#but a gentle one because my poor babe is hurting

[pinejayy]

╰➤Riding Them || One Piece

featuring: kid, killer, law, smoker and crocodile.

a/n: first time writing for smoker!! so I hope I do good! both smoker and crocodile was suggested by @walmartmihawk

summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩 // part 2 ,, part 3

warnings: nsfw!! riding,, grinding,, teasing,, kid being kid.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

Eustass Kid

This man loves to dominate you at any given moment so when you suggested you ride him he was like "HELL NO!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE CHARGE DURING SEX!" But after some whining and moaning he finally gave in, he didn't want to hear your bitching.

You weren't aware with this new position he would feel much bigger, So when Kid saw your face reaction he couldn't help but laugh at you. "Aw? What's wrong you little Brat? To much?" He would mock you, but Kid would give you time to adjust to this new position. And once time has time passed by you would move your hips slightly, making him groan softly.

You’ve just awakened something in Kid, for once he doesn’t mind being on his back. But he’ll still find a way to take charge of this new sex position. “That’s right babe. Keep riding my cock.” He would groan out, using his metal arm to wrap around your waist, matching his brutal pace.

This bastard loves to twist your nipples as your riding him, the way your chest bounces makes his dick twitch inside of you. And expect him to slap your ass. Making you cry out in pain. “KID!” You would moan out. To which he grip your waist and lean up. “It’s Captain.”

“That’s right you Brat, keep riding. You wanted to ride this dick! Now keep riding…” He loves to dirty talk you whenever you ride him. He still wants to be in charge despite him being on his back. “You dirty bitch, that’s right…right there. You make me feel so good.”

Killer

This man was eating spaghetti when you suddenly told him you wanted to ride him. “Hey Killer. Do you think tonight I could ride you?” And the poor man was coughing up spaghetti. “You wanna ride me?” And to which you would nod, giving him an innocent look and of course he could never say no to you.

So when it comes to the bedroom, Killer would be so gentle with you because this is a new position for you and he doesn’t want to hurt you. So this would involve a heated makeout session, him preparing you with his fingers.

Killer is so gentle, he can tell your nervous so he traces small circles along your hips. And help you aline yourself to his needy cock. He’ll give you time to adjust. “You’re doing a good job Princess…so good.” He would moan softly. Throwing his head back. Feeling your walls clench around him.

Loves watching the way your body moves against his, the way your hips snap back and fourth against his. God you’re perfect in his eyes. He loves to praise you whenever you’re riding him. So expect a lot of sweet comments coming form his mouth. “So good…good job princess. Keep going I got you.” “You’re doing a good job, you take me so well.” And he loves to lean in and share a deep kiss with you. Both tongues fighting for dominance. “You make me feel so good Princess, this pussy is so good.”

One time you told him to leave the mask on. “Leave the mask on.” And of course he would leave the mask on. But he’s a panting and moaning mess under that mask.

One time you guys were so loud to the point where Kid was banging on the door. “WILL YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN! NO NEED TO RUB IT THAT YOUR BOTH GETTING LAID!” To which you guys would laugh. “Someone is jealous.”

Law

This man loves it whenever you ride him, especially after a long day of work. Especially if he’s sitting on his chair. First it’ll start off with you walking into his office and locking the door and he’ll be too busy with work to notice you so you wiggle your way to his lap and stay there. And he’ll grumble under his breath. “Go away. I’m busy.”

But of course you catch his attention when he feels you grinding against his leg. “Need to ride your cock again…please.” Of course this would catch his attention. “Work for it then. I’m very busy.” And to which you would start dry humping his leg, moaning under your breath. “You’re mean…but I guess your leg will do. I don’t need your…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Law started attacking your lips against his. Already stripping you from your clothes and pulling down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.

The room was filled with muffed moans as he was exploring your mouth with his tongue. Mumbling against your lips. “You love riding me huh? Such a dirty little princess. You need to learn your lesson from interrupting me from my work.” He hissed against your lips. Biting on your lower lip.

Law gets needy and quite aggressive whenever you’re riding him. This either could include him holding your hips in place and he fucks you as he pleases or him encouraging you to move even more. “That’s right. Keep moving Princess. Finish what you started.” He would tease, his deadly fingers would find their way to your clit.

Once you guys are done, he’ll give you a moment so you can catch your breath before he pushes you against his desk, not caring about his books or paperwork. “We’re not done yet. I need to put you in your place.”

(inspired one shot)

Smoker

Please ride this man!! He goes crazy whenever you suggest to ride him!! After a long day of hunting pirates he needs to let out some steam and sometimes he’s too tried so yes pleased ride him! His favorite place is of course his office…besides the bedroom but office sex drives any man mad.

And he can be very demanding, so whenever he needs to let out some steam he’ll call for you in his office. “Make sure you lock the door.” He told you, as he watches you walk in. To which you quickly obeyed. “Long day?” You asked softly, and he nodded. “Need to let out some steam. So please be a dear and strip.” He demanded. To which you quickly listened to his orders.

He was already removing his bottoms before he suggested you to come closer. “Come, take a seat on your favorite chair.” He patted on his lap. You already felt the pool between your legs grow even more. Sitting down on his lap and slowly sliding down his cock. Making his groan. “I needed this…stupid pirates are giving me a headache.”

Even when you’re riding his doesn’t drop the cigar. So he could be sitting on his chair and while you’re riding away. He watch the beautiful sight. The way your chest moves, the way your mouth hangs open, soft moans escaping your lips while he’s blowing the smoke in the air. “Fuck..” He groans, grabbing a handful of your ass.

After a good riding, your legs would feel weak and of course this bastard is going to tease you. “What is my dick that good that your legs are feeling weak? Just wait until we get home.”

Sir Crocodile

This man appreciates a good riding, dealing with Mihawk and Buggy gets him so riled up. Especially Buggy….he can’t stand that stupid Clown. So he could be in his office working on some paper work and you would appear. Before you could lean in and kiss your lover he would grab you and force you down on his lap. Capturing your lips against his. And you would feel his cock pressed against your clothed bottoms. “Ride me..”

This would lead into him ripping your clothes off, and if you whine about it he’ll shush you. “Shh I’ll buy you more clothes, I just need to feel you.” He mumbled, guiding your pussy to his hard cock. Slowly he helped you down to his length. Moaning as he feels your walls around him. “So tight…feels so good dear.”

He loves tracing your skin with his hook, especially putting close to your neck as your. He loves watching your eyes widen as he brings the hook closer to you. But!! He’ll never ever hurt you with it! He wouldn’t even forgive himself if he were to hurt your precious skin with his hook.

You can tell when he’s so riled up with the way he moves his hips so desperately against yours. “The stupid clown has gotten you riled up again?” You moan softly, as you bury your face against his neck. Breathing in his scent. “Yes, stupid clown is at it again…”

One time Mihawk walked in on you guys, he didn’t even bother to knock but once he saw the slight he was instantly disgusted. “Save your gross activities for later on.” He mumbled and left. And this other time Buggy also walked in on you guys and he immediately yelled. “OMG! I’M SO SORRY! AHAAH OH GOD MY EYES.”

[writtenbymoonflower]

Could I request a poly!marauders comforting a close friend(possibly someone they have feelings for but she was dating someone else.) Just broke up with my boyfriend tonight; he wasn't honest about something vitally important and things just weren't work out out before he even came clean and I feel sick and just need comfort. Please and thank you.

hi baby! i'm so sorry about your breakup. i know there's nothing i can say to make it easier, but i hope this helps. please take it easy on yourself, and my dms are open if you need anything <3 poly!marauders x fem!reader (romantic if you squint)

cw: mentions of drinking, breakups, swearing

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In your defense, when you had initially made the call you didn’t expect all this fuss. Your intention was to kindly let your friends know that you didn’t feel up to going out that night due to your unexpected heartbreak. If you had known that your call would result in two bottles of rose, a gallon of moose-tracks frozen custard, and three borderline sickeningly benevolent boys infiltrating your house, you probably would’ve gone with a vague text. Even so, you couldn’t deny that deep down, you were grateful. 

However, sobbing into the sleeves of your borrowed sweater, with a Disney movie playing in the background while you were periodically fed bites of ice cream and sips of wine was a level of vulnerability you did not expect to reach with your friends.

Every time you thought your sobs had subsided, another wave welled up inside you. You sniffled miserably, pinching your irritated nose clean. Your hands were batted away. 

“Gentle, sweetheart. Your poor face is already rubbed raw.” James kindly scolded you. You nodded, the movement making you feel more lightheaded than before. You were handed a glass of water, not the wine you were hoping for but you still took it. After taking a few sips you set it down, feeling the tears welling into your eyes again. Remus tugged you into his side, letting you nuzzle your face into his soft sweater. 

“Babe, I’m not sure that prick is worth this amount of tears.” Sirius’ tone was sweet, if not a little venomous. He was still cuffed on the back of the head by Remus. 

“Tact, pads. Have some tact.” Remus huffed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Cry as much as you need to, dove.” 

Strangely, now your tears had stopped. You sat up, though Remus still held onto you. 

“You wanna talk, now lovely girl? Or do you want to be distracted?” James held you from your other side, brushing your damp hair out of your face. 

