#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

[circescircle]

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.

[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

[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."

[early20sfailingplenty]

Untangle me // Bo Sinclair x gn!reader

A/N: Hey! So I haven't written for the Sinclairs siiiiiiince, what, September 2022? This is a daydream I've been entertaining the last few days and I'm writing it to get rid of the rust on my Sinclair characterisations while I work on a gift for a friend. This is extremely self-indulgent; Y/N's panic with their hair is how I get with the tiniest of knots; I am genuinely ridiculous about it. Hope you enjoy!💖

Summary: Vincent and Lester, your usual go-tos for help, aren't available. But there's a knot in your hair, it's big enough to be scaring you, and you need someone to help you. You find the bravery to let Bo help you when he finds you crying. He's the last Sinclair who you ordinarily would trust with your hair. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and Bo ends up surprising the both of you.

Contents: Platonic or romantic (I leaned towards romance but your interpretation is up to you), reader has hair which can be combed/brushed through relatively easily), gender!neutral reader, reader cries/is panicking/calms easily once the knots are out of their hair, reader is mentally ill and the knot is basically the trigger of some kind of breakdown/meltdown (not sure which it is). Italics denote reader's thoughts. No triggers or warnings as far as I'm aware, this is fluff and softness.

Word count: 1, 361.

You stood at the bathroom sink, a small section of your hair pinched between two fingers, your comb in your other hand, your eyes swimming in unshed tears as you stared blankly at your reflection.

Just try again, Y/N, it's only a small knot.

But it wasn't. To anyone else, it would have been no big deal, it was just a knot. But to you, someone for whom their hair was as important to them as the air they breathed, it was grounds for panic. White hot fear ran through you and rendered you unwilling and unable to continue to try to get the knot out by yourself. You stared at the knot so intensely that when next you blinked, a tear slipped down your cheek, and then you broke.

Within seconds, one tear turned to two, which turned to six, and before you knew it, you were sobbing in front of the mirror, the tangled hair in one hand and your comb still in the other, your eyes red and puffy, your cheeks sticky with tears which couldn't dry before the next ones fell. You put the comb down and tried to separate the strands manually, blinking harshly against tears, but your fingers snagged three more times, your panic making you impatient, and you ended up making the tangle look worse, so you cried harder, you whimpered, your mind raced as you thought of scissors and oh god oh fuck I have to cut all my hair off, this is it, it's time to say goodbye -

The more you thought of having to cut your hair, the harder you cried, and the harder you cried, the faster Bo stomped through the house as he dashed up the stairs, slowing at the top as he stalked towards the bathroom, the door flinging open to reveal -

You, in a state he had seen his younger brothers patiently and painstakingly deal with every fuckin' night.

It was ridiculous, really, but they all grew to accept this as a part of your nightly routine. Why you never did your hair before you got too tired to deal with the inevitable tangles and knots calmly, none of them knew, but it was a part of you they had grown to accept and learned to aid you in. Vincent and Lester were always your first ports of call when it came to needing help with your hair, but it was Bo's annoyance at you asking his brothers for assistance that strongly deterred you from asking him for the same favour.

"Oh," Bo groaned, already planning on leaving you to it, "not this shit again," he waved a hand at you dismissively as he started to turn around.

You had visibly perked up at the prospect of help but as Bo turned around to leave, a gasp for air which was far too broken to actually bring in oxygen to your lungs ripped out of you and Bo froze.

He had never heard you make a noise like that and after tonight, he never wanted to again.

"Oh, darlin'," Bo sighed, "I ain't so good at - " he gestured vaguely, "this." He wanted to help you, or at least, get you to quit your whinin', but he didn't think he had it in him to be gentle. Not like his brothers could be. Even if he could get the knot out, he'd surely hurt you. Hurting you, of all people, wasn't fun for Bo. It never failed to surprise him, all the things he could do to you being many of the things he simply wouldn't, couldn't.

"Don't gotta be good," you mumbled and swiped a hand across your face, sniffling, "just gotta be better'n me. I can't get it out, Bo," you sobbed, "and I'm gonna have to cut my hair all off because Lester and Vinny aren't here to help me and I can't - I can't get it out and I'm gonna have to say bye-bye to my hair" and just like that, you were gone, sobbing on your knees on the bathroom floor, that fucking knot still clutched in your hand. Way in the back of your head, you knew that this was just one small thing which had tipped you over the edge in your mind; you had been hanging there for a while if this was what had set you off in the end.

