#but this is uh. uhm. very time sensitive

[definitely-a-wizard]

Hello, fellow wizards! Entirely hypothetical question, what do you do if you accidentally spill a wizard potion (not an elixir) and now your (WIZARD SPELL) workshop is slowly turning into gold.

asking for a friend. who is not me

[ivysprophecy]

bed chem

warnings; uhm sex lol? oral (male and femme recieving) very whorish thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls pls pls), brief mentions of bruising and hickeys, dirty talk. breeding kink if you squint

p. 1 | p. 3

word count; 2295

summary; jj and you have always been able to get along as long as it was in a nice comfy bed. what happens when you start to wonder if your chemistry goes beyond that?

divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

im being so for real when i say id let jj do just about anything he wanted to me.

and im not even being dramatic.

the second i can feel his lips make contact with that spot below my ear and his hands leaving finger prints on my hips, im a goner.

i dont necessarily know what it is about him specifically, and saying its our chemistry feels so icky to say but i dont know how else to describe it.

the way he hooks his thumbs through the belt loops on my shorts? like right now? yea im soaked already.

"mama you've been teasin me all night with that fucking idiot of a date- dont gotta do that baby you just gotta ask me for it."

"jj less talking more tongue."

"yes mama," he smirks up at me from his lap, his lips going back to my neck.

i have to interrupt him because i simply cant keep this shirt on my body. unfortunately i did have my cakes on so he just had to chuckle at them

"jj weve talked about this! they aren't funny!"

"baby theyre boob pancakes for your nipples its always gonna be hilarious."

" 'always' as if youre gonna see them again. how confident."

"sweetheart you say that every time. just let me give the girls some love and enjoy it, yea?" with that he starts peppering kisses all over my chest, his hands pawing at both of them.

"jesus-" the moans that come from my throat are honestly embarrassing but hes just too fucking good at this. he knows every sensitive inch on me.

its like he has me fucking memorized its insane. he feels insane.

and it doesnt help that he loves eye contact. i hate admitting that it flusters me, i dont want him knowing it takes everything in me to keep half of my dignity when he has me like this.

my fingers find the buckle of his belt doing my best to blindly work it off of his waist desperate to get whats under his pants.

im not ashamed to admit that.

"someones eager tonight," he pulls off of my chest with a noisy pop sound, smiling that signature cocky grin that i love to hate. "you gonna tell me what you want?"

i push him back onto the bed so i have easier access to his belt, more so his dick if im being honest.

"i want you to stop talking so i can get your pants off. why dont you work on that shirt for me baby?"

"well since you asked so sweetly," he chuckles throwing off his cut off while helping you get rid of his shorts. "only if you put your shorts on the floor next to mine."

"thats such a weird fucking thing to say jj what the fuck?"

"what? i thought thatd be cute."

"youre so freaking weird," you roll your eyes sliding off your shorts throwing them in whatever direction. they land next to his

jj sits there, head against the pillows watching me. i cant help but feel uneasy, im aware that i have no reason to be uncomfortable and that hes seen me this way plenty of times before but theres something in his eyes that makes me feel like hes drinking in every inch of me and its a but unsettling,

"youre so pretty. cant get enough of ya. ever," he gestures for me to come closer with his fingers before snapping and pointing to his face, "park it pretty mama."

"jj-" i start to interrupt him but he refuses any rebuttal.

"uh uh. weve talked about this. youre gonna sit on my face and im gonna eat it as much as i please. cmon now dont be shy. it doesnt suit you."

blush eats away at your cheeks as you crawl forward closer to his face, gripping the headboard for stability.

"im not shy."

"then act like it baby. now let me taste you, wanna warm you up good for me," and with those last words his arms wrap around my hips and he pulls me down so my weight is on his face.

the second his lips make contact his tongue is READY to work, and let me be clear he knows where the clit is okay? Sucking, licking, even nipping he does it all so fucking good.

all while looking up at me as i use his face like a damn chair.

my hips are desperately trying match the pace of his tongue, i can feel his nose rubbing against my clit giving me the best kind of friction im looking for.

oh my god and when he moans into me?? im done. finished. totaled. i cannot stop the sounds im making.

my legs shake beside his head, and hes staring up at me so smug, so proud of himself like his ability to make me cum was ever in question.

"see? so good for me mama was that so hard?"

i cant even get the words out, still clutching onto the headboard catching my breath. "jj-"

"ive got you dont worry," he picks me up by my waist and twists us so hes now hovering over me. "ill make you feel so good i promise."

"jj- i-" i try to take a deep breath and gather my thoughts, none of them holy obviously. "just gimme a second-"

"awe, someone overstimulated? already?"

i close my eyes and take a deep breath, because yes i do get easily overstimulated. "dont be a dick-"

"i havent even pulled it out yet."

"oh yea? lets see what you've got to say when ive got you all up in my mouth huh? lets find out baby."

i move out from underneath him and lay my head off the edge of the bed, looking at him with an excited glimmer in my eyes and my tongue sticking out.

"holy shit-" i giggle watching jj practically fall off the bed to take his boxers off, fumbling to do so. "are you serious?"

"yea jayj im serious," i say through a few laughs. "now cmere. remember you dont gotta hold back. i can take it."

"oh my god- shit. mama you keep talking like that and im not gonna last."

"i dont wanna talk jj i want your cock in my mouth," and with those final words his boxers drop to the floor. and i can see how ready is, honestly it looks painful. and i wanna make him feel all better.

my hand finds his, pulling him closer to the beds edge. once his length is over my mouth i run my tongue down his shaft, taking him into my hand and pumping what i cant reach.

"you ready for me baby?"

jj doesnt answer, he grabs my hair and tugs my head down further having me open my mouth before stuffing me full.

i can hear the groan he lets out, its guttural. and hot as fuck.

my tongue slides along his length almost asking to pull him in deeper. but he keeps still for a moment, gathering himself so he can continue.

but i know my boy. hes not gonna wait much longer to be inside me and i have no plans on arguing about it.

after a minute his hips buck forward a bit. "you good mama?"

and of course i cant really respond with his dick in my mouth. so naturally i try to take him deeper, urging him to move his hips again.

his grip on my hair tightened as he buried himself as deep as he could and slowly pulling back out.

poor guy is torturing himself! i havent even done anything, and he knows he doesnt have to go this slow.

he keeps his rhythm slow and steady, and i can feel the anticipation in his muscles restricting himself so i give his thigh a quick tap letting him know to pull away.

"jj you okay? you can go faster."

he lets a groan fall from his already pouty lips, "mama i cant handle going faster. need to be in ya when i bust."

i cant help but chuckle at his admission.

"oh baby. shouldve just said somethin. how you want me?"

i love making his eyes roll to the back of is head. but not like that weird anime shit. you know what i mean?

jj jumps back onto the mattress, back against the headboard patting his lap. "you know i want the girls all up in my face sweetheart. cmon and give me a good ride."

"yes captain," did i always say that jokingly? of course. did he always take it seriously? absolutely.

i climb over his lap, letting my knees rest against the bed sheets.

"youre still on the pill mama? or you still like the idea of me puttin a baby in ya" he looks up at me with pleading eyes, praying i am because he knows that means ill let him in bare. so fucking pussy whipped. i love it.

"jj you wouldn't be in this bed with me if i wasnt, now are you clean?" i have to ignore the baby comment because yea i really really really do.

"if you really believed i wasnt you wouldve have just tried to suck out my soul."

he does technically have a point there. "cant think straight when youre just standing there you know that jj. cmon are you clean or not?"

"youre the only one for me sweetheart. hop on, please. im beggin ya. need you so bad mama its killin me."

"'s gonna be a tight fit. 'm already so swollen down there."

"jesus," his head falls to rest on my chest and its like he all of a sudden remembers i have tits. peppering kisses all over my chest before wrapping his mouth over my nipple as i line him up. "baby you dont even know what youre saying. what its doin to me. got me so worked up im not gonna last long."

"good thing too because neither am i."

letting my weight lower onto him we moan out in unison, grabbing the hairs at the nape of his neck i hold tight as i let the sting of his size settle.

i do adjust rather quickly, seeing as hes been inside me plenty times before.

rocking my hips to start slow, i press small kisses on his hair as his grip on my hips tightens. part of me hopes i have little finger tip bruises tomorrow. they always show through my swimsuits. jj cant get enough of them.

"shit baby i need more.. cmon you can take it. its alright im not goin no where. give it to me."

fuck does he know how to talk me through it.

i raise myself a little only to leave a small drop, increasing the pace with each bounce. because holy shit he just hits that spot every damn time. sometimes i legit wonder if his dick was made for me.

then i roll my eyes at how fucking whipped i sound.

"yeaaa thats it mama. you keep that up, just how ya like it," thats the last thing he says before his thumbs starts toying with my clit and his mouth is once against attached to one of my breasts.

jjs the only guy that ive ever told that i need something else when hes inside me. never once made me feel insecure or guilty about it. in fact, i kind think he loves that he gets to play with me more.

"holy shit- jay- jay im close... you there baby?"

i can feel him nod against me so i move faster, harder, whatever i can do to chase that high im so desperately close to. and i can tell hes close to, hes got a little twitch whenever hes almost there and it feel soooo fucking good. takes me right over the edge.

"yeaaa gorgeous thats it. want me to fill you up? want me to make you my real mama?"

my head buries itself in his neck, covering it in small kisses to muffle my moans as i finish all over him.

and he's not close behind, thrusting up to meet me as i ride out mine, finishing just moments after me and i can feel him covering my insides.

and dammit if i dont wanna feel this way forever.