“I don’t think I have coherent thoughts right now.” You tried to joke but your tone just came out pitiful.

“That’s okay.” Remus said, thoughtfully. “Just say what's going through your head. This is for you, dovey. It doesn’t have to make perfect sense to us, we just want to be here for you.” 

You nodded, more gently this time, and took a deep breath. “I’m just-” The lump was still in your throat, making it hard to get the words out. “I’m just so hurt, you know? Like I gave everything. I gave fucking everything to this. To him. And I guess I just thought that he would do the same. And I- I’m just so fucking stupid, because I never expected he would do something like this.” Your face screwed up like you were in pain and you fell back into Remus’ chest, silent sobs shaking your body. 

“Oh, baby.” Sirius placed a hand on your leg, rubbing his thumb back-and-forth. They let you cry for the nth time that night, never rushing or scolding you. When your cries slowed again, Sirius spoke up. “I know it hurts, dollface. I know. And I know there is nothing we can say to make it go away.” There was hurt in his voice as he said that. Sirius despised feeling helpless. And emotions were one of the things that made him feel that way the most. He always thought he was shit at comforting people, but in reality, he’s far better than he gives himself credit for. 

“Can you look at me, sweet girl?” James leaned over to catch your eyes. You let him. “Listen to me, what he chose to do says nothing, and I mean nothing about you, okay? You are not stupid, or anything of the sort. It says everything about him, that he knew he had your trust and chose to not be deserving of it. Just because he didn’t love you right, doesn’t mean that you were wrong for loving him anyway. So please, don’t ever for a moment, let his bad decisions affect how you see yourself, precious thing.” 

His words made you cry all over again, but it was different this time. James pulled you into his lap, cradling you like a baby in his arms. 

“Look at what you’ve done, prongs. You’ve broken her all over again.” Sirius said incredulously. For the first time that night, you laughed. It was wet and choked, but it still felt good. 

“There you go.” Remus squeezed your calf. “Didn’t quite like seeing you like that.” You nodded. 

“I don’t quite like being like that.” You half-laughed. James squeezed you again. 

“But if you need to be, we’re here for you, yeah?” Sirius poured you more wine. The other two boys let out loud affirmatives. 

“Thank you guys, really. I think I needed this.” You hoped the way you were looking at them showed how grateful you really were.

“Anytime, lovie.” James kissed your cheek. “Now, I think we need a movie yeah? Something silly. Like Sausage Party. Or one of those shitty horror movies that only scares Sirius.” He grinned cheekily. 

“Oi! Those are really fucking scary!” Sirius squawked. You rolled your eyes, filled to the brim with affection.

[princessbrunette]

just imagine beings jjs innocent gf and youre really inexperienced and it makes you so insecure and like hes not stupid he notices how you tend to pull back when things get heavy but he thinks its because you dont wanna go farther when its like you DO but you want him so bad its overwhelming and you dont wanna disappoint him but one day he reassures you its okay and to ease you into it he sits you on his lap and talks you through your first orgasm while you cum so prettily around his fingers :(

omg working yourself up to near tears because you want him to bad :( attending a lil pogue get together at the chateau, everyone getting drunk around the fire with music playing and it’s sm fun but all you can think about is how badly u wanna pull jj away from everyone and have your way with him… you just don’t know how :(

you haven’t done this before! so you don’t even know how to propose the idea, eventually the blonde picking up on your shaky and hesitant vibe when you ask him to come inside with you to get more ice from the freezer, even a few people wolf whistling as he lets you lead him by the hand inside.

he’s standing there shucking ice into the bucket, turning and looking at you when you slowly approach him with a softness to your expression you only gain when you want a kiss. so he stands to his full height and brings you in with cold hands on your cheeks, allowing your lips to meet.

mostly due to you, the kiss gets hot and heavy quickly, tongues needily dancing over eachother as you blindly found the couch, JJ pulling you onto his lap. your heart starts hammering like it always does and you pull away, a little panicked and frustrated, dropping your head to his shoulder with a sad sigh. “sorry.” you whimper.

“why? hey?” he lifts your chin with his knuckle, brow creased in concern. you don’t say anything, just climb off his lap— and you don’t miss the way he tugs his tshirt down a little trying to hide the bulge that had formed between his legs. after a slightly tense silence, he chooses his words carefully. “babe… y’know me, i don’t wanna come across like some pushy asshole but… am i doing something wrong? i dont wanna scare you, like— we can totally move at your pace it’s just… it seems like you want it and then you pull away and im just a little… confused?” he turns his body to face you, keeping his body language and voice gentle as to let you know you’re not in trouble with him.

you blink up at him tearfully through your lashes anyway as if he had yelled at you, letting a long sigh through your nose. “i… i just panic. i want you so bad it hurts but… dont know what i’m doing, just get so overwhelmed ‘n embarrassed and—” you start working yourself up and he shuffles closer, cupping your jaw.

“hey. look at me. that’s… what im here for, you know? to teach you stuff? we can take it really slow like…” he places a hand on your thigh, watching for your reaction, seeing the way your lashes flutter needily and breath catches in your throat. poor thing, so touch starved. “really, really slow.” he whispers, rubbing the skin there, fingers dipping a little up your skirt. “you okay with this, hm?” he tilts his head, dotting kisses down your jaw.

“mhm.”

“atta girl… you wanna stay right there or do you wanna sit on my lap?”

“on your lap, please.”

“polite, i like it.” he grins, pulling you up and getting you situated as his hand disappears up your skirt, tongue finding yours once more.

[wowcatboys]

Can you do the head canons set for Yone and Sett like you did for Kayn??? Thank you !!!!

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HEARTSTEEL SETT / READER ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW (Light sexuality, nothing explicit.) ♡ Hi my dear! Wasn't sure if you meant the relationship ones or kiss ones—Yone is getting both in upcoming separate posts, and I've already done Sett kisses here ! Hope you enjoy these :D

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SETT

Sett's most sensitive spot is his ears. They're dreamy soft, like velvet but thicker, and oh-so-warm. When you play with them he goes weak in the knees, tilting his head towards your gentle hands and letting out a low groan. He adores when you play with them. If he plops his head in your lap and looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, chances are an ear-rub is what he's begging for.

After Sett smashes out a great lifting session, he usually sends you a mirror selfie. He just wants to tell you he had a great workout, and he loves when you encourage him, so it's mostly innocent. But come on...he's shining with sweat, his muscles look fucking huge, and he's got that flushed-cheek, out of breath smile. How are you not supposed to ogle him a little bit? If you accuse him of trying to turn you on with his gym selfies he goes 'no wayyyyyy'. The next picture he says—one of him winking at you, with the hem of his shirt pulled tight between his sharp teeth and his glorious abs on display—says otherwise.

Sett's social media pages consist of basically two things: gymbro shit and cute animal videos. He spams you with the latter. Expect lots of pictures of housecats cuddling ("us", he captions) and videos of dogs doing tricks ("do u think we could teach earnest that??" Probably not, you tell him, but you find him on the kitchen floor the next morning trying to get the poor dog to do a flip anyway).

Sett is all for pet-names, and rarely calls you by your given name. He  goes with the classic "babe" a lot. Sometimes he likes to spice it up by sprinkling in nicknames like "hot stuff" or "sweets". If he's being cheeky, he'll give you a teasing smirk and call you his "favorite groupie".

Sett loves staying active (obviously) and he's always down to try something new. If you're for hurting date ideas, take him rollerskating, rock climbing, or swimming. And, if you're really brave? Ask him and the rest of the Heartsteel guys to go paint-balling with you. Bless his heart, he will try so hard to protect you and hyper-carry your team but his aim just isn't that good. (Predictably, Sett ends up covered in paint-splashes. He's nothing if not a good meat shield.)

For your first Christmas together, Sett's mom knits you a beanie to match his. "Oh, you two are adorable," she beams as her son excitedly tugs the warm hat over your ears. Once you've earned the beanie, trust that you've got Mama's approval on lock.

Anyone that wrongs you is on Sett's shit-list for life. He's a hothead and he knows how to hold a fucking grudge. If you complain about your boss or come to him teary-eyed because a friend blew off plans, he's fuming. "That fucking asshole," he snarls. Of course, he sets aside his fury to comfort you. Just know that a lifelong beef has been started and he's going to scowl every time you bring that person's name up again.

After a hard workout, Sett loves to tease you by pulling you in for a sweaty bear-hug. Don't worry, though—he's always down to hit the showers with you right after.

Sett knows his way around the human body—he's got a near medical knowledge of muscle groups, nerves, and effective stretches just from his time in the gym. What does this mean for you, though? The best fucking massages in the entire universe. The moment you complain about a kink in your neck or a sore back Sett's cracking his knuckles. "Okay, hot stuff," he says, placing his gentle hands on your tight muscles. "Where exactly does it hurt?" Of course, you don't need to be in pain to get a massage—Sett's eager to touch you any chance he can get. Pout a little and ask if he can pretty please rub your neck, and his hands are on you before you can finish your sentence.

