. Sampo is not. Gepard has had to fight an extremely sleepy Sampo to get up in the morning more times then he can count.

Gepard actually does have a good singing voice, its just that he has poor discipline and tries to match Servals octave. Which is. Way to high. He also has good rhythm!

This does not mean he is a good dancer.

He can get through on dancing, it being part of his upbringing and studies growing up, but he can only do what steps he knows. Any improv and he falters.

Sampo has in fact trust falled on Gepard multiple times. Once at Bronya and Seeles wedding. He basically forced Gepard to dip him.

Gepard is actually incredibly sassy. Its just that hes awful at inflection and everything comes across as matter-of-fact or dry as fuck. That, and he only dares to sass Serval most of the time- theres not many other people hes comfortable enough with to let loose that much.

When it comes to fishing out back alley deals, few are more knowledgable than Sampo. Even before the Trailblazers, Sampo and Gepard had an under the table deal where if Gepard was unable to crack a case alone, he could get information off Sampo in exchange for supplies and shield. He was not happy about this deal but he deemed it a necessity- for the sake of Belobogs safety.

Sampo would and still does anonymously tip the Guards off on major crimes that could severely impact Belobogs already fragile economy. Hes no saint , but he has his personal morals and he sticks to them.

Gepard had many sharp teef , lil fangies even ! but theyve been worn down over time.

Sampo also has lil sharp teef ! his are more snake fang like tho, thinner.

[svnnyd4ys]

The Leftenmost Window characters in a (modern) British school

(this is based off of my school, so yk might not be accurate for everywhere ofc)

SALLY XAVIER - she is one of the netball girls (PE teachers love her) - "You going shops at break?" - in year 10 (9th grade) - took PE, Food Tech, Art and Geography GCSE (a lot of coursework) - she and her netball gang basically occupy one of the girl's bathrooms in the geography block every break and lunch - very good at maths/sciences, doesn't try but still manages to get good results, so even when she isn't paying attention, the teachers don't really get mad at her - has about 5 Victoria's Secret or So...? body sprays in her bag at all times - always accidentally leaves her food tech ingredients at home - always gets called Samantha by teachers (even though they don't really look *that* similar) - nice when she's not with her netball friends, but will ignore you if she is - spends a lot of time in her head of years office because she gets overwhelmed by everything very easily, and her HOY is her biggest support system - her school tie is criminally bad (it starts off good but as soon as she gets into the school building, she gets 'swot-knotted' and gives up) and she never wears her blazer

SAMANTHA XAVIER - used to be a netball girl, but quit in year 11 (unlike Sally, she wasn't close with the people on her netball team) - "Who took my lanyard?" - in year 13 (final year of high school) - took English Literature, English Language and Biology for her A-Levels - suffers from migraines and spends a lot of her time in the medical office/listening services because they're the quietest places in school - building on that, she has an LSS pass which means she can take breaks from lesson if she needs and the teachers aren't allowed to stop her - passed all of her GCSEs apart from German (she took Computer Science, German, Drama and PE) - has been going out with Egbert since year 10, because they were in the same GCSE Drama group - pretends not to know Sally in the hallways, but will go into Sally's classrooms to drop off bags and any books that she forgot by loudly announcing it and embarrassing her - applied to be head girl, but got rejected because of her attendance - has at least 5 hair bobbles on her person at all time, because her biology teacher gives them a lot of practicals and goes mad if you don't tie your hair back - absolutely despises assemblies

EGBERT BABB-DAILEY - used to be a roadman, but pulled his act together at the end of year 11 and managed to pass all of his GCSEs (everybody was very proud of him) - "You're actually such a beg." - in year 13 and took German, Maths and Economics A-levels - student librarian because he feels bad for the amount of chaos he used to cause to the actual librarians - his teachers chose his GCSEs for him, because he really just didn't care and got good grades in everything anyways (ended up in RE, Drama, German and Triple Science) - pushes in line in the canteen because he's a sixth former and therefore priority /hj (the teachers love him, so he doesn't get in trouble) - gets in trouble for being on his phone in the lower school - has at least 5 hair bobbles of Samantha's all the time, just in case she loses hers - his mum is an ICT teacher so he always goes and hangs out in her classroom - lives next door to Peter Stephen and is always late because he has to walk Peter to school, and Peter is always late

ALEXANDER XAVIER - Economics/Woodwork teacher and year 8 tutor - "If you swing on that chair you'll fall backwards and smash your head open. I saw it happen!" - strict, but most of the students love him - when he has to give an assembly, he mysteriously goes off sick - whenever Egbert comes over to see Samantha, it turns into a tutoring session - never immediately tells people the answers, and will stare at them until they at least say something - comes into school very early to set things up, and Sally usually goes in earlier with him

THOMASIN XAVIER - part time drama teacher (has dizzy spells which means she has to take time out) - "Uh, girls! This isn't a salon!" - loved by students who have her for A-Level/GCSE but those who only have her because they're forced to despise her lessons - lets you eat in her class as long as you have brought enough for everyone and are actually doing work (she will check) - takes note of which students are comfortable performing vs those who aren't and acts accordingly - comes into school later than her husband, and Samantha drives her in

[goqmir]

if u wanna fantasize about having awesome sex with my ocs (of which i have like two and theyre basically my fursonas) heres a lil overview of the sex youd be having below the cut. this is like not a joke this is serious business im talking about real fantasy furry sex in there okay this is not like a joke setup.

yoshi fursona will give you insane head. that tongue game will blur your vision. she likes pets on the snout and getting her hair pulled, and the spines are an erogenous zone. she has a dick of like moderate size and i like to imagine she has some sort of knot situation down there cuz i think those are really swag. she loves getting railed so much and if you cum inside her it will start forming a big hardshell yoshi egg in her thats ready to be laid in only like two hours or so. laying yoshi eggs feels really fucking good btw. however notably if you put a plug in her butt the eggs will not come out and she'll stay pregnant until the plug comes out so you could easily torment her with that (she thinks thats really hot and cool)

for the pooltoy version of yoshi fursona its a little more up in the air. you could imagine it having a dick similar to non-pooltoy version and like a hole you can rail too. i think generally pooltoy yoshi has no dick or anything but it does have a cute little built in hole under its tail you can absolutely rail. and maybe that hole has like an opening in the back you can undo to fill the pooltoy with your cum if u wanted. alternatively one could imagine no parts of the pooltoy are built for sex and it just paws u off and squeakily moans when you grab its handles. this one is up to viewer interpretation. i encourage you to think of awesome and weird sex you can have with pooltoy yoshi :D it has big useless paws and the nozzle you fill her with air with is so sensitive. and it enjoys being filled with interesting liquids other than air. and loves being objectified.

