#c'mere for a sec

[kaiju-krew]

I wanted to know. Is battra and Space Godzilla Gay together? If so nice. If just friends. Then Still cool

they are in fact.......... Gay Together

in my delulu little world at least

idk how it started honestly?? i just like the idea that gojirans are inherently weak for big moths :'') they're essentially mosugoji if you hit it with a emo-yaoi-beam or something

imma draw more with them soon to help flesh it out and spread more spacebat propaganda o7

[icallhimjoey]

i just want to say, thank you for how you wrote reader explaining her story and downplaying it but joey insisting it’s not dumb. i do the same thing each time i explain my traumas and i know i shouldn't, so it’s great to be reminded of that! thank you <3

[azzo0]

"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.

"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request. 

"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.

"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion. 

"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page. 

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly. 

"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"

"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?" 

"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you. 

"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."

"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."

You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.

"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips. 

He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"

[ssahotchnerr]

Mom!friend reader bringing everyone cute lunches at the bau with personalized little notes for each person 😭 maybe hotch doesn’t even know that you do this for the others too so when someone mentions readers cooking, he’s like “wat”

personalized

ADORABLE cw; bau!fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, fluff and aaron being cute <3

the pace at which aaron was moving must've been more intense than he intended and realized; as he hurried past jj's desk, the small draft that followed caused a small piece of paper to flutter to the ground.

uttering an apology, aaron immediately reached down to pick it up. however it had landed face up, and his eyebrows furrowed in small confusion as he caught a glimpse of its contents.

your familiar handwriting kept his eyes, instead of peering away as he normally would - 'my sweet jj! thank you so much for your help on the arizona case file, you're a total lifesaver and your expertise is always appreciated, hope you know that. enjoy <3 ps - your new lavender sweater is the cutest. must plan a shopping day w/ pen soon!'

aaron's eyebrows stayed in that confused line, his eyes shifting up to jj's in a silent question.

"came with the cookies." jj answered for him, pointing her head towards the tupperware container perched on her desktop.

instantly aaron's mind made the connection - so that's why you were up late baking. that made more sense; the time you had spent baking was much too long for the small plateful quantity he had found reserved for him and jack this morning.

"pretty girl sure knows how to cook." derek added into the conversation as he approached the cluster of desks, raising his hand to pat aaron on the back but stopped himself halfway - aaron shot him a pointed look, hiding his own amusement, while jj attempted to conceal her smile with her palm.

another eyebrow furrow. "and when have you had her cooking?"

"here and there. always comes with a note too. i could just about fill a desk drawer with how many i have." derek admitted, with his signature, vivid grin. "she may be yours, we get special treatment too, y'know."

a bit later, you strolled into aaron's office, juggling numerous files in your hands.

"as requested," you started, dropping them firmly onto aaron's desk. "five action reports, minus dave's. he told me when you're as experienced and italian as he is, you can slack off and kinda get away with it. but i think that's his fancy way of admitting he's old." you joked with a eye roll.

"thank you," aaron flashed you a smile, sorting through his current papers. assuming that was all, you spun on your heel to head out and return to the everlasting joy of paperwork, but, aaron's voice stopped you.

"hey hold it, c'mere a sec."

you pulled back one of the chairs in front of hiss desk, the legs producing a scraping noise against the floorboards, but aaron gestured for you to come around. your eyes darted in the direction of his open blinds, then back at him. 'you sure?'

aaron nodded in confirmation. and if you needed any more convincing, once in reach you were pulled onto his lap, his hold on you tight.

if he wasn't being a stickler on the open affection, neither were you; you relaxed yourself against him just as you would normally, your body melting into his and throwing your arms loosely around his neck. "what's up?"

"i didn't know you wrote the team notes."

"oh," you laughed softly, with a light shake of your head. by habit your fingers ran along the skin of aaron's neck, scratching the nape of his hair gently. "yeah, if i bring in lunch or a treat or something. or both. or sometimes just because. an appreciation reminder."

aaron nodded, his fingers drumming against your hip comfortably.

"that's not a problem, is it?"

"well," aaron pretended to think, his hand changing motions and sliding up and down your side, "yes."

"actually?" you blurted as your own fingers paused. that wasn't the answer you expected, and it caused a rush of nervous heat to pool within you. until, you saw the feigned, solemn expression on his face.

aaron peered down at you, his playful eyes canceling out the forced pout on his lips. under his breath, he mumbled humorously, "i thought i was the only one getting notes."

you laughed brightly, the joy within the sound immediately bringing a smile to aaron's lips. "oh don't worry, they don't get the lipstick smooch on theirs. that's reserved for you and you only."

"i would hope not."

"or the, occasional... explicitness."

"again, i would hope not." aaron laughed again. his lips graced your temple, lingering gently as he spoke, "you're sweet."

"a very wise, very attractive person once said, 'people need to know they're important'." your lips quirked into a loving smile, a glint in your eyes. "thought this would be an easy way - i learned from the best."

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ KISS IT BETTER ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: he's surprisingly popular with kids, even if he doesn't quite know how to behave around them.

contents: fem!reader. he curses a couple times in front of the kid :&lt;;

author's note: i don't rly like this one but it's fluff and we could all use a little fluff in our lives ꨄ︎

"why is it so... small?"

you snicker at satoru's question and watch the kid exploring his room waddle around. one of his mom's friends asked him to watch her kid, so naturally, the first thing satoru did was call you. after all, he's basically the last person you'd want alone with a small child.

"she's so cute," you coo, hopping on satoru's bed and lying down on your stomach. the child in question turns her head and looks at you with soft doe eyes and tilts her head like a puppy. "aw, satoru, c'mere and look at her!"

your boyfriend shakes his head, still seated in front of his computer. satoru's not live right now, but he's focused on his screen as he jumps and dodges various obstacles. "can't right now, give me a sec— what the fuck?"

"language!" you hiss, sliding off of his bed and covering the small girl's ears. 

she looks up at your curiously, and in the cutest voice possible, repeats satoru's words with a wide smile. "what the fuck?"

it's all you can do to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter, but as expected, satoru doesn't have that kind of self-restraint. when the girl says fuck, satoru laughs so hard that he leans back in his chair, not even noticing how another user eliminates him a second later.

"shit, that's so— sorry, i'm sorry!" satoru snorts, eyes tearing up with laughter. you glare at him and bite down your smile before snatching a pillow off his bed and hurling it at him. satoru catches it with one hand and buries his face in it to muffle his laughter.

you swat his shoulder with one hand and take the little girl's hand in the other as you plop down on the corner of satoru's bed. it's almost painful to swallow back the laughter threatening to tear you apart, but you figure that out of you and satoru, one of you has to be the mature one.

so you scoop up the little girl and hold her in your lap as she flutters her eyelashes at you innocently. you tap her nose and lean in, almost melting at the way she smiles back at you. 