"Like hell you are," Bo scoffed. He shook his head, stalked over to you. You flinched, your shoulders curled in on themselves, but Bo only came up behind you and kneeled down, grabbing your comb from you and easing the tangled hair from between your fingers. "I ain't sure I can be gentle, Y/N, but I ain't lettin' you cut nothin', either. Vincent would sign my ear off."

You giggled, a wet sound, and Bo smirked behind you as he got to work on the knot in your hair. His chest felt heavy in a good way when you laughed through your tears, but the enthusiasm in his endeavour to rid you of the knot made him a bit harsh, and you visibly winced. "Ow, Bo!" Your hand flew to touch his hand, trying to still him, but he pulled himself away. He couldn't help you if you had his hand in yours.

"Sssh, darlin', s'okay," He ducked around to press a kiss to the apple of your cheek, which was damp with tears. "Jus' sit tight, lemme work." In truth, almost as soon as he had started to work in earnest on the knot, it had come undone, so now he was simply brushing the rest of your hair for you, being careful and slow like he had seen his brothers do.

You pre-emptively winced every time the brush moved up your hair, but pain never came after that first time. Sometimes Bo swore to himself or he would make a thoughtful noise and you could practically see the frown on his face as your tears finally began to slow, your panic melted into relief now that the source of your anxiety was being dealt with by someone more level-headed in this situation than you, and you felt content to let Bo do his thing. He was slow, slightly rough with how he set the comb into your strands but then the downward drag was almost... gentle?

Before long, you could tell just by how your scalp felt that there were no knots or tangles left in your hair, but Bo was still combing, and you had started to tip your head into his hand, like a cat wanting more affection.

"Want it braided, darlin'?"

"It's okay, Bo, I can - "

A scarred wrist came into view as Bo plucked your satin scrunchie off your own wrist, taking it for himself as he did his best to copy his brothers' movements from previous times he had watched this precious nightly ritual be carried out. He wasn't half bad; it was slightly uneven, a little loose, but Bo had done it, so it was perfect.

"All righ'," Bo sighed, handed you back your comb. "Took a few, but I got it. All sleek n' pretty, darlin', jus' as y'like it."

Your hands flew up to feel around the braid, and you gasped happily, smiling widely as you spun around to face Bo. He flinched at how quickly you had moved but he didn't step back - he trusted you, even as you threw yourself at him in a hug, holding him tightly. Your anxiety was settling slowly, your tears had slowed almost to a stop, and with the source of your fear gone, you only wanted to be held. "Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you, Bo! Thank you for helping me."

You grinned and Bo's face softened into a smile.

His arms came up to wrap around you loosely but then all at once, he melted into you, your comb still in his hand. If he had known it was the key to your affection, he would have picked it up long before his brothers had ever had the chance to do so.

Everyone go and thank @darklylucid for encouraging me to at least try to write for Bo and for being my soundboard, sentence structure editor, and for helping me write for this fandom for the first time in seven months.💖

[billlydear]

Hi :) Just finished reading "Basic Biology" and I loved it ! Please tell me you're doing a part 2 (and even a part 3 and perhaps a part 4 as well) : It had me crying. I wish I could just give him a hug : the most loving hug ever.

Could I request a Billy Hargrove x Reader fic in which he is brushing reader's long hair to comfort her because he can feel she is too anxious and he knows that having her hair played with calms her down sometimes ? It's a bit short so maybe you can include other elements as well. Maybe a completely different fic but with that specific scene in it ? I'm not sure I just know I'd love to read something with this scene in it. I trust you in this !

Many thanks ;)

LITTLE THINGS - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 564 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

A/N: i'm so so so glad you enjoyed basic biology! i'm not gonna lie i was really nervous to post it, so feedback makes my day! there will definitely be more parts, i've got them all planned out :D and me too, he deserves an opportunity to heal :(

It's rare that you're at Billy's for the evening. You don't typically spend time at his house, because you're just as scared of his dad as he is, but his parents are out for the night, and Max is out late with her friends.

The threat of Neil and Susan coming home early probably contributes to your anxiety, but it's not the sole cause, and Billy can tell. He reaches over from where he's flipping through a magazine, muscle cars displayed on the thin, waxy pages, and pulls gently on a strand of hair by your ear.

"Hey, you," He murmurs, using the piece of hair he's tugging on to turn your face towards him, "Something on your mind?"

"A lot," You admit, nodding as soon as he releases his hold on your hair, "I'm just.. anxious, I guess. Nervous."

"About anything specific? Or just anxious?" He bites the inside of his cheek, jawline sharpening at the movement. You shake your head, rubbing messily at one of your eyes, "Just anxious."