Since he's a cuddle-bug and serial napper, plan on spending a fair amount of time snuggled up in Sett's bed. He keeps sweatpants in his closet for you so you can be comfy during cuddle-seshes. Honestly, though, he prefers if you skip the pants altogether and chill out in your underwear and one of his old t-shirts. He tends to take a fabric scissors to any of his shirts with sleeves—your favorite sleep shirt, though? He mercifully leaves that one alone.

Sett's a massive show-off. Anytime you're on your tippy-toes trying to reach the top shelf or you're struggling with the pickle jar, Sett swoops in with an "Oh, lemme get that for ya!" And if he's flexing extra hard opening the jar or stretching his arms so that just the teeeeeeeniest bit of his shirt slips up, exposing his six-pack...well. You might as well enjoy the show, right?

Even though he wears lifting gloves, Sett's hands get chapped and calloused, anyway. He constantly steals your lotion. If you catch him swiping it out of your bag his ears go back and he offers you a sheepish, "sorry, hon...", but does he stop?  No chance. He pops the top and slathers it on his hands, anyway. "Whaaaaaat?" he whines as you stare him down. "If I'm all rough and whatever you'll stop holding hands with me."

You and Sett have a frankly obscene amount of plushies. There's an endless sea of plush on your bed, plus a good handful on his, but he just. keeps. buying. more. You'd complain, since it makes finding a comfy position to sleep a battle sometimes, but come on... how can you say no to a sugarcone furyhorn? Fucking impossible.

Sett's favorite way to pull you closer is by your belt loops. He hooks his fingers through and gives your hips a light tug, loving the surprised squeak you give when you bump into his massive frame.

Sett has a metal water bottle with him at all times (gotta stay hydrated)! Even though he rolls his eyes when you paste cute stickers on it, you notice that he never peels them off.

[hurlingdown]

Kyros.

Mr. Awkward. — Afraid of hurting you in the slightest bit by sitting on you.

He’d be scared to sit on your face. “No, I don’t deserve to have the chance to be pleasured…” You were leaning against the pillow supporting the position to have him over you. You assumed he never wanted to do this because of the lack of balance his leg has. (A certain hc but it’s not important rn)

“You’re wrong. You deserve this. You’ve worked so hard. Let me do something for you just this once.” You can see the swells of tears build up in his eyes. “What if… I hurt you?” You smirk in a gentle way. “If anybody’s going to get affected, it’s you. ‘Cause I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” A steamy blush burns over his face.

You can tell it caused more a reaction down there. His pussy started to leak a bit. You don’t give much time for him to reach before you pull his leg over and practically drag him to sit on your face. “…’m not gonna drop you, baby.” He had your shoulders on a death grip. “O-okay, hu-hnngh… shit.” You lick his pussy with adorned delight. It sends shivers down his spine. Broken up moans fill your ears, with a wobbly leg trying to keep him from slamming down on your face.

You feel a little irritated by it. You understand. You do, but it still feels like a hit on a sore spot. “Kyros. Trust me here, you’re not going to hurt me.” You nuzzled your nose at the perfect spot, licking the entrance of his hole, making his breath stutter. “Fine, but d-don’t tease! ‘M s’close..! Please, fuck me more.” Body betraying his fortitude. “H-hanngh! Yes, yes, right there, oh god, you’re so good!” You chuckle underneath that remark. An ego boost was definitely needed after what he tried not doing but you will never tell the poor man it.

“Good to hear that my baby boy is feeling good. Now why don’t we start doing this more often. I think this is the faster you came, especially when I’m under your gorgeous figure.” Spurting cum overflew your mouth as you nearly laugh at his whiny moans. “I don’t deserve such a compliment-“ you dug your finger right into his pussy. “Never said I want done, sweetheart.” Tears swollen down his cheeks as he continuously moans into your shoulder. “God… this is too much. Don’t stop…”

You chuckle. “Too good or too much, honey?” He doesn’t respond after a few seconds. “Sorry… m-ix of words..! Oh, shit, right there,” you find him too cute not to accept the apology. As he cums on your fingers a second time, he slowly jumps up and down on your fingers before pulling out. “You’re so good… it’s me who doesn’t deserve you, Ky” as you envelop in a kiss. Falling into the kiss without a moment of rest. You slide your cock under him and slowly let him ride you.

“I love you.”

You two went on for another three hours. He did, in fact, have trouble walking that day. With a flush stained face staring at you when he tripped to go to the bathroom. Embarrassed as hell, but was cradled by you to the shower. He needed a little more help than he thought.

Look at him, he’s so cute.

Now,

Now,

More Dressrosa characters.

This one is going to be fun.

Cavendish.

Like jealous Cavendish would be so easy to rile up.

When it comes to his looks, Cavendish doesn’t feel too threatened. He knows he’s good-looking. He knows a lot of people look at him for charms and not because he’s a pirate. Expect you. You, his partner, has gotten used to his bedazzling style of acting. “My absolute favorite person in the world, doesn’t this brooch look so good?” You glance down at where his finger was pointing on his chest. “Mm… looks great, babe.” You paid almost no mind.

You stared off in the distance. What it seemed like, to Cavendish, was somebody else. Someone else? Not him. Another person. Not to mention, he was fine-looking, too. A soft grunt barely makes past Cavendish’s lips, eyeing how you were intently looking at the other man. “Hey, Cave’? You’re not getting jealous are you?” You stare at him with a smirk.

His face turns red, “w-what? What preposterous insolence—“ you put your finger over his mouth. “Alright, you’ve made your point. Now, baby, why don’t you sit down on your favorite seat and prove you’re not jealous.” A hitch in breath as he looks at you with reddened confusion. “N-now? On the deck? No, wait… let’s go to our room, first. Out of here, n-now! Your captain orders it!” As he pulls you up out of your rested position, he pushes you to you two’s room.

Your glinting eyes with a smirk that doesn’t at all mean anything innocent. “So you are!” A vein pokes out, “ am not! Shut up and go! Now that I’m moved - you’ll satisfy my craving!” You snicker, already hard for his pussy.

“Y’know, there are other ways of getting me to come with you in bed, darling.” His flush was cherry-pink, shoving you on the bed, giving you no time to react, resting himself on your crotch. “You better get hard, quickly…” Somehow, already at his wits end, he starts rocking his lips over and over your crotch.

You’re a tease. You sit there silently, watching him work you up, but having no luck. You’re in the mood, but you want him to break, first. “C-c’mon… why aren’t you getting hard? He-help me unbutton my shirt, too.” You slide his blonde bangs out of his face, “why you in such a rush?” You glide your hands down to his collar and help him slide it off of his shoulders.

You lightly kiss his bare skin. Making him moan at the softest tenderness of your lips. “Baby…” Softness rekindles in his voice. His eyes half-lidded, rocking back and forth on your pants. While frustration was there, he wanted you too much to rush things if you wanted to go slow. He was too desperate. Too fumed by jealousy to let you go.

“You’re not leaving until I cum! Get hard, get ha-r-ha..” You wanted him to shut up, so you shove your hand down to harshly rub on his pussy. “Why don’t you quiet down, and let the one who can perfect your cumulative success all the time? Besides, you need to learn some respect, babe.” His hips inching into the air, hands gripping the sheets, “s-shit! To-o fast! Slow down, hey, wait!”

You’re a bit mean when he gets bratty like this. “You said I’m not leaving until you cum, correct? Well, I’m at your service, captain.” His head rolls back, broken up moans, “no, wait, n-not li-ke this! Please, your cock, I really need you! C’mon… I don’t want to be fingered! I want to get fucked!”

You did too. As your dick finally was starting to harden. You finally ripped his pants off, to finish the fingering. “A little more, babe, you’re not going to be done after cumming once, are you? Thats a little disappointing after being so riled up to have sex.” His moans turns into soft grunts. “No way in hell! I can handle whatever you’re going to dish out. Fuck Ms with your fingers for as long you want for all I care, but you better have that dick inside me by the end of the night. ‘Ya hear me?”

Something about his serious sex demands manga instantly turned you on. After his shuttering climax erupted, and him falling back down on his news, and your freed cock, “finally. Yes, ugh, you feel so good!” His stamina is unrelenting. He’s already humping on you. As you lay back down to adjust your hips to his position, “slow down, babe. Weren’t you just the one complaining about me going too fast? You’re going to slip.”

“S-shut up. I’m now in control, so I can go however fast I desire. Besides, that was only a warm up.” He huffs out in a bit of a cold tone. “Mmh, that’s true. I hope you’re ready, because I’m going to fuck ‘ya like the world’s watching, firecracker.” You can tell by his hands gripped on your hips he was getting close. Demands are you two’s kink’s, you guess.

By the time you two were done, his hair was so messy that he refused to look at himself until it was brushed. “Geez, didn’t need to go that rough! I’m all messy, now. You’re going to pay by buying all of our supplies at our next stop!” You chuckle. “‘Aye, Cap’n!”

I kind stole some of this from your law fic, again, where he’s at a bar. If you can’t tell by the way this drabble went.