"so fucking good mama. made just for me i swear..." he mumbles against my chest leaving little hickeys as he catches his breath.

after a minute of just holding onto each other he slowly lowers me to the bed knowing that my legs feel like jelly.

he presses a kiss to my cheek before headed to the bathroom and grabbing us a wet washcloth. he rubs it over my thighs and my stomach and neck before cleaning me up carefully, knowing it helps me cool off afterwards.

"thank you jayj... always so sweet."

"shucks mama dont worry about it, you know ill always take care of you."

after cleaning the both of us up he grabs his muscle tank he was wearing before handing it to me so i can have some coverage while i sleep.

"want me to go out on the couch?" he wondered. always so thoughtful.

"dont be stupid. climb on in big boy."

his stupid sleepy smile is so freakin cute, i hate it.

"night jj."

"night sweetheart. love ya."

i know he says it every time. every night in fact. so why when he tells me that does it put a pit in my stomach?

and just like that, with his arms around me, hes peacefully asleep and im wide awake wondering what the fuck im doing.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Sensitive.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!reader

Words count: 1300 (more or less, I added something just before posting it)

Warning: + 18, MDNI

Summary: You make Frankie come just by playing with his nipples. That’s it, that’s the fic LOL

Tags: pov second person, reader has breasts, nipples and hair, no other description of her is given, pwp, nipples play (YAS we play with the man’s nipples wooo), ice cubes, swearing, pet names (baby, honey), established relationship, dick pronouns for @sp00kymulderr’s challenge, kissing, Frankie obviously has a huge cock, I think it’s all? Let me know if I missed something and I will add it right away.

A/N: I've been wanting to do this for a while now because I'm a big fan of nipples (gender neutral, folks, we don't discriminate here, I can love a variety of them) and those Pedro pics yesterday uhm…inspired me lol English is not my first language, I have no beta, any mistakes are my fault, I’m so very sorry 💀

I also did it because every time I use the translator to check my English, whenever I type something nipples related, the translator always uses she/her and it pisses me off.

I hope it's not cringe, if it sucks pretend you've never read it, please, I love you all bye.

I started a tag list, let me know if you want to be added, thanks so much!

Frankie has sensitive nipples.

You discovered this by accident, while you were in bed together after he had fucked you like a god. Your hand wandered over his chest and brushed against his areola. Frankie fidgeted, tried not to show it but the involuntary flinching of his body spoke for him.

He kissed you right after just before you could ask anything so you didn’t investigate any further but you were so intrigued by it. You kept thinking about the way he squirmed under your touch for days and craved to do something more for him.

You have a thing for nipples. For his especially.

Both because you love him and because they are delicious. You also don't like the fact that yours get all the attention while his have always remained two neglected little buttons on his chest while you’re pretty sure you could make good use of them.

Tonight is the time to change that, at least to try.

As you kiss on your couch his hands instantly fly to your tits, he massages them, squeezes them and as much as what he's doing drives you crazy you keep thinking that you would like to do something for him.

“Frankie” you breathe between kisses and he whispers on your lips “what, honey?”

“Nothing… it’s just…”

“What?” he interrupts you “did I do something wrong?”

You smile in front of his worried eyes “no, you’re perfect, really. I just…” you hesitate but in the end you spit it out “I would love to try something new”

Frankie smirks under his mustache “uh, what’s in that scrumptious little head of yours?”

You giggle, feeling your courage grow as you slowly run a hand over his chest still covered by his shirt, starting from his neck, down his collarbones and then his pectorals.

“I would like… uhm… I would like to play a little game”

Frankie’s eyes sparkle with curiosity mixed with excitement “you know I like games”

“Okay, do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, baby” he says right away, brushing your arm gently and looking you sweetly in the eyes.

“Let’s go to bedroom then”

You stop in the kitchen to get some ice cubes that you put in a glass as he watches you, still confused but definitely aroused “What are those for?”

“You'll find out soon enough” you take him by the hand grinning, lead him towards your room which has now become yours and you have him stand in front of the bed.

“Take off your shirt” you order him “and your jeans”

“I already like that,” he chuckles.

“Lie down,” you tell him soon after, playfully pressing a hand to the center of his chest.

You place the glass on the bedside table and undress, remaining only in your underwear while he cranes his neck to look at you and licks his lips full of anticipation.

“My favorite view…” he whispers and you giggle, crouching on the bed right next to him “Now listen to me, you can’t touch me but I’m going to touch you, okay?”

Frankie sighs “okay”

“Can you behave for me?” you raise an eyebrow watching him ironically.

Frankie lets out a more convinced “yes” and you praise him “such a good boy for me”

You brush your fingertips over his chest again, going down over his sternum, then over his stomach and belly, stroking the thin strip of hair that disappears into his boxers. "I think he'll like this," you whisper, watching his half-erection rose from beneath the fabric.

“He’s looking forward to it” he nods with a crooked smile.

Of course he expects you to touch him right there, but your hand goes back up letting a little protest leave his lips.

You stop on one of his nipples and your fingers graze all around the areola.

Frankie squirms, widening his eyes, mouth agape “oh fuck, is that what you want to do?”

You purr “exactly. Can I go on?”

Frankie swallows air, his Adam's apple pops in his throat, then murmurs, “Go ahead.”

“Shall we bet he will come untouched?” You suggest.

“We’ll see. Don’t make him wait further, gorgeous, do your thing” he urges you.

You begin to caress his skin, moving closer and closer, Frankie watches you mesmerized as you feel his body tense under your fingers.

You rub his areola again and then pinch his nipple. He gasps loudly “Oh fuck”

“Everything okay?” You murmur.

He frowns noticeably and nudges “yes.”

You alternate between pinching and rubbing, feeling his breathing get heavy and shorter as his cock swells under his boxers. You shift only long enough to pull them down and expose his huge engorged dick to your view.

“So much better” you purr “I need to see him”

You return to your seat beside him and remove your bra, smiling mischievously at him. Frankie tries to raise his hand to reach out to feel you but you rebuke him, " Hey, no! You can look, but don't touch, remember?”

He blurts out, “That's not fair,” and you chuckle, “I feel like he's doing just fine anyway. The best boy," you tease him.

You take an ice cube and pass it over your lips, you suck on it lightly and small drops of water slide down your chin, you place it back into the glass as Frankie lets out a needy moan. His pupils are dilated and his lower lip quivers slightly, he is absolutely delicious.

You reach down and your nipples brush against him, “You can feel them like that, can't you?”

He sighs “yeah…okay”

You stick your cold tongue out and run it over his and he groans “oh baby”

You eye his cock rise higher and higher until it comes flapping against his tummy, hard and swollen and its pre cum begins to drip from the tip along its length.

Your tongue circles his nipple, again and again, then you flick it and you nibble it lightly and Frankie's back arches as he gasps, "Holy fuck, baby, you're killing me."

Your mouth and ice-cold lips stir all his nerve endings just as you expected.

You smile pleasantly impressed against his skin ”you like that, huh?”

“God, yes” he breathes “fuck”

He groans loudly when you detached, taking an ice cube again and sucking it between your lips, then lean over his chest to reach the other nipple as you continue to rub the other with your fingertips.

His chest rises and falls faster and faster as your tongue strikes sharply and precisely, your other hand resting on his arm to steady you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop please I’m so close” he whimpers “fuck - just like that baby”

You continue until his cock is on the verge of bursting, then you move your hand to take it and finish him off.

“Come for me, Frankie, come on” you urge him “Give it all to me, baby” just like he does every time he’s in control and his response is immediate, he comes in your palm after a few strokes, long streaks of sticky cum painting your hands and his tummy as he whines.

You get between his legs to suck him clean, welcoming his cock between your lips and giving him what he wanted from the beginning after what he didn’t know he needed.

You suck him until he softens and then you lie in his arms, quietly enjoying his warmth. He is the first to break the silence, after kissing your nose and your forehead "damn, baby, you knocked me out"

You lift your gaze to his and smile "you didn't imagine that huh?"

"He didn't imagine it either," Frankie laughs.

"I told you he would like it" Frankie caresses your cheek and you reach out to kiss him, his taste still on your lips. "next time you play with mine while I play with yours" you coo.

He retorts, “just give me some time to rest and I’ll show you right away”

Thank for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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[softinkshadows]

Overworking

Disclaimer: explicit sex

Fem! reader x Nanami Kento

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Ding! You press the doorbell to room 703, grumbling under your breath. It's already day 3 of the tech conference and your ankles feel almost bruised from all the walking in heels. You can already feel your body straining against a week of consecutive 3 hours of sleep, in between lunchtime meetings, speeches, networking sessions and too many cups of coffee (and occasionally champagne). You glance briefly at your watch. 11pm. To make matters worse, there's a mid-event assessment report due by noon tomorrow. And your colleague still has not answered the door, leaving you to muck pathetically about the expensive carpet and ostentatious perfume of the hotel corridor.

"Hey!!" you rap on the door, impatient. "We haven't got all day-"

The door swings open abruptly.

You're a little taken aback at the suddenness, but also at the newfound proximity. Your colleague was dressed in a laidback t shirt and sweatpants, a white towel draped casually across shoulder.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was in the shower. Let's get to the report," he said, turning back towards the room and motioning for you to enter.