"don't listen to him," you sigh, sticking your tongue out at satoru, who's still laughing away. he makes a face back at you, and, to his delight, the kid mimicks his expression.

"baby, you were so right," satoru snickers as he hops off his plush chair and strolls over to where both of you sit on the edge of his bed. he flicks the girl's forehead, but thankfully, his touch is gentle and feather-light. satoru's eyes soften as he studies the kid, and to your surprise, he lifts her out of your lap and ruffles her hair.

"she's so adorable," he whines, letting the girl pinch his cheek. satoru turns and widens his eyes at you in adoration. "i wanna keep her!"

you roll your eyes affectionately and stand up, leaning against his side and scrunching up your nose at the girl. "don't you have a game to get back to?" you huff.

"what game?" he replies, preoccupied with the child in his arms. satoru leans his face in closer to hers, and to your surprise and delight, she swats him in the nose. "oww, the fuck was that for?" he wails. satoru looks at you and pouts, glaring at the smiling child. "i think i need a kiss to make the pain go away," he says hopefully, eyes focusing on you. 

"am i really taking care of two kids?" you grumble, leaning in and kissing him on the nose. satoru nudges his nose against yours and his lips gently brush against your mouth.

you give satoru a second to enjoy your personal space, and then you shove him away. "we have an audience," you deadpan, gesturing at the girl still in his arms. her eyes look like they're fluttering closed, and her features soften with sleepiness.

satoru sticks out his tongue and sets down the girl on his bed, nestling her head in one of his many pillows and tucking her in. "you don't have a problem with me kissing you in front of eight thousand people," he huffs. 

"that's different!"

"no it isn't!"

[starboye]

pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: vinnie hacker x femboy!reader, it’s readers bday and vinnie threw a costume party to celebrate him and they are having fun but after a while vinnie is sitting down and reader is sitting in his lap(he’s wearing a skirt and panties) and vinnie starts rubbing himself against readers ass and he tells reader to stand up for a sec and vinnie pulls his stuff out and pulls readers panty to the side and cockwarms him until vinnie gets tired and grabs him and brings him to the nearest room and fucks the shit out of him and makes him keep the skirt on and after they finish vinnie makes him sit on his face to clean his hole up and reader is just out of it

warnings: smut, cock warming, slight exhibition, ass eating, cum eating, cream pie, daddy kink, lil degradation

you were really happy when you found out vinnie was throwing a costume party for your birthday that you jumped in his arm and cheered loud enough to make him deaf, you obviously had to go out and pick out a slutty costume for your birthday and let's just say vinnie was surprised when you showed up to the party in it.

you walked through the door to blaring music and people drinking and dancing around and some telling you happy birthday, when you saw vinnie you ran into his arms hugging him "thanks for the party vinnie" you shouted over the music "anytime baby" vinnie says before taking in the sight of your outfit.

"and what exactly are you supposed to be" vinnie asks spinning you around "a slutty regina george, ya like it" you ask smiling widely "i love it" vinnie says before you drag him to the dance floor but not before grabbing a couple drink and downing a shot of whiskey, it burns your throat slightly.

you dance wildly as you sway your hips from side to side, infatuating vinnie with the way your ass wobbles with each step you take "ima go sit down im to tired for this" vinnie breathlessly says "no please stay with me" you pout pulling vinnie back into you "as much as i would love to my legs are getting weak but i'll be watching you" vinnie says giving you a kiss before walking over to one of the chairs near his friends and sitting down.

you continue to dance but now directing your dances to vinnie, him watching you through the sea of people, the way you feel your body up and down and sway your hips around for him as the provocative music blares, and in the dancing he catches a glimpse under your skirt to see you wearing nothing but some skimpy panties under it.

he readjusts his sitting position as a tent forms in his pants to your body, and after a while of you dancing you walk over to vinnie, obviously a little drunk and sit on his lap "how was your little dance party" vinnie asks wrapping his arm around your waist "tiring" you chuckle leaning back against his chest.

"hey quick question" vinnie asks "yeah" you reply "are you wearing panties under that skirt" vinnie whispers "yep" you smoothly say "and who were you planning on getting fucked by tonight" vinnie laughs "hopefully you" you smirk turning to kiss vinnie, leaving him wanting you even more now.

"that could be arranged" vinnie says rolling his dick against your ass making you jump a little "well then i hope it's fun when you do" you taunt making vinnie move to pin your legs open with his and run his hand along your thigh "what if i just do it right here" vinnie teases.

"fuck no" you sternly say "c'mon you wanna dress slutty you can take my cock in front of everyone it'll be a nice show" vinnie says vaguely kissing your neck "like c'mere" vinnie grunts lifting you up and pulling his pants down a little and pulling you panties to the side and lowering you on his dick.

"fuck" you lowly whimper holding onto vinnies thighs fr support "look here comes your friends" vinnies says setting his head on your shoulder and pointing to a couple of people heading your way "hey y/n" larray cheerily says approaching you.

"hey larray" you say trying to silence any moans that threaten to come out "i got you a gift" he says holding out a nicely wrapped present for you "t-thanks" you stammer feeling vinnie rut his hips up into you "well i'll talk to you later okay" larray says walking away.

"fuck you" you say hitting vinnies chest for almost getting you caught "please do" vinnie smirks leaning back into the chair "you're such a dick sometimes" you say bouncing up and down on vinnies dick but just enough to where no one suspects something "you better stop" vinnie sternly says.

"and what if i don't" you say confidently with a smug look and you bounce down on vinnie once more "fuck it" vinnies mutters before pulling you off his cock and tucking it back in his pants and dragging you through the halls to find a empty room, soon he finds and empty bedroom and brings you in, locking the door behind him.

you begin undressing "no no keep it on, i wanna fuck you like the slut you wanna dress like" vinnie says taking off his costume and putting you on the bed, face down but plump ass up "so fucking pretty" vinnie mutters feeling your ass as his member becomes harder, poking at your hole.

"please fuck me" you whine "of course" vinnie says spiting on his tip before pressing against your tight entrance with your panties pulled to the side and skirt up, he makes it fully in you and doesn't give you a single moment to get used to his size before he was thrusting into you quickly.

his hips were moving on their own as you sucked him in, his hips slamming into your ass "fuckkk you're so big vinnie" you moan longingly making vinnie twitch in you "yeah loves this ass so much" vinnie grunts holding your hips in place so you dont pull off his dick.

"m-more" you whimper matching his thrusts with you backing your ass onto his "you want me dick so bad huh" vinnie teases stopping his thrusts "no please keep fucking me" you beg "you can do it yourself " vinnies says smacking your ass and you reluctantly fuck yourself on his dick.

going back and forth as the room fills with your moans and vinnie cocky laughs "mhm such a good boy for daddy" vinnie groans feeling you suck him harder wanting his cum badly "you want me to fill this slutty hole up" vinnie asks bringing his hands back to your hips and resuming his thrusts.