my rubbersuited fox oc i kind of like to think of as my fursona for when im a boy (in comparison to yoshi who is very girly). so far ive only drawn this sona once and its pretty new but its very cute <3 its rubber suit covers everything but its eyes so theres no holes directly here. however, one thing that is fun to fantasize about is like.... some sort of small portal device built into the rubber suit? so you can rail it even through the permanent rubber suit (and even like. remotely :3). it cant talk and theres no way to interact with its mouth but it will squeak so much when you fuck it. it wears a big green cloak that tends to obscure its rubbery body but underneath it has cute squeaky boobs and maybe like a cute rubbery bulge you can toy with. and it has a really big rubber tail behind it. and its an expert in archery and firearm combat which isnt necessarily sexual but is really hot

[happily-wretched]

Midnight Snack <33

wtf, I literally just wrote a story with the same characters (Mark & Vincent). I kinda just use them as “bases” in case idk what character to use, or what character to make. So they can be in many different scenarios, they really have no exact story. I guess u could call them my little mascots :))

Anyway, this one is a more laidback version than the last one (oh jeez the last one) and has a more… realistic vibe to it. I’m honestly more into these, where you can practically relate to the whole scenario, and almost pinpoint a memory of this occurring to you. Umm, there is still NSFW content on this, but not as bad…….! I promise

Btw, this is kinda late, but here is some basic description on the characters themselves:

Mark:

• Nationality: British/Englishman and American + mild British accent

• Hair: Brown and loose

•Eyes: Green

•Age: 27

•Basic personality traits: Bit awkward, adventurous, polite, friendly, intelligent, and respectful, brave when he needs to be

Vincent:

•Nationality: British/Englishman + stronger accent

•Hair: Black and fluffy yet neat

•Eyes: Blue

•Age: 28

•Basic personality traits: Considerate (bit too much), very polite, extremely loving (only for Mark), easily amused, severely intelligent, can simply be intimidating if he desires

(Maybe I’ll draw them for better explanation)

Anyhoo, back to the story

Caution, this includes: Hunger (is satiated), lack of eating, exhaustion from starvation, arousal from hunger, masterbating to hunger, sex while hungry, fingering, prolonged starvation, mild teasing

It was another long, grueling day at the office. Mark had been stuck at his desk well past 5pm, as was becoming a regular occurrence lately. His stomach had been growling incessantly for hours, but there was just so much work to do. Finally, at nearly 10pm, he was able to pack up and head home, utterly exhausted and famished. 

The drive home was torture, his empty belly churning and rumbling the entire way. By the time he pulled into his driveway, it felt like his stomach was eating itself. Mark dragged himself out of the car and trudged up to his front door. As soon as he stepped inside, the growls from his midsection amplified, as if relieved to finally be home after such a long, arduous day.

rrrmmmmmhggglll

"Alright, alright, I'm home," Mark grumbled at his riotous stomach. "Let's see what meager rations we can scrounge up at this hour."

He flipped on the light and peeked into the fridge and cabinets. A few sad leftovers and some stale crackers was the best he could find. Mark sighed, knowing it would have to do. His stomach gurgled its protests but he ignored it, too burnt out to care. 

After a quick, unsatisfying snack, Mark decided he was too tired to do anything but collapse into bed. As he stripped out of his clothes, his stomach let out an especially loud, high-pitched whine. Mark patted his belly. "I know, buddy. We'll get some real food in the morning. Just try to quiet down and let me sleep."

He climbed into bed and closed his eyes, feeling the rumbling vibrations of his famished gut. It was a weirdly pleasant sensation, like having a little angry beast trapped inside him. Brushing it off, he grabbed his phone and put on white noise, to help him sleep. Eventually, Mark drifted off to sleep, his stomach still grumbling softly.

A few hours later, a loud sound from his phone startled Mark awake. He groggily reached for it, realizing it was a video that had ended and launched into something else, something much more obnoxious. As he sat up and rubbed his eyes, his stomach let out a massive, groaning growl. 

RRRRMMGGGGGGOORRRrrrrllRrr—rrrrmmmrr..

"Fuck..." he muttered, feeling the ache in his hollow belly. He rubbed his taut abs, which clenched and released, rippling slightly. Another loud rumble emanated from his stomach, followed by an uncomfortable high-pitched squeal. It felt like his stomach was twisted into agonized knots.

RRRRRUUMMMGGLLLllllrrrr…fiiiittTTTTZZZZZZzzzz

"Yeah, yeah... You're so damn loud, I get it," Mark grumbled to his noisy gut as he climbed out of bed. He shuffled to the bathroom, feeling lightheaded, his stomach audibly growling with each step. 

Rrrmm…ggrrrmmm…rr..

After relieving himself, Mark caught his reflection in the mirror - haggard, skinny, eyes bloodshot. His stomach let out another deep, groaning whine as he poked at it curiously, marveling at how sunken in he seemed. Mark sighed heavily. There was no satiating food in the house, and it was far too late to go out. He'd have to tough it out until morning.

As he turned away from the mirror, Mark paused. His stomach had been giving him all these strange, conflicting sensations - the grumbling vibrations, the nauseous knots, the aching emptiness. It was an intense, almost erotic feeling. Mark felt a stirring in his groin.

"I shouldn't..." he murmured, but his hand drifted down to his crotch regardless. He rubbed himself slowly as he listened to his stomach's deep rumbles, feeling them reverberate through his body. It was wrong, it was weird, but God it felt good.

Just as Mark's breathing quickened, he suddenly heard a voice from the doorway.

"Rough night?"

Mark nearly jumped out of his skin, snatching his hand away guiltily. He whirled around to see his boyfriend Vincent lounging in the doorframe, looking at him with concern.

"Hey babe, sorry... I was just so hungry… my stomach.. it woke me up," Mark mumbled, flushing. "I didn't mean to disturb you..."

Vincent pushed off the doorframe and came over, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist. "Mmm, you did more than disturb me. C'mere..."

He captured Mark's lips in a deep, loving kiss. Mark groaned into it, draping his arms over Vincent's shoulders as he pulled him flush against his body. Vincent's hands roamed down to Mark's ass, grabbing and kneading. Vincent was always like this when Mark was gone for even a little too long. He’d touch and love like he’ll never see him again. Mark's cock hardened rapidly against his stomach, which let out another long, rumbling growl.

RRRRRMMMGGGRROOORRRrrrr….

Vincent pulled back slightly, a grin playing on his lips as he felt the vibrations against his body. "Someone's hungry," he teased, rubbing Mark's concave belly.

Mark flushed more deeply, embarrassed by how loud and desperate his stomach sounded. "I haven't had anything since lunch," he admitted sheepishly.

"Well then, let's get you back to bed, shall we? I'll make it up to you, I promise," Vincent purred, nuzzling into Mark's neck.