You kick off your heels near the doorway, shutting the door with a click. Maybe it's the fact that it has been long day, or the fact that you've never seen your colleague outside of his perfectly pressed beige suit and slacks. But you feel disoriented, and nervous, as if you stumbled upon a scene you shouldn't have. When did Nanami Kento, of all people, actually look kind of attractive?

You spread out the printed documents on the coffee table and pull up the slides and excel sheets on your laptop. Your eyes can't help but slide, every now and then, over to the man seated next to you on the couch.

Nanami had always gotten on your nerves. If it was not an early promotion, then it was a compliment from Director Yamazaki, or a client lunch only he was invited to. You'd both graduated from ivy leagues with top grades, started at JJK Corp at the same time, and yet it always seemed he was just a step ahead of you. And while he was competent, there was just something about it that seemed quite unfair. It made you bitter and him stoic, filling your working relationships with barbed back-and-forths. Somehow it was Nanami that always knew how to rile you up the most.

You watch as a glistening drop of water falls from his damp hair, darkening a spot on his grey shirt. You could feel the slight warmth of his body, radiating from his proximity. Also, he smelt good.

"Uhm okay," you clear your throat to redirect your focus. "So about the report, it seems like we have pretty good sentiment around the CTO's remarks."

"Yes, and I think with this it will be good to introduce some, uh, some new messaging around our core product," Nanami said. It was only when he stuttered slightly that you realised his face was very lightly flushed. Was he drunk?

He caught you looking quizzically before quipping quietly. "Yeah sorry, I was dragged for some drinks with clients after the dinner."

"Oh, with Director Yamazaki?"

"Yeah."

You fight the feeling of frustration wanting to claw its way out of your chest.

"Well anyway, I don't think that's the right call. The downsides around the technology is too sensitive to broach now, it'll invite unnecessary criticism," you shot back a little too fast, irked from exhaustion as well as to compensate from how oddly riled up you are. "We should just stick to what the CTO discussed, and double down from there."

"You don't like me, do you?" Nanami said, his teeth lightly clenched.

There was a rather long silent pause.

You met his gaze and tried hard not to squirm under its intensity. There was something in his eyes which showed annoyance, provoking, yet somehow tinged with a little remorse, as if he regretted what he just said. It was only now that you realise he was in fact very drunk.

Angry, haughty, stoic, bratty Nanami you could deal with. But drunk Nanami? It was a whole new animal.

"Er I..." you trail off in growing discomfort, at a loss of what to say. Your eyes subconsciously dipping to his neck, still streaked with a little water from his shower, and the broad curve of his shoulders. Somehow the sight made your mouth dry, stomach knotting in a newfound intimacy. You look back up and see his brown eyes still on you, piercing. Immediately, you flush up to your cheeks.

"I-I mean, the report.." you begin to say, stammering. Flailing. Saying anything possible to distract him from this embarrassing moment.

"Screw the report," Nanami breathes. Then he pulls you into him, his hand cupping your chin. Your lips almost touching

Then he pauses, observing your reaction, waiting for permission. His cheeks are pinker now, and the tips of his ears are lightly flushed. You feel your heartbeat in your ears, the tension in your chest about to burst. He always knew how to rile you up.

"Ugh, screw you," you moaned as you gave in, leaning in to smash your lips against his.

With a new hunger, Nanami grabbed your waist and pulled your legs around his, pressing your body hard against him as he sloppy kissed his way into your mouth, his fingers stroking up and down the length of your thigh. You moaned at the feeling, the taste of alcohol on his tongue egging you on. You felt even more giddy at how unrestrained he was, how strong his arms were around you. Before you knew it, you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs, desperate for friction.

As if on cue, his nimble fingers found its way to your waistband, unbuckling your pants, and pulling them down around you. You're too caught up with his tongue stroking the inside of your heated mouth, of both your spit trickling down the side of your lips to feel self conscious. He moves his hand up your your blouse, stroking your spine lightly before removing your top as well.

Nanami pauses for a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His brown eyes burning with lust.

Your bra straps have fallen off your shoulders, your hair messy and tousled, lips wet and legs parted. Your lace underwear has a spot darkening with slick. He's never seen you like this.

"Oh fuck," Nanami breathes, pulling you to straddle him such that your back is to him. He nibbles on your neck, fingers dancing a trail from your collarbone, to your breasts, where he plays with your hardened nipple through your lace bra. His hands travel down to your underwear, where he massages your clit lightly from the outside.

"Stop teasing, Nanami, ah-" you cry out, your body quivering with want.

You're on edge, spreading your legs wide as possible and arching back into him to just feel anything. Wanting to push yourself into his touch.

Nanami relents. He pushes aside the fabric and strokes his digits lightly along your drenched folds. "You're wet," he chuckled, before inserting one thick finger into your cunt and biting lightly on your neck at the same time.

The sensation is enough to make you gasp out loud in pleasure, as you spread your legs wider to, thrusting up into his palm.

"Shhhh.. you really have to be a little more patient," he whispered into your ear, before adding a second finger to stretch you out.

Your eyes widen at the feeling, moaning as his large fingers already fill you.

"Did you know I've always wanted to have you like his, quivering over me with my fingers inside you?" Nanami lulled, adding his third finger into your quivering pussy. Already, from the sound of them thrusting in and out of you, you're obscenely wet, and he hasn't even taken off his clothes.

"But not, you had to be a little minx. Always all about work, and the competition," Nanami emphasised the last word while reaching his thumb up to press against your swollen nub.

"Ahhh fuck me, Nanami, please, I need to.." you gasp in between heavy breaths, on the verge of falling off the edge of pleasure. His fingers going in and out of you fast, squelching and hitting your g spot with every movement, your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the couch. At that moment, he speeds up, his fingers drilling into you relentlessly and his thumb massaging your clit in circles. His other hand clasps lightly around your neck as he whispers into your ear, "Come for me, sweetheart."

"Ahhh Nanami, fuck-" You moan as you come undone, hitting your climax. Your mind goes blank as you convulse around his hand, feeling your juices coating his palm. Thighs shaking, you arch into his kiss and frenziedly rub your ass against his crotch to ride out the high, gasping for air as fingers continue to pummel in and out of you.

When you come down, he pulls his fingers out, stringy with all your fluids. He licks them off with his tongue before pulling you in for another kiss.

"I would have liked to do this in the bedroom first, but I don't think I can wait," Nanami murmured darkly. He lifts you easily and turns you around, so that you're facing him, legs spread out on either side of him and ready.

He unclasps your bra and throws it unceremoniously to the side, out of sight. "Oh god, you're beautiful," he whispers, trailing his fingers around your nipples before his bites onto one of them hard. You moan, grasping his hair with your fingers and finding your legs unconsciously spreading wider. You can feel him hot and hard beneath the sweatpants, and suddenly this animalistic hunger overtakes you and you absolutely need to be completely filled up by him.

You almost tear off his shirt, licking and biting your way down his neck, while your hands fiddle with his sweats to set him free. His cock is already huge and hard against his abs, throbbing with a little precum at the tip.

"Nanami I need you in me, now, please" you beg, pawing at his chest, messily kissing around his mouth. Nanami chuckles into the kiss, before lifting you and slowly lowering you onto his cock.

You wince slightly at his girth and how big he is. He's barely past the tip and you can feel him stretching you so much it stings. But you're already so wet and needy that your juices are coating him, making it easier for his cock to bury itself into you.

"Such a good girl," Nanami murmurs, stroking your hair as he lowers you all the way up to the hilt, you body trembling to accommodate his size. You feel so indecently splayed out in front of him, nipples wet and sore from being bitten, sweat speckling across your body and his entire cock sheathed inside you, that you felt yourself getting wetter despite the stinging stretch. You begin to grind against him, feeling his whole length stroke your insides, hitting the spot deep inside you.

"Oh! Nanami! Fuck, you feel so good," you cry out at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Something about Nanami, about the way he gazes at you with such feral hunger, the way his fingers are pinching your nipples and holding the small of your waist, ignites a new thirst in you.

Without warning, you feel a new escalating pleasure build in your stomach as you hit another climax, moaning and rolling your hips around his cock, hearing your pussy squelch around his length, which continues to throb and brush against your g spot.

"Oh fuck," Nanami groans, "You're needy for my cock? What a little slut." He starts to bounce you up and down his length, coating the base to the tip of his cock with your cum before slamming you down again. You cry out at the rough and new sensation, pleasure starting to build again as the room fills with the sound of wet skin against wet skin.

He reaches around to slap your ass, hard and unforgiving. It's certain to leave a mark and you love it, crying out and moaning and egging him on, begging for him to go faster and harder.

"Nanami- oh fuck - feels so good!" you moan as he picks up his pace, thrusting into you, your nipples sliding against his now-sweaty chest, your clit rubbing against his torso and getting even wetter by the second.

"You're such a desperate minx, have you been waiting for me to ruin you all this time?" Nanami grunts between heavy breaths. You can feel the strain, the vein in his forehead that shows how desperate he also feels, rutting into you like his life depends on it.

"Fuck - yes!" You cried out, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks from the intensity, as you feel yourself completely emptied, then gaped wide and filled so entirely, as Nanami's cock goes in and out of you. You breath catching in your throat, you feel the knot of tension in your stomach growing larger, wider, your limbs beginning to quiver with pleasure and pain.