"yes please" you moan feeling vinnies movement get harder and harder till it feels like he's bruising you walls "you feel so g-good hitting my walls vinnie" you loudly moan which is greatly covered by the music playing "yeah you feel so tight, want every drop of my cum" vinnie chuckles before throwing his head back.

he loudly grunts as he cums in you, his hips never stopping as he fucks his load deeper into you while you moan and cum yourself, your cum staining the bed, your spurts matching with his thrusts, vinnies basically fucking the cum out of you "yes daddy i love your dick so much" you whimper into the bed.

"such a good boy for me" vinnie says falling onto the bed and you next to him, he lays there for a while before an idea comes into his head "c'mere" vinnies says lifting you up and putting you over his face, your legs straddled on both sides of his face.

"what're you doing" you ask before moaning and gripping the head board as vinnies tongue prods at your hole eating you out with expertise "fuck" you whimper out as vinnies eats the cum out of you "you and i taste so good" vinnies says muffled, after vinnies finishes cleaning you out.

you fall down next to him "best birthday gift ever" vinnie questions "best birthday gift ever" you say in agreement

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[nattousan]

hey digital artists! c'mere real quick! :3 I wanna tell ya somethin! :3

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c'mon! don't be shy! it'll just take a sec! :3 how long have you been makin art for? haha oh wowww~

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almost there, i promise lol sorry these cellar stairs are sooo long haha

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*SLAMS YOU AGAINST MOULDY CELLAR WALL* LISTEN AND HEAR ME WELL NOW, GOT IT?? IM NOT FUCKING AROUND.

PRINT OUT YOUR DIGITAL ART. PRESERVE IT. DO NOT WAIT.

What would be left of you if your computer bursts into flames? Hmm? All those years of honing your craft? Who would know of it? Your tablet could die tomorrow, fall victim to the plague, THEN what? There'd be no trace of you. Your art account with years of accumulated passion? Gone with the flick of a server switch. Do not trust the cloud it is ephemeral in the eyes of time.

Place your trust in papers gentle hands and it will sing of you even after you have gone quiet.

Print your art.

*walls you in*

[ervotica]

pairing; dark!rafe cameron x crybaby!reader warnings; DARK (18+ only) use of coke (rafe & r), coercion into using drugs, mean!rafe (if y'all want a part two lemme know ! there will be smut ;)

You're holed up in the kitchen when Rafe finds you; legs bouncing, fingers flexing where you grip the cold counter. The colour bleeds from your knuckles slowly, discomfort licking up your spine from sitting on the hard surface for too long.

"Don't start," he gripes meanly before you've so much as looked at him, circling your wrist in his looped fingers and tugging you out of your seat. You shriek, steadying yourself against his hot chest- so hot that it radiates off of him in waves, ebbing and flowing. When your eyes flit upwards, looking at him through thick lashes, you see his irises have been almost entirely engulfed by blown-out pupils.

"I didn't do anything," you protest, brows drawing tight in the divot of your forehead, pushing out a crease that Rafe sighs at and smooths over with his thumb.

"You've been twitchy since we got here," he points out, turning to pile a mound of coke onto his pinky finger. His head dips and he plugs one nostril and sniffs, rubbing the burning sensation away for a few seconds after.

You cringe, shoulders rolling and hunching in on yourself as you shy away from him.

"Get over yourself, you prissy bitch," he mithers, rolling his eyes at your anxious dramatics.

You're immediately sniffling, pushing down the tears that tickle at your waterline and threaten to spill onto your balmy cheeks.

"I'm going home," you snap through the lump in your throat. "You suck."

He laughs, a harsh sound that bites at your tender heart despite his thumb plugging the tears that threaten to descend past your clogged lashline.

"Okay, okay," he concedes, barely stifling another chuckle as he clasps the back of your head and presses you to his chest. You gasp, pushing yourself into the flesh of his shoulder, whining. "C'mere, I got something' that'll make you feel better."

"What?" you gurgle as he dips his head to press a wet kiss to the crown of your head.

"Sit." His fingers curl around your ribcage and lift you back onto the granite before he's turning to fish the baggie back out of the pocket of his slacks.

"Rafe," you whine.

"Shh, shh," he murmurs, licking his pinky and dipping into the bag to coat it in the white powder. You cower as he crowds you, muscled chest pressed to yours as he uses his free hand to pry your jaw open. He rubs it slowly into your gums, massaging the muscle despite your petulant complaining.

"Rafe!" you squeal when he pulls away, a string of spit stretching and bowing between your pouting bottom lip and his finger.

His lips quirk up at the corners at your bratty fussing, tipping his head down to lick and suckle at your mouth. His saliva clings to your tongue when your lips part for him instinctually.

"Easy, kid," he purls, pearly white teeth grazing your chin when he deters from your lips. "You'll feel better in a sec."

Your pulse thrums to life beneath your skin, a faint buzzing that has your nerve endings standing straight.

"Yeah," he croons, amusement laced into his every word. "Feelin' it?"

"Mm," you hum, grappling for purchase against his button down shirt. He smacks wet lips to your jaw and hooks an arm round your middle, forcing you upright and into his side. "Let's go back out now, yeah?"

You wobble, shoulder digging into his ribcage as you walk wrapped under his tricep.

"Attagirl. I'll let you give me a blowie later 'f you're good."

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: "Charlie, babe? Can you come over here for a sec? I need help proving a point."

Charlie: "Okay!"

Charlie: (ZOOMS over)

Charlie: "I'm here." (cradling vaggie's hand tenderly) (beaming) "How can I help...?"

Vaggie: "You just did."

Angel Dust: "Fuckin' show off."

Vaggie: (at angel dust) (Smug) "Your turn."

Charlie: "? Are we playing a game??"

Vaggie: "No but it's still gonna be fun."

Angel Dust: "Shush. I'm tryin' focus here! Ah-HEM."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhhh Husky man~ Would ya come over here an' help me with somethin', mr. whiskers-"

Husk: "No."

Angel Dust: "Pweeease~?"

Husk: "Fuck off."

Vaggie: "And there we have it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit! You're NOT more attractive than me, toots! Not even personality wise!"

Charlie: "Was that the point we're proving?"

Angel Dust: "NOTHIN'S PROVEN!"

Charlie: "Did it even need proving??? I mean, look at her."

Angel Dust: "I'm lookin'. It's a lesbian only her lover could love."

Charlie: "I DO really love her~"

Vaggie: "And I try hard every day- Angel shut up- to be a little bit worthy of that love. Case in point."

Charlie: "Wait, go back to the point about not feeling worth-"

Vaggie: "Old news babe. Hey Husk! C'mere for a moment!"

Charlie: "-she's dodging the question!"

Angel Dust: "She's bein' an annoying bitch of a friend."

Husk: (slouching over) "The fuck do you want."

Angel Dust: "Shut. UP."

Vaggie: "Nothing much. Didn't want you to miss out on Angel Dust pouting that's all."

Husk: "Yeah?"