Mark shivered at the promise in his voice. He let Vincent guide him back to the bedroom, crawling under the covers with him. Vincent wrapped himself around Mark's back, spooning him tightly against his body. 

As Mark lay there, he could feel every rumble and gurgle of his stomach vibrate through his entire torso. Vincent's fingers played over the taut, concave surface, gently massaging.

"Poor baby, so empty," Vincent cooed, dotting soft kisses along Mark's bare shoulder. He could feel how his touch made Mark shiver, his cock twitching against his thigh. "Tell me how hungry you are."

Mark swallowed, his mouth dry. "I...I'm starving," he admitted quietly. "It feels like I'm being eaten alive from the inside out."

"Mmm, I can hear that," Vincent murmured, running his nose along the shell of Mark's ear. "Your belly is so loud and demanding. It's almost like it wants attention."

Mark's face burned with embarrassment but he couldn't deny the truth of Vincent's words. His stomach growled again and he whimpered.

GRRMMGGULLLllrr…

"I know, I know," Vincent soothed, rubbing his stomach in lazy circles. "We'll get you all stuffed and full in the morning. But for now..."

He rolled Mark over to face him, hitching one of Mark's thighs over his hip. Mark gasped as he felt Vincent's erection rubbing against his own, still half-hard. Vincent captured his lips again, kissing him deeply. His hands drifted down Mark's sides, mapping his ribs, his concave belly, his hipbones.

Mark moaned into the kiss, his stomach rumbling and gurgling between them. Vincent swallowed the sound, plundering Mark's mouth with his tongue. Mark could feel his cock hardening again, straining against his stomach.

Vincent broke the kiss, panting. "God, you're so sexy like this," he rasped, drinking in the sight of Mark's wanton, needy face. "All debauched and desperate..."

"I'm not desperate," Mark protested weakly, even as his stomach gave a loud, painful sounding groan.

WWWRRRUMMBBLLLLGGRRrrr…

"Oh yes you are," Vincent purred, trailing his fingers down Mark's chest and along the ridges of his stomach. He could feel it clenching and fluttering under his touch, the muscle tone drastically defined from Mark's emptiness. 

Mark shuddered, his cock throbbing achingly now. Vincent wrapped a hand around it, giving a few slow pumps. Mark's head fell back with a strangled moan.

"Please," he gasped out, grinding into Vincent's touch. "I need..."

"I know," Vincent breathed, his own voice rough with want. He turned Mark onto his back and settled between his splayed thighs. Mark's stomach let out a shrill, high-pitched gurgle, the sound waves making his entire torso vibrate.

Vincent leaned down and placed a tender kiss to the center of Mark's concave belly. Mark whimpered, his body arching off the bed. Vincent licked a slow stripe up his belly, over his ribs, and up his sternum. Mark's skin prickled with goosebumps, his nipples pebbling under Vincent's wandering mouth.

Vincent made his way up Mark's neck to his lips, kissing him languidly as they began to rut together. Mark's stomach gurgled and whined with each roll of their hips, the sensations only heightening his desperate arousal.

After long moments of slow, deep kissing and grinding, Vincent reached over to the nightstand and fumbled for the lube. He slicked his fingers and circled Mark's tight entrance, teasing, before slowly breaching him.

Mark keened, his back bowing as Vincent worked him open. His stomach fluttered and growled, almost as if it was feeding off his pleasure. Vincent paused, looking down at Mark with concern.

"You okay, baby?" he checked.

Mark nodded, too breathless to speak. His stomach let out a low, gurgling moan as if it was trying to communicate something. Vincent smirked and started to move, sliding carefully into Mark's tight heat.

Mark nearly screamed, his head tossing on the pillow. Vincent set a tempo that had them rocking together, Mark's empty stomach gurgling with each deep thrust. It was a little painful, his body not used to going this long without food, but the pleasure overrode it.

Vincent kissed him messily as he snapped his hips, occasionally trailing fingers over Mark's concave belly. He could feel it twist and contract around his touch, could hear the sounds of hunger emanating from deep within it. It was intoxicating.

"I can feel your stomach," Vincent panted against Mark's lips. "It's so loud. Like it's hungry for more..."

Mark whined, his hands scrabbling over Vincent's back. His stomach let out a massive, groaning growl of assent, his body shuddering with the force of it. Vincent groaned in response, thrusting harder.

GRRRRRROOORRRGLLLLLRRRRRMMMRRRrrrrr…

They rocked together, lost in the slick slide of their bodies and the sounds of Mark's desperate stomach. The world narrowed down to this dance of pleasure and pain, hunger and satisfaction. 

Mark's belly let out a high-pitched squeal along with a bellowing roar, choppy and frantic sounding. He could feel his orgasm building, coiling tight in his gut alongside the gnawing emptiness. His hands flew to his stomach, rubbing frantically as his thighs began to tremble.

"Ah! Ah! I'm gonna-" Mark gasped out, his words cut off by a strangled cry as he came. His stomach let out a massive, gurgling groan, the vibrations almost violent as his cock pulsed over his fingers.

GGRRUUUUGGLLLEEGGLLL…

Vincent followed him over the edge with a low moan, spilling himself deep inside Mark's fluttering heat. He collapsed against Mark's chest, both of them gasping for air. Mark's stomach let out a few last tired gurgles before falling silent.

gurgglll.. wmmm… Rrrr…

They lay there for long moments, sweat cooling on their skin, hearts gradually steadying. Finally, Vincent heaved himself up and took Mark's face in his hands.

"God, that was hot," he said, eyes roaming over Mark's face. "You okay? I didn't hurt you?"

Mark shook his head tiredly. "Nngh. I'm better than okay. That was..."

He trailed off, searching for words. Vincent leaned down and kissed him softly, tenderly.

"Shhh, I know. Sleep now, love. I'll take care of you in the morning," he murmured, carefully disentangling their bodies and rolling to the side. He pulled Mark's back against his chest, draping an arm over his waist.

Mark immediately started to doze, his stomach already quieter now that he'd been satisfied in other ways. He felt safe, cherished, as Vincent's arms encircled him.