"Nanami, I'm going to-" you're unable to finish your sentence, as Nanami quickens his pace, pinching your nipples hard and using his hands to spread your ass cheeks even wider so he can bury his cock even deeper. His throbbing length hits the wall of your cervix rhythmically. HIs tongue laps around your nipples and your neck and earlobes, all the sensations tipping you over the edge as you come, loud and hard, moaning and whimpering against him. Your pussy clenching and convulsing around him unbearably tight, juices dripping across his thighs and onto the couch. His fingers around your ass also drenched, pushing and prodding against your hole, making you eyes blow out in pleasure as you ride out your longest ever orgasm.

The erotic sight and sensation sends Nanami over the edge as he thrusts wildly inside you and ruts into you one more time, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside you. "Fuck.." Nanami moans, emptying out and holding your waist so he coats all of your walls. You curse at the feeling, moaning so good against him as your orgasm doubles, driven by lust and the depravity of his want. Your slick now mixed with white cum seeps out from you, coating his balls, trickling sticky down to the sofa.

You've never felt this good in a long time.

Nanami pulls you in to him, breathing hard.

"I don't hate you," you finally said, your face flushes, legs trembling from the high.

"Seems like you don't," he laughed, reaching to give you a kiss on the cheek. He eyes settle on open door to the bedroom, before looking back at you.

"Ready for round two?"

[hypnoneghoul]

Hyp my good sir, I beg you for more on touch sensitive Dew 🙏

Touch for ghouls is a need. It might be said that it is for humans, too, but it’s different.

A ghoul that isn’t touched would…deteriorate over time, mentally and physically. They’d lose their mind and give in to the wild part of their soul.

The process had already started for Dewdrop, days before Rain was summoned.

Aether and Mountain had all but begged the young water ghoul to help with their mate once they'd noticed how Dewdrop fell in love with him at first sight. They realized quickly that Rain was that last chance; the last glimmer of hope.

And indeed, he helped Dewdrop slowly come back to life by reintroducing him to touch. Step by step the fire ghoul is healing and after a couple months he and Rain are preparing to take yet another step; sleep in one bed.

Before they do that, Rain sets up a wall made of bedding in the middle of the nest, to keep Dewdrop comfortable. The fire ghoul is grateful, wanting nothing more than to be able to sleep next to Rain, but scared of what unexpected touch would cause.

They decide on attempting to intertwine their tails—considering that the skin on Dewdrop’s is different than on the rest of his body, and that Rain’s own is very smooth; like the fire ghoul’s used to be.

“Goodnight, Dewdrop,” Rain mumbles when they’re all set. “See you in the morning.”

“Night, Rainy,” the other replies, and silence falls. Dewdrop’s anxiety makes it hard for him to fall asleep for a while, but when he lets it dissipate and focuses on the comfort of having Rain’s tail tangled with his own, sleep does take him.

Rain wakes up first in the early morning, to something heavy(ish) and warm spread out on top of him.

It takes a moment for him to wake up properly, open his eyes and realize that it’s Dewdrop.

At first he grins sleepily with pride, but then he panics.

What if the fire ghoul will freak out when he wakes up and fall back on his healing journey? No, no, Rain can’t have that. As much as it pains him to do it, he gently pushes Dewdrop’s sleeping body off of him and back onto the other side of the—somehow still existent—pillow wall.

Rain can’t stop chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits for the other to wake up. When he does, Dewdrop doesn’t notice the water ghoul’s anxious behavior. It’s a good half an hour later when he decided to tell him what happened—and ask how he feels about it.

“Okay, so…” Rain starts, “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, sure,” the other smiles at him kindly, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, it’s just–I feel like you need to know you…you slept on me.”

“On you?” Dewdrop repeats with confusion. “Like…like I was touching you?”

“Yeah, you must’ve rolled over and you seemed–uhm, quite comfortable.”

The fire ghoul stares at Rain with his mouth agape for a little while before speaking again, “Uh–first of all, sorry–sorry for squishing you.”

“It’s alright,” Rain chuckles, “you’re not that heavy.”

“Sorry, uh–I…” Dewdrop’s voice cracks, “I have to process.”

“That’s fair, take your time,” the water ghoul assures and moves away to do something unrelated, not to stress the other out even more than he already is. He disappears into the bathroom for a moment, too, to give Dewdrop space.

“So…looks like it’s all in my head,” he says when Rain comes back out.

“Seems so,” he agrees with a twitch of the corner of his lips.

“Do you think if–if I was able to sleep on you,” Dewdrop asks shyly, “do you think we could try hugging…now?”

“I don’t want you to–”

“Please. Please, Rainy, just for a moment,” he begs and Rain would be the most cruel person to have ever existed if he denied Dewdrop his hug.

He opens his arms and waits for the smaller ghoul to move. He’s nearly shaking—as excited as he is terrified.

Dewdrop closes his eyes before stepping forward. He gasps and clenches his jaw as Rain’s arm grazes his shoulder.

“I’m okay,” he whispers. He’s not giving up now.

Dewdrop lets out a hurt little sob and melts against the other ghoul, knees buckling. Rain wraps his arms around him and holds him up as the fire ghoul cries in relief.

He leans in and hits Rain’s chest and it’s…it’s fine.

He’s fine. 

“You–you’re so–you smell so nice,” he giggles through the tears. He can finally smell Rain like he's been wanting to for months.

“And you’re so warm,” Rain replies, nearly as emotional himself.

Just like that, Dewdrop is alright.

[jilixthinker]

Lee Know with aphrodisiacs. THATS ALL I'M ASKING FOR. LEE KNOW + APHRODISIACS.

anon 💖 this has been sitting in my requests for the longest time! 🤧 but such an honest concept, i have been thinking about this a lot.

=͟͟͞♡ lee know × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ chocolate aphrodisiacs (hard thought)

Minho who is usually the brattiest of brats, always teasing and answering back before giving you what you asked him, until the day you try feeding him special christmas chocolate pralines and he just melts in your embrace while you are watching home alone on your sofa.

You are splayed on the couch, Minho squirming on top of you, straddling your laps and softly nibbling at your earlobe, quiet moans directly on your skin while you caress his plush tighs.

"Uhm... b-baby... I am so hot -ah- why does it f-feel so hot?"

You turn your head to kiss his jaw. His face is flushed and red, and his skin feels very warm against your lips.

"Oh kitty... you knew the chocolate was going to work. but you said you could resist, don't you? Mh... did you change your mind already?"

Minho moves from your ear to start licking at your neck. His tongue is soft and wet and he sucks tiny kisses near your collarbones.

"Uh- mh. Wan' to..."

He stutters while moving a bit above you, his body is feverish, semi-hard cock already forming a tent, the underline of it looking delicious. You move your hand to play with the head over the fabric of his pants, feeling the way it twitches under your touch.

"Want to what, princess? Tell me, I might give it to you since you are so nice and good today."

Minho sighs and looks at you from his spot, nuzzled on the crook of your neck. His lips are still stained with the remains of the chocolate his ate before, collected in the corner of his lips.

You grab his chin with your fingers and you slowly start to lick all over his parted mouth, the sweet taste of the chocolate invading your taste buds together with a little bit of his saliva.

Minho moans directly in your mouth, your hand still teasing the tip of his clothed cock.

"W-wan' to suck, please, please, let me... ah-"

You bite his lower lip and you slide your tongue against it, shoving your hand into his pants and palming him before grabbing his heavy balls and squish them softly.

"Kitty wants to suck but he's so lost than cannot tell me what? Aw, baby..."

You coo condescendingly and you keep rolling one warm ball on your hand, the weight so nice on your fingers.

"W-whatever.. please, I need it - ah."

You crush your lips against his, finally grabbing his cock fully and starting to jerk him off, the squelching sounds so dirty in the room.

"Kitty, you're so wet.. mh- so wet like a girl. My dirty baby."

You circle your wrist against his head, precum gushing out of his slit while minho lets out the most loving sighs on your lips. You start to rub on the sensitive spot under his tip and his tongue lolls out of his mouths.

"I'm gonna decide for you, pretty. Suck on my tongue while I get my filthy princess off, mh?"

Minho nods frantically and takes your wet muscle in between his swollen lips, starting to suck on it messily, spit soaking both of your chins.

When he comes, he lets out the most desperate moan, all shivering and trembling while spurting all of his release inside his underwear.

"Good kitty, so cute and obedient for me."

You kiss his temple and Minho crashes on your body. The smell of chocolate is still in the air.

Oh, you definitively have to do this more often.

[dinkandballz]

I already sent in a request but like uhm you said to send another because you might not have seen the one I sent so uhm uhm I was wondering if you could do uhm Adam with a s/o headcanons (sfw or nsfw or both whatever you want) and uhm that's uh all

YES!!! ABSOLUTELY!! Sorry this is late pookie 😮‍💨

SFW

Adam is a picky asshole

He never shies away from the truth around you, so expect to be insulted A LOT

More than that, he speaks through his actions better than he does with his words

He’s a cuddle bug with no sense of personal space. If you’re close by, his face is in your neck immediately

Angel anatomy can be confusing, but he’s often preening his feathers when he thinks you aren’t watching

His halo is very sensitive, so be careful not to knock it or touch it without warning, otherwise he gives you the silent treatment

He likes to pretend he’s a big, tough man, but really he’s more suited for a malewife role

He hates admitting it, but he loves to cook as much as he loves to eat, and seeing you enjoy his food makes his heart so happy

He’s just a sweetie pie with some bad ideas engraved into his brain, but you can work with him to get out of that mindset over time

Lots and lots of time.