Charlie: "Awww Vaggie, that's really thoughtful!"

Vaggie: "Just doing my lesbian duty."

Charlie: "Angel Dust is a guy though?"

Vaggie: "A gay guy. It's solidarity."

Angel Dust: "I hate you."

Husk: "Huh. Fake hating people looks good on you, looser." (smirk) "Cute pout."

Husk: (wanders off)

Angle Dust: "......."

Angel Dust: (grabbing vaggie and lifting her to eye level) "I love ya we're besties for life and if ya do this t' my heart again 'm shanking ya in the middle of the night with a shiv made from a sharpened yuri manga."

Vaggie: "And I've never wanted you more. As a friend."

Charlie: "Okay good great wonderful friendship moment everyone. Now!"

Charlie: (holding out arms)

Charlie: "I want MY girlfriend back." (pouting) "Please."

Angel Dust: "May the sapphic be with ya."

Angel Dust: (dumps vaggie in her arms)

Angel Dust: "Ohhhhh Husk....! Guess who's POUTIN' agai- Whiskers stop runnin' an' look at me!!!"

Husk: "Once was fucking enough."

Angel Dust: "Once is NEVER enough fucking with me~"

Charlie: "Wow. Husk sure can move when he wants to..."

Vaggie: "Meh, he's not even using his wings."

Charlie: "He's really not is he? Aww!"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "...Vaggie. Is my pout cute too?"

Vaggie: "The cutest, sweetie." (smooches pout) "And most bi-utiful."

Charlie: "HEHEH."

Niffty: (from above) "I bet she'd pout even HARDER if I dropped this DEAD RAT in her hair."

Charlie: "A WHAT!?"

Niffty: "Dead rat."

Vaggie: "Don't you dare-"

Niffty: "Whee! Here we go!"

Chaggie: (running and screaming)

Angel Dust: (distantly) (shrieking) "HUSK RAT HUSK HUSK HELP RAT DEAD RAT HELP HUSK HUUUUUSK!!!!"

Husk: "-oh shit hold still DON'T FLING IT AT ME ASSHOLE-"

-EXLPOSION-

Cherri Bomb: "wHY IS THERE A RAT CORPSE IN MY BRA!?"

Niffty: "Your welcome!"

Cherri Bomb: "How! HOW IS tHERE A RAT CORPSE! IN MY BRA!!!!"

Charlie: "Cherri run just run-!"

Cherri Bomb: "Already one dead rat boob surprise too late for that!"

Niffty: "Happy pride month everyone!"

Niffty: (GIGGLING)

Niffty: "I bleached and dyed each rat corpse a different rainbow color~"

Alastor: "...Hmm?"

Alastor: (oozing out of shadows)

Alastor: "And no rat for me, my dear? No pride for poor old Alastor?"

Niffty: "For youuu? Iridescent cockroach!"

Niffty: (impales one on his antlers)

Alastor: "Oh I AM touched! ...Might I ask why the change in vermin, however?"

Niffty: "Irony!!" (CACKLES)

Alastor: (confused) (still touched) "Ah."

[gyubakeries]

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❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 5: hanging up the mistletoe | k.sy

a/n: welcome to day 5 of the series! hope you're liking all the fics so far <3

word count: 924 contents: soonyoung x gn!reader , established relationship , christmas fun , kissing , fluff

"soons, can you get the step ladder out here?" you call out. it's nearly a week till christmas, and you had belatedly realized the absence of mistletoe in your decorated apartment.

"what do you need it for?" soonyoung asks, coming out to the living room only in some sweatpants, drying his wet hair with a towel.

"put a shirt on, you know you get cold easily," you nag, using the tone that, he tells you, reminds him of his mom. surely enough, he pouts, walking closer to you and hugging you, wetting your work clothes with droplets of water.

"i won't be cold if i'm hugging you," he says cheekily. "problem solved."

"no, we still have a problem," you laugh, taking the towel he's holding in his hands and draping it on his head, which covers his face entirely.

"i bought some mistletoe from the florist because we didn't put any up, so i need the step ladder," you explain, and soonyoung pulls away from the hug and removes the towel blocking his vision.

"you're so short," he snickers, and you immediately give him a glare, which makes him shut up. "right, step ladder. on it."

you watch in amusement as he scurries off to the storage room and comes back with the step ladder in under a minute, placing it near you.

"thank you, baby," you smile. you take the mistletoe out from the bag and hand it to him. "hold this for a sec, yeah?"

with that, you get up on the ladder, finally close enough to the hook you had put in the ceiling of your living room for this exact purpose. you gesture towards soonyoung to hand you the mistletoe.

after he does, you hang it from the hook, tying a bit of string around it to make sure it won't fall off easily. then, you take out a red ribbon you had kept in your pocket and tie it in a bow around the mistletoe so it matches all the other decorations.

"all done," you huff, stepping off the ladder. you don't notice the way your boyfriend is staring at you until you've shrugged your work blazer off and kicked the step ladder off to the side.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you raise an eyebrow, finally making eye contact with soonyoung.

"the mistletoe is up there," he says, pointing up towards it. "and we're down here." he finishes, gesturing towards the both of you.

you barely manage to hold back a smirk and continue to play dumb. "and? what's so special about that?"

"y/n," he sulks. "we have to kiss. you know that part already."

you laugh at how his cheeks puff up when he pouts, poking a finger into the soft flesh. "yes, i do. it's fun to see you be so cute about it, though."

"the love of my life is just another bully," soonyoung sighs dramatically, and you roll your eyes affectionately.

"c'mere, you big baby," you say, and his eyes light up.

under other circumstances, (which involve soonyoung wearing a shirt) you would've tugged him in by the collar for a kiss. but due to the lack of a shirt to tug on, soonyoung takes the initiative and pulls you in closer by your waist.

you're both right under the mistletoe.

"i love you," he whispers, and you know his words are nothing but genuine. you can see it in his eyes.

"i love you too," you reply, and without any further delay, soonyoung presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

soonyoung's kisses are light and chaste, but they're also slow and deep. his hands pull you up right against his body, and you melt in his embrace. if oxygen wasn't a need, you'd spend days wrapped up in soonyoung's arms like this.

unfortunately, it's soonyoung who pulls away first, his body shivering.

"it's cold," he frowns, and you sigh.

"i told you to put a shirt on, didn't i?" you nag again.

"okay, mom!" he teases. but when he feels your fingers grazing his sides, implying that you were going to probably tickle him till he's crying, he's jerking away from you and running into the bedroom. you chase him in there, and he falls to his knees like the drama queen he is, clutching his hands together.

"please don't attack me with the dreadful tickles, your royal highness," soonyoung pleads, in a ridiculously deep voice, making you burst into laughter.

"alright, i'll spare you this one time," you nod, feigning disinterest in him. "but if you call me mom again, i'm not going to go easy on you."

"noted, mo- ma'am," he salutes, standing up straight.