As he drifted off, Mark's last thought was that as much as his body craved food, his heart craved this. Craved Vincent's comforting presence, his tender care. Everything else could wait. For now, he was content.

~~~~

The next morning, Mark cracked his eyes open groggily, disoriented. Then his stomach let out a massive, agonized growl and it all came rushing back - the events of the night before, the pleasure and the pain. He rolled over to find Vincent's side of the bed empty.

RRRRRRRMMMMGGULLLLLL

He stumbled out of bed, feeling dizzy and unsteady on his feet. In the kitchen, he found Vincent already up and cooking. The scent of bacon and eggs made Mark's stomach clench and whimper.

"Morning sleepyhead," Vincent greeted him cheerfully, turning to pull him into a hug. "Ready for some food, I bet?"

Mark could only groan in response, clutching at his stomach as it gurgled and whined. Vincent chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I thought you might be. Sit, I've got you."

Mark collapsed into a chair, kneading his concave belly as he watched Vincent work. His stomach growled and rumbled audibly the entire time, as if impatient for the meal. Vincent shot him amused glances over his shoulder.

"Almost ready, baby. Just hold on a bit longer," he cooed.

Finally, Vincent set a heaping plate of food in front of Mark. The sight and smell made Mark's stomach lurch, a massive gurgle emanating from it. Vincent laughed and sat down across from him.

"Go on, dig in. I know you must be famished after last night," he said meaningfully, eyes twinkling.

Mark blushed but wasted no time scooping up a forkful of eggs. The first bite exploded across his tongue and he let out a low moan, his stomach letting out an answering groan of anticipation.

Ggrrrrmmmgulll

He ate ravenously, shoveling food in his mouth until his cheeks bulged. His stomach gurgled and rumbled constantly, the sounds mixing with the wet smacking of his eating. Vincent watched him with an indulgent smile, occasionally reaching over to press a tender kiss to his cheek.

Mark finished off the last bite and set his fork down with a satisfied sigh. His stomach let out a full, contented little burble and he rubbed it happily.

Bbburrrrrrggull

"Thanks babe," he said, leaning over to kiss Vincent cheekily. "You're a lifesaver."

"I know," Vincent said smugly, pulling Mark close. "Now, what else can I do for you? Anything else I can fill up?"

Mark shivered at the suggestive promise in his voice, feeling stirrings of renewed want. His stomach gurgled, as if in interest.

gurrgglll

"Oh I can think of a few things," Mark purred, already knowing they'd end up back in bed for round two.

But first, he wanted to savor this moment - him and Vincent, sated and happy, safe and together. Everything else could wait. For now, he was exactly where he needed to be.

UGHHHH, I suck at writing sounds. I know it’s ass, it’s my first time :(

[elisalsaa]

A Taste of Forever

The married life one-shot for Seblisa is complete!! <3

This is sometime after Sebastian and Elisa get married and are settled into their little home (before little Sadie is born) and she is baking cookies he likes when he gets home.

Basically, they are very soft for each other and very down bad fufeifu MDNI pls its a smidgen of spicy

THANK YOU to @whalesongsblog and @amethystandemma for beta reading for me!! <3 it meant the world to me!! <3

The pattering sound of rain against the windows of the cottage reverberated around the walls, accompanied by gentle and quiet singing. The cottage smelled of fresh baked cookies and warm fire from the fireplace as it quietly crackled. Sebastian instantly felt the weight of his day melt away at the sight of his sweet wife, who had not yet noticed he had come home, merrily baking in their little kitchen as she gently sang a pretty song she loved. 

She had a little flour dusted apron on, and her hair was tied back leaving just some loose curls to frame her face. He smiled to himself as he took in the welcoming scent, and view. She got home earlier than he did, so she would often occupy her time with one of her hobbies. This, admittedly, had to be one of his favorite hobbies of hers, though—he quite enjoyed her baked goods.

Sebastian carefully took his wet shoes off, silent as a grave, and slowly snuck in. He skulked up behind her, the sound of her humming growing closer as she slowly swayed her head to her own offbeat tune. She was preparing the next sheet of cookies so she could use the last of the homemade mixture—methodically placing each spoon of soft gooey dough a certain length apart from the other in proper alignment, as she prepared to plop the last dollop down. Once he saw the dough drop and the satisfied bob of her head, he reached out and wrapped her up in his arms, causing her to jump.

“I’m home!” He announced as she yelped in surprise, quickly relaxing at his touch once she processed who she heard.

“Sebastian! You scared me!” She chastised. “I can’t believe I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Neither can I, darling." He laughed, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss to her temple as he held her at her waist. “It smells divine in here. Are those pecans?” He asked quietly as he rested his cheek against her head.

“Yes, it is a new recipe.” she said, smiling as her hands found his arms, gently rubbing her thumb over them.

“You despise nuts, why are you baking with them?”

“Well, I remembered you really liking this one cookie that had pecans in it, so I figured I would learn how to bake with them. I made them for you.”

“Did you, now?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. “But you aren’t going to eat any then, love.”

“That is quite alright. I just wanted to make them for you, brighten up an otherwise rainy day.” She smiled as she pried his hands away in order to turn to face him, before reaching to untie the apron knot behind her so she could slip it over her head and put it on the counter.

Sebastian stepped forward and leaned into her, causing her back to be gently pressed against the counter, speaking in a lower yet playful tone. “You know, when we were in sixth year and you baked for me, and only for me, might I add, was when I started to feel like you had fallen for my irrefutable charms.”

She laughed softly. “Oh, really? Is that so?” she comfortably rested her hands against his chest.

"Mhm,” he grinned. “Of course, the cute little note helped me decide on that, as well. Helpless against me, you were. In fact, you still are, considering you took my last name.”

Elisa tilted her head, placing a finger against her lips as if deep in thought. Then, with a goofy grin, she reached behind her, dabbed her finger in some leftover flour she had in a measuring cup, and smushed that finger against his nose.

Sebastian recoiled slightly, blinking as the realization set in. "Oh, you little—"

Elisa squealed as he moved his hands under her thighs, easily hoisting her onto the counter and trapping her there with his hands braced on either side of her. "You really think you can get away with that?" he asked, smiling at her.

She let out a giggle of pure joy before responding in the most sweet tone she could muster. “Yes, I do.”

Sebastian let out a huff, pretending to be exasperated before leaning in, nudging his nose, flour and all, against hers. "Well, unfortunately for me, you are correct." he mumbled against her lips.

"I know, I tend to be." she whispered back in between laughter, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

As he finally leaned in to press his lips against hers, the sugary and sweet taste of the dough filled their senses. She let out a satisfied hum as she kissed him back. It began very tender, but they found each peck growing more fervent. Even though he had just been at work, he always missed her very much—it was like moving in together only made it more difficult to be away, and coming home to her was something he looked forward to every day without fail. The way he would kiss her after returning home always made her stomach flutter like they were back in school again, always intoxicating.