- Saturn 🪐

KYROS OLD MAN PUSSY. having him sit on your face squirming about smearing his musk and wetness all over you oh fuckk that's so sexy.

cavendish though. getting him jealous enough to consider doing it on deck where everyone can see. pushing your fingers against his clothed cunt until he's sobbing, rubbing his wet cave up and down your length until his poor clit gets overstimulated, so swollen it looks like a tiny cock. it's too much, but his lips part to let out lewd cries for more, pliable body begging for you to dick him down already.

these were so gooood!!! second one was definitely my favourite though, i love being mean to that arrogant little twink

[love-toxin]

ellie i NEED to know your thoughts on halsin from bg3 like! i don't even go here, i haven't played it yet, but god damn 👀 i'd say i want to know him biblically but there's nothing holy about what's going to happen when i finally get the game and find his ass. alexa, play slut him out by baby tate

PFSHEBEUDDNNEEJ BABE WE R IN SYNC........tbh I've been workin on a halsin fic that one of my besties suggested but i keep getting so many ideas for it i haven't finished any of them LOL but u are so right.....it is a marathon to grasp the bear's heart but once u do its OVER for us hoes......

(cws: halsin sexy scenes spoilers, m on gn oral, size kink but make it a lil spicy)

Actually I'm glad you asked bc one thing I can't get off my mind is how he goes down on you so hard, like.....he's canonically packing and I can't think of anything but that Halsin's the type to eat you out every time because he's a horndog, but also because he doesn't want to hurt you and he wants to make sure you can take him 👉👈 he strikes me as the kind of guy to make time for it even if you're just sneaking away for a quickie or something like that, and while it seems like it's a (albeit very hot) cautionary measure, you very quickly find out that he's just in love with listening to you gasp, feeling your hands in his hair, your thighs squeezing round his head, and that the taste of you is like an addiction he can't just shake off. Besides, the first time he does it while you're standing over him, and the idea of him using his size to his advantage to just sit your whole weight on his face.........prrrrr. He can prop your back up against a tree and nuzzle his nose right up against your sweet spot, and when your toes frantically scrape the ground trying to lift some of your weight off, Halsin just grabs each thigh and raises you a little higher so you can't reach--you just sink further down on his tongue, exactly where he wants you to be. The only way you can move is to hump his face when you're just trying to shift your hips, but at the mercy of his strength keeping you off the ground everything you do just turns both of you on more. If he had a moment to speak he'd reassure you there's nothing to worry about, that he's not going to break his neck and there's no way you could hurt him.....but that would involve him stopping before he's finished his meal, and he can't help being ravenous around you.

Although to be honest, even though Halsin genuinely doesn't want to hurt you and loves the act of preparation, I don't think he'd necessarily be opposed to it. There might be a point where there's just nothing more you can do; you might be a virgin, or inexperienced, or just too tight that he knows it's going to hurt at least a little bit when he slides in. Not that he'd want to break you, and in fact I think he would dial up the gentleness and reassurances by 100% if you were truly anxious over it. But there's part of him that likes knowing he's making his mark on you. It turns him on when you look up at him knowing you're going to be left walking with a limp, and yet encourage him to make it a noticeable one as you wiggle down on his lap with fervor in your eyes. He's a druid, he knows how to heal, so he can smooth over those small injuries with relative ease if they do pose a problem--but how hot would it be to watch you struggle to take him, your breathing hot and laboured yet determined as you pull him closer? The clawing down his back as you whine about him stretching you out, making it burn, but you won't let him pull out more than an inch? How you hiss and grunt each time that protruding, prominent vein down his shaft catches when he thrusts back in, only to clench down on it hard when he warns you he's about to cum? Halsin doesn't mind you having a quiet vendetta against his cock for ruining you, especially not since you'll let his tongue make it up for all that abuse on your poor, soft holes. The tears and your smeared makeup will make way for kisses soon enough, and he'll wash you clean in the cold river until the water runs clear, and you'll be working from a fresh slate. And he can do it alllllll over again, again, again, until either one of you taps out--or you have to pause your adventure for a day or two of bed rest, of course.

[bruisedboys]

🧸 steve harrington- a patching up b’s wounds maybe?? 👀💗

of course! this isn’t my best work but I tried lmao 🫶🏽 cw! mentions of injury/blood but very minimal descriptions. reader cuts their leg while shaving

gn!reader 0.7k words

You hear the front door open and suddenly you’re a sitting duck. You have no time to hide the nasty gash running up your shin. You listen to Steve shed his shoes and bag and you know you’re waiting for the inevitable. Aka, Steve being a worrywart.

“Sweetheart?” Steve calls. “Where are you?”

“In the bathroom!” You cringe at your thick voice. You’d cried when you’d accidentally sliced your leg with your razor, not for long but you know it’ll make Steve worry even worse.

You hear Steve’s footsteps in the hallway and desperately try to think of a way to hide your wound. No such luck. Steve appears in the doorway, tall and frazzled and totally handsome. His smile drops though, when he sees your leg.

You twist from where you’re sitting on the rim of the bathtub, partly so you can see him better, partly in a poor attempt to cover your injury. It’s useless because he’s definitely already seen it. You can tell by the look on his face.

“Hi, Stevie,” you say brightly, all smiles.

Steve doesn’t smile back. “What happened to your leg, baby? Let me see.”

He’s on you before you can stop him, swooping down to sit next to you on the tub. He puts a hand on your shoulder and leans over you for a better look.

“Shit,” he says, staring at the cut on your leg. When he turns back to face you he’s got worry written all over his face. You want to kiss it away but don’t think now’s the right time. “How in the world did that happen?”

He sounds incredulous. Like it should be impossible for you to ever hurt yourself. You’re sure he’d like that.

“Um.” You pause, knowing he’ll hate your answer. “I, um. I cut myself while shaving.”

Steve gasps, actually gasps, and you’d laugh if he didn’t look so utterly mortified.

“Angel,” he says slowly, his hand sliding down your shoulder to squeeze at your bicep. His eyes are so intense it’s like he’s staring into your soul. “Did you really?”

“Sorry,” you say instinctively. You duck your head so you don’t have to look at him. “It’s just a cut, Steve. I’m fine.”

There’s a beat of silence in which you try desperately not to start crying again. You hate making Steve worry about you. It creates an ache in your chest worse than your wound.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice is soft now, almost a whisper. “Angel, look at me.”

His finger finds your jaw and hooks around it, pulling your chin until you’re looking at him. You don’t want to, but he has this way of making you putty in his hands. You’d bend to his every will if he wanted you to.

You look back at him and you think he knows you’ve been crying, because he takes your face in both hands and swipes at your cheeks with his thumbs. He doesn’t mention it, though. You’re grateful for that and give him a small smile to show it.

Steve smiles back then, all things soft and pretty, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Don’t be sorry, babe.” His hands slide to your shoulders. “Let me fix you up, yeah?”

You can’t exactly say no to him. You’ve never been able to say no to him. You’re decidedly quiet as Steve grabs supplies from the bathroom cupboard. He sits in the tub while he tends to your leg, first cleaning the blood away with warm water and a cloth and then sticking a couple of Band-Aids on top. He’s gentle as ever. It almost makes you cry again.

“All fixed, doc?” You ask once he’s plastered two Band-Aids criss-crossed over the gash.

Steve looks up at you, his hair wild from having his head ducked over your leg. You reach out and push it behind his ears for him because you can.

“One more thing,” he says seriously.

You’re about to ask what the one more thing is, but then he dips his head and lays a smacking kiss on top of your wound.

“Steve!” You giggle.

“What?” Steve tilts his head to the side innocently, his hair flipping sideways. “It’s doctor’s orders, babe.”

Before you know it he’s peppering kisses all over you leg and your knee, his lips soft and quick but enough to make you giggle until it’s hard to believe you were even injured in the first place.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

we're only like a third of the way there you say? 22 more chapters you say? babe wake up Baz just posted and im shaking. a third seems so big yet so small omg we're not even there yet and I'm already sad about this story ending,, such an amazing story im honored to witness it live

there's something so intense and intimate about 2 people being in the front seats of a car, it's like the energy of a living room, literally anything could happen. it was the perfect setting for this conversation. I felt like I was there

the contrasts in the 3rd paragraph are incredible. going from quinn's violence to his "love", to sam's "violence" to his care. it's like darlin's brain can only jump from one extreme to the next - they can't even begin to comprehend sam's gentleness for them,,,, a little too relatable 🫠 being so lost in this cycle that you, first of all, can't imagine a way out, and second, can't imagine that you even deserve it.........my heart is aching,, and david's defeat, knowing someone you care about is hurting and them being juuust out of reach HEY!!! OUCH!!

YOU WERE 16!!!! YOU WERE 16 IT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT DAVID KNOWS IT WASNT YOUR FAULT PLEASE DARLIN NOOOOO

and when he got out of the car my stomach was TWISTINGG I thought he was going to THROW UP. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO THROW UP. I am so so so glad that they told him and that it came from them, cuz like idk, hot take (it's really not) david was lowkey mean during that confrontation video, u just learned that your pack mate experience something incredibly traumatic and ur first instinct was to show up to their home and sass them? hey get out of my apartment by the way im never talking to you again. I'm glad it was a david & darlin vs quinn and not david vs darlin vs quinn.

he knows what it's like to go through something devastating and not being able to speak out or get help and he's not going to hold it against them, guys we're making huge strides right now

AND OF COURSE QUINN IS HERE BECAUSE WHY WOULDNT HE BE. FUCK OFF 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

david has picked up angel and darlin under his arms like 2 footballs and he's getting the FUCK outta there. what a man.