"now go, cover yourself. i don't want you to be down with a fever of all things before christmas," you tell him, and the effect is instant.

he goes over to the closet and takes out a large hoodie (your hoodie that you accidentally bought in a size that was too large for the both of you) to wear.

"there. all warm and covered," he stands in front of you again with a triumphant smile.

"now, where were we earlier?"

(you best bet that till the day the mistletoe comes down, soonyoung finds any and every excuse to drag you under it and kiss you.

you try to tell him that he can kiss you whenever he likes, but the renewed excitement and love in his eyes that appears every time you're under the mistletoe is too adorable to turn down.)

- fin.

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hobie brown x reader (fluff) - eyeliner → she/her pronouns!

hobie loves asking you to do eye makeup for him

"Sweets! C'mere for a sec!"

Your ears perk up when you hear Hobie from the other room, amidst slathering on a moisturizer onto your face.

"Hold on! I'm doing skincare!" You exclaim, hoping he heard you.

"C'mon already!" Hobie yells, and you fight every urge to roll your eyes as you rub in the last bit of your face lotion.

"Okay, okay!"

Hobie smirks when you dip into his bedroom, reaching out his hands to beckon you closer. The fluffy lounge set you're in makes him want to handle you more, his fingers subconsciously drawing in towards you.

You stick out like a sore thumb against the different shades of black in his room, studded belts and punk magazines scattered on the ground. Lazily, he's seated on the edge of his bed, his worn-out guitar sprawled across his charcoal-black sheets.

Those silver-ringed hands slip onto the curves of your waist, snaking their way up your back to tug you closer to him. You almost shiver at the feeling of so much metal. Cockily, he stares at your face, cheekily dragging you so that his face his a hair close to your chest.

"What is it, Hobie?" You ask, smoothing your fingers through his kinky hair. Hobie likes it when you trace your thumb over all of his piercings.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Hobie pulls out an eyeliner pen, flipping it smoothly through his fingers. Hobie chuckles a little, squeezing at the fat of your sides. There's a glint in his eye; excitement.

"Y'always talk about puttin' makeup on me, so I'm givin' you a try."

Hobie's smirk widens when he sees you light up in excitement, allowing you to slip the eyeliner pen from his fingers.

"Right now?" You ask, and Hobie squeezes you. He nods, shoving his face right up at you to emphasize.

"Do an edgy look for me, yeah? Don't be afraid t'smudge it a li'l."

So, while Hobie sits at the edge of his bed, he indulgently allows himself to wrap his arms around you, tilting his head upwards so you can paint on the makeup properly. You're parked right in the gap between his legs, closing in the little distance you have with Hobie to perfect the look.

While you stand there, bracing Hobie's face with one hand, he just takes it upon himself to stare at your concentrated expression. He hates to admit but he loves the close proximity.

"Hobie, you gotta close your eyes for me to do it."

The boy shuts his eyes closed, flinching just the tiniest bit when the tip of the pen first meets his skin. You build up a fine line at the outer corner of his eyelid, making it an effort to upturn the wing just the slightest bit.

For the last part, you draw a somewhat messy line underneath his lower lash line, smearing black onto only the outer side. Taking your finger, you smudge the black while its still wet, blurring out the line until whats left under his eye looks like black shadow.

Hobie resists every urge to open his eyes, every nerve screaming at him to keep them shut. For now, he makes due with what he can, squishing a little too close to your butt, or running his thumbs over where your rib cage is.

"I finished the first eye, wanna see?" You ask.

He opens his eyes back up, relishing the sigh of you until he has to close them again. You step away elsewhere to search for a good-sized mirror, and Hobie reluctantly lets go.

You come back with a hand mirror, and Hobie feels his eye itch just a little, probably from the eyeliner. You hand him the mirror, and it makes you a little nervous. At the end of the day, you just want him to like it.

You watch as Hobie examines the first eye, tilting his face from side to side with a smile forming on his mouth.

"Wow, y'did a nice job. I like the smudging right 'ere." Hobie explains, pointing his finger up to his under eye.

You smile, taking the mirror from his hand so you could continue the other eye.

"Y'know... I think I might ask'ya to do this more often." Hobie says, mindlessly tapping his fingers against your back. The way you handle his face almost makes him melt.

"You're good at makeup."

You chuckle a little, swiping the pen away to press a gentle kiss to Hobie's forehead. The way he smiles is so cute, how you can feel his cheeks warm under your fingertips.

"If you wanted to be with me, you could'a just asked, Hobie." You giggle, gently poking the corner of his other eyelid with the pen.

"I'm serious!" Hobie laughs, his eyes still closed. "I look like Cooper, y'know who Cooper is?"

"The guy that gave you a spare guitar string?" You ask.

"Yeah, he's a good man, had this really wicked eyeliner on."

With a final swoop of your wrist you finish his other eye, your vision ping-ponging between the two wings to make sure they're symmetrical.

"Done!" And you hand Hobie the mirror again, intently watching his expressions. Again, he tilts his head from side to side, an impressed smile on his face. It looks really good on him, perfect for one of his shows.

"Wow, sweets, this is really sick. Bet I'd give Cooper a run for his money, yeah?" Hobie says, standing up from his bed. You giggle into his chest when he pulls you in, repaying you for the earlier kiss with one on the crown of your head.

"You think so?" You ask, and Hobie nods.

"Get dressed and I can take us to The Crown, bet Cooper's there havin' a drink or two." He cockily states, making you playfully roll your eyes. You're expecting him to show up Cooper, pridefully pointing to his eyes to say, "Yeah, my girl did that."

"I'd like that." You say, untangling yourself from Hobie to search for something on the floor to wear. You leave some of your clothes in his room anyway. He lets go of you, watching you skim through his wardrobe.

"How 'bout that l'il dress, the short one you always like? We can match." Hobie suggests, placing his hands underneath his head and leaning back into his bed.

"It's all the way over at my flat." You reply, and Hobie springs back up, already pulling his spider mask out of his worn-out vest pocket.

"I can go get it, if you want."

"I think you want it more than I do, Hobie." You shrug, Hobie already a third of his way out the window.

"Be back in a sec!"