The discordant chime of the clock on the wall made Elisa pull back. “Ah, the time! This is when the first batch should be ready.” She said, still holding her arms around his neck as her head turned to the Dutch oven, face a little flushed.

Sebastian groaned dramatically. “Alright, you stay right there, I’ll pull them out. I’m not done with you yet.” He teased as he unwillingly backed away from her.

“Okay, thank you.” She laughed, slightly kicking her legs as she sat. She reached for a smaller bowl with remnants of dough that hadn’t yet been defiled by pecans and grabbed the spoon from it, licking the dough off.

Sebastian pulled the sheet of perfectly baked treats from the oven and placed it, taking the oven mitts off his hands. “Alright, I say we do the other batch later—” but he paused in his tracks as he noticed her—oh, she was taking her sweet time eating the dough off the spoon and she was looking right at him. She moved her tongue tantalizingly slowly across each drip of dough, and rather strategic in motion, he noted. “Merlin, Elisa, really?”

She put the spoon in the sink, feigning innocence. “Really what?” if he didn’t know better, he would assume she really did not know by her tone. But he knew her better than that. She was completely and utterly guilty of being a tease, having gilded her tongue across the spoon with pure intent to make his mind wander elsewhere.

He moved closer to her again, shaking his head as he felt an amused smile creep onto his face. “You, my darling wife, are a cheeky little thing sometimes, aren't you?” he murmured. He gently ran his thumb over her soft lips, for a moment debating on sliding it right between them. His breath hitched, wanting to feel her mouth over his thumb; but before he could let his dirty thoughts win, she gently reached up to grab his hand, planting a feather light kiss to it as she looked into his eyes.

“Just sometimes,” she laughed, causing him to shake his head more at her demeanor. “You are far worse than I, though, so I don’t want to hear it.” she spoke quieter this time, her breath tickling his face as he moved his hand away.

He kissed her gently. “Touche,” he moved to kiss along her cheek, then along her jaw. “You could have just told me what you wanted though, you know?” He began to trail down to her exposed neck—she felt a shiver run down her spine when he finally made contact with the sensitive skin. His lips were so soft against her as he pressed another, and then another, in different spots, each one more reverent than the last, until he reached just above her collarbone where the fabric of her dress had started; there, as he could hear her breathing grow shallower, he decided to suck on the skin and leave a trace of himself behind. If she was going to tease him, it was only fair. He felt her skin prickle at the action as a longer breath left her.

As he continued, his hands instinctively moved to her waist. She accidentally let a small whimper escape her throat after he moved to leave another, her head leaning back against the cabinets behind it, which made his own desire for his wife even stronger. He could feel himself getting excited with every soft sound  of hers, his pants feeling more constraining by the second. 

“I take it you missed me today?” He asked, his breath ragged, as he moved his mouth back up to her lips. His calloused hand found its way up to her chest, his thumb teasingly grazing where her nipple was underneath her dress. 

She gasped at the contact, shuddering.  “I always miss you,” she whispered, her voice strained. His other hand moved from her waist to slide up her dress and up her thigh, as he looked directly in her big brown eyes. He moved it closer and closer, until he reached his goal. Almost as if on command at his touch, a sweet-sounding moan escaped her lips. “Se-“

He pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her voice up. He took his other hand off her chest and gently moved to hold her waist again to keep her steady as he felt completely enraptured by her, and her by him. Hearing her like that always undid him; and the more he maneuvered the motion of his touch, he could hear and feel her responding through their kiss.

The second they pulled apart, she pulled herself out of her daze  and tapped his chest to grab his attention, causing him to move his busy hand away. “W-Wait— what about the— the rest of the cookies?” She asked between breaths, remembering she still had dough to bake.

He muttered against her cheek as he gently kissed it. “I already said  that they could wait, doll.” He moved his head to look at her, a sight he would never grow tired of; her flushed pale skin adorned with freckles, the fresh red love bites on her neck, the ginger curls that were loose from her ponytail framing her face haphazardly, and her eyes that gazed into his with absolute adoration. This was a sight for his eyes and his eyes only and he would cherish that to the grave and beyond. His mind quickly flickered back to her question, though, as he backed his head up to ask her a genuine question. “Oh, unless you’ve changed your mind and would like for me to stop?”

“No!” She protested, coming off much more persistent than intended. She covered her mouth in slight embarrassment. “I-I mean, I agree that they can wait.” She laughed at her tone.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “Then why don’t we move to the bedroom? Then you can be as noisy as you please.”

She went red, laughing again. “Sebastian!”

He propped his hands back under her legs and scooped her from her spot on the countertop as her arms instinctively found their way around his neck as she let out an excited giggle. He captured her lips with his once more before carrying her to their bed in the other room, the cookies and the dough be damned (for now).

Oh, how wonderful married life was with the love of your life.

[holybananaoafshoe]

✨️Team Dynamics ✨️

Tired Cyro Dads 8/8

Happy holidays!! The last one!!! How exciting! I'll still post some brain rot on them. Don't worry, they won't disappear. Before I post anything lengthy on them, I really really should finish Sumeru to start Fontaine! Haha I'm so excited to grind through the quests to see the story of Fontaine and get more ideas for the Ice Dads.

For now, enjoy the how-would-they-all-share-a-bed trend on Tik Tok.

Kaeya is a cuddler, one arm draped over Wrio and the other under his pillow. He braids his hair at night to keep it from getting knotted and takes off his eye patch

The first time he took it off around Wrio and the others he was nervous, but they didn’t ask any questions about his scar or about the odd gold color of his eye, and he appreciated that

Wrio tends to sprawl out on the bed and drools in his sleep.

Wrio is also a light sleeper, it comes with being a prison guard, but that means Kaeya can’t sneak out as well when he has a nightmare.

Klee is between them, or basically on top of the two, a foot pushing Kaeya’s chin up and Dodoco clutched in her hand. She takes her hair out of her pigtails at night.

She gets soooo many knots in her hair, but Kaeya is great at brushing her hair gently

She’s a heavy sleeper, which is nice when Kaeya wakes up from a nightmare and has to untangle himself from her to brew a cup of tea.

Freminet is on the other side of Wrio, sleeping on top of Wrio’s arm. He’s the type to sleep very still and soundly, there’s a few times where Wrio swears he’s dead.

He clutches Percy to his chest as he sleeps, sometimes sleeping with his diving helmet on, much to Wrio’s chargin.

The blanket?

Usually, most of it goes to Freminet, who’s so cold all of the time, and the other half is like messily thrown over Wrio, who gets hot easily.

They actually need another blanket for Kaeya, who claims he’s okay, but Wrio knows he’s cold because he's shivering.

“Kaeya, just take the damn blanket for my peace of mind, okay?”

"W-w-what are you talking ab-b-bout? I'm fine."

*proceeds to get a fuzzy blanket or a coat thrown over him*

I headcannon that Kaeya got cold easily before his vision, and now it’s even worse.

It’s the reason why he wears so many layers. After so many years, he’s gotten used to being cold, you know?