"Don't be," He knows it's not that simple, but it's all he can say in the moment, "You'll be fine, babe. Go get my brush."

"What?"

"Just do it," He pushes gently at your shoulder, urging you up and off of the bed in search of the bathroom, "The wide one, not the comb!"

Billy's bathroom is definitely his. It's littered with various curl products, a lot of hairspray, and a razor at the side of the sink. You find the brush easily, and you love him so you won't complain about the strands of hair that you pull out of it first.

When you get back to his room he's cross-legged on the bed, magazine shut on his nightstand. Your book is laid out waiting for you, though, bookmark in place just in case the spine snaps shut.

"Sit down," He prompts you, gesturing to the space in front of him.

You take your seat trying not to get your hopes up. Logically, why else would he ask for his hairbrush and then sit you in front of him? But the offer seems too good to be true, so you feign cluelessness.

"Just relax," His voice is calming and smooth, a sound that loosens the knot of anxiety in your chest, "Read your book, and try not to think about it."

The first scrape of the brush through your hair is intoxicating. It sends a shiver down your spine that he chases, the prongs of the brush rubbing against your t-shirt and folding it strangely against your skin. He lets out a low chuckle at your response, and redirects the brush to your scalp.

"Why are you doing this?" You wonder, eyes drifting over the words on the pages of your book but not actually taking them in.

"Because I always see you play with your hair when you're nervous," He hums, soft and sweet by your ear, "I figured it made you feel better, or something."

"It does," You breathe, “It’s just soothing, I guess.”

“Good,” He presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, moving the brush through the strands of hair there right after, “Don’t stress, baby, you’ll get through it.”

And as Billy’s fingers comb through your hair alongside the brush, meticulously covering every inch of your scalp in ticklish, tingly lines, you’re confident that you will.

[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? 👀

[fractiflos]

Headcanons Banjo pls

I have so many about him!

He's a huge fan of western things. I like to think that he and All Might would bond over their love of western style stuff. Although, it's mainly the cowboy and Texas stuff that Banjo likes while All Might likes the western superhero comics.

In fact, his love of cowboy style is why he has that bandolier on the inside of his jacket despite not having a gun or anything to shoot with. He just thought it looked cool. The open jacket is because he overheats easily, so he and En often eat ice cream together. Even in the winter.

He got teased as a kid once they realized his last name sounded like the instrument, so out of spite he learned to play it and realized he also likes country music.

Actually, he likes any song that has a good beat, so his playlist is a mix of genres and artists. But he's not one to really listen to the lyrics.

He sucks at cooking. He's good at other household work but he gets distracted and forgets that he's cooking something so it burns. He lives off of microwave meals and takeout.

After finding out the "go" in Daigoro is spelled with the kanji for "enlightenment" I like to think he does meditation as a way to calm down.

He's pans. For no other reason than I thought the flag colors fit him.

I have a lot of theories as to why he shaved his head but one I think you'll like is that he had an odd hair color and the first few heroes had to look "normal" for the public to accept them. (Imagine if it was the same color as blackwhip so he had a similar hair color to Deku.) I also like to think that whatever the original reason was, he'd still shave his head if he was a girl. I'd draw that if I could.

He's skilled at tying and untying knots.

He's good at math, but terrible at literature because he was more straightforward and didn't get why people don't just outright say what they mean.

Laughs at horror movies and pretty much any moment where they don't want you to laugh because he thinks a lot of it is just ridiculously overdramatic or unrealistic.

He always wanted a big dog, but he didn't have the room for one and his job as a hero kept him too busy.

If he had to do a job other than hero, I definitely think it would be something that requires a lot of moving around. I can't think of a specific one, but I know he would hate having a job where he does nothing but sit at a computer all day.

Basically, I headcanon that he likes nature in general. Not to the point he'd live in the woods for 18 years, but he likes it and enjoys going hiking.

He was that one kid who was kind of loud in class, but respected the teachers. As he grew older, I can see him patiently listening to the stories of old people or carefully listening as an old lady teaches him to knit.

He made it his mission to make sure that no one felt left out and tried to include everyone in things, something that he's been doing since childhood.

He loves bad puns. He's got a dad joke sense of humor.

Not superstitious or one to believe in conspiracy theories, but he'll listen to the rants anyway.

He can be kind of forgetful about little things. He always puts in the effort to remember appointments and birthdays, but he constantly forgets to charge his phone and where he put the remote.

He'll eat or drink pretty much anything. The opposite of whatever a picky eater is.

That's all for now since this is getting long. Thank you for giving me a chance to share my Banjo headcanons.

[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.

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—    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.