Hopefully you’re also an angel, because it might take a few hundred years to convince him to stop being such a dick 😭

(NSFW below the cut)

NSFW

He’s a brat

At least, at first he’s a brat

He hates being told what to do, he never listens to your instructions, in bed or otherwise, and purposefully makes a fuss whenever possible

But if you bribe him with praise and rewards, he learns to simmer down and listen

In order to even approach his ass, he needs sexual favours frequently

He loves oral, giving and receiving (receiving mostly, at first) and you can work your way up (down) from there

He surprisingly enjoys being eaten out, and he’s shocked to find out he can reach orgasm from only your tongue teasing his prostate

And when you fuck him for the first time, he insists on hiding his face from you, because he knows you’ll tease him if you see him drooling into his pillow

He can’t get enough of you after the first time, he’s already addicted (pun intended!)

He’s a good boy when he wants to be, patient in your arms as you tease him with just the tip

He doesn’t beg, he’s too embarrassed to at first, so he’s delighted when you finally bottom out

Your teasing gets him embarrassingly hard on occasion, too

He’s willing to try anything once, even if he thinks the humiliation will kill him, he wants to be good for you and please you

[fishsticksloser]

Uhm- it feels so weird requesting stuff-

Donnie with an s.o who likes having their hair played/head scratches with but they hate asking for things and their scalp is really sensitive?? Just accepting affection in general is a struggle.

It sounds weird now I'm typing it-

Uh, if you don't decide to do it thats fine!!💙

Head Massage

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst?, but overall respectful Donatello

A/N: Hi, Dragons! I hope you're taking care of yourself. 💜

He loves massaging and scratching your head (just as much as he loves receiving)

He loves his fingers sliding through your hair

But Donnie is so so gentle

The first time he scratched your head, he heard you wince

He panicked

He apologized profusely

Truly feeling bad for hurting you

He becomes very aware on how he touches you

Constantly looking and studying your expressions, even though he's terrible at it

He won't touch your head again for a long time

Absolutely terrified of hurting you

Or even just making you uncomfortable

And since he's also not used to receiving affection, he doesn't mind that you struggle with it

It's a learning curve for both of you

While he tends to initiate when he wants affection, he tries not to overstep

Instead. Donnie will nudge your hand gently if he wants to hold it

Or hover his hand over where he wants to touch

He doesn't like asking aloud

It makes him embarrassed and nervous

If you deny any of his silent requests?

He'll shrug it off

He doesn't expect you to go against your own comfort because of his wants

[adoremexxs]

Can you pretty please write a part 3 of the Sekido story? But no smut pretty please?? 🥺🙏🙏🙏

of course my pookie 🙄 and get that König pfp outta here smh blowing up my phone abt him!

Modern!Sekido x reader

warnings: uhhh feeling guilty??, kissing, this is just fluffy tbh

Sekido was utterly obsessed with you.

He would never admit that though.

The way that you move, the way that you talk, how kind you are, how beautiful you are, how compassionate you get whenever you are talking about your favorite hobby.

Sekido loves it all.

He doesn’t deserve an angel like you.

His feelings for his ex still remained incredibly strong but his feelings for you were just as strong.

He felt guilty.

He still was in love with his ex but this beautiful lady that he was seeing was so kind and compassionate and wasn’t cold to him.

You guys weren’t…dating or anything. You were just more so friends and you hung out almost everyday.

Just like today! You were going over to his house! You were so excited and you had to pick your very best outfit.

He said that his brothers wouldn’t be home so it would just be you two.

Of course, you have to wear something that makes your curves stand out and make you look all cute. You fixed your hair, your makeup and your outfit before hurrying to his house.

.

.

.

The Hantengu brother house had been renovated. Sekido had been saving up money to fix up the old house, he told you this. He worked a bunch while also going to college. You admired him. He works so hard to take care of him and his brothers.

You muster up the courage to walk up to the door but before you could knock, Sekido opened the door and he had a small smile on his face.

“(Y/N)…”

“Hi, Sekido!” You take a moment to check him out. He was wearing a black compression shirt. You were about to fold in half in all honesty. Even though it’s 100 degree weather, he was wearing long sleeves. You weren’t going to question why. You already knew the answer.

He was also wearing grey sweatpants. Oh boy. You definitely were admiring his body before he awkwardly coughs, his face flushing as red as his eyes.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Yes!”

.

.

.

The renovations were so nice. You could tell that Sekido spent his life savings on this house. While you were busy admiring the house, Sekido was getting you a glass of water.

“So, uh, (Y/N)-“

“Can I see your room?” Sekido looked a bit shocked by that as he hands you your water. You immediately downed it, looking so excited to see his room.

“Uhm, sure. This way.”

His room was clean. Very…clean. It almost unsettled you and Sekido awkwardly stood there as you examined his room before falling onto his bed.

His face reddened even more as the skirt you wore rode up and he quickly looked away. “Do you like it…?”

“Mhm! It’s so cozy and clean.” You rolled onto your back, looking up at him. “Come join me, Seki.”

Sekido shuffled towards you, sitting down his bed. You pout and sit up, grabbing ahold of his hand just to hold onto it. You knew that he appreciated any little physical touch you gave him. It’s what he constantly craved for.

“(Y/N)…” Sekido started, avoiding eye contact with you, “What are we?”

You blink in surprise. You didn’t really know how to approach this but you decided to take it slow and steady.

“I would like to be more than friends, if you want to.”

“Like dating?”

“Yes, Sekido.” You brush a strand of hair behind his ear, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I like you a lot.”

Sekido was silent before you saw the tears watering in his eyes.

“Seki, don’t cry!”

“(Y/N)…I’m still in love with my ex…I…I don’t want to hurt you…I like you a lot too but she just…I don’t know…She was my first everything and you are too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” The tears fell from his eyes. Sekido was usually a man who kept his feelings to himself and always acted angrily but with you, he melted.

He let his sensitive side show constantly with you. Sekido would hold you in his arms from time to time. You would never protest. It was comforting to have someone in his arms knowing they wouldn’t leave but at the same time, he was scared that you were going to leave like his ex.

You immediately pull him into your embrace, laying down on his back and letting Sekido rest his head on your chest. “Sekido, I don’t care if you still love her and still want her. I’m willingly to wait for you. You don’t know how much you mean to me, Seki. I will wait forever for you if that is what it takes. You are a good person. You are enough. You didn’t deserve that treatment from her and your brother. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Your words warmed Sekido’s heart. You could feel his body trembling and his lip quivering as those tears fell from his pretty eyes. He was such a beautiful crier. Hell, he’s beautiful in general. He didn’t say anything as you play with his hair, letting him hug you and cry into you.

Sekido couldn’t express how much he appreciated you and was so thankful that you came into his life. You made him so happy just by being his friend and comforting him.

“I will wait for you, Sekido.” You reassure him again.

You went to say something else but you were cut off by Sekido’s lips crashing onto yours. Your yelp was muffled but you didn’t resist him. His swollen eyes and nose with tear streaks down his face was too cute to resist.

Sekido had gently bit your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice. You allowed him, returning the same hungry energy back. You felt his nails dig into your shoulders and pull you closer to him. He was scared that you were going to leave him.

After a bit, he pulled away, his face flushed and a string of saliva still connecting your lips as he panted for air.

“Please,” His voice trembled and cracked as he begged you, “don’t ever leave. Please just wait for me, (Y/N).”

You smile at him, panting for your own air. You cup his face again.

“I will wait for you, Sekido. Don’t worry.”

[daisyvisions]

as long as you’re sure you’re okay with it!!

11 (“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”), 94 (Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.), and 96 (“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”) with eric please 🥹

yes i might just be the softest subbiest eric whore you will ever meet i apologise 😭

(don't die pup, enjoy every single drop of this request 🤪)

Desperate

Member & Prompts: Eric Sohn (TBZ) + 11. "I'll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.", 94. Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans., & 96. “Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), choking, rough sex, pet names (baby, baby girl, princess), cursing, praising? (idk if there's anything else I missed!)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆.

It was a cold, quiet afternoon. The sound of raindrops hitting the window, the natural glow from the sky shedding some light into the dark room, and all snuggled up against Eric’s chest.

His back leaning against the headboard, his arms and legs wrapping your body like a warm blanket as you watch him play his video game on the screen in front of you.

Watching the veins in his hands move as he grips the controller, his fingers fiddling with the buttons. You suddenly feel your core throb at the thought of how he caged your body beneath his the night before. Oh how you loved his hands.

The way its firm grip has on your soft skin. The way his rough fingers lightly graze your sensitive spots, making you feel lightheaded every time- just like what had been happening to you at this very moment.

“I-I’m going use the restroom…” you mutter as you get up from the bed. “Okay!” he responds back as his eyes were focused on the game.

Maybe splashing water on your face was a good idea, maybe it would help calm your racing mind… Looks like you spoke a bit too soon. 

The image of the veins protruding on his strong hands were still stuck in your mind, feeling yet another throb down in your core.

Suddenly, you remembered a thought you’ve been trying to suppress down for so long. Would he be into if I asked him? Would he get scared of me or think I’m weird? Shit- You shake your head.

You take a deep breath before opening the door. Looks like today is the day you’ll finally ask him about it.

“Eric?”

“Yes, baby?” his eyes still glued to the screen.

“Have you ever thought about…choking me?”

Eric’s ears perked up like a dog hearing a squeaky toy. The last two words you had uttered had him pausing his game. “What did you just say?”

Oh no, he’s weirded out. Abort, abort, abort- “Uhm… I was just wondering if you’ve ever thought about ch-choking me… Or if you’ve ever done that to someone before…”

You stare at the ground, desperately trying to avoid eye contact as the embarrassment creeps up your cheeks.