At nighttime, it’s worse since he isn’t moving often to keep warm.

On days where he over uses his vision, his body gets really achy, and he’s like 50% sure he’s getting hypothermia. The other half is like “nah, that won’t happen.”

Wrio would disagree, but that’s a whole other drabble.

(if they don’t have an extra blanket Wrio drapes his coat over Kaeya)

So most of the time the blanket ends up draped over Kaeya’s legs/lower torso and he just cuddles with Wrio to keep warm.

Klee is honestly too restless to even keep a blanket on her, and she is also like a mini furnace. Is it from her pyro vision or just from being naturally hot-blooded, who’s to say?

Sleepover fic? 👀

[lxstfathier]

As i promised, here are some thots with Justin McKay, so i hope that you all enjoy my horny ramblings!! 💗

Ok, you already know that i’m a gross whore so this is nasty and sick, please don’t read if you are easily triggered by blood, violence and unhealthy relationships :)

You two probably met in the waiting room of the hospital, talking for a bit while waiting for your appointments with dr. Hardy. And you liked Justin, of course, he’s good looking and extremely sweet, but he became insanely obsessed with you since that first moment.

And it wasn’t long until he started stalking you, or at least try to, disguising it as casual encounters on the street. He did it everyday until you finally told him that he could just ask you out on a date instead of doing that weird stuff.

That’s basically how your relationship started, quickly becoming an insane mutual obsession between two mentally unstable people who have no fear to show their deepest emotions.

But, if you’re being honest, Justin is way more unhinged than you.

Not that you care, actually, you kinda like that intense personality of his. It’s unique, and exciting, because you never know what to expect from him.

Most of the time Justin is super calm, kind and sweet, like the perfect boyfriend that every girl dreams of. But when he forgets to take his meds or go to his appointments, he gets aggressive, mean and rough, hearing those voices that tell him to hurt everyone… except you.

He would never kill you, that’s for sure, he just likes to harm you a little bit. (Nothing that you both didn’t agreed beforehand, of course)

He loves to slap you, on your cheeks or ass, pull your hair, manhandle you, tie you up, choke you, bruise you, and literally anything else that has you crying in pain.

He is super dominant, so the more submissive you are, the better for him. You just need to be his pretty toy to use whenever he wants, no questions asked.

One of his main kinks would be primal play, for various reasons, but mainly cause he gets to hunt you just like he does with his victims, the only difference being that, instead of killing, he gets to pin you to the ground and rip your pretty clothes to fuck you like an animal in heat.

He also has a daddy kink and you can’t convince me otherwise. He goes feral at the sight of a pretty girl depending on him like a father figure and calling him dad/daddy.

Very into gun and knife play too. He enjoys teasing you with the same weapons that he used to end someone’s life, it’s dangerous and really hot.

Bondage would also be a liking of his, so much that he even has a collection of soft cotton ropes to use all over your perfect body, doing difficult knots to ensure that you can’t move any of your limbs. And when he’s done, he puts a piece of tape over your mouth to shut you up.

The dacryphilia kink is another obvious one, there’s just something about seeing fat tears running down your cheeks that get him hard as a rock inside his pants.

He also carries his camera everywhere, so i know for sure that Justin would have tons of nasty pics of you, specially after fucking, cause he thinks you look super pretty covered in sweat, spit and his thick cum.

But what he likes the most is the days when he returns home from a “successful” hunt, giving you some severed human parts as a gift, which you gladly accept to put them in the freezer (and throw away later, but don’t ever tell him).

However, you might not like his horrible gifts, but what you really like is his disheveled state, seeing him completely out of his mind, and it’s kinda hot. So you take his bloody hand and put his fingers inside your mouth, licking the dried blood, enjoying the strong taste while he stares at you with a hungry gaze. And then, you drop to your knees to suck his big cock, letting him fuck your throat to release all that pent up stress, gagging and drooling until you swallow every drop of his salty seed <3

[skyfcx]

STUDY    :    TAILS .        repost it, do not reblog.

tagged by :  i STOLE it

tagging : STEAL it

—    basics.

▸       is your muse tall    /    short    /ㅤaverage ?ㅤas short as short can be! tails is 2'9", he's a very little guy. such is the plight of a twelve-year-old.

▸       are they okay with their height ?ㅤthere are times where he can get a touch combative about it. it's really only when it's actively being brought to attention, often to get a rise out of him. unfortunately, it's just as effective as you'd think. but in the day-to-day, he's fine with it. he can fly, after all! he's no stranger to the top shelf.

▸      what’s their hair like ?ㅤsoft and fluffy, very well-kept. he focuses on being clean more than actually having a distinct style, so the only intentional styling he does is his bangs.

▸     do they spend a  lot of time on their hair     /    grooming ?ㅤyes, actually! with such a thick coat of fur, it's important to tend to it to ensure that matting doesn't occur. then, with all his mechanical work, any grease or oil tracked into his fur must be dealt with posthaste. then you have the adventuring side of things taking you into ancient water works, sweat-inducing volcanoes and whatnot, dusty and dirty underground caverns, there was that one time he and sonic went spelunking through a sewer.... so, yeah, cleanliness is important to him.

▸      does your muse care about their appearance   /   what others think ?ㅤmmm, to the extent that any mentally healthy individual cares about appearing well-groomed while in public. his public appearance isn't of great importance, but he wouldn't like going outside seeming disheveled.

—    preferences.

▸      indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors. ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?ㅤsunshine. ▸      forest    or    beach ?      beach. ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      precious metals. ▸      flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers. ▸      personality    or    appearance ?      personality. ▸      being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     being alone. ▸      order    or    anarchy ?   order. ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     white lies. ▸     science    or    magic ?     science. ▸      peace    or    conflict ?    peace. ▸      night    or    day ?     day. ▸      dusk    or    dawn ?  dusk. ▸      warmth    or    cold ?     warmth. ▸      many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?   few close friends. ▸      reading    or    playing    a    game ?     playing a game.

—    questionnaire.

▸      what are some of your muse’s bad habits ?ㅤhe has anxiety, chief!! when stressed, he can very easily overthink a situation and possibly make things worse as things go on. also, he's a bit of a workaholic. he's spent many a night asleep face-down at his desk in his workshop instead of a comfortable bed. all to awake in the morning with cricks in his back and knots in his neck.

▸      has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ?ㅤso far, despite the dangerous life he often takes part in, he's fortunate to say that he hasn't because i don't consider sonic x canon to my tails teehee.

but it's unfortunate, because... despite this fact, an ever-thinking mind can turn to the macabre here and there. when thoughts wander off further than they should, those thoughts saying it will happen eventually never fails to proc.

How bleak, he knows, but... statistically speaking, it's not overwhelmingly unlikely, is it?