I felt like I couldn't read fast enough

I can't wait for what happens next, it's been a rough couple weeks for me but your stories always make me feel better (no matter how angsty), help me forget about life for a while and make me remember what really matters,,,,,hot men,,, god bless

take care of yourself!!!! 🫶

-🦀

I knooowwwww!!! I honestly thought this story would be MUCH shorter tbh?? I had no idea it would even be ten chapters, let alone 30 something. When I was first conceptualizing this story, I had like… six or seven critical scenes in mind and that was IT! I’m glad that the story has become what it is now. I’m truly so excited and happy with how it’s turning out.

Bro some of my best and most heartfelt conversations with my siblings have been in the front seat of a car. I base a lot of David and Darlin’s moments on my relationship with them, so I wanted to incorporate that intimacy and friendship. I’m so glad that the setting translated well!!

Bro the contrast between Quinn and Sam continues to be a mind fuck for Darlin’. They said it themself a few chapters ago, love has always been intimately tied with violence for them. They can’t imagine a world in which the man who loves them doesn’t hurt them. They keep trying to merge the person they understand Sam to be with the way they understand love. Sam won’t hurt them. So Sam can’t love them. For Sam to love them, he has to hurt them.

They’ll get there.

David can see how they’re torturing themself. He wants to just shake them and tell them to STOP but he knows it won’t help. It didn’t help him.

THEY WERE JUST A KID!!!! I was struggling to create the power imbalance of quite old vampire and mortal person, until I was like “Oh. He was for sure a 25 year old who hit on teenagers.” And poor Darlin’ had no support at home. Perfect target for an asshole like Quinn.

David very nearly did throw up. His internal monologue was “I’m gonna kill him im gonna kill him I’m gonna hurl oh my god oh my god I have to sell the house I’m never letting them (both Angel and Darlin’) out of my sight I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands.” He stopped the car because he knew he was going to crash it if he didn’t.

And YEAH!!! I felt like Darlin got very little agency in canon so. They get a lot in this. To mimic canon, they’re going to FEEL like David’s taking this out of their hands, but he’s actually about to give them more tools and community.

Of COURSE QUINN RUINS THIS!!! HE RUINS EVERYTHING!!!

David is about to carry every person he loves out of Dahlia and hide them in a hole somewhere. He needs to PROTECT THEM!!!! EVERYONE!!!

I’m so sorry your past few weeks have been rough buddy!!! I’m glad that my silly little stories can help! I love writing them and I love hearing your thoughts. Your asks are one of my fav parts of posting.

Can’t wait to post more for y’all!!

[fakesimp]

Hello!!! Can you do any angst/comfort with Shu or Mysta? I'm craving for comfort (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠), Also welcome back (if you were gone?) [Sorry for my poor english!!(⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)]

"Come, and rest with me.." , With Shu Yamino , Mysta Rias

Warning !

Fluff ; Hurt/Comfort ; Mentions of Kissing ; Mentions of Overworking ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Why choose one when I can do both--. Also, Apologies in advance if Mysta's ooc ! I tried my best to write for him (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

And thank you for the welcome back ! Haha, I was taking a little break due to my writing block i had.

And worry not ! I understand you very well anon <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

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Shu Yamino

He, himself is already have a pretty messed up sleeping schedule. He doesn't want his lover also following his steps, but as much as he wants to tell you to rest, he often end up reflecting upon himself. It made him frowned for a moment, and because of that it took him quite awhile for him to finally confront you about your state, he is worried about you and your health after all.

He have seen you working through late nights, and barely getting any brink of sleep, there are also time when you didn't go to sleep at all. And it made him worry about you much more, even concerned. He had been trying to confront you about it, but he doesn't know how to say it without sounding rude. It took him almost a few days to courage himself to finally spoke up to you about it.

And today is the day,

He knocked on your door, you were working on some papers on the table. "Babe??" He called out behind the door, "Yeah?" You replied a bit loud. Face still on the paper in front you, you then heard the door getting twisted gently by the hand of your Beloved Sorcerer.

"Hey, babe.. You're still not done?" He slowly approached you, "It's, pretty late y'know.." he said as he look at the clock on the wall in your room. After he mentioned it, you also look over at the clock. That tells you it's already, 2 am.

You blinked and look down on the messy papers that's spread out on the floor, "It's, that, late already??" You said not realizing how late it is. "Hmm, I, need to finish this in a bit. You can--" "Babe, I don't want to sound rude, but, y'know, i noticed you have barely take enough sleep" he cuts you off in the middle of your sentence, you stared at him in awe.

"I know I, have a pretty messy sleeping schedule myself, but I am willing to fix it. Together, y'know?" He shyly said as he unconsciously fiddling with his hands before scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "Shu.." you whispered and slowly stood up and approached him.

You wrapped your arms around him, you feel bad about not taking care of yourself properly, you also feel bad for not being able to take care of him too.

Both of you are in a messy state, and you know very well that both of you need to fix this.

"So, babe.. Come, and rest with me.."

His gentle hands moved to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along. Smiling down at you, he leaned and kisses you on the lips. "Well?" He whispered, expecting an answer from you.

What will you say to this unintentionally pleading Sorcerer?

You won't decline his request do you?

Mysta Rias

"You can go first Mysta, I'll join you later"

That's what you said, and he actually did go to bed first, expecting you to be there when he woke up either in the morning or in the middle of the night. Seeing your figure sleeping peacefully next to him, oh, how wrong he was.

Later that night, He woke up, only to see an empty side of the bed. He expected you to lay there with him, but no. You're not there, he groggily grabbed his phone and check the time. "What the.." his brows furrowed as he stare at the time on his phone for another minute, he then frowned, staring at the ceiling before letting out a small sigh.

He slowly rise up from the bed and went to where he could think where you're at, and you're exactly at where he expected you to be. He opened the door, and leaned against the door frame, staring at you in silence. "How, long are you going to sit there?" He announced himself by asking the question, making you slightly jump from your seat, "I thought you're going to join me a few hours ago." He continued as he slowly approached you.

"You know you can continue it in the morning right," he trailed off as he look over to see what you're working at, "I also noticed how you've barely getting any sleep nowadays babe." He continued as he look at you, worried. "You need a rest too, come on now." He said as he gently pull your hand, "Come, and rest with me.."

You sighed in defeat, he's right, you have been putting up all nighters the past few days trying to finish the work. You've barely getting any sleep, and you can bet yourself the moment your head hit the pillow you're going to pass out.

"Babe?" He called you as he held your hand a bit tighter, you can hear the worry in his voice, "Yeah, sorry-" you trailed off, "I'm sorry, for, making you worried." You apologized, making him slightly taken aback by it. "Why are you apologizing, there's nothing for you to apologize for.." he said as he then slowly wrapping his arms around you, you both stayed like that for a while before he decided to pull away.

He look at you for a moment, and then within seconds he pecked your lips, he immediately look away, flustered at what he just did. "N-now come on, let's go to bed"

You chuckled softly and walked together with him to your shared bedroom, "Cutie" "Shush.."

What a cute detective you have..

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Here you go ! Hope you like this ! I tried writing for Mysta, I don't know if that's good enough-

But i hope you enjoy this anon (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

[teruel-a-witch]

thinking about how danny spent very little time with steve before he (correctly) deduced that he suffered a lot of parental neglect ('you weren't hugged as a child, were you?'). of course, steve's knee-jerk response is to deny that because people who had an abnormal childhood don't realise it wasn't the norm because it's the only life they knew, only when they tell a 'funny' story that is met with a horrified look of someone who grew up in a well-adjusted family that they are confronted with the uncomfortable truth: that the perfect 'childhood' they lost after the trauma wasn't so perfect after all.

the fact that steve was only angry because of abandonment and not the cold bootcamp way he was raised shows he didn't know any better. even when he had a mother she wasn't the kissing-a-skinned-knee-better kind. it would still take years of therapy and gentle coaxing from danny for him to unpack all of that.

i can imagine many a time steve probably shared what he thought was an amusing 'anecdote' from his childhood only for danny to go all compassionate 'aw, babe' on him.

'what's the story behind this scar?'