Yeah, he did hear that right. He wasn't hallucinating one bit. “Well, I tried it once before... Why? What's in that crazy mind of yours, hm?”

You try to speak, but you feel the words getting caught up in your throat.

“Come here y/n, talk to me.” He calls out for you.

Walking towards him felt like an eternity. What’s worse is you felt your stomach twist from driving up the courage to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Look at me, princess.” His warm hands cupping your face, making you tilt your head up at him. “You can tell me anything.” He smiles reassuringly.

“Well-” you gulp down your anxiousness before continuing, “I was wondering if maybe… we could uh… we could try it?”

His eyes widened. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You start to panic, thinking you might’ve said the wrong thing.

But you were so wrong. In fact, his eyes had widened in excitement, feeling a sudden twitch in his cock the moment he heard your request.

“Oh baby girl… I thought you’d never ask.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, you’ve never seen Eric’s eyes go dark the way they did before. “Wait, wha-”

His lips suddenly crash into yours, feeling his needy tongue slip into your mouth. He starts kissing you everywhere from your jaw to your neck.

It seems you’ve woken up a sleeping beast inside him… and you loved it.

You help each other out of your clothes, leaving only but your soaking underwear on. You gasp into his mouth, almost letting out a moan as you feel his rough fingers slightly tighten around your neck.

“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?” he grins looking at how you react.

“Eric, please-”

“Please what, baby?” his hand gripping your throat a little tighter now.

“Please, I need you i-inside me” you whine desperately.

“Say no more.” He grabs your waist and aggressively positions you on your elbows and knees, your ass on full display for him. He pushes your panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt.

He leans forward just enough to whisper in your ear, “I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.” You feel the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, making you shiver from feeling his precum spreading against your folds.

He impatiently pushes himself inside you without warning, making you both moan from the sudden stretch.

Wasting no time, he starts pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, the grip of his hands on your hips tightening the more he feels his cock rub against the ridges of your walls.

“Oh fuck, Eric-” ”You feel so good around me baby, just like that- shit…”

The sounds of skins slapping, his balls hitting your core, and your nipples brushing against the fabric of the mattress has you entering into another dimension.

“Fuck baby- you’re so tight.” he grunts as he continue to thrust harshly into you. You reply with nothing but a strain of broken moans.

Then Eric suddenly remembers the request you had asked him, making his cock twitch inside you. “Up” he commands.

You do as your told and he pauses his movements monetarily as he helps you kneel upright.

He places his hands around your neck before continuing to thrust inside you, making sure that the grip is firm enough to send a message.

You swear you feel your eyes roll back from the overwhelming senses, jaw slacking open as you pant profusely.

“You like that baby? You like my hands around your pretty neck?” his hot breath fanning against your ear.

“Y-yes, s-so much-” You cry out, his thrusts getting deeper each second, hitting your gummy spot so well.

“You’re doing so good baby, so fucking good.” He moves one of his hands to hold your jaw, turning your head to meet his. His lips latch onto yours with much desperation.

“God you’re so perfect…” He groans into your mouth as his thrusts become more rhythmic, his other hand his gripping your neck.

The tight grip making you slightly gasp for air has your head spinning and your core getting wet each second passing by. This is exactly what you’ve been dreaming of.

“Eric- s-so good, fuuckkk” you mewl.

Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans. Had you known your boyfriend had this side to him, you would've asked a long time ago.

And thank god you did.

[candyredappledragon]

h-hi! the name is kieran. nice to meet you! ive been here for a bit and uhm.... sadly figuring out how to use this site! ( kind of afraid of interacting with others especially but im trying my best to not be easily scared ! ) i am not familiar with technology and or online things/words so please be patient with me. i know there are other kierans here too and honestly theyre pretty cool! ....d-dont tell them i said that. im not really a battler so if you are trying to look for one then im sorry to say that you will be disappointed but you can ask the others though. really sorry

..uh thank you for checking my blog— furret youre on my facEXSFDGCVHH

🍎 Please no genuine anon hate, nsfw, or anything really bad. ( You can be mean to Kieran! ) Pelipper mail is okay ( but malice is off for now ). Sapient Pokemon or the likes of interacting are fine too, Kieran is too much of a goofball to notice it. Please don't give him Pokemon the thought is appreciated but if you do they'll turn into stickers lol.

Please don't be weird. I'm serious. As well PLEASE be patient with me and not be pushy. I'm trying my best!

This Kieran is in AU as to what happens if Florian doesn't lie to him about Ogerpon and whatnot! Kieran still doesn't get Ogerpon and is fine with it ( kind of, as in this made him feel inferior to having friends and will always be chosen over by other people. ) His way of thinking is that maybe he should try to be nice and kind to others so that will help him get friends as he sees Florian do this the same to others. ( The only thing Kieran thinks he's not good at is having a funny personality. He is very awkward in person. ) Blueberry Academy was hard on him as he was almost practically as ignored and students tend to forget he is the champion because of his cowardly personality. Florian took over later as champion. Okay there.

(By the way this is a summary please don't hurt me. 💔)

Plus I will try to draw for asks but they won't be the best but surely will motivate me to draw! If there are no asks then I'll just draw daily things with Kieran so it's a win-win for me!

💥 This Kieran doesn't like to get involved with stuff so feel free to drag him into antics! He isn't the one to approach people either so if you are wondering why I don't start convos with other blogs with asks that's why. ( I'm shy too. ) He's a bit of a coward online and in person but he won't shy away trying to be friends with others.

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"Can we use your art?" Feel free to use the art or whatever! Don't need to credit and I prefer not to be credited. You can edit it too! Idgaf just no bigotry. :,] "What do we call you and do you have pronouns?" Uhm, you can call me Eight or any other version of the number 8 itself. [ Ex: Ocho, Hachi, Acht, etc ]. No pronouns! Refer me to by name or just call me mod or some other third thing lol. "What art program do you use?" Clip Studio Paint! "Are you okay with collabs?" Of course! Please feel free to message me anytime. :] "What time do you post art/responses?" Uhm....... anytime to be honest? My sleep schedule is ABYSMAL. I am very much online unless I'm busy doing comp. "Are replies time sensitive when interacting with this blog?" Nope! Take your time with your replies. I am pretty chill and everyone is pretty busy with real life. Fair warning I'm a ditz. :( "Why did you make this blog?" To draw Kieran a thousand times over until I'm dead lol. ( Even if it isn't posted on this blog!) And world build my stupid au. :u I'm just currently on a small burnout on drawing. I'm sorry. :c

"Is this a sideblog?" Yeah, you are never going to find out my main!! It's very cringe ( it has different media art ). I will interact with my other sideblog with thoughts and reactions at times. [ if you are curious @/hahahasquib ]

"Do you like Kieran?" No. ( Yes. A normal amount. )

[owliellder]

uhm hiiii ftm!reader fic pls ur silly and I love ur writing so much my GOD

yes i am so silly! and thank you anon, i always get close to tears when people compliment my writing (´ ᴗ｀✿)

and honestly i've really been meaning to give ftm! and mtf! reader fics a shot since i've only done afab/fem! reader so far. i want to make fics that include other people, i just been so nervous to try cause i do not want to get anything wrong and potentially make someone upset.

so PLEASE let me know if i need to change anything. criticism is much appreciated on this one cause i'm really just basing this off of other ftm! reader fics i've read in the past.

(I started writing this last week but I've been very dead so I'm gonna make this fluff instead of smut since I am still not confident in this yet 😭 also my inbox is wide open to any writing tips regarding ftm and mtf!)

Leon S. Kennedy x ftm! Reader

Sitting in Leon's living room on the couch in a comfy large t-shirt and a pair of plaid fuzzy pants, you quietly scrolled away on your phone as you waited for him to get out of the shower.

You came over just to hang out, honest, but with his promise of free food and a movie, it would've been rude to ignore such an offer. Though, something seemed different tonight.

Leon was more... jumpy? Nervous? Whatever it was, you couldn't quite place a finger on it. He'd always been a bit awkward, as were you, yet he seemed awfully anxious when you arrived. You didn't want to question it since he invited you over. Maybe he just needed the company?

Well, you were right and wrong. He came out of the bathroom with only a towel loosely hung around his waist, skin still glistening with droplets of water as his hair dripped onto the carpet. "Give me just a minute, gonna get uh.. gonna go get my pajamas on.." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb before shuffling off into his bedroom.

He's had that awkward stutter all night. It was endearing, you had to admit, but you couldn't just ask. What if it was a sensitive subject?

After dressing similarly to you, Leon settled down on the couch next to you and grabbed the remote to press play on the movie that's been sitting paused. You took that as a cue to put your phone down, setting it face down on the side table closest to you.

Throughout the duration of the movie, you couldn't help but notice Leon growing more and more anxious; fidgeting, bouncing his leg, running his fingers through his hair, occasionally giving you a glance, it was like he had something to say.

"You okay?" You decided to ask when you caught him looking at you again, your sudden eye contact with him making him jump a bit.

"Oh- yeah- haha, yeah.. just uh..." He struggled to make up a lie on the spot, his hesitation more than telling to you. "Y'know.."

You smiled and turned your body more towards him, eyebrows furrowed with worry. "I mean, I don't, but.."

By now you've reached over and grabbed the remote to pause the movie again, trying to get Leon to focus on you a little more instead of distracting himself by having a deadpan stare at the TV.