▸      what are some fond memories your muse has ? ㅤhis first step into the limelight as the savior of station square. at that time, it was wholly unheard of to see the fox without the hedgehog. they were an unbreakable duo, tails properly known as sonic's sidekick. but when his friends were dispersed, scattered after the crashing of the egg carrier, there was no time to come up with a group plan. danger was eminent and something had to be done there, in the moment.

it was terrifying, it was exhilarating! it was hard to believe, had he been dreaming the whole time? never in his eight years of life had he ever thought saving an entire city from the diabolical doctor robotnik on his lonesome would be possible. yet there he was, being coined a hero. it's as fond as a memory can get.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill ? ㅤno. he has never done so. and he hopes that the day he might need to never arrives. it's a terrifying choice, even if some might say the answer is obvious when it comes to certain parties. but even as an individual of logic, that's just not how he was raised. perhaps it's both a blessing and a curse that he wasn't.

▸      what’s it like when your muse breaks down ?ㅤit puts tails's age into sharp perspective whenever he's been pushed to his limit. if it's anguish or grief, he'll simply collapse and cry profusely. no wisecracks, no veneer of heroic confidence. he's a child. if it's seething rage, a burbling anger? he'll scream and shout, point fingers, and basically throw a temper tantrum. once more, he's a child. that point should never go forgotten with tails, even if he's deeply intelligent and wildly capable. he is twelve. please don't forget this.

▸      is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ? ㅤmost certainly! he's done so an almost uncountable amount of times. he faces life-threatening forces on a bi-weekly basis. he's constantly putting his life into the hands of his friends, much like they do the same with him.

▸      what’s your muse like when they’re in love ?ㅤpuppy love, through and through. it's wistful sighs and hopelessly sweet words kept a secret in fear of rejection or embarrassment. he's sparsely felt this feeling, but it's quite simple and childish whenever it happens. he's the type to offer you a wildflower just picked from the ground without much thought. he merely thought it was nice and believed you would like one to call your own.

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

Im so sorry to dox but what if werewolf stan had like...heat....cycles..and kaif and stan fucked.

im so sorry that i forgot about this ask but trust me when i say i am writing something based on this because oh my god it made me go FERAL. for now here’s some headcanons

Stan’s body changes a lot post bite. He gets leaner, more muscular, gets more hairy overall with chest + arm hair.

also his dick gets bigger because why not. and maybe it’s knotted. for fun.

that’s honestly the most embarrassing part for him because it’s enough of a change that he has to actually buy new clothes

he becomes INCREDIBLY sensitive. everything feels almost 10 times more enjoyable than it was before, and it’s a hard change for him to get used to

ridiculous stamina. can go for an entire night without being overstimulated because he just needs more. will cum multiple times

he cums so much now. it’s utterly obscene. Sam gives Stan a blowjob and finds himself choking with how much is being pumped down his throat as Stan hopelessly fucks his mouth, unable to stop his hips from moving

he gets even more embarrassed when he nearly knots sam’s throat

his new enhanced senses don’t really help either because he almost always knows exactly what the others are into because he can hear the way their heartbeat speeds up and tell how their scents change slightly as they get more aroused

he gets hard really easily too.

maybe steals a few articles of clothing belonging to Kaif and buries his sensitive nose in there, inhaling what’s left of his scent whilst desperately fucking his fist and whining like a dog

he literally can’t get too close to certain people after he first turns because even their scent is enough to turn him on. he’s that needy

his wolf brain is very possessive and very horny. he finds himself saying things he would’ve never said aloud in his life and becoming incredibly clingy

Stan doesn’t know he goes into heat until he does, spending his full moons with Kaif like he normally does

instead of the usual muffled groans of pain as he shifts, Kaif hears Stan moaning and within seconds he’s got a gigantic horny werewolf pinning him to the floor, tearing off his clothes with its mouth

Kaif is fucking tiny compared to Stan, basically just a human fleshlight for him to use as he sees fit

yes stan’s dick gets even bigger when he transforms it barely fits inside of Kaif and even then it’s a stretch

not once does Stan cut Kaif with his claws or teeth, even if he’s not fully in control of his heat he’s still as gentle as he can physically manage to be

Stan quite literally can’t hold back as he begins to ruthlessly thrust into Kaif, completely lost within his heat, burying his nose into Kaif’s shoulder and inhaling his scent

He’s so rough with him it’s a miracle he didn’t break any bones

They’re like that for the entire night, Kaif getting plowed on literally every available surface in the room

When the morning comes and they both pass out, Stan’s still thrusting into him weakly even whilst asleep, his knot firmly stuck inside

it takes them a few hours to pry themselves apart

even then stan’s still technically in his heat for the next few days, but all it does it make him a cuddly mess as his wolf brain tries to take care of his mate

[fourseasonsfigs]

Special-eyed Dolls: Penghai Road Xu

Here we have a Wenzhou doll series with a very unusual concept - images of each other in their eyes. I found a bundle of these on Xianyu, and have been quite obsessed by them.

There's 7 dolls like this that I've seen pictures of - this Hobo-Xu single doll and and three Wenzhou pairs. I only have 3 of them, but I'm keeping my eyes out for the rest! They are so unique, and the doll maker has crafted them with exceptional detail.

This is a 20 cm doll, like all the dolls in this series. First of all, we have the basics of a Hobo-Xu doll - the tanned mask with the fake beard and the scar under the eye, all lovingly detailed.

But speaking of details, this doll has a whole host of other ones. Look at this! We have not only the 7 nails in his chest, we have his hat and his drinking gourd literally embroidered on his hands. This doll came boned, too! His arms, legs, and head are all posable, as you can tell by his feet up pose right here. This doll can definitely relax back and enjoy the sun.

Here's a close up of loads of details - the nails, the scar on his chest, the scar on his face, his hand with his hat, and last but not least, of his eye showing him looking at Wen Kexing posing on the wall with his fan. THIS iconic scene:

This is such an incredible shot. Speaking of, I was catching up on my xhs feed and saw this BTS clip of this scene:

I had no idea that he might of originally been twirling his flute instead! I'm really happy they ended up going with the open fan.

Just goes to show how much work goes into every scene of something like this.

Over to the other side. Here we have the nails, a different chest scar, his drinking gourd, and his other eye. His little hands have thumbs too, which isn't that common among dolls.

Here's the full close up. I had to go back to Episode 1 and grab a screenshot of the scars to compare:

Yep, that's those. But wait...there's more.

Now THIS is amazing. I've never seen a doll with Zhou Zishu's back scarring before.

Here's the close up. I kept watching Episode 1 and screengrabbed the best shot I could of the scars to compare:

Incredible.

The doll came naked when I got him, but I had a 20 cm hobo-Xu costume I had previously bought ready to go.

You'll notice three sets of longer pieces of fabric. One is his belt, and the other two are possible hat decoration pieces. That being said, you'll note that the hat that came with this is not very authentic to the show.