'oh, it's kind of a funny one, i was playing outside by myself and heard pathetic whining nearby. turned out a stray dog fell into a construction pit. poor gal couldn't get out on her own so i climbed down to get her out, except my hand landed on a piece of rebar and... well. it was a kind of deep cut, but clean, i couldn't stitch it up by myself yet because i was seven so i put some antiseptic on it and waited for my mom to come home from work. it hurt a lot but i didn't cry because my mom always said 'big boys don't cry'. when she saw what happened she yelled at me and since it wasn't infected she said there's no need to go to the doctor, sure it would scar without stitching but the scar would remind me to be less clumsy and not to jump into pits willy-nilly. anyway, isn't it funny how clumsy i was when i was 7. why are you looking at me like that?'

it's honestly a wonder steve ended up with such a soft and big heart despite everything, because neglect could have made him cold, selfish, hard, insensitive to the feelings of others because no one cared about his.

instead, steve loves 'fixing broken toys' (literally and figuratively, ex. him gently gluing back the small cat figurine that danny broke) this 'child forgot lessons of love untaught' is surprisingly good at comforting people and being gentle.

there's a reason his big soft heart is what danny loves most about him. because he understands, given his background, how easily steve could have been different, could have perpetuated the cycle instead of breaking it.

truly, he has so much love to give. because no one wanted it from him, he never had anyone to give it to.

he was taught to shove all those soft feelings deep because they are only an obstacle in being a perfect soldier.

and then there's danny who says 'i'll take it, give it all to me, i want it, it doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong, that's why I love you, babe', and steve can finally pour all that love he's had pent up into someone, show his gooey centre without fear of being stabbed into it.

it is any wonder he decides he is gonna love danny till his dying day. tragically, since no one's taught him what love looks like he never realises danny loves him in return.

[aladaylessecondblog]

no more than halfway real (gortash x good tav pt. 6)

Shorter, no smut, but lots of trust issues. Sad Tav.

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Tav sat beside Gortash somewhat gingerly, considering both that she was still sore despite the healing, and the look he'd just given her. She decided not to mention it, or what he'd said, not just yet.

The tip of one of the claws of his gauntlet was tracing over the boy's small lips while he supported the little head with his other arm.

"He's...quite small," Gortash finally said, after a long silence.

"He didn't feel that way coming out," Tav replied, leaning against his shoulder as she reached over toward the babe. She was still tired, but something about this moment--

you've abandoned us

"It felt like he was tearing me in half," she laughed softly, and stroked the pale purple little cheek. "Like he was angry at being ejected from a comfortable place to sleep and decided to make his displeasure known as much as possible."

"I heard the storm," Gortash replied in an oddly muted tone, "And secondhand, I heard you cursing my name and swearing I would never be allowed to touch you again."

"I didn't mean it, not really...it was just...the pain, you know..."

The babe opened his eyes and yawned. A second later he was crying, though not very loudly.

"Let me have him," Tav said, "He's probably hungry."

Gortash allowed her to take the babe, and watched closely as she tugged at the loose collar of her gown enough to expose a breast. She lifted the little one up to it and he latched almost immediately.

"I envy him already."

There was a short pause which Tav broke with, "What shall we name him?"

"A drow name," Gortash said.

"Poor mite will have a hard time with that," she replied, "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. Every expectation the Lloth-worshippers have about him will be broken in any case, when they find him ruling here. When they sneer at him he will sneer right back. When they order him about like a slave, he will look them dead in the eye and ask them who in the hells they think they're talking to. I want him to have a drow name because I want everyone to be reminded of all the unspoken rules he's going to break."

"There are so many options...let me see, perhaps something to mark how he is your heir..."

"A NOBLE heir," Gortash insisted.

"Cald," Tav said instantly, "It means noble blood...or noble heir. Cald Gortash. How do you like the sound of that?"

He nodded, and she glanced up at him to find that same devastated look on it. She looked away just in time to avoid his noticing.

And then his head leaned slightly against her own, and he reached a hand over to stroke at the dusting of light hair on Cald's head.

"If you were in danger," he said suddenly, slowly, "Would you give him up to save yourself?"

"No, of course not," Tav replied firmly. "Never."

"Even if it would solve every problem you had?"

"Never."

"...and what if I don't believe you?"

The words were like a warhammer crashing down on her chest. For a moment, Tav couldn't breathe. She gulped slightly, and began to tremble. What kind of monster did he think her to be? And where had this come from? He had been so close, so gentle with the child, but then suddenly that softness had hardened.

When she looked up at him she saw a mixture of things--suspicion, anger...pain.

How could you think such a thing of me?

"Then you're WRONG," she said, and pulled back, clinging a little more tightly to the still-nursing Cald. "I would NEVER hand him over, to anyone, for ANYTHING."

Tav's eyes were already wet, but the tears started falling however much she tried to hold them back.

It was either cry silently or loudly, and she wanted not to disturb her son.

Why? Why did it hurt so badly to have Gortash say this? Why was it those words felt like a dagger in her heart?

"I've done everything you ask," Tav started talking, and found she couldn't stop, "I've been loyal, I've...when did I ever give you the idea I would...is it me? Is there something I'm not seeing? Am I doing things I don't remember? Tell me, what is it that makes you think so ill of me?"

Cald was done. Robotically, she burped him, not wanting to look at this suddenly suspicious husband of hers.

"Hand him back to me."

"No--" Tav stood with the boy in her arms and clutched him close against her chest. "If you think I'm going to hand him off to you after you--for all I know you won't give him back!"

"You're being irrational."

"No more than you," she hiccupped. "I see now. The mask is off. You don't need to PRETEND you like me any more, now you have your heir. You don't need to pretend to get along with me any longer. And you're afraid I'll do something to get away from you, is that it?"

Gortash didn't respond right away. Merely stared up at her.

Shattered, that was the word. She felt shattered by those few words, like she'd not realized until now she was made of glass and that push was all it took.

He thinks I would sell my own child to save myself.

"You can't lie and say that you're happy," Gortash practically snarled, and pointed the forefinger of that clawed gauntlet right at her. "Oh, you play the game very well, but we both know you would rather be anywhere but Baldur's Gate. Some bloodsucker's lair, or some druid's home. You don't WANT to be here, any more than you wanted my SON."

There was a brief sneer.

"Perhaps it is not I who thinks I can stop pretending. I imagine YOU must be utterly relieved that you can stop acting as though you want anything I have to give you."

"I wanted--" Tav choked on her words. Her head was storming again, a swirling mess of agony. She knew the seductive touches, the lovemaking, the little compliments were all false, meant to draw her in. But to have his mask dropped so suddenly, so cruelly? She went on, the words running from her mouth like water, "I knew what you were doing was a lie, but still, you did it so well I almost thought...well. You have your heir. You can stop pretending to be the man that I've--"

He perked up slightly at that, but she didn't finish the sentence.

"I will," she said in a strained voice, "Endeavor to be only what the position requires from now on. Now if you'll excuse me, archduke, I--need to go change your son."

Gortash stood there a few moments longer, possibly fuming--Tav didn't know, she was too afraid to look back--and then promptly left, slamming the door behind him.

It was like plunging into cold water.

Once again, she was behind enemy lines...this time with a child. And alone.

Oh, don't fret. You will always have us, kitten.

[eriexplosion]

Okay I've put off the finale enough. Time for Return to Kamino.

You can tell it's awkward between Crosshair and Hunter right now because after his dramatic entrance Crosshair just. Slipped back out to wait up front rather than risk having to actually talk to Hunter about anything.

This first interaction though god there's so much there. "And so will your squad." "They'll still come for you." Just godddd the pain is so deep here and it's no one's FAULT it's the Empire's but you can't have interpersonal family dynamics with the Empire. It's only this painful because of how much everyone cares about each other.

POOR PANICKY OMEGA she's so scared and wants to go get Hunter RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY.

When do we get the Gregor in Cid's bar chaos cut?

Rampart has acknowledged Hunter's name but never Crosshair's, which is wild to me.

The fact that his subordinates still call him 'the clone' okay. The thing with Crosshair is he might have gotten the title but he never got an OUNCE of respect and god does it show. The fact that he willingly went back to this is a sign of how little self respect he has left frankly. He doesn't care that they treat him like shit because whatever he probably deserves to be treated like shit.

Echo getting down to ask Omega if she's alright is such a good moment for them, just a lovely example of how good they are at relating to her. (Her saying it doesn't matter they just need to save Hunter though sdoifjsf, I cannot wait to see her stubborn streak in season 3)

"Not the ones that matter" baby boy, my beloved delusional bitch, NONE of you matter and you NEVER WILL to the Empire.

"They don't leave their own behind. Most of the time."

Listen I love that his hurt is treated like it matters but I love that Hunter doesn't instantly give in when he hears it too. They did what they could with the information they had - which wasn't much - and it meant that they couldn't take Crosshair with them. Either they would have died or Crosshair would have been killed. There's no solution where they just grab Crosshair and take him with them and it all works out perfectly, and both of their sides are absolutely valid in the emotions they have and it's DELICIOUSLY COMPLICATED BETWEEN THEM.

"We didn't have a choice." "Hm. And I did?" - Okay though I love this exchange because it is. The singular time I think where we hear Crosshair admit that he didn't have a choice. He usually tries to pretend he's picked this path, that he's made his own decisions. And after a point he did, but those decisions will never not be influenced by something that was completely out of his control, and when he lets himself be a little raw he admits that, before he piles on all his stubbornness again.

GODDD HUNTER IS TRYING SO HARD STILL TO GET THROUGH TO HIM AND HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT CROSSHAIR ISN'T CHIPPED ANYMORE AND AGHHHHHHH. I know I'm focusing on this over the others in the lab but god there's just so much here I can't stop chewing on it. Hunter's sad sigh, the gentleness he uses to try to get through to him, Crosshair's face when Hunter mentions the chip because he knows it's not there and he isn't sure he fully believes that it was That Big A Deal anyway. I'm so. Emotional. About this.