"I'm all ears if you need to talk about something." You pulled your legs up to sit crisscross on the couch, body now fully turned towards the man next to you. His leg only continued to bounce up and down, finally pulling his eyes from the TV to look over at you.

"I uh... I don't know.." He let out a harsh sigh and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. Then he muttered something, but he dragged his hand down his face at the same time so it was muffled to a point you couldn't hear.

"I.. what?" You questioned, mimicking his movement by leaning forward to get closer to him.

Leon groaned, both his hands covering his face for a brief moment to hide a growing blush. "I said-..," he swallowed dryly, "I said you look good tonight.."

You sat back up a bit in surprise, eyebrows raising at the sudden compliment. "You think so? I'm only wearing my-"

He was quick to cut you off, breathing out a shaky "really good..." as his nervous eyes met yours. It caught you off guard, though his attitude tonight made a bit more sense now. It was you making him act like this.

"Oh.. thank you." You spoke up with a soft tone after a moment, smile widening as you leaned back forward towards the trembling man. "You look really good too."

"No, I mean-" Leon cleared his throat and sat up, seeming to collect himself a bit as he hardened his face right after. "You look good. Handsome.."

You weren't expecting such a bold statement so fast, but you couldn't complain, letting out a soft laugh before nudging his bicep with your hand playfully. "You don't need to be so rigid.."

He was a bit confused, head tilting to the side ever so slightly at your relaxed demeanor which only made you laugh more. "You don't need to be so rigid because I think you're handsome, too. Like, I've been wanting to just..." You scooted a bit closer to him before placing a gentle hand on the side of his face, "hold onto you like this and.."

Once you were holding his head with both your hands, you slowly pulled his face towards yours, lips brushing against his. With the extra encouragement from you, there was no need to pull him any closer since he was the one to plant his lips on yours, almost as if he'd been waiting for an excuse to.

The kiss was long and tender, his eyes and yours staying closed as he pushed further, hands reaching out to rest on your waist. Leon had been wanting to kiss you for awhile now, he just never had the confidence to do so. All those nights of inviting you over led to a deep crush that he could never fully act on, growing anxious every time he thought about telling you.

You pulled away from the kiss first, looking at his flushed face with a loving smile, one of your hands still holding his face while the other fell to rest on his leg. "You're telling me that I had you all worked up?"

He let out a relieved laugh once his brain had the time to process what had just happened, turning his head to kiss your palm before bringing his own hand up to cover yours. "Well, can you blame me? I have the prettiest boy sitting on my couch damn near nightly.."

Your smile never faded even as heat rose to your cheeks, chuckling quietly as you locked eyes with him again. "I'll take your word for it."

[medig]

A Tale of Woe, Ep 33: The Magic Feather

(Previous Episodes)

"Contemplate this feather, Misty. What do you think it means?"

"It means you're an asshole. Next question?"

"It means we've been doing some research into your family history, and pulled the medical records from some family members of yours.."

"That's illegal. You're not their doctor, this ain't their hospital. You hacked in there to stalk me. Hope you enjoy prison. For your sake I hope it's not as bad as the way you people treat us in here."

"Unfortunately, this facility is now owned by the same parent company as the General Practitioner that treats your sister Susan. So everything is all in one database, everything is searchable with no hacking required. And one thing we noticed, is that your sister has been repeatedly written up as a difficult patient"

"Yeah, well, Suzie's kind of a pain in the ass. Runs in my family I guess"

"But specifically, one of the troubles they have with her is she always reacts negatively to examinations of her feet. This got our interest, so we researched further, and learned something very interesting..."

"Uhm.. where exactly are you going with this?"

"Your sister is extremely, pathologically ticklish. And since, as you say, many things run in your family, we expect that you may be as well. And we aim to find out."

"Oh... oh holy shit.. you cowardly sneaky.."

"This is what's going to happen next. My colleague and I are going to take that feather, and explore every inch of your body with it, and figure out exactly how ticklish you are and exactly where the most ticklish areas are."

"I... uh... no, I'm not ticklish. Very very not. Don't bother. Waste of your time.."

"We will be the judge of that, Misty"

"That, uh, that has no relation to my, uh, diagnosis. You already know I'm crazy! What does it matter if I'm also ticklish? Which I am not! This is malpractice! It's.."

"Misty, you know as well as I do that we can do whatever we want to you.”

"I'm outta here. I might not be able to run but I can hop.. You guys shoulda tied me up better than this!"

"You won't make it out of this room"

"Maybe not but I can still kick you in the nuts, wanna find out?"

"If you fight, you will lose, you will be sedated, and when you awake you will find yourself naked and tied spreadeagled to this exam table, with all of your most sensitive body parts exposed and ready for the feather"

"Is that different than what happens if I don't fight?"

"Not really, no"

"Look, uh, we can work this out! You know, all those things I do that you like? I can do more of that! I'll give you pain and pleasure like you've never felt before...

..no? Well, ok, we can switch! Yeah, how about that? How'd you like that, Daddy? Please don't do this Daddy, take me away someplace safe.."

"Shut up! You can't bargain your way out of this. Your level of resistance to this has already demonstrated that proceeding with it will be more.. of interest.. than anything else you can offer"

"I'll remember this! I'll remember this, and on the day they finally let me outta here, I'm gonna.."

"No, you won't remember. The injection we gave you a few minutes ago is already working to make sure you will forget this conversation, and everything else that is about to happen for the next several hours. We don't want to spoil the surprise when we repeat this next week."

"W-w-what did I do to deserve this? I've been good. There's something I've done wrong, something I can change, please tell me."

"Stop interfering with Claire's treatment! You're turning her against me. Stay out of it!"

"Well, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, you're a bad liar and I don't believe for a minute that selling out Claire to you will help me at all. Why even bother to tell me that if I'm just gonna forget it anyway? And third of all, fuck you! Time to fight. Come and get your magic feather, do your worst.."

CONTINUED HERE (NFSW)

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the fics from weeks 7-8 of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2023! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

Please, don’t say you want me

A fic by pjinkfleur on AO3 | @pinapplouis on Twitter

9k | Teen & Up | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 496: ABO/royalty AU. Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him. Since they are already mated, Harry has to officially reject Louis’s omega to break ties. This practice is so taboo that he doesn’t know the omega has a maximum of a year left to live after rejection. As time goes on, the omega gets weaker and weaker.

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Heart Eyes

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | @smittenwlouis on Twitter

21k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

What the fuck did he just do? “Harry?” the demon asks as he tries to catch his breath. Louis looks like he’s been fucked to hell and back. His eyes are half-lidded in what Harry can only describe as erotic bliss, even as his crumpled form lies on the dirty ground. The incubus truly is a sight for sore eyes. He’s gazing up at Harry with those infuriatingly pretty heart eyes as if he's hung the very moon. This is wrong. This is all so fucking wrong. Or, Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

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Hello, my name is Louis

A fic by tedtokat on AO3 | @tektokatt on Twitter

10k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis hurried to hang up the phone and take off his headset, throwing it away as if it was burning hot. He hugged himself by the shoulders and hid his face in his knees, sitting in his desk chair like a swimmer ready to dip into a pool, a pool of embarrassment. Not many people got past "Hello, my name is… " and even fewer engaged in a full conversation with him. And if they did, it usually went better than this. Prompt 148: Louis is a scam caller. Now this isn’t exactly the job of his dreams, but it pays well enough for him to continue doing it. Louis is a very anxious person, making it hard for him to talk, so he’s very shy when he inevitably scam calls Harry. Harry ignores the scamming, but after a certain number of calls, he’s had enough. Here ensues mean Harry at the beginning, sensitive Louis who doesn’t know what is going on half of the time, and if the author is up for it, autism-coded Louis too!

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we can follow the sparks

A fic by moon_rose25 on AO3 | @darkinfinity on Tumblr

7k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I, uhm, this is gonna sound weird, but my friend is an ER doctor and he kinda taught me what to do in this kind of situation,” the man takes a step closer to Louis, “He said a close presence of an unmated alpha and light scenting should keep an omega from dropping, so I, uh, I can help you.” or Louis nearly drops in Harry's bookshop and sparks fly from then on.

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There is Thunder in Our Hearts

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

1986, Hawkins Indiana. Stoner, nerdy, metalhead Harry Styles sells drugs to the boy of his dreams, seemingly perfect overachiever, head Cheerleader Louis Tomlinson. It wasn't supposed to become a Thing. OR, a Stranger Things HellCheer au (without all the death)

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Death Wish

A fic by Speechless on AO3 | @smokingluckiesalltheway on Tumblr | @0__Speechless on Twitter

22k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.” Based on Prompt 403: If having more chemistry with a villain than with your own boyfriend was a crime, then Louis would be in jail. Or the hero slowly falls in love with the morally grey character AU.

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Leave Like The Summer Breeze

A fic by Larringiscaring on AO3 | @allthisteye369 on Tumblr | @larringiscaring on Twitter

7k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When Louis and Zayn are stranded in Alabama, a farmer offers them shelter. He just asks for one thing in return.

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all tumults and feelings

A fic by camilevol6 on AO3 | @svnflouwervol6 on Twitter

24k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The search for euphoria in a world that seems to be spinning out of control is perhaps what drove Louis to visit the heart of a city as vibrant as Barcelona. Everything is warm and bright on his holidays, even at night, where he finds solace in desperate lips and comfort in beautiful brown eyes that break his heart by making him realize that he has always been more fond of emerald tones covering the irises of his lovers.