Here's a partial shot of the actual hat, as well as a nice shot of Zhou Xu's sunbathing face.

I noticed when I was looking at the hat that there was a little hole where the crown hadn't been fully stitched on to the brim. Maybe I could take it off?

And so I did! It didn't come off cleanly, so I ended up taking a craft blade and slicing it off. Looks a lot better, even like this! When I have a minute, I'm going to get some embroidery floss and stitch the blue fabric on.

The first robe came with white collars for the look of an extra underlayer without the bulk.

Here we go, all nice and tidy! Except, you know, the wild mane of hair!

Fits well from the back, with the collars laying nicely.

His blue outer robe just goes over the underlayer easily. I see I should have steamed out his sleeves!

Looking good. I like the nubbly texture of the fabric of this outfit!

Oops, I forgot the shoes! It's not too late to put them on.

I wasn't sure if they would zip all the way up. I've tried these on different dolls and they wouldn't over some of them. Sorry for the undignified pic here, Zhou Xu - I know you're wearing pants under this costume in the show, but this particular costume here has some extreme ventilation. I'll have to pick up a pair of black pants for him - I do like my costumes to be as accurate as possible!

And here he is with his belt. I just tied a simple knot and tucked the end under - I have exactly zero knotting skills.

Here's the whole outfit, with scarf and all! I even styled his hair in a bit of a messy bun.

The world's tiniest bun, that is. All these long haired dolls never have enough hair when you pull it back!

And here he is, sitting down with the help of his boned skeleton, waiting for a kind young lady to give him some wine. Oh no! I just realized he doesn't have his actual drinking gourd with him! Shoot. Well, luckily I have plenty from my official Rua Wenzhou dolls, so I'll just grab one from my extras bag.

[writerracha]

can you pls consider writing a smut where changbin or han comes home stressed from work a best friend! reader offers a back massage (make ‘em shirtless!) . but reader gets turned on from how pretty and broad their back is and basically tells them why they can’t continue the massage bc of that and then forth (sry that this was so long 😞 i’ve just been so obsessed w this thought)

can I consider??? omg yes please this is so hot :( hope you like it even if it's a little short!! i also got your other request and i'll be writing it soon!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ release the tension — changbin x female reader

↻ 0.9k :: best friends :: cw. explicit smut. no specific warnings, some dirty talk.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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Changbin arrives at your apartment about twenty minutes after he texts you asking to come over. He had a rough day at work, he says, looking tired and stressed. You let him in, the both of you sitting down in the living room.

"Did something happen?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, staring down at his cup. "Not really. I just... I've been feeling so stressed. I'm so tense, my whole body hurts."

"Your back again?" you wince.

Changbin nods. "I'm scared I'll pull something again."

You bite your lip, trying to come up with a solution. You hate seeing your best friend so worried. "How about a massage?" you suggest. "I remember it helped you back then."

Changbin gives you a quick look and shrugs. "I mean, I don't want to bother you..."

"You don't bother me at all," you smile. "Come on, sit in front of me."

Changbin slides on the floor, placing himself in between your legs. You shuffle on the edge of the couch, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"Just let me know if I hurt you."

You start massaging his shoulders, trying to find the knot in his muscles. You have to move your fingers down his back, feeling the tense muscles, pushing and rolling against them. Changbin sighs in obvious relief - but your fingers keep slipping on the material of his shirt.

"Hm, Bin?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind taking your shirt off? I think it would be easier."

A short silence follows your words, and you bite your lip. It shouldn't be any trouble, right? You've known Changbin for so long, and you've seen him shirtless plenty of times. But it would be the first time since you've started developing feelings for him.

Those feelings have sneaked up on you.

You don't know what started it, exactly - but one day you found yourself staring at your best friend, at his dark eyes and handsome face, your thoughts derailing at how his strong arms held you, wondering how it would feel to kiss his plump lips. Changbin was always handsome - but now you can't stop fantasizing about him. Which is a problem. He is your best friend. You can't think about him that way.

But it's hard, especially as he removes his t-shirt, the fabric revealing his soft skin and defined muscles. His hair is a mess of black curls in which you desperately want to slide your fingers.

"Is that better?" he asks.

"Y-yeah," you gulp.

His skin is so smooth under your fingertips. Your eyes trail down his spine, taking in every muscle, every scar, every beauty mark. Changbin is strong. So strong. He could lift you up easily. You wonder how it would feel to dig your nails inside his back as he buries his thick cock into you and -

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"Everything ok?"

You realize you've stopped massaging him, your imagination taking you where you really shouldn't go. You are soaking wet, and you need to resist bucking your hips against the fabric of the couch just to provide your throbbing folds some pressure. Fuck, you need to touch yourself, you need to cum, this can't do.

"S-sorry. I got distracted," you admit, a little breathless. You shake your head. "Y-you know what? I think I need to stop, I just... I can't focus."

Changbin turns around, looking up at you. Fuck. His eyes shine in the darkness, curls brushing his ears, and you catch a glimpse of the front of his chest, his pectorals, his belly button, his -

"What were you thinking about?"

You frown at the knowing smirk on his lips. "N-nothing."

Are his eyes getting darker? Why is he only looking at you this way? He continues to turn around until he is on his knees, his upper body entirely visible to you, and you have to focus really hard so as to not squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, how can someone look this good?

You want your best friend to ruin you.

You want to become a trembling mess in his arms.

You want him to fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

This is wrong.

"Do you think I can't smell you? And those little red cheeks..."

You swallow, trying to come up with an excuse, but your brain is empty.

"B-Binnie..."

"Tell me you don't want to push your legs together, huh? Need to relieve yourself a little, baby? Is your pussy wet?"

You can't say a word - and you realize that Changbin has put both his hands on your legs, holding them apart. He smiles.

"Did my back turn you on?"

You can't deny it. It would be useless to. "Y-yes."

He senses your hesitation. "It's ok, Y/N. My cock has been hard ever since you started touching me," he admits, and you glance down at his crotch. There is a visible bulge there, pushing against the fabric. You bite your lip. He smiles. "It's your hands. Those cute little hands... I want them everywhere on my body."

You reach for him. "Fuck, Changbin, everything about you turns me on..."

Changbin chuckles. "Fucking finally."

He pushes himself up, grabbing you into a desperate, needy kiss. His lips taste good, his tongue sliding around yours. You arch your back, moaning in his mouth, and Changbin pushes his hand against your core, making you moan harder.

"I can feel even above your clothes how fucking wet you are," he sighs, breathing hard. "You can fuck yourself on my fingers and then I'll make you cum around my cock, how does that sound?"

You smile. "As long as you let me mark that back of yours."

Changbin laughs. "Deal."