Empty Kamino is still one of the creepier settings tbh

So funny how they fall for the 'oh we'll go where they're not expecting!' trick twice in a row because Crosshair is just that familiar with how they think.

"And here we all are, together again!" Brat.

HUNTER'S LITTLE NOD TELLING THEM TO DROP THEIR WEAPONS

"You think we'd bring her here? We're smarter than that." NO YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE NOT GO FIND THE KID RIGHT NOW

"You betrayed everything we stood for" babe you are the one being weird about what you stood for not the rest of the batch.

"You weren't loyal to me." LINES THAT STRIKE AT THE HEART EVERY TIME. THE MUSIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD ON THIS BIT. AND "I'm going to give you what youo never gave me. A chance." WHY THE DIALOGUE GOTTA GO SO DAMNED HARD.

The way that he tries to get Omega off world is another good signal that the chip is out, it's so different from aim for the kid it might as well be coming from a different person. Because it is. The chipped version was not Crosshair, not really, this is. Just. A very very damaged Crosshair.

Glad he drops the 'we're superior' bullshit in season two pretty much, guess 32 rotations starving on a platform will put some things back in perspective.

Tech spotting the mirrors and bringing Wrecker's attention to them right before Crosshair shoots everyone and pulls his helmet off it's just so much happening all at once and I adore the Emotion in this whole sequence.

YOU ARE ALL MEANT FOR MORE THAN JUST RUNNING. LIKE BEING THE LACKEY OF A GUY THAT FUNDAMENTALLY DISRESPECTS YOU.

"Don't become my enemy" "Crosshair, we never were" BABIES

And then the droid incident happens right when it seems like MAYBE they could get through and it's back to wrestling around on the ground like idiots.

This is not a fight this is Hunter managing a fucking tantrum while trying not to let Crosshair get shot in the meantime. Like it is clear they are not on equal footing in this lol. Crosshair manages to get the upper hand for exactly .5 seconds.

THE THEME KICKING IN WHEN HE JOINS UP AGAINST THE DROIDS MY GOD.

We need Tech alive it's the only way to get the theme back properly in season 3 if they play it without him it will feel EMPTY.

The DESPERATION ON HUNTER'S FACE AS HE TRIES ONE LAST TIME TO INSIST IT'S THE INHIBITOR CHIP. And I am still not over how.... the thing that Crosshair says 'Wrong' about isn't 'it's your inhibitor chip' but rather 'we can help you.'

This is just the face of a man that fundamentally thinks he can't be saved.

Like he doesn't look happy about this at ALL he looks exhausted and hurt, he's not proud when he says This is who I am.

Anyway he snapped his rifle up to try and commit suicide by Hunter I think, probably didn't occur to him that Hunter would have it on the stun setting.

Hunter's HEARTBREAKING EXPRESSION is a lot to take in but you also can see Tech's eyes widen and then narrow as he tries to process the new information and just. UGH. MY HEART AND SOUL IS WOUNDED.

And through it all, Hunter still checks for a scar trying to figure out what is going on. He still wants so bad for it not to be true that this is Crosshair in his right mind.

Which, well, he's not, just not because he's actively chipped.

U G H THE SHOTS OF EMPTY KAMINO JUST BEFORE THE BOMBING STARTS.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

hello! You can choose the pairing but could you write smth with like, one of them struggling with a random anxiety thing and the other comforting them through it? I hope this makes sense!

You mind if I do this with Lucian/Peter?

Been decorating my house early for Halloween (cause it's my favorite holiday and it's never too early for spooky stuff), and now my living room is full of bats, so... thinking about Peter now.

Warning: vampire Peter, anxiety issues, it's not easy being something you fear and loath

This is for my au where Peter is a vampire (who turns into a canyon bat) and has (now) two cats with Lucian

On with the fic!

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It happened in the kitchen, with Peter microwaving a mug.

It was shaped like a skull and was black with Hammer Horror-style blood painted on it. A fan gave it to him and it was tacky, dumb, and used often because it held a lot of coffee in it.

But it wasn't coffee being reheated, no. It was blood, from the resealed tub that will need to go back in the freezer, the ice cream scoop still left on the counter next to it. The air smelled of copper and it didn't bother Peter much anymore that it was such a common scent in his home.

That made his grip on the counter tighten, his claws (fucking claws!) scratched the marble with their sudden movement.

The microwave dinged and Peter stared at the device, like it was going to explode if he dared to touch the door button.

He could feel his poor excuse for a heart actually beating hard in his chest, something it really couldn't do nowadays, unless if he was in his tiny bat form. Fuck, bat form. Yeah, that was a thing now.

That was now part of his life. A big part.

Big, massive, scary part that made his stomach twist and turn and his knees shake. His body felt hot and tight and weird and bad and really wrong and he was scratching at his neck, right at the mark there, under the now-common chokers he wore.

The leather was torn off and he clawed right at the scars, over and over and over and over-

"Peter, Peter, stop!"

There was a tight, yet oddly gentle grip on his wrists, and Peter was panting hard, he could hear a high pitched ringing in his ear. He could hear talking under it, he understood some words, but a lot of them were in another language. One of the holds on his wrists released and now there were gentle fingers in his hair and he was pressed against something solid and hot, much hotter than he was.

He heard a heart beating and smelled the familiar scent of basic body wash, wolf, and something old.

Peter heard the words now, Romanian, old Romanian that not many people left in this world speak so easily.

Lucian.

"Are you alright?" Lucian asked.

"I feel like shit." Peter grumbled against Lucian's shirt. He did, his body had been so tensed up, and his neck hurt like hell. He sniffed and made a face, he smelled blood, old, dead-ish blood.

He pulled back just enough to see a stain on Lucian's shirt and some splatters on his own. And his fingers were a dark, nasty red. "Fuck."

"It's healed up, in case you're wondering." Lucian asked. "What happened?"

"It just... set in that I'm becoming too comfortable with what happened to me, and I hated that." Peter said, surprised that he was even talking. Usually it took a bit for him to find words, plus he did just attack his neck.

"Peter, you've been a vampire for nearly a year now. I'm shocked it's taken this long." Lucian frowned.

Peter glared at him and made a face. "Thanks, babe, that's such kind words to say to your panicking boyfriend."

Lucian rolled his eyes before cupping Peter's face in his hands. "I know you still hate this, that you never asked for this, but you're still taking this so well."

"Well enough to claw open my throat?"

"Well... more in the sense that it taking this long means that while you hate it, you know that it's something you are putting up with and still trying to live your life." Lucian reasoned. "Come on, let's go sit down and try to relax, you're still upset and I'm sure you want to not work yourself up into another attack."

"Yeah." Peter frowned, rubbing at his neck, he couldn't feel anything there but dried blood and bite scar. "Can we watch a movie?"

"Yes."

"Even if it's one you hate?"

"I believe that is most of what you tend to watch, but yes. Go sit on the couch with the girls, I'm sure cuddling with the cats will help. I'll get you a drink."

"Just reheat my blood and spike the fuck outta it, please? Make me a true Bloody Mary?" Peter asked and Lucian kissed him before nodding.

Peter gave him a tired smile and another kiss before walking to their living room, where the cats were, curled up sleeping. He flopped down next to them, annoying them for a second before they returned to their slumber.

He sighed and slumped in the seat, running his tongue over his teeth. He was still upset and worked up, but... he'd distract himself, that's what he always did.

Won't let those thoughts get to him again.

--

I almost had his turn into a bat, but that might make things worse.

[sugar-omi]

Poor gilf! Cove getting no love in that poll 😂

(Also damn u for breaking my heart with the rockstar cove angst. But you know what would make the angst sweeter? What if the crazy stalker tried to hurt coves kid? Maybe mc is preggers or has just given birth and stalker finds them?? You know cove would be horrified and out for blood - no one scares mc or his kid)

HES REALLY NOT

it's fine I put him there for laughs BUT ALSO ANON WHO ASKED ABT HIM U DIDNT VOTE FOR HIM DID YOU. YOU ASKED N YOU ABANDONED HIM <////3 /lh/j

also we alrdy know he would wipe the floor w that stalker, but include his child or pregnant partner? you're just asking to see if you're going to heaven or hell

ALSO U MADE ME THINK OF THAT IDOL ANIME (MY STAR) THAT IM SO CRAZY ABT RN

we're not.... we're not gonna talk abt this au w that plot (minus the serial killer/perv cove if we did bc he's too sweet in any au)

but the thought is interesting

yk either way, be it you break up w him or you have a kid together, he'd get sm softer. he'd still cuss n be rough n stuff but like he's sm more gentle and calm, ends up saying family friendly cuss words around his friends (for example, accidently sang 'fudge' instead of fuck during a song...)

and he's not as spontaneous and he's just so sweet

the pap get a lovely shot of him holding his baby n they're wearing matching leather jackets n sunglasses.

pap: *trying to ask questions, maybe even directs some at or abt your baby*

cove: they're not answering any questions rn, we have somewhere very important to be.

definitely poses the babe w his guitar n clothes n stuff n now all his posts everywhere are just of you n his kid (all in moderation ofc because of creeps)

in fact, prbly only posts a handful of pics w his kid n everything else comes from the pap

but on his priv? omfg. literally stfu. we get it your baby is cute!!!!!