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Muffins & Cigarettes

A fic by sweetkalachuchi on AO3 | @neverforpickles on Tumblr

8k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis pouts. “You can’t pout your way into this, Louis”, Harry said as he was fixing his tie, watch and rings glinting against the soft sunlight filtering through the window. “Of course, I can. Watch me.”

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the face of love's rage

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

67k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Power was a particular thing that few could understand. It could give you everything as easily as it could destroy you. Entire kingdoms had been torn down because of weak kings that fell short in the arms of power.

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[vay99]

Loki x reader

🖤Those black and white roses🤍

Anime/Manga: Shuumatsu no valkyrie

Helloooooo,

Yep I'm obsessed with yet another anime/manga an so I'm trying to get back into writing, I have plenty of os in my draft that are still waiting to be finished lol

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Being a Valkyrie during Ragnarok wasn't easy for you. Your sisters and you stand by the humans, support them, so that they'll survive. On the other hand the majority of Northern gods wanted humans to vanish from the world.

"(y/n) get it together!" Brunhilde scolds you. "You have to become someone's weapon!"

"I know, but not against him!" you defend your standpoint. Your sister is very much aware of your feelings for a certain God but she knows that you'd make a perfect match for his opponent. "Any other opponent, I'd gladly accept, but I can't kill him, I can't help someone kill him."

"So you want humanity to die? To perish? Just like those other scum of Gods!?!" she screams, breaking the phone she had in her hand.

"No! That's not what I am saying!"

"But this is how you're acting! (y/n) you- Just get lost!" Brunhilde marches off, leaving you behind.

"It's really not like this, but I can't... and yet I wish I could." you mumble sadly to yourself, walking the opposite direction.

One of your sisters decided to take your place and bonds with the human that fights Loki. A few minutes before the fight your stomach starts to twist, the pure thought of Loki dying makes you want to throw up.

"Someone's looking sick." the green haired man appears out od nowhere, catching you so off guard that you fall backwards onto the ground. "Oh my dear (y/n), I didn't want that to happen~" Loki helps you back up.

"Uh, what are you doing here? Isn't your fight supposed to start in a few minutes?" you ask, fixing your hair. Loki reaches out and tucks a hair strain behind your ear before pulling out a black rose from behind it.

"How could I fight before making sure your not the one I'll be fighting?" he chuckles, handing you the rose. "This is just in case I die, so you have something black as my soul to rest on my empty grave."

With those words he turns around, making his way to the arena, leaving you behind, too torn to wish him good luck.

"I'm such a weakling." you curse yourself, watching as a single tear drop hits the petal of the beautiful black rose.

Loki and you have always been close, growing up together, fighting together and yet you were as close as you were distant. He despised humans, enjoyed to make them suffer, while you fought for their survival. As much as you two got along this point was always a sensitive one. You fought him about this on multiple occasions, until you were both near bleeding to death, each time you tried to stop him from bringing another plague to earth.

And each time after you two recovered he'd bring you a white rose. Like nothing ever happened you'd go back to talking, hanging out as if you didn't know that this would repeat over and over again.

The fight was pretty intense, Loki is heavily bleeding, and so is his opponent.

"Oh no, please, no." you pray, to who you don't know, but to anyone who listens. And right as you thought no one would something strange happened.

"I declare defeat."

The arena went silent, no one believed their ears as Loki, the God of mischief declared defeat. Who's he trying to trick? What kinds of joke is that supposed to be?

"You, uhm, you what now????" Heimdal asks in shock, watching Loki loose consciousness right after. "Medics!!!! Loki is down! The God of mischief declared defeat, the winner are the humans!"

Watching as Loki hit the ground and blood soaking the ground you feel dizzy, your knees shake until they hit the ground. How you ended up in the sick bay is beyond your knowledge, after you watched Loki bleed out everything is blank.

"He's going to make it." that's the first thing you remember. The Doc allowed you to stay with Loki until he wakes up. He lost a lot of blood but his regeneration in the tank was done after 7 hours and you didn't leave his side for just a second.

"He can be transferred to a normal bed now, he should be awake soon." the Doc informs you and leaves you two alone.

"I'm sorry Loki." was the first thing you said to him after the fight. Not knowing if he could hear you. "I'm sorry for not holding you back from participating. I'm sorry for not rooting for you. I-" the sobs break your voice, holding your hand over your mouth to silence the crying you close your eyes to calm yourself down. Once you open them you see Lokis purple eyes looking right at yours.

"I'm not dead yet, no reason to cry." he chuckles, tugging another strain of hair behind your ear and pulling out a white rose.

"A white rose..." you sigh, taking it into your hands.

"As pure as your soul."

You pull out the black rose he gave you earlier, holding them in each hand.

"Why did you give me a black rose earlier?" you ask him, blinking away the last tears.

"Because it was the first time you let me win, and we both know that when I follow my path it'll be dark one. So if I would've died on that path I would've want you to remember that I chose this. Just like I chose to listen to you every time you stood up against me and up for humanity."

"Then why did you give me a white rose now?" you ask, causing the tears to fall once again, and the lump in your throat to tighten.

"You just admitted that you were not able to hold me back, and couldn't cheer for me. You would always choose humanity but today you also chose me." he pauses for a second to sit up, looking at his now closed wounds he strokes them with a gentle simile on his face. "And today I understood what you meant. My opponent is honorable, and he knew that humanity is far from perfection, and yet he said that they'll survive any catastrophy, plague, torture, as a unit. As long as humans come together they'll be able to defeat anyone. Just like you always said. Guess I needed to get beaten up by a human to finally understand what you've been telling me all along."

"Loki? Does that mean?"

"I don't want to wipe humanity, maybe a plague or two but not to erase them all, but to test them." he pats your head. "I already changed my view on one point, can't expect me to change completely, I'm still the God of mischief."

Not able to hold your joy back you tackle him with a hug, nose dug into his neck and arms tightly wrapped around his torso. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to say this you idiot!"

"Then how about you say something I've been dying to hear all these decades?" Loki rolls you two to the side, placing his hands on your waist.

"Like what?"

"I love you." he whispers before pulling your closer until your bodies meet.

"Since you've survived this horrible fight I think I could do that for you. I love you Loki." you place a soft kiss on his nose before he pulls you into a heated kiss, using your hands to dig your nails into his hair, not wanting to let go of him any time soon.

"Prepare for a bunch of roses for the rest of your life (y/n)."

[eunchancorner]

Encounter of the Smallest Kind (Tiny Triple Threat)

Time for Dave to come into the picture!!

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Rupert heard the door unlock, watching as Dave stepped in quietly. It was nearly midnight, and he could see the officer was tired. Despite this, his eyes widened as he laid his eyes upon his ravenette boyfriend, who had Ellie snuggled up to him on the couch, finally asleep.

“Hello… Uhm… Who’s this?” he asked awkwardly, motioning to the girl.

“This is Ellie,” Rupert told him plainly.

“Right, uhm… is there… a reason there’s a child here?”

“There’s three actually. Two more in the guest bedroom.”

“Ah… So… is there a reason there’s three children here, then?”

“Yeah…” Rupert sighed, “Galeforce is having me look after them. Remember that hostage situation he had my squadron handle a while ago?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“These are the kids of the people they killed.”

“Oh…” he looked reasonably horrified, “Oh my god…”

“Yeah… So, I’m looking after them until we can get them into a good foster care system… Galeforce says it’s gonna take a while, so, you better get used to them.”

Dave sat down carefully, trying his best not to disturb the little redhead. She was curled up tight against Rupert’s side, so it wasn’t hard, but he still found himself nervous to wake her up. She just looked so comfortable and small and it just ignited some urge to protect deep within him.

“She’s so small…” he whispered, almost in awe.

“Yeah, hard to think we were too, once,” Rupert chuckled, gently rubbing her back. His smile morphed to a frown as he murmured, “Just as hard as knowing she’s been through so much already…”

“Yeah, but… maybe now that her and the other two are here, we can help them…? At least a little… they’ll need it after going through who knows what in there…”

Rupert felt his stomach churn at the idea of anything else having happened to them, even though he’d known all this time it was a possibility.

“I sure hope so… No one, especially not a few kids, deserve all that… Maybe we could take them out shopping tomorrow? Help them have a little more control?”

“Maybe. We could let them pick out some toys, clothes, even some blankets and pillows for the room. Y’know, let them create a space, basically. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah… Heh, I just realized they still have to meet you…” Rupert chuckled, “Oh, after how they reacted to me, I feel sorry for you, Dave.”

“Let me guess; They reacted badly?”

“All I’m gonna tell you is Ellie is very protective of the boys.”

“The boys?”

“Oh, shit,” the ravenette realized, “Yeah, the two in the guest room are both boys. Henry and Charles, or, Charlie to basically everyone. Henry’s throat was injured by those kidnappers, so he can’t really talk. We don’t know if it’ll ever heal up to the point where he can… And Charlie doesn’t like loud noises, but I’m not sure if that means he’s sensitive to them or if they just scare him. I’m just going based off what Ellie told me for him…”

“Hm… maybe we better pick him up some headphones, to be safe? I’d hate to hurt the poor guy on accident…”

“Good idea, yeah… Heh, this is gonna be hell with how little sleep we have a chance of getting now…”

“Well, I’m gonna go get how much I still can,” Dave decided as he stood, leaning over his boyfriend and kissing his forehead. “Hopefully, you can too. Good night, babe…”

“Good night, love…”