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

[earth2steve]

kiss!

something re first kisses : eddie munson x gn!reader, suggestive content, 18+

the rules are sort of blurred being that you'd been friends for so long, you think. it doesn't help your dates have all been of the fairly casual kind, either - you're not totally sure which ones had even counted in order to implement a rule by numbers.

so you're stuck in a sort of grey area - an in between, where you both know you want to kiss eachother - of course you do. but for one reason or another neither of you have done it. it's sort of lovely, really, in a middle school kind of way.

but you do really, really want to kiss him.

you can't manage the number across both hands you've thought it just today.

you float between classes as usual - sharing lunch and fleeting hugs and banter at lockers. it's the first moment you get alone when you meet him in the parking lot at 3, leaning up against the driver side of the van with a sparkling grin. for the millionth time, you think about how you'd like to kiss it right off.

he checks his hair in the driver side mirror before you pull out of the lot, and you count a million and one. 

ten minutes later, you're cornered in his kitchenette, legs swinging against the cabinets as eddie stirs at a pot of mac and cheese on the stove.

he looks softer outside of the fluorescent lighting - maybe a little tired, but all domestic and lovely. his shirt keeps riding up as he flings open cupboards and flits about, revealing a sliver of his stomach and the waistband of his boxers that your eyes track like a hawk.

it feels different to bring it up now - outside of flirty banter and the rush of his van down the street. in the relative stillness of the room, the prospect of his mouth on yours is far less casual and far less amusing a topic of conversation.

you can tell he's thinking about it too - he keeps looking at your lips before your eyes when he looks at you and he's dropped the spoon twice on the linoleum already.

"hey, eds? is that nearly done?"

"uhh- depends how hungry you are. this first one is done but i was gonna do another box-"

"it can wait. c'mere a sec?"

eddie huffs out a big breath and smiles sort of shyly. he switches the stove off and slides the pot to the next burner, and then he's right in front of you. he slots himself between your dangling legs, fingers toying with the seam of your jeans on the outside of your thighs.

gentle, you reach forward and fiddle a little with his hair; tucking wayward strands behind his ears.

when you properly look at him, you sort of wish you hadn't. he's looking at you like you've hung the fucking moon - like an excitable puppy. or rather, a slightly exhausted but blissed out puppy after a walk.

you want to kiss him until there's no air left in your lungs.

eddies knees give out and slam into the cupboard when you tell him so.

“i’m sorry - could you repeat that?”

in lieu of a response, you lean in and draw him closer by the chain around his neck. his eyes drop to the movement of your fingers and his breath hitches in his throat.

“i said - i wanna kiss you. is that okay?”

eddie makes a noise that might’ve been intended as a laugh. “stupid question.”

butterflies thrum and multiply in your stomach. 

“yeah? my bad. wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”

“jesus, fuck - are you kidding? if you knew how often i think about kissing you you’d call the police. i have kissing-you tunnel vision. i wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”

laughter blooms and fills the inch of space between you.  

“stupid question.” you repeat. 

eddie nods, poking teasingly at your cheek with a ringed finger. amusement dissipates quickly. 

“eds?”

“mhmm?”

“gonna kiss me now?”

he smells of toothpaste when he leans in, and you realise with a squeeze to your heart that he must've brushed them when he'd gone to the bathroom. you tug him closer with your legs, heart in your throat. it's a struggle at first, to stop smiling long enough to kiss him properly, but you get there. his lips are plump and eager against yours and you're quick to dizziness.

he's sweet at first, gentle and firmly slotted and with an air of reverence.

quickly, reverence devolves into desperation. eddie kisses like he's trying to eat you alive — jaw fallen slack, pushing out throaty little noises that you swallow down whole.

when you pull apart for air he looks drunk, lips slick with saliva. your hands are tangled in his hair, and his have landed on your waist and ass. you can't think about it too much or you might pass out. eddie is letting you kiss him. and eddie is very good at kissing you back.

"get comfy." you muse, starry-eyed. "i gotta make it up to you now."

eddie’s brows curve into a frown, but the smile stays stuck. 

“everytime i wanted to kiss you and didn't,” you explain. “god — when you were telling me about your campaign last week. i was trying so hard to listen, honest, but you were in such a frenzy and you were so passionate and happy to be telling me about it that i just wanted to like, plant one on you."

"shit — don't start with that, sweetheart. if i gotta make up for everytime i've thought about kissing you your lips'll fall off."

you flush hot from the inside out. hands slung around the back of his neck, knees bracketing his hips.

"lotta other places to be kissed, eds. we can get creative."

eddie groans like he's been punched, head falling to your chest, hair tickling your collarbones.

you have to reheat the mac and cheese, in the end.

[silverzoomies]

Oooh, some good ol' Peter Maximoff with number 1? That'd be either godly or comedic gold, I feel...

Peter Maximoff/Reader drabble: ⚡"So, how do you want me to fuck you?"⚡ warnings: light hints of cunnilingus and smut. peter being peter. sorry !!

Peter is…blunt. Majorly blunt. Quick to the point, but somehow always wasting time.

You were both going at it like insatiable animals. Peter’s skilled lips and buzzing tongue brought you to nirvana. Gifting you not one, not two, but three wickedly intense orgasms.

In post-nut bliss, you’re buck ass naked on his basement sofa. Your limbs droop loosely. Sweaty in summertime heat. Cool air wafts within the basement, but it does nothing to nullify steamy warmth on your skin.

Wordlessly, he comes up to kiss you. Conquering hungry smooches with his swollen lips, Peter brings the taste of your own arousal on his tongue. His torturous fingers toy with your sore pussy a little more. Peter plunges his digits in your soaking wet slit. He explores your plush channel, testing the tight space for a future visit.

“Tell me how you want it, babe.” He breathes into your ear, nuzzling your cheek, moving to murmur into your lips, “You want it fast? Or...nah? You want me to hold back? Take it slow? Cuz, fuck. You feel so good, I dunno if I can…”

You answer with an unintelligible squeal that makes him chuckle. As you moan and writhe under Peter, you help him peel off everything he wears. Peter kicks off his worn sneakers.

“Don’t need these where I’m goin’.” He quips humorously, moving in for another messy kiss.

His Buffalo Springfield shirt comes next. And just as you run your trembling hands down the athletic shape of his torso, Peter parts from your urgent kisses. His muscles are hard as steel under your fingertips. But you don’t get a moment to appreciate them before they’re gone. Peter sits up all the way, his black jeans and belt undone. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stalls for a beat.

“Uhm...what's up? Are you o-” You start to ask.

Peter interrupts, “I'm great. But can you hold on just a sec? Thanks.”

The silver haired speedster disappears in a flash, leaving your poor pussy abandoned and aching. Your brows curl inward as you sit up on the sofa. You relax your tense shoulders. Completely nude, so spent, and longing for more all at the same time; you await his return. Sex-ridden pulsations of scorching heat stir in your core. It’s such a strong sensation, it physically pains you.

Your body needs to feel the pressure and warmth of his hands again. Peter must’ve imbued you with his own heightened impatience. Because you’ve never wanted dick this badly in all your life. He takes such a long time getting back. You almost tear up at the agonizing loss of his presence.

He reappears in a blurry, silver gust of wind. Standing idly in the basement - barefoot, shirtless, with his pants undone and his belt hanging loose - Peter shovels pink frosted sprinkled donuts in his mouth. One by one. It’s a nauseating sight, watching him shamelessly devour the sugary delights.

Your lustful frustration boils to a breaking point, and you scoff. Any other time, you might've laughed 'til you passed out.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Whuhhuhhh?” Peter mumbles with his mouth stuffed full. Pushing the last donut past his stained, pinkish lips, he swallows in less than a second. He speaks in a clearer, albeit wise-ass tone, “Sorry not sorry. What? You never got, like, a wild craving outta nowhere?”