[touyastearss]

The Ghosties and the Ghoulies (Arataki Itto x GN!Reader Fluff)

The Ghosties and the Ghoulies (Arataki Itto x GN!Reader Fluff)

Arataki Itto x GN!Reader 

TAGS: fluff, halloween-themed(ish), mentions of Itto and reader having children but it’s not specfied how

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Itto convinces you to go to a Haunted House with him. 

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“You go first.”

The push you deliver to your boyfriend’s back is light, hardly worthy of being called a ‘push’ if not a gentle press into his sturdy back. He’s well over six feet and built, for lack of better words, like a brick wall, but he stumbles forward dramatically nonetheless. The pout on his face makes you roll your eyes in amusement as he lets out a loud ‘Ouch!’, rubbing the spot on his back with fake hurt.

“You’re so dumb.” You laugh, momentarily forgetting your nerves.

Who’s idea was it to visit a Haunted House again? Not yours, that’s for sure.

“You’ll be fiiine , babe,” he promises, taking a hold of your hand in his firm grip and looking down at you with the cocky raise of an eyebrow, “you do have me after all. A strong, handsome, Oni. Just stay by my side and everything will be a-okay.”

“Hmm,” you hum, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss on the side of his cheek, “my big, brave man.” You giggle at the little blush that spreads across his cheeks as he averts his gaze and lets out an embarrassed cough .

“Just…don’t let go of my hand, got it?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, big boy.”

—-

You’ve been in the Haunted House for about ten minutes so far. It’s not been much- you can stomach a surprise gust of wind and you can just about deal with the cracks of thunder going off sporadically above your head. A little tame for a ‘House of Spooks’, but truthfully you’ve been moving at a pretty slow pace, too busy taking photos of each other with the wallpaper the walls in the first room donned. You’d both been captured by the glow-in-the-dark bats it had been decorated with - a necessary distraction for your jittery nerves. The pictures came out cute, at least.

Itto’s in front of you, one hand outstretched behind him to guide you through the steadily darkening passages. You clench your fingers around his a little more at a notably loud crack of thunder and you deliver a small smack to his back at the deep chuckle he lets out.

“You’re not afraid, are you babe?” He teases, his voice dripping with smugness. “Who knew my little baby was such a scaredy cat?” He turns back to you with a fake pout, looking at you pitifully. “Maybe if you give me a kiss I’ll look after you,” a finger taps his cheek.

You groan, forgetting the loud booms from above.  “Shut up, Itto.”

Your lips plant on his cheek for just a second.

He snickers a little, and the two of you continue forward. It soon becomes apparent that your little moment of bravery really was just a moment, because the rooms gradually become creepier and creepier as you continue on.

The doll room is the worst. High-pitched giggles echoing from all corners of the gloomy room and little porcelain bodies in frilly dresses littering the ground.

You let out a loud gasp as you turn your head and come face to face with one. Her eyes are right in front of your face, and you stumble back a little. Even in the dim light, you can see the pretty pink dress and long white hair grasped between Itto’s fingers.

“Look. She looks just like me,” your boyfriend laughs, holding the doll side by side, lifting her strands of white hair up beside his own. “Do you think our kids will look like her one day? I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

You try to ignore the warmth in your chest at his words, stuttering slightly as you scold him. “I-Itto put it down, I don’t think you’re allowed to pick them up. I don’t even know why you’d want to.” A little shudder goes down your back as the creepy chanting starts again.

He turns the doll to face him, giving it a sad look as he shakes his head, and then bringing it in for an embrace, rocking it back and forth in his arms. He tsks lightly. “Poor Mini Itto, at least one of your parents isn’t so mean .” He sticks his tongue out at you from over the head of the doll and you can’t hold back the twitch of your lips at his antics, sticking your own tongue out at him in response.

“Scare me like that again and you’ll be getting no kisses, never mind children .”

He shuts up pretty quickly after that.

You finally convince him to leave the doll where he found it and continue on, certain you’re about halfway through. The room is abandoned with a final dramatic “Bye-bye Mini Itto!” and the fake sobs of not-so-mini Itto echoing across the walls.

Pretty soon, you’re back to your previous arrangement; Itto leading the way and you trailing behind, reacting to any and all jump scares, despite the majority being blocked by your boyfriend’s frame.

He’s spent the entire time laughing at you, of course. Shoulders shaking as he silences himself for the nth time at the sight of the glare you send him, and even once stopping to console you at a particularly large fright with a kiss to your lips and a comforting “Almost out now.”

Then, after what feels like hours, you’re on the final stretch. You’ve not kept an exact count of the amount of rooms, but you’re pretty certain you’re close to the end. Itto's been talking almost non-stop for the last ten minutes, and though he says it’s to distract you, you have a sneaking suspicion it’s for his own benefit too.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He chides. “It’s okay to be scared, just watch out for the ghosties and the ghoulies and the-”

A shrill scream fills the room as the lights flash, and another, much deeper, deafening scream echoes back. You can’t help but let out a shriek of your own, clenching your fists tight into Itto’s jacket and shutting your eyes, only opening them when both noises have dissipated and the two of you are standing in a shocked silence.

Wow. Is all you can think. That was scary.

Whatever it was, it must have been terrifying enough to scare Itto, it must’ve been pretty horrifying to-

And then you see it.

There’s a coffin reading ‘GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD’ in front of the spot your boyfriend stands in, both doors open and showcasing the clearly worn figure of a cartoon vampire as it leans out of its resting place, fangs and teeth bared as blood drips from its plastic teeth.

It looks like a child made it, and honestly it has got to be the cheesiest vampire you have ever seen in your life.

There’s no time for you to hold back the loud laughter that bubbles up in your chest, bending over as you grip his coat again, except this time for the stability to stay standing as tears fall from your eyes. You can hardly breathe, taking multiple moments to catch your breath as you finally raise again, breaking out into yet another fit of laughter at the unimpressed look on your boyfriend’s face.

“Are you done?” He asks, the tone of his voice not doing the greatest job at hiding his embarrassment. He’s so cute.

“Sorry, sorry..” you say, taking deep breaths, body still trembling  “.... you just…really sent me into a coffin fit .”

There’s a millisecond of silence, and then he lets out a groan, mouth twitching with amusement as he looks down at you with a poor attempt of seriousness. “Not cool, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you agree, and he can see the twinkle in your eye as you speak, opting to just stand there and take it as you open your mouth.

“He really sucked .”

[lovelykhaleesiii]

alright, alright, alright.

so first of all, pls assume that whenever I am talking about aegon, I am talking about chubby! aegon, the love of my life and the father of my future chubby children. oh gods the thought of him in a properly-made armor (with hints of both his love for Sunfyre and you... I... ugh).

also I don't know if this is just being weird, but whenever I have to wear tight attire, I get low key bruises, like it itches + hurts a bit and imagine it happens the same to poor aegon when he has to wear that constricting armor (because as suited for him as it is, it still needs to be skintight) and you rub everything with oils + kisses -> it soon turns into a body worship session.

for the next thing I have got to put a disclaimer (tw: non-con/dub-con): for the adrenaline-seeking aemond after a battle, chasing with his armor any relief and you, instead of being his wife, being his servant (like that mention of THAT scene in 'atonement' got me thinking; also to show up next to aegon in THAT dress?) and he just comes to you and rips what little he has to to get to your heat and to keep you there till the excitement shimmer and you have to walk away with his seed between your legs (a sight he enjoys very much).

but also the undressing of him from his armor and the slow comeback to your soft baby boy aegon, I... ugh... so yeah, I got it out and now I can go on with my day (no I can't)

girlie great minds think alike, Aegon in my mind ALWAYS is chubby. I see no one else 😫🥺 so glad we cleared that up!!! OMG CHONKER BABIES WITH AEGON YES PLZ, where do I sign?!

omg he loves how attentive and nurturing you are, how gentle you are with his body especially after returning home from battle. how you prepare a warm bath, with essential oils and all that good stuff. the way you gently wash him, stroking off the dirt and blood off him, he just watches you (sometimes if he’s really needy, he’ll drag you inside to fuck you in the bath). but he worships you like no tomorrow. he sees absolutely no flaw in your body. everytime he comes back home, he glorifies you as if it’s the first time he sees your body over and over again. you’re literally a goddess to him.

omg Aemond would literally rush back to you after battle. fuck everyone that even tries to stop or talk to him, he just bypasses them, finds you & locks the two of you away so he can just fuck you senseless the entire night, until he’s satisfied that there’s a babe in your belly. he often gets worried one day he might not return and wants a piece of you with him always 🥺

OMG AEGON CRAVING Y/N’S BODY HEAT YUM, but he’s the one exuding all the heat from all that fighting entrapped in all that heat. imagine he finds you out in the gardens or library in some stunning dress (like the iconic atonement one) & he just fucks you then and there. literally tears the dress up, and he only finds out after that it was a fave so he just commands someone to remake it for you…. Just to do the same thing all over again 🤭 he loves filling you to the brim, seeing how helpless you get trying to keep yourself composed as his cum pools from your cunt ughhhhh !!!

I LOVE THIS SM 😫😫😫💘