He moves to the sofa faster than your brain can process. Digging a single knee into the cushions, Peter guzzles an entire soda in one swig. You don’t remember him grabbing one. And while you don't care to think about it, it's gone in an instant.

"C'mere, you." He sluggishly smirks.

Another half-second, and he smashes his sickly sweet lips into yours. Sporting a proud hard-on in his open jeans, Peter ruts his clothed bulge into your bare heat. Even in spite of how maddening his tendencies are, he makes you melt under him so easily.

The two of you find your rhythm again. Reviving the erotic mood simmering between you both, you speak your own hushed, coquettish words.

"Peter, please? Give it to me fast? So fast. I want you to keep going, and never stop. Can you do that, baby?" You breathe a bashful whisper into his lips.

There's another pause. Peter halts for a tormentous moment. He narrows his eyes in pensive thought, shaking his head.

“Wait. So, how do you want me to fuck you? I totally spaced out.”

[thebearer]

lip gallagher with baby mia when one of the boys accidentally hurts her while they’re playing🥺

"How long you think they'll stay out there?" Lip rasped, hands smoothing down your waist, your hips.

"Hm," You sigh, leaning back against his chest, his chin hooking over your shoulder. "Probably not long enough." You grin.

Lip presses a kiss to your shoulder- inviting. "Think we could make it quick." Lip muttered, hips flush against yours. "Just bend over f'me, I'll be real quick-"

A screech, high pitched and urgent had you both stilling, every parental atom in your bodies halting and jumping with alarm. Lip looked out the window over the sink. Jude, Freddie, and Ronan all standing in a half circle over Amelia.

"Shit," Lip muttered, bounding out the back door towards the kids. "What happened? What's goin' on?" He demanded, looking at his boys with a stern glare.

Amelia sobbed, big tears that streamed down her cheeks, hands and knees skinned and bleeding. "What happened? C'mere, Mia." Lip cooed, picking up the four year old, holding her to his hip.

All three of his boys stared at him, unmoving, a little guilty. "Hey, I'm not askin' again." Lip snapped, firm and commanding. "What happened? How did your sister get hurt?"

You came down the steps, a wet cloth in hand, just in time to see Ronan start to crack. He was your baby, never very good at lying, especially to you.

"Oh, Mia, what happened? Are you ok?" You cooed, running a hand down her messy curls. "Roanie," You looked at your youngest softly. "What happened? Did she fall?"

"Yeah," Jude said before Ronan could answer. "She-She tripped."

"Ronan," You hummed. "Did your sister trip?"

Ronan fidgeted under the looks of you and Lip, unsure and nervous with his brother's beside him. You and Lip knew better, knew that one of them got too rough and pushed her.

"Jude pushed her." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Jude just own up to it. You're gonna get us all in trouble." He muttered.

"I didn't mean to!" Jude snarled, diving at his brother to smack him in a way that contradicted his opposition. "She wanted to play with us, and-and she got in the way!"

"Yeah? You're supposed to be careful." Lip tried to contain his irritation. Jude was a kid, they all were, only seven. "You're not 'sposed to lie to us either. What'd we say about that?"

"It's not fair!" Jude whined, shoulders dropping in a fit. "You make us play with Mia, and she doesn't even know how to! She cries all the time!"

"Hey," Lip snapped.

"Jude," You pressed a hand to Lip's arm soothingly. "You just have to be a little careful with her, ok? She's still little." Jude bristled with anger, lip jutting and face scrunching- he looked just like Lip. "And Mia, when the boys are playing, you need to get out of their way, ok?" You turn towards your youngest.

Lip glares at you, hugging Mia closer to his chest. You fight back an eye roll, he babied her so much- so soft now.

"Take her inside. I'll get the first aid in a sec." You mutter to Lip, nodding towards the door. "C'mere, Judie." You coo, pulling the sulking, young boy close.

"I know you don't like playing with your sister all the time, but thank you for including her." You whisper, your forehead against his. "She loves playing with you."

"I know." Jude sighs, breath a little shaky. "She just... She gets in the way, Mama."

"I know." You hum, hand stroking down his curls. "Just let me know next time, ok? You don't push people down."

"I didn't mean to." Jude whined. "She was in my way."

"Still," You countered. "You don't push. Tell her to move, and if she doesn't, come get me or Daddy, ok?" Jude nods, still a little pouty. "Ok, go play. You guys have about an hour then it's bath time." You announced, pressing a kiss to the top of Jude's head, before the three boys scattered back out to play.

Lip had Mia in his lap, rocking her soothingly while he tried to wipe away the dirt. He was so gentle, holding the cloth to her hands and pressing kisses to the palms. It made your heart burst.

"How's it look?" You ask, reaching under the sink for the First Aid- with four kids, it was always stocked.

"Just scraped." Lip muttered. "Think it just needs Neosporin and some bandaids."

"Does it hurt, baby?" You ask Mia, frowning lightly at her quivering little lip.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded, curling into Lip's lap. "I fell'd, and-and hurt my hands and my knees, Mama." She lisped, rubbing her wet eyes.

"I know. Daddy's been taking care of you, though, hasn't he?" You coo, pulling the Neosporin out. "Here, this will make you feel better, ok? Let Mama put it on."

"Burn?" Mia asked, pulling her hands back frantically before you could put the cream on. You'd had to use peroxide on a cut for her a few weeks ago and she'd screamed at the burn. Now she was terrified all medicine would burn.

"No, not burn. You won't feel this one at all." You hum, slathering her little scrapes in Neosporin. "You wanna pick out your bandaids?"

[newrochellechallenger2019]

why not? (will i keep up with this?...no)

day 1 + 2 - undressing + new positions

you appear in the bedroom doorway, striking a pose dramatically. your hair is done, curled to perfection and yourshort dress hugs every curve.

art's sat on the edge of the bed, tying his tie in the mirror before glancing over at you, his gaze turns ravenous as he takes you in, looking you up and down.

'ready to go?' you grin, blushing at the way he's looking at you.

right. the charity gala. art blinks rapidly, snapping out of his wild thoughts. 'yeah, c'mere a sec baby, give me a hand would you?' he says innocently, hands trying to do his tie. and you stroll over to him.

he pulls you into his lap and you squeal, he brushes a stray hair off your face. 'i like this' he breathes, smirking. 'and the dress too...'

you bite your lip, 'yeah?' you purr seductively, feeling his dress pants grow tight beneath you. 'it's new.' his hands run down your waist, feeling the fabric against his fingers.

you arch your back at his sultry touch and his hand move around, towards the zipper on the back of the dress, a slow grin spreading back across his face, 'you know what'd look even better?' and you groan in feigned annoyance, 'don't say it- don't you dare!' but you can't hide the matching grin on your face.

he undoes the zipper with ease, blue eyes gazing lustfully into yours, lifting the dress up, 'arm's up baby c'mon' he coaxes gently and you obey, the dress tossed aside immediately.

he makes an appreciative noise as his fingers brush along your sides, hooking in your bra strap, you squeak as he pings it against you. he begins kissing your neck, biting and sucking and you let out a low whine as he unclasps your bra, tossing that aside too.

you tilt your neck to give him better access and you can feel his smirk against your skin. 'good girl' he breathes before he suddenly lifts you up and flips you over so you're splayed across the bed. he stands then, undoing his belt, and you reach, eager to help him undress and he shakes his head, 'you just lay there and look pretty darling' and you blush, arranging yourself on the bedsheets, only in your panties.

he pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular tennis physique, kicking his trousers and boxers aside before clambering on top of you. 'so pretty, you hear?' he murmurs, sucking a dark mark into your collarbone and you whimper.

he moves along your body, down towards your panties, murmuring compliments between every kiss before halting, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for confirmation and you nod desperately. he pulls your panties down, taking in your glistening pussy like it's his first time seeing it.

'already?' he teases, like his cock isn't throbbing too, and you blush, embarrassed. 'it's cute, baby' he continues, his finger collecting the wetness around your folds and your hips buck, suddenly eager and he grins.

he slowly slips a finger inside your waiting hole and you let out a soft moan at the intrusion. he crooks his finger so it hits your g-spot and you squirm, 'oh- fuck- yes-'. and his eyes light up, 'you like that?' and you nod ferverishly, he adds a second finger, the wetness leaking from your pussy obscene.

as he's finger-fucking you, your gummy walls clenching around him, he looks up at your flushed face, 'i wanna try something new baby' he murmurs, 'how flexible are you?'.

your brow furrows. 'uhh...ngh...pretty flexible i- mmph- guess', 'good' art says as he pulls his fingers from your cunt, you whine at the loss of stimulation but you watch hungrily as he uses your wetness to lube up his cock.

he grabs your thighs and lifts them up, pushing your feet closer to your head, oh, you grab your feet and pull forward as far as possible, your hole now even more visibly open and dripping.

his lines up his tip with your entrance before pushing in, it's thicker than his two fingers and you whimper. he continues to push, his cock rubbing up against your walls, his finger finds your clit and begins to rub it and you melt, moaning, giving him more ease to slide in.

he bottoms out in you and groans, 'ngh- so- ngh- tight' and you moan in response, jaw going slack at the feeling of intense fullness. he slides out of your cunt slowly before slamming back in, the new position creating an angle that allowed him to go deeper and you let out a high pitched squeal as he rammed into your g-spot repeatedly.

your eyes glass over and he smirks, 'look at you- mmph- dumb on my fucking cock-' and you nod dazily, almost drooling as he continued to sloppily thrust in and out of you.

'gonna- ngh- cum' you slur and his pace increases, 'cum for me baby', rubbing your clit fiercely and his command sends you over the edge and you cum with an uncharacteristic squirt and a high pitched moan.

he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and you're too dumb to protest, until he cums, pulling out as he does. he kisses your forehead and gets you a glass of water. 'worth trying something new hm?' he says softly and you nod, smiling dazily.

'guess we're gonna be late to the gala.' he jokes and you laugh, 'guess so.'

[sethsclearwater]

Hi, could you write something about shy and cute Seth being in heat for the first time, and he's really hot and dizzy and in pain, and the reader is there to help him by masturbating him or something.

"okay, you're okay," you started, quickly stepping over to your imprinter to help him lay down on your shared bed. he let out a heavy sigh, tightening his grip on your hand and looking up at you nervously which had you frowning, not happy with how uncomfortable he was.

you pressed the back of your free hand to his forehead, also sighing when you felt just how warm he was, "can you get a fever? you feel really warm," you murmured, sighing when seth shook his head, clearly not having any more of a clue than you did on what was currently happening.

"'m sorry pretty girl," seth said softly and you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at his apology. seth also cracked a small smile at your laugh, seeming to be feeling a bit better with you closer to him.

"'s not your fault," you reassured just as a lightbulb went off in your head. you'd suddenly remembered emily and kim telling you about the boys' ruts and how sick sam and jared had gotten the first time they had theirs.

"it's not your rut is it? i didn't think you'd have that so soon," you asked softly, watching seth's expression change from one of worry to confusion to realization when he seemed to come to the same conclusion as you.

seth let out a soft sigh, squeezing your hand, "i think you're right," he murmured, "it's fine though i can just stay in here for a few days until it's over," he added and you frowned again as you realized that he meant he was going to try and stick it out without your assistance for fear of hurting you.

"seth," you let out another breathy laugh, "'m not letting you sit here in pain for a week just because you don't want me to be sore," you explained, dropping his hand from yours in favor of pulling your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your panties.

seth's breathing hitched at the sight of your figure and you quickly tugged your panties down while he made quick work of taking his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving both of you naked in front of each other.

"just try and relax, okay?" you asked softly when you saw the way his cock was straining up against his abdomen, the tip an angry red with an ungodly amount of precum leaking from the tip.

seth nodded, doing his best to control himself as you got back on the bed and straddled his waist, "c'mere," you murmured, lifting your hips and cupping his cock in your hand which had him dropping his head back and letting out a loud groan.

seeing his frustration, you were quick to line his cock up with your entrance and sink down his length, ignoring the intense stretch that always came with fucking him.

"i just need like 10 seconds-" seth quickly said, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you down tight to his chest before you even had a chance to respond.

he didn't waste any time, quickly snapping his hips against yours. he couldn't seem to find a rhythm, just desperately thrusting in and out of your heat for a few moments before he his grip was tightening on you to a nearly unbearable level.

"oh my fucking god-" seth let out a loud groan, pushing his cock into you as far as he could before he shot his hot and sticky seed into your channel as he came undone in you.

"you've got it," you whispered, also out of breath from how rough his thrusts were against your pussy, "take some deep breaths seth," you encouraged, gently running your hands up his biceps to massage at his tense shoulders soothingly.

you kept your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it began to slow down, "there you go," you murmured when you felt his grip on you begin to soften, "you're okay," you added, sitting up when he slid his hands down to your hips.

"'m sorry pretty girl," seth whispered when you looked down at him, seeming awfully flustered over the fact that he had lasted a whopping 7 seconds inside your pussy.

you giggled, shaking your head as you slid your hands down his abdomen, "just wanted you to feel better," you reassured, running your hands over the inside of your thighs until you found seth's hands and laced your fingers together, gently squeezing them as another form of reassurance.

seth let out a shaky exhale before nodding, "can i make you cum too?" he asked after a moment, a hint of mischief returning to his brown eyes which had you giggling and nodding, just happy to know he was feeling better.

he rolled the two of you over then so he could be on top, his cock quickly hardening again inside your walls before he was thrusting into you again.